hi i'm not dead 😀
// bondage, exhibitionism, slight nipple stimulation, dildos
For everything that George and Dream had partaken in together, this certainly was not the boldest. On the other hand, it was different, and it seemed most of the time stuff like this only would occur in books or porn.
The blood in George's veins was almost tingly--absolutely terrified in the best way possible-- and it was hard to understand, as well. It wasn't like this was dangerous. It was just the thrill of the matter that had George daydreaming and fully intoxicated by his predictable future.
Dream stepped back and admired the bows and knots that bound George's pale limbs and ample skin. He felt himself get goosebumps and rubbed his left shoulder with the opposite hand to try to pleasantly cope with the restlessness he was experiencing.
George let out a low whine and his hips twitched forward and his erection flexed out of pure reflex.
Dream grinned, "Let's get started, then."
He began to walk over to the side drawer of the bed but George spoke.
"Wait."
Dream looked up at him, slightly perplexed.
"Flip the cover over," George bit his lip.
Dream reached out, gripping the edge of the fluffy white duvet, and pulling the rest of it aside to reveal the large dildo lying in the bed.
Dream grinned and let out a curse under his breath. He looked at George again, the hunger fixed in his eyes now ten times stronger.
Moving much faster out of pure childish excitement, Dream retrieved the dildo and made his way back over to the front of George. His chest beat with all of his emotions dancing around inside it. He bent down onto his knees and had no hesitation in leaning forward and licking a bold stripe up the underside of George's erection. It gave him pleasure, just in the slightest, to worship George. Though he may never admit that, George never ceased to make him feel like they were the only two people on earth. Dream loved him so much he had no problem with treating him like his blood was liquid gold or his heart was made of diamond. It may be vulnerable, but after all, George was his.
George couldn't help but tip his head back with a groan.
He shuddered as Dream's lips brushed back down and kissed right at George's base, and then at the corner of his pelvic bone.
He was on a high. All senses at peak. In fact, they both were.
Dream kissed a trail all the way up George's side, stopping occasionally to leave a faint bruise. He loved the noises George made. He loved the way he knew George's skin was tingling. He loved the effect he had on him.
When Dream finally reached George's neck, a loud whimper escaped George's throat. George felt Dream's lips smile against his skin, and he shivered at that subtle movement.
"Wanna tell me why your whining," Dream asked, his voice a smooth, low, rumble.
George exhaled a sharp sigh, "Just- go faster." He looked to the side as Dream brought his head up.
They were face to face.
"Impatient, huh?" Dream said.
George said nothing and stared back into Dream's golden-green eyes.
That was when Dream reached around and behind George, and in one speedy swipe, he pulled out the butt plug.
George straight up moaned. His eyes glazed over, and although there was now nothing there, he clenched on air.
"Miss it already?" Dream asked in false-sweet. He slid a hand up George's side, brushing his knuckles up and down his ribs and pale cream skin.
George only moaned again in response. His dick flexed against his abdomen and he swallowed as Dream's hand found it's way to his nipple.
Dream ribbed up and down the sensitive protrusion, eyes locked on his prey.
"Dream, please. --Please make me feel good."
It was apparent George had moved on to begging after his greediness and impatience got the best of him.
Dream let out a sigh, adoring his partner with a warm gaze. He reached around with his other hand and pressed the dildo to George's opening, simultaneously leaving in for a kiss.
George leaned forward into it, connecting their lips and moaning into them.
Dream pushed it in further, and George's legs started shaking and quivering, threatening to betray him.
George buried his face into Dream's neck, submissive to the chills and tiny spasms shooting up his spine. It was a new feeling. A good feeling. Amazing in fact.
George felt him push it in as far as it could go... and then Dream pulled away, leaving the dildo in George.
George was painfully reminded of his request earlier, and although he didn't regret it, he longed for physical affection from his partner right now.
Dream stood up and walked away, suddenly giving George no mind.
George was slightly confused but didn't think that much into it as his boyfriend felt the room.
When Dream returned, he carried his laptop and cord, eyes glued to George on the way in.
"So pretty," Dream mumbled. "All for me."
George whined quietly and sunk down further on the dildo as much as he could with his restraints. He used the bed as something to push it deeper inside, and when he found just the right angle he started to bounce quietly on it. It wasn't enough to get in and out movement, but it was enough to apply enough pressure each time to stimulate his prostate.
Dream had opened his computer at his desk, now facing George.
"So smart," Dream said as a genuine comment.
George could tell this was turning Dream on, and that just pleased George even more.
Precum dripped off George's tip and drooled down his shaft.
Dream watched it, his eyes following with precision and accuracy. It was almost as if he couldn't take his eyes away, Dream's state glued to George's heated body.
George continued to try and get pleasure out of his limited bouncing.
"Fuck, this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought." Dream said biting his lip once more.
