Hunger Games (DNF)

Part 1, Chapter 17: Mine

*sighs* Ezra they wanted... unfortunately.

So it's Ezra they got.

Smut warning.
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George POV.

Clay lifted me up effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands moved up to wrap around his collarbone and my head rested on his shoulder. His hands rested on my ass, which made me blush again but I didn’t react because I knew that he wouldn’t hurt or take advantage of me.

Eventually the blond got back to camp and laid me down before wrapping the blanket around my shoulders and kissing me on the lips again. “You are so cute George,” he mumbled when we pulled away.

Dream POV.

The moment George left my arms I felt cold, every part of my body was longing to have him back in my hold, but I resisted. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders before leaning down and kissing him on the lips again, which my body jumped at the opportunity to do.

My lips trailed back down to his neck, and I began lightly biting and sucking on the skin which made him moan softly. He sounded so cute when he made those sounds, and so I continued making marks up and down the side of his neck which would stay there for days, much longer than I intended to live for.

When I helped George live these hickeys would serve as a nice little reminder of me.
Because that’s what I decided. I couldn’t live in a world without George if he were to die so I wasn’t going to live at all. But he wouldn’t like to live alone either… this was difficult.

I don’t want to live with George dead, I don’t want him to have to live with me dead. I don’t want to have to kill George, and I don’t want him to die in a violent death at the hands of another tribute.

I must have been staring at the brunette, because the next thing I knew George had wrapped his arms loosely around my shoulders and pulled me onto him. He kissed me again and my arms moved back round to around his waist.

Our lips stayed connected and I adjusted myself so that I wouldn’t crush the smaller under my weight, and I brushed up against a bulge in George’s pants which made him whimper and I smirked. “Something wrong Georgie?” I asked with a teasing look, and the brunette blushed.
“I-I.. uhh…” he didn’t answer, causing me to let out a low chuckle.

“Do you perhaps want a little help with that Georgie?” I asked, my hand moving up to caress his cheek and George shivered in delight of my words and action.
“We… we can’t…” he muttered, “people… they’ll see.”
“Who will see Georgie?” I cooed, kissing him again as his head fell back against the soft grass.

“People watching… tributes… audience…” he moaned breathily as I began kissing his neck and collarbone.
“Really baby? There are no tributes anywhere near here. And the gamemakers never show this kind of stuff… I promise you.”

My hand trailed down to his pants, barely touching the fabric of his clothes but causing him to whimper and gasp. “Cute~” I humed, before my fingers curled around the waistband of his pants.
“Please…” he whimpered, and I kissed him softly.

I pulled his pants down and the gray boxers which had been given to all of the tributes, when the lower half of his body was exposed he turned away and his face flushed slightly. “What’s wrong?” I asked him in a teasing tone.

“I-I look…” he trailed off, his face growing brighter.
“You look adorable.” I finished for him, one hand trailed down and stroked his dick slightly, causing him to moan again and thrust up into my hand involuntarily.