original: maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 8

George requested a much needed break from all the incessant fucking. Dream agreed, albeit a bit begrudgingly, letting George have his rest.

Dream kept his word, but that didn't stop him from giving George lingering touches, kissing him until he was breathless, and openly eye-fucking him.

Only a couple of days later, it was George who was getting pent up and wanting.

He didn't want to admit that to Dream, that his resolve was that weak and pathetic. George was thinking at least a week of recovery, not two measly days.

Dream would be all smug and tease him endlessly on how desperate he was.

And George was not desperate. Well, not yet at least.

He decided to make Dream come after him, George needed to do something that Dream couldn't resist.

First, George left the bathroom door opened while he showered, an obvious invitation. Dream did not take the bait.

He decided to take it one step further and walk by Dream in just his towel. George's skin was glistening, his hair fluffy, and the skimpy cloth loose on his hips.

Dream simply looked him up and down, whistled, then went back to what he was doing.

Dammit, George thought, stomping to his room. Dream was playing with him. He had to be.

Next, George tried to lead Dream into something more when they made out that night. They were already on the bed, the room dark except the glow of a warm lamp. It was the perfect conditions.

Dream was hovering over him, his knees in between George's legs. He licked into George's mouth hotly, lightly scratching from George's scalp down to his neck.

George shivered, running his hand up under Dream's shirt, feeling the warm skin under his fingertips.

Dream became more urgent and pressing, George vindicated that his plan worked.

Dream slid his hands down slowly George's waist, then pushed himself up, breaking them apart abruptly.

George was breathless, barely able to keep himself from grabbing at Dream and pressing them together.

Dream looked a little smug, his eyes seemed to taunt George, saying 'What, George? Want something?'

But, he remained silent, snuggling up behind George, spooning him.

George let out a small sigh, willing his hard on to go away.

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George needed to up the ante. He was getting that dick today.

He tore apart his room, frantically searching for the thing that would make him prevail over Dream.

He found it, his ace. The thong.

George couldn't believe that Dream actually made him wear this.

He slipped it on, quickly throwing one of Dream's hoodies over it, for added effect. The sweater came down to his mid thighs, covering him up just enough to leave Dream wanting to see more.

George trodded softly into Dream's room, peeking in to see Dream sitting at his computer desk on his phone.

George grinned. Perfect.

He casually walked over, plopping himself on Dream's lap.

Dream smiled, chuckling lightly. "What do we have here?" he murmured, placing his hands on George's waist.

George said nothing, leaning down to bite at Dream's neck.

"Trying to seduce me, George?"

George shook his head playfully. "Nooo. I'm not doing anything, Dream," he said, feigning innocence.