original: maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 15

"Why do you always talk about punishment, Dream? Are you actually into that?"

Dream chuckled. "It's just funny. And I dunno, maybe. Depends on what you plan to do to me," he grinned.

George rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't even know what to do. Although... Before, like a long time ago, you said you had too many kinks. But you wouldn't tell me what they were," George said, leaning in closer to Dream with a gleam in his eyes, "Tell me now."

Dream swallowed, unprepared for this response from George. "W-well, you already found out about like all of them. Cause I already did them to you," he explained.

"Hmm," George hummed, squinting intently at Dream, "No way. You have to have more. You're just hiding them."

"What would they even be?"

George thought for a moment, considering. "Not sure. I'll list some off and you tell me if you have it. Or would like to do it."

Dream shifted uncomfortably. What if he found out some things that he didn't even know. This was probably a bad idea...

Okay, but he wasn't some degenerate. He knew he didn't have any wild or weird kinks. To be fair, he really didn't think of the things he liked to do as kinks. It was just fun, not something he needed to do to get off or anything. Dream just simply liked messing with George sometimes. Or, if he was feeling that particular way, George messing with him.

"Fine. Name some."

George smiled, pleased. He grabbed his phone, presumably looking for a generic list.

He cleared his throat, "Okay, first one. Choking."

Dream shrugged, "Eh. Not really, but I'm not against it."

George quickly typed in something, hiding his phone from Dream when he tried to peek over to see what he was doing.

Dream huffed, pouting as he sat back. Was this research or something?

"What about dirty talk?"

"That one is obvious," Dream sighed. George grinned, adding to his notes.

"Next one. Bondage."

Dream coughed slightly, "I was, um, planning on that. With the stuff I bought."

George nodded, grinning. "Degradation?"

"No," Dream shook his head. "I like being told nice things more."

George's grin widened, placing his phone down. "Oh? So then you like praise?"

"Doesn't everybody?" Dream laughed nervously at George crowding into his space.

"I guess, but I think you like it more than usual," George teased. "Actually, didn't you make me praise you for like five minutes one time?"

Dream did, in fact, do that. He didn't think it would come back to bite him like this though.

He scratched the back of his head, mumbling, "Well, I did deserve it for the video idea."

George hummed, turning to sit on Dream's lap. He rubbed his hands down Dream's chest. George had a cheeky look on his face. It's been a while since Dream bottomed. Far too long..

"So," he whispered in Dream's ear, "What would you like me to say? To praise you?"

Dream swallowed nervously, uncertainly. "Uhh, something nice? I guess?"

George dragged his lips over Dream's face, making him shiver. "Yeah," he breathed, "But, do you want something like: 'You're such a good boy, Dream'?" Dream sucked in a sharp breath at the words, but even more at George's tone. It was so low and sultry. There was a slight rasp in his voice, making Dream's head swim.