whipped (dnf smut)

taste

George finally got the whipped cream out of the can and sat to eat the fruit.

"Wanna try?" Dream said pointing a fork towards George. "No" George replied his face looking like he  was constipated. "Come on I swear it's really good." Dream insisted. "Fine." George finally accepted reaching out to put the fork in his mouth but Dream pulled it away and stuffed the strawberry in his own mouth.

"Go on, try it." The blond said looking at him. "I would but you just literally ate it." George  said. "You sure?" Dream replied leaning in to connect their lips in a soft, slow kiss. Dream's lips felt cold on the brunette's plump, warm ones and the taste of strawberries and cream lingered their tongues.

George pulled away getting up and taking dream's hand, taking the whipped cream can in his other hand and leading him upstairs.

The two of them entered dream's room, dream pushed George on his bed getting on top of him and kissing his neck roughly. George whimpered feeling how Dream found his sweet spot. Feeling the urge to scream his name in pleasure.

George surprisingly turned dream, being left on top as he took the whipped cream from the night stand. He shook the can, and sprayed cream trailing dream's bare chest. He started brushing his tongue down the toned abs, taking the cream off his warm skin.

"Just like that baby, you're doing so good." Dream said pulling on the brunette's short hair.

Dream's chest left completely bare again. George took the oportunity to reach for the hem of his boxers and pull them down, dream's cock flapping out fully erect. "If i'm such a bottom why are you tweaking and throbbing under me?" George said smirking down at Dream.

"Shut up and make me feel good darling." Dream replied feeling like his dick would explote if George didn't do something.

George did as he was told and bent down to take dream's cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down spitting on the dick to get it lubbed. Dream arched his back, pulling on George's hair and grunting in pleasure. Dream flipped George back to the bottom and took his shirt off, playing with the hem of the creeper boxers.

The tall blond leaned in to kiss him roughly, grabbing the bulge in George's boxers and giving it a squish. He could still feel the strawberries and cream flavour on George's mouth smirking into the kiss.

Dream's dick flapped against the other boy's making the bulge in his boxers feel tight and trapped in the fabric.

The blond must've read his mind since he pulled away taking off the creeper fabric and snaking his hand up and down George's length. George couldn't keep it down, his moans echoing in the room.

"Faster, please daddy." George pleaded. "So desperate for me cumslut?" "You really want me to fill you up until it floods out right darling?" Dream kept teasing him, making the boy wet in seconds.