Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

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George's POV
"What are you doing here?" I asked the man at the door; a familiar face stares back at me.
"George... I can explain." He said.
"Please, do." I said back.

~time skip because I'm an asshole that will make you all wait several chapters to find out what that interaction was~

It's been days since he showed up. I thought.. no, I didn't think.
"George!" I hear Clay yell, bringing me back.
"Hmm, yeah, I'm listening." I said.
"What colour do we want in the office?" He asked, holding out several paint options.
"I don't know, you choose." I say. Clay sighs deeply and sets aside one colour for later.
"Okay, desks will be here in a few weeks. We just need to paint now." He said and I nodded dismissively.
"And then once we are done I'll..." I stopped listening. I couldn't focus, not since-"George?" Clay said standing in front of me. When did he get there?
"Is that a yes?" He asked me and I responded.
"Um... yes?" I said and he stepped forward, closing the space between us.
"Are you sure?" He asked and I didn't know what to answer.
"George, tsk tsk. Were you not listening?" I stared directly at him.
"No, I was listening!" I challenged.
"Then give me a confident answer." He challenged back. Why did I say that!
"Yes." I said confidently.

He smiled and kissed me. Okay it's just sex. I think. He pulled his hand down, but it didn't touch me at all. Confused, I pulled away to see that he cuffed one of my wrists. He pulled it up and cuffed me to the shelf above my head.
As much as I wanted to protest, I was actually curious now to what I agreed to. He stepped back completely leaving me chained.
"So what colour?" He asked.
"Um.. what?" I asked.
"Do you want me to surprise you?" He asked.
"Yes." I say and Clay leaves the room for a moment, coming back with some body paint.
Wait, body paint?

He pulled my pants down and put some in his hand, taking a bit of paint from the glob with one finger. He then started writing words all over me, words like perfect and charming.
I read each word in my head, confused. Then he came back up and wiped the rest of the paint on my shirt.
"Nice." I said and looked at the soon to be permanent stains.
"You wanted to know." He said then kissed me. Know what? What he thinks of me? I leaned into the kiss wrapping my free arm around him.
"Now you know what I think of myself." He said and I looked at my legs.
Wow! Thought.

"Do I get to write on you?" I asked and he smiled.
"That was the deal." He squirted a generous amount of paint into my free hand and then the realization hit that my other hand was cuffed above my hand.
"Wait." I said. And he laughed.
"Maybe you should actually listen." He said and stepped out.

"Clay!?"
"Yes?!"
"Are you just gonna leave me like this!"
"Maybe! Why?!"
"What do you mean why!"

Clay then walked in, fully naked. I blushed and fell silent.
"Here let me help." He said and grabbed my paint filled hand, using it to wipe paint down the front of him. He moved closer, filling the gap.
"Need more paint?" He asked and I nodded. He took the rest of the body paint and dumped it on his chest, allowing me to run my hand through it and spread it like icing.
"Aren't you glad you said yes?" He asked.
"Definitely." I answered.
I traced circles into the mound of paint then... I drew a dick on him. I'm not that creative.
He laughed and wiped it away.

"You are such a child." He said and laughed.
"You're a narcissist." I responded and he laughed again.
He then brought his mouth to my ear.
"Did you really believe I would write those things about me?" He asked and I felt an overwhelming amount of love. "Especially this one." He smiled and pointed at some words I missed on my inner thigh. They read master's fav toy.
"First of all, how dare you put the word fav on my body."
"You drew a dick on me." He said.
"Fair enough. But I am not a toy." I whine playfully.
Clay grabbed my hips and started grinding up against me.
"You sure about that?" He whispered in my ear before licking just behind it.
"Yes." I said confidently and Clay stepped back.
"Look who's growing up." He joked and grabbed the keys to uncuff me.
"I'm hitting the shower now." I said, messaging my wrist.
"Mind if I join?" Clay asked.
"Not at all." I answered.