One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

My spot in hell just got worse, be grateful

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TW: smutty smut smut smut- well, blowjob, but pretty much smut, yeah. Also the smut is bad, just a warning. Smut basically the whole chapter, at the end there is a ~ squiggle ~ line where there is a quick summary of what happened for those of you who don't wish to read the horrible smut.

Third person POV

George was more than just shocked to hear those words come from the blond, in fact, even after a good 10 seconds he continued to lay as if frozen in time, wide- eyed.

Once Dream was satisfied with the observations he made of George's reaction, he continued. "Unfortunately I've never had the pleasure of seeing you like that so I wouldn't know for sure." He paused. George started to understand what he was getting at, and tried his best to internally debate how he should react.

He brought his face a bit down only for his chin to be grasped and immediately brought back up by the blond. "I don't suppose..." He continued. "You'd allow me to test this little theory of mine... Would you?" Clay questioned, maintaining a deep and low voice as well as eye contact with the brunette.

"I-" George started as he gazed into Dream's dazzling eyes, trying to think of a good reason not to continue.

He found none.

"I would."

The blonds smirk only grew and in no more than a second, Dream had his lover pinned beneath him. George's hands were held above his head in one of Dream's hands while Dream had his knees on either side of of George's waist, straddling him.

"Hm..." Dream leaned towards the flustered bottom's head, noses inches apart. "I was right." Dream tilted his head slightly before connecting their lips.

While the somewhat experienced top remained calm and in control as he slipped his tongue into the others mouth, George was practically consumed by the butterflies in his stomach.

Never mind, we're much passed butterflies now.

All George could think about was the feeling of the warm and slow kiss Dream was giving to him.

Dream POV

I could tell that George was slowly but surely growing impatient, but I kept it slow. Every time he would attempt to gain control of the kiss and speed it up, I pressed harder on his wrists which were held above his head. Not enough to actually hurt him of course, only enough to cause him some discomfort. I was not about to be bottomed by 5'9 virgin who I currently had underneath me.

After a good 2 minutes, I decided to take the next step.

Third person POV

Dream slowly began grinding his hips on the smaller.

A moment later Dream pulled away and admired George's red and slightly swollen lips.

In the moment Dream pulled away, he also stopped grinding his hips on George's, with what little friction he had, lost, George was eager to gain more.

"W-why'd you stop?" He asked breathlessly. "You could still be cuter." Dream smiled.

"W-what?" George questioned confused.

Dream leaned forward once again, but not to reconnect their lips like George had hoped. "With that shirt of yours on the floor." Dream whispered seductively in George's ear.

Despite still panting, George's breath hitched. Dream leaned back up a little before staring into George's eyes. "May I?" He asked, lifting up the hem of George's shirt.