Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Get out

Dream's POV
Me and George both woke up early and decided to make breakfast together. As long as Wilbur is here, I feel like I need more to take my mind off him. He is the worst. But George is really stepping up. George has distracted me so much I lasted a whole month without punching Wilbur. I knew I loved him.

We got to the kitchen and giggled quietly so that Wilbur didn't wake up. George started making French toast and I kept making him laugh with the power of food.
At one point I turned to George holding a whip cream can to my pants like it was my dick. I moaned softly and sprayed a bit. George covered his mouth and smiled big, laughing softly. I then took a bit of whip cream and wiped it on George's nose.
He turned to me with a sour expression, then it rose to a smirk. He destemed a strawberry and put half of it in his mouth and winked. I kissed him and took half the strawberry. We pulled back after and continued cooking.

It was getting hot so I took my shirt off. George didn't notice for a while then looked at me in confusion.
"What?" I whispered.
"Weren't you wearing... more clothes?" He whispered back. I smiled and held his waist.
"So?" I joked. He didn't even try to make eye contact with me. Instead George's eyes danced around my torso as he bit his lip. He then pulled back and took his shirt off.
"What? It's hot in here." George joked. Then the fire alarm started going off.

"Piece of shit." I say and let George go, grabbing a towel to fan at the beeping monstrosity.
"Mmmm is there a fire?" I hear Wilbur on the couch.
"Yeah! I think you better run away and never return!" I yelled over the alarm.
"You let Clay in the kitchen?!" Wilbur yells to George.
"Shut the fuck up Wil!" I screamed and the alarm stopped.
"Clay that's a bit much." George said.
"Oh I'm sure. I want to be sure that son of a bitch knows he has no power here!" I yell.
"I have power!" Wilbur yells back.
"No, and if you really think that, I'll throw you over the table!" I argue.
"Then what?" Wilbur asked, catching me off guard. I throw him over the table... then I... no. I flipped him off and went back to my bedroom; the bedroom was the only place I didn't fight with anybody.

"Knock knock." I hear George say. I look up and see him with a plate of French toast. I took it to see he made a strawberry and whipped cream heart on it.
"Wow. This is the best thing anyone's ever done for me." I smiled, almost in tears.
"There's more." George says and steps back. Wilbur then entered the room, avoiding my gaze.
"Clay, I'm sorry. You were kind enough to let me stay here and I was wrong." Wilbur apologized. I stood there, speechless.
"Thank you for apologizing." I said and Wilbur walked out. I turned to George.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Persuasion." George responded. I smiled and started eating my food. George is the best chef. Meanwhile George was in the closet getting dressed for the day.

When I was done I took my plate to the kitchen, taking a breath when I see Wilbur leaning against the counter.
"Hey Dream." He said and I rolled my eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"I don't know, you came here." Wilbur said and went back to his phone.
"I was just putting away my plate." I explained.
"Well go ahead. You've made yourself clear. I have no power as long as you're here." Wilbur said and I turned to look at him. He smirked innocently. I trapped him against the counter he was leaning on and brought myself to his ear.
"Whatever game you're playing, you can stop. As long as George is here, you have no power." I whispered then walked back to the bedroom. When I got there I turned and locked the door. I couldn't believe that Wilbur would hit on me when George is a room or two over.

"Well hello there." George said, catching my attention. I was stunned at the view. George was wearing tight black jeans and a chain around his neck. A bit of the chain dangled down his torso; all I wanted to do was pull it.
"Hello to you." I say and grab his face immediately. I pulled him in for a kiss and grabbed the chain, feeling powerful. I pulled back.
"Did you have a character or?" I asked. I tugged at the chain slightly to show him I have him.
"Yeah. I'm in constant debt to you." George said and ran his hands up my chest.
"So how are you gonna pay off that debt?" I asked in a deep voice.
"I'll do anything." George said and ran his hands back down to my waistband.
"Then you know what to do. Get it started." I commanded. George bit his lip and dropped to his knees, pulling me out of my pants. I wasn't wearing underwear to start. George licked my shaft and looked up at me with a desperate expression. I grabbed his hair and brought him to the tip, letting him suck at it. I then thrusted myself inside his throat. I let go, letting him control his pace. I watch him take all of it in then only take about half out before coming back down. He stopped when it was hard enough. I then had him stand as I pulled him out of the tight jeans. I then stood up and grabbed the chain as if it were his shirt collar. I pulled him till he was pressed against me.

"Pay your debt slave~" I growled playfully in his ear.
"I-I will.. master." He said. I stepped back and laid down on the bed, George hopped on top of me. He positioned himself over me and sat down, controlling the pace. He moaned as loudly as ever. I expected to hear Wilbur knock on the door, but he didn't.
I flipped us and started controlling our pace instead, speeding up. George screamed out beneath me.
"Master~~" he moaned then came. I grabbed the chain and sat him up. Flipping him so his back was now to me. I thrusted in and kept moving as George held the sheets and kept making noise. I came inside his ass. I then finally heard the knock.
"Fuck off!" I yelled and Wilbur listened.

I took a look at George. He was panting, face down on the mattress. I rolled him over and we smiled at each other.
"What made you think of this?" I asked and George smirked.
"I know how much you love to see me in chains. I figured I'd make it more fun to choke me." George teased.
"Well it worked." I laughed.