good enough for the guy i go out with

ch. 6

It has now come again for this three part story to end.

And let's go out with a bang!

Literally.

Dream was eyeing George, solving complex equations in his head, going through every alternative universe possibility on the best way to initiate getting into George's pants. He needed the best course of action, no mistakes could be made at this point.

Which was all unfounded, haha like GeorgeNotFound, oh my god what a fun and hilarious connection wow, because Dream had already been in and around everything George was packing.

All he would have to do was say something along the lines of 'Hey, wanna fuck? Insert lip bite emoji because it still doesn't exist.'

And he would say all the words, not follow on the action cue, just letting you know as this is confined in written out expressions and you just have to imagine it all happening so I have to spell it out for you sometimes.

Wait. You've been imagining everything that's happened in this whole series? I'd judge you but I'm the one who's writing this. Still, police are on their way.

Perfect time to start the smut.

As, Dream didn't have to say anything, perform any action, because it was like George could magically read Dream's thoughts, or maybe he could just feel the horny gaze burning directly into his soul from the other, as right then he reached over to Dream, placed a soft hand on his knee, looked up at him through his pretty little lashes and said:

"Dream, I want to have sex with you."

Great, a Wilbur quote.

Say less, George!

Actually, say more, Dream is dying to hear it.

So glad I didn't describe where they were, as I now have no need to put some scene of moving them into the bedroom as I can say that's where they were the entire time.

Dream swore there was a choir singing as he heard the words George just said. The ones about sex, if you already forgot.

The previous chapter felt like it was written several days ago, making the distance between Dream getting lucky feel much longer than it actually was, as they were doing this scene not even a full day after last time.

You might say their sex drive is unrealistic, doing it everyday, and maybe even multiple times a day, we don't know, it could be that I just don't write those parts.

We already established this is unrealistic and also uhhhh is that not normal? Asking for a friend who has told me they could do it at this pace and didn't think it was out of the ordinary until they wrote a dnf smut book and people were pointing out that they had a lot of sex and it could only exist like that in fiction.

Which is so weird, because that's so similar to my own personal experience, but, listen, I'm asking for my friend, got that? Not myself. ..

Anyway, who cares?

They can have as much sex as I want because I'm in charge of this story and besides, who comes to the explicit section to read about anything else?

Dream is sick and tired of these tangents.

He's spent this time delicately, and by delicately, I mean literally ripping off George's clothes at such an expedited rate, they no longer remain on this plane of existence.

Dream ran a hand over George's heated skin, giving the other a deep kiss.

George was clutching on Dream's hair harshly, arching his back into the other who was still so frustratingly fully clothed.