Teach Me // DNF

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*TW: smut*

The days that followed their first official date were marked by plenty of new experiences for George. From cuddling on the couch, to slow, exploratory kisses; everything was new and fresh and exciting.

But things were moving slow; Dream was being patient and careful, constantly checking with George to make sure he was okay. George had appreciated the slowness of it all in the beginning, it gave him some much needed time to wrap his mind around what their friendship had evolved into.

But as time moved forward, George found himself getting a bit more impatient. When Dream's hands wandered over his body while they were kissing instead of watching the movie they had put on, George found himself internally willing the blonde to go further. He wanted to feel the warmth of Dream's hands on his bare skin, but Dream always stopped it before it could go too far.

And George wasn't used to being forward about things like this, he had never been in a situation like this up until this point. He had never even been interested in the physical parts of a relationship, but everything was different when it came to Dream. Now, he found himself silently yearning for more, and feeling stupid because he knew Dream couldn't read his mind.

So, a few weeks after their first date and the official start of their relationship, George decided he would need to speak up.

He was sitting on the couch with Dream, nuzzled against the blonde's side with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. His face was angled up towards Dream's face, and his eyes were freely roaming as Dream's eyes stayed fixed on the television playing in front of them.

He tilted his face up a bit more, letting his lips graze along the blonde's jawline in a trail of soft kisses. He had gotten much bolder when it came to initiating things like this, it was much easier than verbally communicating what he wanted.

He moved down to Dream's neck, keeping his movements slow as he trailed kisses down the expanse of it, feeling Dream's fingers brush through his hair in response. He focused on one area that he knew Dream liked, only pulling away once he had left a purple bruise blooming across the previously unmarked skin.

Dream chuckled quietly, and then his free hand was moving to George's jaw as he tipped the brunette's face up towards his own and quietly mumbled, "yeah? You know I'll have to get you back for that."

George smiled, and then Dream was dipping his head low enough to catch the brunette's lips in a slow kiss. George let him lead the kiss, parting his lips almost instantly, his thoughts immediately becoming hazy when he felt Dream's tongue moving against his own.

His fingers curled tightly into the fabric of Dream's shirt in a silent plea for more, trying to tug him even closer although there was essentially no space left between them. But Dream seemed to understand anyway, the way he always seemed to understand when it came to George. He was moving before George even said a word, guiding the brunette down so that he was lying on his back with Dream's body over his own.

They had been like this plenty of times before, and George was already searching for the right words and actions to let Dream know how much further he wanted it to go this time. But it was difficult with Dream kissing him the way that he was, with large hands dragging down over the fabric of his shirt.

Dream stopped when he reached the bottom hem of the brunette's shirt, and George was surprised by his own boldness as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Dream's wrist. He guided the blonde's hand underneath the fabric, practically melting at the way Dream's breath hitched in his throat at the contact.

It only took a moment, and then Dream's hand was grazing slowly over George's bare skin, his fingertips moving over each dip and contour of the brunette's torso as if he were committing it to memory.