dnf on demand

[6: Live Now!]

It was starting to feel like they streamed on here much more than any of their other channels, though that could just very well be that they rarely went live regardless, but the notification for this video was clicked on anyway, immediately pulling up the feed to see what everyone came here for, some 'straight'-up nsfw action.

"Always a pleasure to have you all here, our degenerate little viewers," Dream grinned, actually opening the chat for once instead of ignoring it, as he was usually too impatient for the sex to get much of the guidance he had previously promised to follow, "Should we take any questions? I feel like we don't interact with our audience enough."

"You're just trying to distract from our objective for the stream," George murmured, giving the other a side glance.

"What? I would never," Dream said in mock offense, "I just think they should get some input today, you know, start the build-up, get us all in the mood."

"Hmm," George hummed, growing amused as his gaze flicked over the messages being sent in, "Maybe you're right. Someone just said tie you to the bed and make you take it from behind. I'm liking the sound of that. What the hell, let's do it."

Dream shook his head with a tsk, "No, no. Simple foreplay instructions. Like this, a suggestion for me to pin you down to the bed."

"And, do what?"

Dream was already positioning George, turning him so they faced each other, spreading out his legs so he could fit in between. "Kiss you. Forcefully. They want it rough today."

George raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to resist or be into it? What's the scenario here?"

After a quick scan of the chat, Dream replied with a growing grin, "More in a way that you let yourself be persuaded."

George rolled his eyes. "Why is this the request you chose? It seems rather-"

He was cut off by Dream shoving his shoulders back, slamming George down onto the bed, making him let out a noise of surprise at the sudden push.

Dream tilted his head almost imperceptibly to the side, waiting just a quick moment for George to give the answer of whether or not they could continue, which was a subtle nod of his head, barely noticeable to anyone but the other, though, it was the signal he knew was needed, and, just like that, Dream was all over him.

He climbed on top of the other, holding his wrists down, restraining George with ease. Though, far too much ease, disappointedly. Dream shook his head in exasperation that the other just wasn't following along with the roles he wanted. "Be defiant," he commanded with reproach, flashing George a glance to take this seriously.

"Fine. Get your filthy little hands off me, bitch."

Dream laughed with a soft sigh. "Okay, maybe dial it back a bit. More antagonistic, like you're trying to get me to shut you up, as if you want me but you have to incite me into it."

"We role-playing some enemies to lovers, Dream?" George murmured, the corners of his mouth pulling up, like he knew something we didn't.

"Of course," Dream replied, knowing exactly what the other's look meant and totally shamelessly admitting to what they secretly shared, "It's what the people want after all."

"Just the people now, is it?"

Dream grinned, leaning down closer, his whole face a taunt. "You sure like to run your mouth. Has no one ever put you in your place?"

"Oh, really?" George pressed, demeanor matching the other's as he got the hint they were starting this playful banter. "And, what, you think you're gonna be the one to do it? Dream, Dream," he breathed out his disbelief with a soft shake of his head, "You don't have the gall."