Give us a smile ~{dreamnotfound}~

Praise Kink/Pet Play

A/N:
Basically, before we get into this, our story is gonna be Dream and George trying out new kinks and such. If it has a chapter title that's just the name of a kink, expect smut or intense foreplay. The chapters with normal names are gonna be story elements. This is also all gonna be from Dream's perspective.

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       Clay smiled up at George, who sat confidently straddling his lap. He leaned in for a kiss but got quickly denied as his boyfriend tilted his head up instead. That left a pout on his face.

"Hmm, I want kisses."

"You'll have to wait, pretty puppy."

       Clay blushed as the nickname rang through the air. His silence had never been louder, as he wasn't usually quiet in bed. George had almost definitely picked up on his liking to the nickname at this point. It was fairly obvious.

"Do you like that?" George asked, running his hands up and down his boyfriend's side, bare skin on bare skin. "Does my little puppy like being called pretty?"

"Mhm.." Clay nodded, trailing off. His mouth hung open as he panted softly.

"Well then, be a good boy and I'll use the nickname more." George purred into Clay's ear, making his face light up like the Christmas tree downstairs.

       Clay whimpered quietly, only wanting more of this feeling. His lover's feather light touches and soft speech made him weak at the knees and he would have fallen down if he wasn't already sitting.
       He placed his hands on George's hips, pressing their crotches together. He was needy when it came to sex. George however, preferred a slow burn. And both of them loved edging.

"My impatient puppy is going to have to wait to finish tonight." George taunted, knowing this would only fuel Clay's desire.

"I don't think I can wait." Clay whined, leaning up for another attempt at a kiss.

"Well, you're going to." His brunette darling instructed. "My puppy wants to be a good boy for me, doesn't he?"

"Mhm..!" Clay replied, almost a little too eagerly.

       George chuckled and tucked his fingers under the hem of Clay's shirt. The blond lifted his arms to allow his lover to take it off. George did just that.
       He leaned down and let his lips hover over Clay's, making him excited, before moving down and kissing his neck instead.
       Clay melted at every little touch. If he was the sun than George was the moon, less bright but so much more beautiful. Slow and seductive, rising in the dark. He was the sand and George was the wave falling over him, taking bits and pieces of him and giving back so many different things. He was like a candle and George was the flame, flickering, lighting up the dark world, growing larger and more beautiful as Clay shrunk. George was a god and he was a devoted follower. George was his everything.
       He let himself be stripped bare, all his insecurities and fears falling away at the touch of someone who loved him. Clay cried out, only getting closer to George. Soon they were on the floor, the heat of the blankets too much. Clay left George with scratches on his back. George left Clay with bruises on his hips.
       As George entered his sweet love, it was almost too much for Clay too take right then and there. He wrapped his legs around him, doing everything he could to get closer. They danced with each other like twin flames, intense and hot until everything around them melted away, relief flooding their systems.

"Good boy." George whispered, placing a kiss on Clay's lips. "My good boy."

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