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A warning: this chapter contains ice/temperature play which could be potentially dangerous if done incorrectly, not using proper materials and/or practices. The depictions should not be blindly followed, do research as needed. Filmed nsfw is unrealistic, and this is certainly no exception :)
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The recording began with quite a scene, eyes flitting over the screen to take it all in, truly absorbing all the information so freely given. First, clearly the most attention grabbing element shown in the frame, one must scan over George, already undressed and laying back on the bed, silk ties wrapped around his wrists that rested above his head, and, to top it all off, a matching tie was placed over his eyes, blindfolding George to all that would be done to him.

And, that very person who was going to perform such things was there, Dream, on his top arc, you know what, good for him, was sitting next to George, fading hickeys still present over his neck, indicating the ones over the rest of his body were present as well, but they were unseen, as with Dream being fully clothed and all, letting all concentration stay where it should be, raking over George's form.

Next, and the most out of place items for this video, was all the various supplies that were set off to the side, including bowls and cups and even a candle, as well as other objects that were positioned on the bed itself, bottles and a vaguely phallic shaped device that could really only be one thing, all giving Dream a variety of tools at his disposal to use on George.

Unable to see the other's actions, at just a single slide of Dream's finger up over his chest, George's breath hitched, shifting a bit as the other grinned down at him for the reaction, beginning things today with Dream saying, "It's finally my turn now, I just get to play with my toy however I please for this entire video."

George scoffed, but it was rather shaky, though he had to surge on in order to argue back, of course, his protest not having a hint of bite to it as he retorted, "Don't call me that, idiot."

"Really?" Dream murmured, sharply pressing his thumb into George's nipple, earning a hiss for the motion, "Then if you're not my toy, why are you so fun to mess with? What else would you be if you're just here for my own entertainment?"

George opened his mouth in dissent, only able to get out a choked, "Oh," as Dream roughly grabbed his dick, which was already hard from whatever they had been doing off camera before the recording started, George lifting his head to see below him, dropping it right back down in frustration when he remembered he, in fact, couldn't see.

Dream just held the other in his hand, which made George bristle, knowing the other was going to be this way the whole time, getting all the recompensation for what he had put Dream through the past several weeks, which, maybe he could admit, within reason, he did deserve this somewhat.

But, George being who he was, that being a brat and refusing to ever say anything was his own fault, stubborn always to the end, starting a rebuttal with, "You should show me some respect here, for even allowing this in the first place you know I-"

Dream, amused with the other's little display of authority, of which he had nothing of in their current situation, cut George off with the swipe of his tongue over the tip of his dick, Dream taking away the other's words along with the wetness that leaked from George's obvious excitement, as even if he tried to hide it under an indifferent attitude, it was evident he was turned on by this.

Dream let all his touch fall away, turning over to grab a piece of ice that was resting in a bowl of water, a small smile plastered on his face as he watched the chilled water drip from his fingertip and splash onto George's skin, the other jerking in reaction to the unexpected coldness.

That made Dream grin wider, smearing the droplet over the expanse of George's abdomen, asking curiously, "How is it with the blindfold this time? You like it?"