Dsmp OS

Controller - DNF

Yawning, the brown-haired man rose from his desk-chair and walked to the door, as the doorbell had just rung. He accepted the package from the postman and thanked him with a quick smile before walking back to his room and opening the package.

Inside was a controller. Confused, the british boy took the device out of the box and examined it before connecting it to his Nintendo Switch. Just as he finished doing so, the sound of an incoming Discord call rang out.

Dream.

The brown-eyed man clicked 'accept' and was greeted moments later by the voice of his best friend.

"Hey Georgie!"

A smile crept onto the lips of the addressed one. "Hey Dweamie."

"Did you get my present?", you could clearly hear the smirk from the younger's voice, causing George's gaze to wander to the controller.

"So the controller is yours?"

"Yep. It has extra strong vibrations when you play. So you better not hold it too close to your thing."

Perplexed, the Brit blinked. "What the fuck? I'm not that sensitive"

"Oh yeah, why don't you try it?"

Annoyed, the brown-haired rolled his eyes and then started a game on his Switch. "Idiot" he muttered quietly to himself and then started playing.

He sat comfortably cross-legged and placed his arms on his thighs so he could hold the controller there. Concentrating, he watched the screen and fixated on his task in the game when the device vibrated in his hand for the first time.

By quickly pressing his lips together, he was able to prevent the moan in his throat from being heard by his best friend.

"What the-," it escaped him quietly, staring at the controller.

A giggle sounded through his headphones. "So, is it more harmless than I thought?"

"..Sure. You're an idiot," the brown-eyed one lied hastily and continued playing a moment later.

Each vibration was clearly felt in his intimate zone, making his breathing heavier each time. Meanwhile, he was talking to his best friend, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

However, when an even stronger vibration than before came, the older one couldn't hold back any longer and let a low moan sound from his mouth.

Hastily, he pressed a hand to that very mouth and held his breath. Dream must've heard it. The latter, however, continued to talk happily as if nothing had happened. So George did the same.

More and more often an pleased sound left him. Since the American didn't react, the brown-haired man assumed that his microphone didn't pick up the sounds, which is why he continued shamelessly. His member was hard, it was unbearable not to touch it, but at the same time he wanted to torture himself some more.

So that's what he did. His best friend's voice had a very intense effect on him, his body became more and more sensitive and he himself became louder and louder.

"Mh~," another vibration brought him closer to his climax as Dream's voice rang through his headphones.

"Look at you George, how desperate you are to get satisfied from a controller. You need it so much, don't you?", you could clearly hear that the brown-eyed one's sounds didn't leave the younger one without any effect, as his voice sounded raspier and deeper than usual.

Even if the Brit wanted to be shocked, he couldn't suppress the groan that left his throat. The voice of his best friend made goosebumps spread across his body.

"How good you are for me, Georgie. Go on, let me hear you. Show me what a good boy you are."

And the brown haired one did as he was told. He kept making sweet sounds as he massaged his cock through the fabric of his pants.

"Oh God- D-dream..~ I-I'm cumming- ahh~", his breath quickened as he was about to cum.

"Cum for me, baby boy, show me how obedient you are to me. I wish I could see your beautiful face, could see you moaning my name and longing for me. Oh how I would love to see you while I fill you and fuck all sense out of your head, Georgie. Just imagine how good I could make you feel, how I would reward you for being such a good boy for me," the lust in the American's voice caught the brown-eyed one off guard, causing him to instantly cum with a loud "Fuck!~" and now sat in his chair, breathing heavily.

It took a few minutes for the two boys to calm down. Both were speechless, not knowing if they should say anything at all or rather keep quiet. But finally they decided to speak.

"Fuck that was hot," sounded from them at the same time, what caused them to laugh.

"Man, my pants are all sticky now!", George whined after they calmed down again and looked at his pants soaked in cum.

"You could have taken your clothes off".

"Yeah yeah, you wish. Idiot. And what was that about in the end? Are you trying to motivate me to fly to Florida or what?"

"Oh, so that would convince you to come to Florida? The thought of me railing you until you can't think anymore?"

After that question, there was silence. Just as Dream was about to say an apology, the older man interrupted him.

"Holy shit, yeah. God, Dream, don't say that or I'll get hard again. Ugh"

"I'm just waiting for you, baby. I won't touch anyone but you so you'll have me all to yourself," his best friend spoke in a raspy voice.

A picture on Snapchat appeared on George's phone. When he clicked on it, he realized that Dream had sent it. It was a picture of his hand, which was wrapped around his own neck.

"Do you think my hand would fit better on you?"

His breath caught in the brown-haired man's throat. He had never really been sent a picture of his friend before, which was why he stared at this one for an especially long time, thinking.
The hand would fit perfectly around his throat.

"Y-yes," he spoke softly, biting his lip.

"Very good, I hope you like being choked then. I love you, George," and with those words Dream left the call, leaving the Brit alone.

His head was buzzing.
His best friend loved him, wanted to make him feel good and sleep with him.
He had stimulated himself to his friend's voice through a controller and eventually had his entire pants soaked.
He had been friends with Dream for a long time and had flirted with him many times for fun, but this was different.
This wasn't fun, this was desire.
Desire for each other.
A desire George had never felt like this before.

Without really noticing, he booked a plane ticket to Florida and then went to take a shower to wash his body and sort out his thoughts.