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Bonus: Second Chance (Part III)

George was the first awake in the whole house. He assumed it was from to fact he was asleep before anyone else. All he remembered was cuddling into Clay, and then he was just asleep.

Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the peaceful face of a sleeping Clay. He head buried half way into the fluffy pillow as he laid on his side.

George was also on his side, the blankets tangled in his legs as he sat up, looking around the dark room. From what he could see, there was a dresser and a window, covered by curtains.

George unraveled the blankets from his legs and hopped out of the bed, reaching his hands out to clench the door handle.

Sparing one more glance at the sleeping ashen, George smiled softly and exited the bedroom. Being dead for two months really made him hungry.

Searching through the cabinets, he finally just decided on a plain English Muffin. He quickly cut the rounded bread with a knife before covering it in butter and biting into it. This is was the first proper food he had eaten in months.

"Is it good?" A voice asked from behind him, which caused George to jump snd spin around, facing the person whom the voice belonged to.

"Don't do that!" George laughed, lightheartedly punching Dream in the shoulder.

"You know, George, your horrible at leaving quietly," Dream smirked, which George scoffed.

"I just wanted you to sleep," George scoffed, and Dream cupped his cheeks in his hands. "I got just enough sleep with you there already," he smiled before gently bringing his lips to George's, pulling him into a gentle, but passionate kiss.

George sprawled one of his hands against Dream's chest, the other twirled in the hair on his neck, that stood up straight with the rapid beating of his heart.

This was there first proper kiss, alone, in a long time. Dream's arms felt like they belonged around George, holding their bodies tight together as George was pushed back against the counter.

Both boy's hearts beating at rapid rates as George lifted one leg, wrapping it around Dream's bottom half as he jumped up onto the counter, using Dream as support. George pulled away for breath, but Dream immediately slammed their lips back together, the air starting to get more heated as Dream's tongue found it's way into George's mouth.

A long hum escaped George's mouth, causing the drawn out noise to vibrate into Dream's. The kiss was intense, and heated. Neither wanted to pull away, but they had to when they heard footsteps approaching from down the hall.

They didn't even have enough time to completely pull away from each other, George still sitting on the counter and Dream standing between his legs, when Tubbo entered the room.

"Uhh..TOMMY!" Tubbo shrieked as soon as his eyes landed on the couple.

Oh, George thought, yea, he and Ranboo where unaware that we're alive.

Tommy came rushing down the hallways, his eyes full of fear. "What's up Tubbo?" He asked, winded out. "What happened?!" He questioned, pointing over at the couple. Tommy sighed, gripping Tubbos arm and dragging him out of the room, probably to explain everything.

Before Dream could do anything, George shoved him away. "No," he laughed, hopping off the counter and continuing to eat his English Muffin.

"Just because we're alone in the room doesn't mean we're alone in the house," he laughed, patting Dream on the head before walking away.

A huff escaped Dream's lips as George smirked, tossing the plate onto the table. He was no longer hungry for his food.

// Spicy Shit TW (Intense Make Out bc I owe yall one) \\

"Oh George~" Dream hummed, starting to walk towards the smaller boy. With each step forward, George took a step backwards, until he hit the table.

Dream walked forward until he was pressed against George, George leaning over the table slightly. George was annoyed at Dream, especially when he tried to connect their lips.

Dream noticed how George pushed him away and gripped his waist, pulling George to his chest completely.

This touch was a craving George never knew he needed. Not the kind of the touch, like hand holding and cuddles, but more sexually touching. He loved the feel of Dream's rapid besting heart, his arm holding him tight.

He couldn't help but melt into the touch, allowing Dream to finally connect their lips. This kiss was nothing like their first one. Their first was blissful, and full of love and hope that the feelings were mutual.

But this, this one was different. It was full of lust and desire of the other. Their lips moving in sync, pulling away every few seconds just to slam back together again.

This kind of heated kiss was everything to George, and Dream even. Dream's hands explored the back of George's body, from his neck to his hips his hands scanned his lover.

His grip rested on George's hips, lifting him off the ground and onto the table. George took the hint and bent his knees on the other side of Dream, so that as they kissed Dream stood in his lock.

This heated kiss soon turned into a make out as Dream's tongue made it's way into the brunet's mouth, and soft moans escaped George's mouth.

'More—..' was all George could think as heavy breathes escaped both boy's mouths. He slid down the table, so now he was practically just leaning against the table. Everything was perfect until George accidentally bucked his hip into Dream.

The hand on George's hips released George as Dream broke their lips apart.

"Sorry-.." George hummed, guilt rushing up his spine. He just thought that with the moment, and the intensity maybe..

All of his running thoughts halted when Clay's lips began to roughly suck on the skin on his neck. Soft moans and breaths escaped George's mouth as Dream bit down randomly. Red marks scattered across George's neck as Dream gently kissed each mark he left, a lovely reminder that he didn't mean to hurt George in any way possible.

Reconnecting their lips, George snaked his arms around Dream's neck, deepening the kiss.

"One day back and already having sex?" Drista smirked, causing George to jump, but Dream just scoffed and turn around his face his younger sister, gripping the other side of George's waist.

"Shut up," he groaned, walking out of the room, dragging George behind him. Once in their shared bedroom, Dream pinned George up against the wall and continued.

Things escalated to the limits when George's body pressed up against Dream's, their bottom halves rubbing against each other. Slightly lifting his thigh, George could feel Dream.

George knew he should've stopped, pushed him away, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"George-.." Dream hummed, his tone a harsh warning. "Clay?" George uttered, left in utter shock when Dream's hands gripped his hips and pushed him off the wall.

"I'd stop if I were you.." Clay uttered, but George didn't listen. Instead thrusting his leg back and forth to taunt Dream. Dream found no humour in it though, and bit down on George's lip.

A soft moan escaped George's mouth as he rested his hands against Dream's chest, the pads of his soft fingers taking a hold of the collar on Dream's loosely fitting shirt.

"George!" Heather called, completely destroying the moment. George flinched away from Clay's lips.

The leg between Dream's legs, whose thigh was pushed against Dream, thrust up one more time just to taunt the ashen before George pulled away, his eyes softening at Clay before racing out of the room.

Dream hated to admit it, but George really turned him on. It upset him when he just shoved him away.

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