Love Game | 𝐷𝑁𝐹

🅰︎ffection

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| Dream |

Dressed in a bright geen polo, he felt dominant walking away from the brunette like that. He had made him blush, once again. If his theory about the boy having slight feelings for him was true, his plan was going to work excellently.

Standing in the machine that was programmed to take him down, he leaned against the wall while waiting for the short to hurry up his steps. He finally joined the tall in the elevator, and pressed the green button that was labeled with a big G on it.

Dream felt the feeling again. Now, he already had that lovely feeling, but he felt something else. Almost as if an electric shock was sent through his veins. That tingling and arousing feeling that he so desperately needed to do something about.

But what was really stopping him?

He had George right there, right in front of him. Looking so curiously up at him with his beautiful deep brown hickory eyes.

Oh, how he loved to stare at those.

He wish he could just snuggle him up. Look into those stupid little irises of his, hiding behind his lushous eyelashes. Caress those small gentle lips that was perfectly placed under his button nose. Suck on his most tender spots. Kiss his lips blue. Be on top of him, strip him bare-

No, stop.

He's your best friend, remember?

There really was nothing stopping him. He could kiss him. Right there, right now. He had him all to himself, no one was looking.

"What are you staring at, big boy?" mumbled from underneath his pretty little smile. He clearly had something on his mind with that look on his face. Dream couldn't help but smile himself.

"You." he admitted, looking directly into his eyes while letting off one of his famous smirks. But instead of heating up and looking away, the boy returned his expression by a sly one himself. Something that he never had seen George do before. Something new that caused his body to sparkle even more, taunting that sweet spot of his.

Why did he suddenly seem so flirtatious and malicious? It made Dream feel some kind of way. That kind of way he hadn't felt in years.

His arm slowly made its way to rest on his slightly bent right leg, trying to cover up the light bump that had appeared beneath his waist.

But the small one didn't stop there. Leaning off from the metal rail, and taking a step closer towards the blonde. Dream watched as he closed off the distance, still with that mischevious look on his face.

When coming close, he just stood there. Looking up into his eyes, with the same expression. The singer snickered.

"What are you doing, Georgie?" he continued, now with a lowered, almost whispering voice. His head tilted down, towards the boy who started to get up on his tippy toes to reach the other male. Small palms were placed on his chest.

Dream's heart was now rushing out blood. Never had he ever been this close to the boy. Never had he ever been so close that he could feel his warm temperature against his body, breath against breath, all this while still holding the intense eye contact. He couldn't help it, but drop his smile to catch his breath when the brunette came so close.

Everything was much more detailed now. He could see every inch of eyelash that had gotten some extra volume from his light mascara. The nicely done smudged eyeliner at the corner of both eyes, piffing up his pale face when combined with the silver decorated earlobe.

George's smile faded slightly, only for his eyes to focus on the males lips. Dream studied every movement. Lip bit down. Eyes return. Looking so sweet but psycho at the same time.