Revenge

Chapter 13

*TW: smut

"I guess we'll see about that."

Dream breathed the words against George's lips, and George's hands instinctively curled into the fabric of Dream's shirt to tug him closer. But it was clear that Dream had other plans, and his lips just barely grazed against George's before moving down to his jaw.

It left George wanting so much more, and he exhaled a frustrated breath as he muttered, "do you always have to be such a tease?"

Dream's lips dragged slowly across his jawline, and then he was dipping lower towards George's neck. He left a few light kisses along George's skin, and then muttered back, "I'm not being a tease. I'm just taking my time, George."

George tried to respond, but his focus was pulled away when he felt teeth grazing against his skin, and he inhaled sharply as Dream's movements became a bit harsher. He felt Dream bite down hard enough to leave a mark, and then his tongue was trailing over the indents as he laughed low and under his breath.

"I tried to warn you," Dream spoke in the same low voice that drove George crazy, "I'm not planning on being gentle or nice."

George heard the words although his mind was quickly growing hazy, but he couldn't care less. He wanted whatever Dream would give him.

"I don't care," George mumbled, trying to keep his presence of mind as Dream sucked down hard near his collarbone.

When Dream finally pulled away, he looked down at George and let his fingers trail along George's jawline. The movement was surprisingly gentle, and Dream's face softened for a moment as he quietly mumbled, "you're so pretty, George."

George felt his face flush with heat, a reaction only Dream could get from him. He tried to focus on the familiar feeling of Dream's hand as it moved to the back of his neck, and Dream's thumb as it slid under his chin to tilt George's face closer. His heart was beating wildly, all he wanted was for Dream to kiss him.

And then finally, Dream was leaning in and pressing their lips together for a soft kiss. It was so contrastingly different to Dream's words, but George was thankful in a way. It was their first kiss after so much time spent apart, and he wanted to be able to hide the moment away in the back of his mind.

Dream pulled away after a moment, and George already wanted more. He pulled on Dream's collar, and Dream chuckled quietly before catching George's lips in another kiss.

This kiss was much different than the first, and Dream's hands moved to George's waist as he pushed him back roughly against the counter behind him. He caught George's lower lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to pull a quiet noise from George. And then he wasted no time in pushing his tongue into George's mouth, fingertips digging into George's waist hard enough to leave behind welcome bruises.

Almost immediately, George's hands were moving down to the bottom hem of Dream's shirt. He wanted to see more, to be able to run his hands over exposed skin and feel the warmth under his palms. Dream seemed to be able to read exactly what George was thinking, and he pulled away so George could pull the fabric off and let it fall to the floor.

George let his eyes drop towards the newly exposed skin, and Dream caught his hands by the wrists and placed them against his lower stomach. With his palms flat against Dream's torso, George slowly ran his hands up, letting his eyes follow the movement. He ran them gently over the scattering of bruises, trailing his fingers over the deep scars that ran across the skin.

He was so fixated on touching every part of Dream he could, that he barely even heard Dream mutter his name. He only looked up when a large hand slid into his hair, tugging roughly and tipping his head back so their eyes could meet.