Revenge

Chapter 14

*TW: smut

"Dream," George exhaled the name quietly, head tipped back against the pillows in his bed, eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of Dream's lips trailing slowly down his chest and towards his stomach.

It was the early hours of the morning, and somewhere between Dream wandering into George's bedroom and George urging Dream to finally talk to him, George had gotten very distracted. He knew that Dream was only trying to delay their inevitable conversation, and so far, it was working all too well.

Every time George tried to pull his focus back, he would get distracted by Dream's lips on his, or warm breath fanning over the side of his neck. It was near impossible, but still, he knew they needed to talk about everything that had happened six months ago. He wouldn't feel better until they did.

He managed to pry his eyes open, glancing down to watch as Dream's lips dragged teasingly over the waistband of his sweatpants. He brought his hands to Dream's face, pushing him away to try and clear his head as he said, "Dream, you can't keep avoiding it. We're going to have to actually talk at some point."

Dream nodded, and as soon as George's hands dropped away, he was pressing soft kisses to George's lower stomach.

"I know," he muttered between kisses, "and we will talk. But first, I want to repay the favor from last night."

George huffed out a frustrated breath, he wasn't surprised to see Dream avoiding the issue like this. It was becoming all too clear that he was using physical closeness to distract himself from the emotional distance between them.

He pushed Dream away again, and tried, "Sapnap's going to be back soon. I wanted to talk before he got here."

Dream groaned and rolled his eyes, but then he leveled his gaze on George. With a confident grin on his face, he dropped his voice low and said, "come on, George. I'm asking nicely. Do you want me to beg for it?"

George breathed out a laugh, shaking his head and letting it fall back against the pillows. He felt Dream's fingers dipping under the waistband of his pants, and when he looked down, Dream met his gaze again. George's breath caught in his lungs as Dream's tongue dragged slowly over the muscles in his lower stomach, following the dips and curves as he held the eye contact. And then in a low voice, Dream quietly begged, "please, George. All I want to do is make you feel good, and then we'll talk."

George's mind was hazy from the words, and he couldn't find it in him to deny a request like that. Finally giving in, he trailed his fingers through blonde waves, tugging just slightly as he muttered back, "fine. Go on, then."

Dream held his gaze for a moment longer, a smug grin settling on his face as he ran his hand down over the front of George's sweatpants. George pressed his hips up into it instinctively, and Dream breathed out a quiet laugh. His fingers dipped below the fabric of George's sweatpants again, and George lifted his hips so Dream could slide the fabric down his thighs.

"I promise it'll be better than talking," Dream grinned up at him before leaning in to leave a trail of small kisses and bites across one of George's hips.

"We'll see," George breathed out teasingly low, and Dream bit at the inside of his thigh before muttering back, "since we're saving the talking for later, you can keep that pretty mouth of yours shut for now."

Biting back his response, George only grinned, settling back against the pillows as Dream sucked a bruise of purple and red against his thigh. When he was satisfied with the mark, he finally moved to where George wanted him. His tongue trailed slowly up the length of George's dick, and George's breath caught when Dream didn't hesitate to wrap his lips around the tip and sink lower.