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Of course George had self control.

Honestly, it was more than he even expected as he thought he would have folded the moment he moved here, with Dream's absurd and unrealistic height difference, which always made George's neck and hand over himself crank up then down (mostly that was his hand though), the rippling muscles that shone through Dream's skin tight white shirt that George was sure the other stole from him, or just from the mere fact that Dream was throwing himself at George in increasingly blatant, promiscuous ways.

But, still, even with Dream's purposefully chocolate covered flexing bicep trick aside, of which he did on multiple occasions, George was a man of steel will, temptations cast aside with no hesitations, no regret, a fixture in the anti simp community.

Though, even the most righteous would crumble, the most determined would crack, and that reckoning began the very minute Dream walked into his room, a sight that made George's jaw drop, the pure charisma and animal magnetism flowing from Dream like a crashing wave that immediately pulled George deep under, ready to let himself drown.

"You like what you see?" Dream rasped, eyebrow raised as he tantalizingly ran a hand up his rock hard, no, not that, not yet, his abs, making George's eyes drink in the sight like he was spraying a hose directly into his mouth, and god, did George currently want a hose in his mouth at this exact moment.

George choked, sputtered, his tongue doing a double back handspring in complete flustration, in such a state a word had to be made up to convey the earth shattering emotion he felt; George fought his own tongue for dominance to get his next statement out, only able to utter a quiet, whimpered, "I super duper do."

Dream groaned at that sensual phrase that he only wanted to succumb to right this instant, his head tilting back in satisfaction, like those words were concentrated seduction, his feet pulling forwards to the other, murmuring, "You can't just say that to me, George, you know what it does to me."

George couldn't even remember what he said, mind fogged by Dream and just by going off the other's reaction, he was sure he just said the sexiest, smoothest thing in existence, continuing with a silky taunt of, "Show me what that thang do... wink 😏."

He somehow said the emoji out loud, and also wink, that was all verbatim.

A lip bite commenced from Dream, like all of their texts had now come true and he was, in fact, thinking about this dick fucko, and finally, after all the suspense, a description was given of what exactly Dream was wearing, something that was powerful enough to already make George start choking on something, even if it wasn't in his mouth, yet.

Decked from helmet to boots, even complete with a diamond minecraft sword in his hand, Dream was clad in a purple, rippling, enchanted full netherite armor costume, giving his figure the sharp, boxy look that made George's knees, and dick, weak.

Literally, as the moment he stood up to saunter over to Dream, his knees gave out, making him kneel down, in perfect blow job position, like he was following a lore script that Dream wrote or something.

After taking in the one before him just as it stated in his username, Dream placed the tip of his sword, the minecraft one, by the way, under George's chin, tipping up his face to ask, "You wanna see what's underneath?"

"God, yes," George cried, literally, with tears springing in his eyes at the generous offer, wanting to stuff Dream's minecraft meat down his throat at a speedrun velocity.

The armor leggings were ripped off, as Dream had rigged them to be instantaneously removable with velcro, just for the exact purposes of this scene, and, as a result, exposed what he had on under, which nearly made George nut in his pants at the sight, mouth dry and dick wet.