Revenge

Chapter 20

*TW: smut

*Dream's perspective*

It seemed like Dream was constantly having to use every ounce of self control in his body whenever George was around him. Maybe that's what six months of separation had done to him, because not a day had gone by without George plaguing his every waking thought. Whether it was good thoughts or bad, he always seemed to carry George with him.

And even after months of Technoblade feeding him lie after lie, Dream couldn't seem to stop himself from craving George's presence. Of course, the lies had gotten to him eventually, and while he was angry in the beginning, he still felt a certain sense of relief the second he saw George walk through the door in Technoblade's basement. And now that they had talked and everything was out in the open, the only thing that Dream wanted was George.

He'd never loved anyone the way he loved George, and he was just happy that George still felt the same way.

Dream knew that his time away had changed him, and he had been so worried that it would change things between them. And even though he saw how George was struggling, he still kept him at a safe distance because of it. But each day, he had gotten a bit closer to the edge, until finally he let himself fall over into the abyss. He needed George to know how he felt, and the feeling of George saying that he loved him back was indescribable.

It was the only thing he could think about now, and his mind was growing hazy with thoughts of George and only George. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the warm and familiar feel of George's skin under his palms as he slid his hands underneath the fabric of the brunette's shirt. And the only sound he could seem to focus on was George's uneven breathing when one of Dream's hands slid down, applying just enough pressure over the front of his pants to pull a low groan out of the brunette.

George's hips pushed back into him, and Dream drew in a slow breath as he reminded himself to take his time. It was what he had wanted to do the last time they were alone together in this very same kitchen, but Dream's impulses had won out over his restraint the last time. Tonight, all he wanted to do was enjoy his time with George.

But his self control was quickly wearing thin, and it grew even worse when George managed to turn himself around to face Dream. He looked up at Dream through his long, dark lashes, and Dream was sure that he'd never seen anything quite as pretty as him. He hadn't even realized that he had spoken the word "pretty" aloud, not until George's face flushed pink and he mumbled a quiet "thank you".

It made Dream smile, and he leaned in to close the distance between them, catching George's lips in a kiss that was nothing short of heated and claiming. Focusing on how good it felt to be kissing George, Dream let his hands slide down the brunette's hips and towards his thighs. With one tug, he was pulling George up, and he felt his legs wrap around his waist. He loved knowing that George wanted it just as bad as he did, and he was quick to carry George out of the kitchen and towards the room he had been staying in.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, Dream dropped George down onto the bed. He didn't hesitate to crawl over him and cover George's body with his own, and their lips were pressing together again within seconds. He could feel George's hands slide down between them, and he felt the warmth of George's palms against his lower stomach. But knowing that the brunette was clearly growing desperate, Dream caught his lower lip between his teeth and bit down. With George somewhat distracted, he reached down to grab his wrists, and then he pulled George's hands up and pinned them against the mattress above George's head.

He only needed one hand to hold both of George's down, and he pulled back to give George a smug grin as he quietly said, "slow down, George."

The nod of George's head was almost imperceptible, but he heard the quiet hum of agreement roll past George's lips. Dream smiled at this, and in a low voice he murmured, "good boy."