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The way the video showed up on the screen was out of the usual for this channel, a slight unsteadiness and movements fluid made it clear this was handheld, recorded out of the room they always displayed and instead, framed George up close and personal as Dream laughed from behind the camera.

Before much else could be determined, positioning wise, the area surrounding them was vaguely shown first, drifting over an unfamiliar bedroom with lights lower than what lit their professional set up, showing what was more a piece of their personal lives on this impulsively captured clip.

Then, the shot panned over, giving a view of George's shoulders and across his collarbones, to which, upon seeing how the footage looked, Dream leaned back, letting the full, flushed image of George fill the screen.

He was sitting upright, eyes stubbornly cast away with a huff that threaded through his expression, knowing that this was only the beginning of his exposure as Dream murmured warmly, "Oh, George, what are you doing?"

By the clear shirtlessness of him, which indicated further that George was also wearing nothing lower down, though, that wasn't available to see at the moment, only his unimpressed face at Dream's teasing as George flippantly responded, "Um, I'm not doing anything, Dream, obviously?"

He gestured vaguely to his lack of current movement, posture relaxed like he was indeed just having a casual afternoon, that Dream's question was a ridiculous thing to ask, like, come on.

Though, just based on how close the camera was, that Dream could only shift backwards so far onto his headboard, it really gave away what they were doing, where and on what George was truly sitting on.

"Really?" Dream said in utter amusement, a soft hand splaying over George's waist as he mused, words slow as if he was considering this information thoughtfully, mulling it over, knowing something just wasn't quite right with the other's statement, but, alas, he couldn't put his finger on exactly what, commenting, "That's odd, because, maybe it's just me, but, I feel like I'm inside you."

At that, Dream showed why he had this so strange nagging feeling, pulling the video to show George settled right on his lap and, yes, was currently taking it up the ass, just as Dream said.

"Hm," he grinned, a slight gasp hinting as the end as George shifted, wanting to put some pressure on the other for exposing him in such a way, though Dream recovered quickly, even if his hips were and have been aching to move for some time now, a barely noticeable strain strung in his voice as Dream continued on with, "And, just because I'm sure everyone is curious, how long have we been like this, George?"

The other turned his face to the side, antsy in wait, as, right around the exact moment Dream had started this recording, George had met his limits, wanting now to get off after all the anticipation, all the slow movements they made together over the time they spent here, with George cock warming, mostly on his phone as he leaned heavy on Dream's shoulder, grin brimming on his face when he rolled down on the other when things were too calm for too long for George's liking, liking that when he did so, Dream's grip would instantly become harsher, a question of, "You wanna do more?" to pass breathlessly from the other's lips, to which George would petulantly shake his head no, that he wanted to make Dream earn it, wait for more, see if he could keep still even if George was, in the other's own words, so tempting.

It was just a game to him, one of the main reasons he enjoyed it, liked the thought of this in the first place, was interested in testing Dream's patience.

There was a control on he had, that he dictated when they started and moved and became closer, that Dream had to heed his wishes because, at any moment, George could get tired of the stillness of sitting, need too pressing to ignore any longer, and they could begin and end in one swift motion.