Kidnapped

Chapter 113: Praise Kink

-Authors Note-
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Dream POV

To be sprawled out like this in front of George was enough to keep my cheeks heated, usually he was the one that looked like this under me.

"Gosh you already looked fucked" George smiles before I feel his fingers push inside of me.

It wasn't the first time I'd bottomed but it was my first time bottoming with George and considering it'd been a fair few months since the last time I'd done it I knew it was going to somewhat hurt.

I was much quieter than George but that didn't stop the occasional heavy breath or moan that would make it's way through my lips.

George was teasing at this point, adding another finger before prodding at my prostate, making me squirm beneath him.

He holds his fingers still for a moment, using his own saliva to coat his dick as much as possible.

I rocked my body on his fingers, trying to discreetly fuck myself on them but he was paying too much attention.

"And you call me needy?" He pulls his fingers out and I hold back the whine that threatens to come out.

He lifts me up slightly, putting one of the sofa cushions under my lower back and pulling me closer to him.

He circles his tip around my rim with one hand as the other grips at the skin on my inner thigh.

He pushes the head in, his other hand grabbing my other thigh as he slowly sinks deeper inside me.

He moves a hand on my lower stomach and adding pressure before slowly moving.

The feeling was bliss although I will say part of me still hasn't registered that I'm being topped by George.

This would've been the last thing I'd expected him to choose when he won our bet.

Another thing I'd noticed? He's a lot gentler and painfully slow, pulling almost all of him out before slamming back into me and repeating.

It was enough to make my legs shake.

"Please- faster"

He stops instead, sucking marks into my chest before reaching my neck.

"I need more"

He places small kisses on my neck before reaching up to my ear.

"You feel so good" He says, breath slightly hitched and my dick twitches against both our stomachs.

"Let me hear your begs pretty boy" He kisses my cheek before meeting my eyes.

I had never felt so speechless before.

"Please just fuck me, be rough with me - I-I need it"

And that's all it took for George to start moving again.

His thrusts were consistent and I was surprised he had the stamina to be a top, but here he was proving me wrong.

"Fuck- George I'm so close"

George came inside of me but kept going, using a free hand to touch my dick that was neglected between us.

"You're doing so good baby"

For that sentence alone I came, feeling George pull out before disappearing, presumably for tissues.

The knot in my stomach stays even after I catch my breath, watching George clean the both of us up and helping me back into my clothes.

I guess if no one was watching I could let George baby me for a while.

I lay between his legs, my head on his stomach as he played with my hair, we ended up watching cartoons considering we weren't in the mood for much else.

I couldn't get the thought of George's praise out of my mind, it's not something he usually does but he could do it during sex?

I figured it was a question to ask him myself.

"George?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you never usually praise me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like you don't usually compliment me but you did today" I ask, my eyes finally meeting his.

"Dream if I complimented you all of the time you'd have a boner 24/7" He smiles.

"I would not"

"Yes you would"

"Are you implying I have a praise kink?"

The simple answer to that is yes. Yes I do have a praise kink but we don't need to elaborate on it, I mean can you blame me?

"Yes, you have one hell of a praise kink"

I give him no response as I bury my head back into the scent of his clothes, the fingers on my head gently massaging through the locks.

I could feel sleep starting to take over me but I didn't want to, I wanted to be fully aware of George right now.

This was the most loving we've been, or even the closest I'm not sure.

Maybe it was the fact that I'm used to cuddling him or topping him. Maybe it was because I'm usually the Dom in the relationship.

But being the one in George's arms for once, feeling protected by someone else, it felt good.

"I love you" I mumble into his shirt, feeling a soft kiss on the top of my head.

The sound of the tv got quieter as my eyes became heavier.

The last thing I remember was George's hands in my hair and a blanket pulled over me.

The faint sound of chatter before I fully dozed off.