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"Dream," He breathed, his tone secreting his wantonly demeanor, though still so very recognized, "Bruise me."

"I'll bruise you up, George."

The glint in his eye couldn't be ignored, burning with possession, and lust. George's skin felt like fire, burning up under the hot gaze of the blonde above him. He was eager, both of them were, and nothing but want was racing through their mind.

George let the small bit of his lips be bruised, tilting his head back to reveal the rest of his unmarked skin that Dream was welcome to fix. Everything was open mouthed, and sloppy, hungry for whatever they could get out of each other. He was blemished with violet bruises, pretty on his pale skin. George couldn't describe the feeling, only that it felt so fucking good.

Dream showed no mercy, marking what was his. The sting in his lips felt good, and the way Dream's swollen ones felt along his, was a feeling he'd never want to let go of.

"Fuck, so good." He sighed, "You're so good to me."

He spoke slowly, savoring the sound of his wantonly manner. Dream admires his need, letting it linger a bit before sighing contently as he replays those same words over, and over, until he couldn't get enough, and he knew he never will. He was fucking addicted, and George would be the death of him.

He keeps piercing through George's lips, stinging George in the right way. His perfectly pink lips, pretty, and full, and George offered Dream the chance to ruin them.

He reveled in the thought that he might ruin George forever, that no one would be able to do the same, that the next time he would try to do the same to anyone else, he couldn't, and wont. George wouldn't compare. Dream couldn't compare.

"L-let me touch?" He reached out to grab hold of any part of Dream, but was denied access when his arms were pinned over his head, quite easily I must add.

"No touching." He finally responded, "Only good boys get rewarded."

Good boys are rewarded, his mind rung. You'll be good, won't you? He'd ask, and George would do nothing but whine. All he wanted to be was obedient, compliant to every order. Watch himself unravel under Dream's burning desire.

"Please," He gasped, "'Want to feel you,"

Dream smiled, losing his grip on George's wrists. He let his arms hang loosely, tightening every time George thrusted himself into nothing. Dream watched as George made a mess of himself, desperate for any attention to his leaking cock, grunting frustratingly.

George's face furrowed as he was met with nothing, using what's left of his energy to rub himself on his thighs, whining pathetically.

George's lips were swollen red. He bit his lip, a metallic taste rolling past his lips mixed with the taste of Dream. He tasted sweet, and the bitter taste of himself made him whimper.

He looked fucking beautiful. Perfect. Dream's perfect George. Helpless little George begging to be touched. Poor George, desperate for anything as he uses what's left of his dignity to get himself off, right fucking in front of him.

"Look at you," He growled, "Making a mess of yourself in front of me. You have no shame, do you, George?"

George grunted, in attempt to break out of Dream's grasp, but was enclosed under his heat. Dream had a frustrated look, lusting over George with a furrowed brow, encasing him in whatever dignity Dream had left.

There, a bump near-where George's legs were spread, sticking out of a cloth material. It was stiff, and felt uncomfortably nice against him. He could feel the bump grow closer to his own, each time George would whine. Dream grunted as he met with George's erection, such a delicious whimper from the two.