sink in you (dreamnotfound)

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Safe to say, George has definitely been thinking about it.

It's only been a day. He's kissed Dream more times than he can remember. Dream is currently kissing him, actually.

Overthinking, in the middle of making out with Dream. It doesn't feel magical like it used to. Maybe it would feel better if he just let Dream do it.

They're kissing right now and George's honestly used to it. Dream is currently kissing George and George is kissing back, even if he's sort of bored. Maybe he just needs his space for once.

It always makes him a little nervous when he and Dream kiss like this. It's the type of kiss that you'd cry if your parents walked in on; the kind that feels like fireworks and melting tension and love. Their door is locked, Dream is shirtless, and his hands are coming up on the hem of George's own shirt.

The door is locked. Sapnap tried to come in but Dream said they were "busy", and George knows he's going to have uncomfortable sexual jokes made about him and Dream when he inevitably goes to get a drink or snack. He never has the heart to tell his friends he doesn't like the jokes about him and Dream hooking up.

It's not like they've never experienced any sort of intimacy together, albeit non-sexual. They showed together and George is 95% sure that Dream admires him in his purest form—natural, with his body not covered by a long shirt and some plaid boxers. They've made out many times, and they are right now.

George is in Dream's lap, thighs wrapped around the latter's waist as a form of security. Dream's hands are slightly pushing their limit on how low they can go and George's bound to quietly tell him to move them soon—they're getting a little too close.

He bets Dream's expecting them to do it. He bets Dream will be disappointed when they stop, when George pushes him away and explains (through mumbling) how he doesn't want to do that together yet, and Dream will pretend he's not hurt.

It's bullshit, and Dream will definitely not care that George doesn't want to have sex. Dream's never cared that George is the last person he'll get ass from.

And it's not like George never considered it. He does think it could be nice and loving and fun. His biggest concern is probably Dream's history of fucking anything that breathes—he could have diseases, or be too rough, or be disappointed with the experience. The last thing George wants to do is be more of a disappointment than he already feels like he is.

When they were leaving the ice rink, Dream slightly brought up the whole "you're asexual and I don't want you to be uncomfortable" chat, which is always an awkward one for them—he's basically saying "hi, I know you're a little sex-repulsed, but I'm down for whatever", and that sort of makes George feel bad.

Dream's never been with someone like George, someone that won't do anything he says. George won't do everything Dream wants—he won't have sex or get drunk or do drugs. He'll make out and drink a glass of wine and nothing else.

George doesn't do drugs. He hit Dream's vape four years ago, and that's the extent of his drugs career.

Dream had a beer earlier. George didn't like it one bit, so Dream felt guilty and poured it out. And then George said he doesn't want to have to send Dream back to rehab and now they're making out in bed.

It's cozy. The lights are off, and George's now laid back on their bed. Dream kneels above him with a soft smirk on his face and George honestly can't tell if he's attracted or repulsed.

"You're so beautiful," Dream whispers, soft as he kisses George again. "I'm lucky, angel."

"Stop that," George objects. "You're cheesy."