It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

45. The night that changed everything.

Both boys' lips smashed together harshly, their eyes squeezed shut as they moved in sync. Even though the movement was aggressive and overpowering, filled with need, there was something laced behind it too. It was almost as if they've been craving eachother for days, weeks, without even noticing it. It was like tasting candy for the first time, not realizing it would be your favorite until that very moment.

Their minds began to grow fuzzy, and none of them cared about anything that was happening in the world; it was just them and them alone. The feeling of finally getting to do something you've always thought about doing; the idea putting you to bed and lingering when your eyes first open at daylight, was truly indescribable, euphoric even.

Dream's hands traveled down and rested neatly on the brunette's thighs as he worked his way into the latter's mouth. George was completely sitting on Dream now, both his thighs resting on either side of the blonde as his pale fingers got tangled within his sand coloured hair. The sea green eyed boy nipped at the shorter's pink lips, gently biting down on it as a way of asking for permission. But, unsurprisingly, George denied his questioning of access, pushing his lips harder against Dream's as the criminal tightened his grip on the boy's slim figure. "Always being a brat, George," the blonde murmured against the brunette's lips, his eyes slightly opening before shutting once more. The brit grinned deviously, breaking the kiss as he was in great need for oxygen, a trail of saliva connected them.

They panted heavily against eachother's lips, their faces flushed with a blossoming crimson colour while their skin was slightly moist from the intense make out session. George, especially, was extremely flustered, his face scrunching up as he tried avoiding the skull piercing eye contact from those sharp, emerald eyes. "What?" Dream smirked. "Not so confident anymore, now, huh?" He teased, only causing the brunette's cheeks to deepen in colour. "Do that again," the mocha coloured eyed boy said softly, afraid that if he'd spoken louder that Dream would push him away, but it was quite the exact opposite because without missing a single beat, the blonde crashed their lips together once more, this time, forcing his way into George's mouth.

The brunette let out a stifled moan as his and Dream's tongue collided, trailing along the rim of his teeth. Somewhere along the lines, Dream managed to hoist George up, placing the boy beneath him so delicately as if he were the most fragile piece of art to ever exist. The blonde placed one of his palms at the side of George's head, breaking the kiss once more. Their eyes were once filled with passion and something else neither of them could quite place, but now they were filled with lust; want.

"This still okay?" Dream murmured against pale skin, trailing down the boy's neck with sloppy, wet kisses. All George could do was hum in response, biting down on his lip as he tried to conceal his noises of desperation. Dream's hand glided up alongside the brunette's waist, caressing them as his hands traveled lower and lower with each passing second. "Tell me if you wanna stop," the sea green eyed boy murmured, now leaving a constellation of hickeys on the shorter's stomach and chest. Anywhere he had access to, really. George gripped the blonde's hair whilst the latter peered up at him with big pupils and flushed cheeks; the sight alone made George's lips part with hunger. "Can I?" The blonde asked carefully, still kissing the smaller's lower abdomen without breaking the eye contact.

"Yes," George breathed out, watching as a smile slowly spread across the tanned, freckled boy's face. With one last passionate kiss, Dream fixed his posture, slowly sliding down the brunette's pants. "Now, would you look at that," the green eyed boy teased with a confident grin, tapping the tip of the hunter's hardened cock, feeling the wetness of the precum. George inhaled sharply; Dream's nail lightly brushing against his slit; the pleasure was nothing like he'd ever felt before, and it was amazing. He wanted more.