something stupid || dnf royalty AU ||

part two || chapter fourteen

C.W. — Smut

Dinner had been finished. And all through the castle was dark and quiet.

Well, almost all of the castle.

George and Dream stood in George's room like they had so many other nights. Dream had scaled the castle wall and hopped over the railing to be with his Prince.

George nearly squirmed in anticipation. He was about to be deflowered.

"We should have a safe word."

That was something George couldn't remember Karl talking about. He didn't have to ask. "It's an agreement. We'll pick a word, and if at anytime either of us get uncomfortable, or scared, you can say it. And everything stops. No questions asked." George nodded. "Any suggestions?" Dream asked

"It can be any word?" George asked
"Well, nothing you might say naturally, nothing like 'more' or 'harder' or 'faster'-"
"I got it!" George interrupted abruptly, blushing furiously. He thought for a moment. "R-regicide."

"Oh god." Dream laughed a bit at the irony "sounds perfect. Regicide it is." Dream lead George to the bed. He guided George over to the bed and gently sat him down. "Can I kiss you?"

"please." George answered and let his eyes shut comfortably.

He leaned down and playfully kissed his neck and face all over. "You're so precious. My precious Prince." He mumbled in between kisses.

"Your Prince?" George asked almost hesitantly.

"My Prince." He confirmed biting gently on George's shoulder.

"And-" George swallowed nervously "and you're- you're mine?" He asked.

"indefinitely." He whispered huskily right on George's ear.

George took Dream's hand and pulled him on the bed. He pushed Dream into the lush pillows and straddled his hips. He could tell it surprised Dream. He looked Dream in his eyes and smiled prettily and intertwined their fingers.

He moved his hips rhythmically. Back and forth. Slowly. Dream almost choked on his own spit and watched astonished.

"What?" George asked with breathless mirth, "you're mine right?"

Dream threw his head back into the pillows and groaned Dream wasn't going to deny George this. If anything, he only looked to encourage it shamelessly. "Fuck~ I'm yours, all yours."

George watched with interest as Dream's chest rose and fell in a rhythmic manner. He could feel him harden underneath him. He saw Dream's half lidded eyes glaze over with lust as he looked up to his Prince. George witnesses him slowly unravel right under him.

"I'm your prince. Will you serve me? Make me feel good?" It was rhetorical. He knew inside and out Dream would serve him like a soldier would his king. But he couldn't help but tease him.

Dream's voice was low and almost dangerous. "I'll do all you want and more baby." George bit his lip to contain his excited smile as he took Dream's hands and placed them on his hips as he ran his own hands over his body sensually putting on a show for Dream. He moved himself a little faster and harder. Dream groaned and thrusted up slightly as he squeezed George's hips "mmh George"

"What do you need Dream?" He teased.

"I need to fuck you-" he answered. George wasn't ready for that answer. A shiver shot through his spine at the thought. He whimpered and his legs shook slightly.

Without warning, Dream put a hand on George's back and switched their positions in the blink of an eye. George's head hit those soft pillows fast and hard.