Lustful Love (a DNF smut and fluff oneshot book)

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Art Creds: me 🕺

Started: Jan. 26th
Finished: Feb. 3rd

Contains: marking/hickeys/love bites, pet names, frottaging

Words: 2078

😨 rahhhhh if you see this stfu (aimed)

guys gimme some slack here i'm kinda rusty

 
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   It started like all the other times.

   One minute they're bantering, and the next, they're shoving their tongues down each others throats. At this point it wasn't anything new.

   George had himself placed on Dream's lap as they sat against the headrest of their shared bed. His thighs hugged the dirty-blondes hips beautifully. It was comfortable. Safe. Perfect. So so perfect. There wasn't really any other position.

   Dream couldn't help but hold his hips in his palms. His body fit so perfectly with his. He wanted to hold him all the time— and he does, when he can. Whether it's in public, or in the confines of their own home. There's never a moment where George isn't incapsulated in his grip.

   George never complains, so it seems to be alright.

   The moment is silent. The movie that they had on in the background had ended already, and neither parties wanted to pull away to put something different on. It was comfortable. The only audible noises were George's incessant whining— god he was vocal. Dream was absolutely insane about it. He sounded so fucking beautiful, and Dream wanted to milk it.

   So he did.

   What was one thing he discovered that same exact night? George went ballistic when there were hands on his bare body.

   Dream's touched his waist and stomach a few times. It was, of course, during an intimate moment. He remembers it beautifully.

  George was straddling him like always, and Dream let himself wander. Hands found themself under his shirt, and George's reaction was immediate. He gripped Dream's wrist aggressively. Dream cowered, but it only made everything so much better. George had pulled his hand back to its spot— hiked it up higher. Dream swore his heart exploded right then and there.

   And his hand moved further. Over his shoulders, traced his spine, pinched the skin on his hips. Then it moved back and down, to skid across the soft skin of his stomach. Dream groaned at the feeling of the goosebumps under his fingertips. And George? George practically melted in his hands. His breath became sparse and he moaned with every press and push. If Dream was honest, it boosted his confidence more and more.

   So that's what Dream did. Slid his palms across the pretty porcelain skin, earning himself a moan from the latter. It rang in his ears beautifully. Dream doesn't think he could ever get enough of it. He made George feel good, and George couldn't help but show that. George wanted— needed— him to know that he felt nothing but pleasure. It was enthralling.

   He falters a bit, unconsciously focusing more on the touching rather than kissing back. His jaw goes a little still and his tongue halts. George nibbles on his bottom lip to bring him back. Dream groans a little, breath shallowing at the bite. That was definitely something that got him going. Biting. His heart fluttered every time he could feel George's teeth sinking into any part of him.

   "I just want to taste you in every way I can."

   His crotch twitches at the memory.

   George seems to feel it, circling his hips against him teasingly. Dream glides his hand down his stomach again as if to bite back. George quickly stills, soft noises bubbling out of his throat.