Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Suit and Tie

Summary:

Dream knows it's wrong, but as soon as he lays eyes on his new employee, George, he can't help but want him.

Luckily, he's not alone— George thinks Dream looks good in a suit, but he just wants to see that white dress shirt on the floor.

AKA: Dream and George have sex in an office, pretty much it

"You think I only got hired for my looks?" George questioned, simultaneously insulted and flattered.

"You are very good-looking, you must know that. But I'm sure you're also very uh, experienced."

"Quite," George smirked.

"This is a good opportunity for some more experience," Dream said, voice gravelly.

"I would never pass up such an opportunity, especially with an excellent employer, such as yourself," George teased.

Dream is technically married and cheats with his employee, so basically MoralsNotFound btw brief mentions of blood

"Ah, fuck," the groan spilled out from deep in his throat as the steam swirled in the air.

The stream sprinkled steadily, pouring over the contours of his tan skin.

Beads pooled on the expanse of his back, falling in streams over the contours and divots.

Water shined with iridescence in the fluorescent light of his marbled bathroom.

He turned the shower dial even further into the red, boiling the water hotter.

The heat ran over his body, seeping down into the hydroxyapatite of his bones.

He worked the bar soap in his hand over his body, foaming into a lather.

The suds smelled of sage and cedarwood as the scent travelled upwards with the steam.

Bubbles clung to his tan skin, swirling with a rainbow sheen in the warm sunrise.

He ran his hand over the light brown hair of his eyebrows, hands disturbing strands of coarse hair.

He tilted his head forward to let the shower fall over his hair, water tickling his scalp.

The water clung to dirty blond strands until the surface tension broke into beads that dripped down.

He turned around, letting the water hit the nape of his neck, where his dirty blond hair curled against its contours.

The water fell over his cheeks, twinkling on the diamond studs in his pierced ears.

He wiped the wetness from his face, fingers forcing the water to drip down.

With a crrr, he sprayed shaving cream into the indentations of his palm.

Using the callused tips of his fingers, he spread the white cream on his face.

He coated from his cheekbones, down to his cheeks, onto his jaw and his neck.

He titled his head back, feeling the water running over his scalp as he pulled his razor over his neck.

The blades hugged his skin as he brought it up from his neck to his jawline.

"Shit."

Blood pooled to the surface, welling at the break in the skin that the razor cut open.

The water mixed with the blood, pouring down like rosé from the cut on his jaw.

He wiped the flowing blood with his finger, admiring the carmine red.