⇒ warning: there is smut in this chapter!
ship: dreamwastaken x georgenotfound
alias: dreamnotfound/dnf, georgewastaken, gream, gay
Forks and knives knocked and rung on the plates as Clay and George ate the meal George had prepared for them.
George was hesitant to keep eating, he was lost in thought.
Whenever this were intimate between Clay and him, Clay always took initiative, but George wanted to get a taste for once. What if he likes it, then wouldn't he be more open about himself?
Maybe he should ask Clay, he muttered to himself.
Clay issued a huh, indicating he wanted to hear what George wanted to say.
"Uhh... Clay..." George started, not being able to continue without getting flustered. "I want to be the top for once."
George looked away, trying to escape Clay's judgment, but when he looked back, Clay nodded: "Ok, let's do it."
"Wait, now?" George questioned in surprise.
"Yeah! Both of us finished our dinners by now already. Let's just fuck."
"Uh..." George trailed. "I don't really know how to be the top."
Clay let out a chuckle, approaching George and connecting their lips into a kiss.
They moved their heads in unison as they made out, George trying to take the control and tower over Clay, miserably failing because of his shorter height.
Clay guided his hands to George's crotch, rubbing his palm over the bulge.
George let out a small sigh in response, breaking the kiss for a brief moment before kissing back.
Clay ran his hand inside the fabrics of George's pants and underwear, and as he gripped George's dick, he started pumping it.
George finally broke the kiss, moving his lips to Clay's neck, kissing and sucking for the beautiful marks he'd leave on Clay.
Clay let out a moan, surprising George, but yet, convincing him to go harder on him.
"You're doing good so far, baby." Clay let out in between multiple breaths, reassuring George that he wasn't doing anything wrong.
Clay ushered George away from his neck after a few moments, and ducked down.
He unzipped George's pants and started guiding his mouth to George's tip, slightly sucking it through the underwear fabric.
Even when George wanted to top, Clay was the one who knew what to do, and he couldn't be complaining, because whatever Clay had been doing was amazing yet.
Clay, eager to take it in, slid George's underwear down until it was off of his body, then like he wanted, he put George's dick in his mouth, licking it as he went back and forth into his dick.
George let out a moan that only turned Clay on more, and it was a sign Clay should suck faster.
Clay deattached his mouth, slightly repositioning it to the base, letting the hard dick sit on his face and George stared, knowing George would be very turned on by the image.
Without hesitation, he sucked on George's balls, listening to George's unsolicited groans and huffs, and seeing George's reactions like biting his lip or gliding his tongue across his lips.
George was greedy, but he just didn't know what to do, and Clay knew that.
"Hah... Clay, I think I'm gonna–" George let out, and Clay took note.
