George said, his voiced hitched, trapped in his throat. eyes locked. breathing heavy. lips parted. gentle hands grabbed George's face pulling him in. Not to close. Dream thought. I don't want to scare him, But just a little closer. The brunettes freckles more visible now in the dim light. Heat filled the room, the air thick with tension and lust, the craving george had for the others hands to touch wherever he so pleased, and Dreams craving to prove he doesn't break everything he touches. "I promise I won't hurt you."
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