Hunter or hunted?

"Play some tag with us, Dream!" The raven exclaimed on him, George snickering before following up on the demand. "We're bored," he hummed, snorting when Dream didn't respond and just looked at him, dumbfounded. "Please?" the brunette continued, stretching the word into a near- whine and taking in the sight of the usually taller man now smaller than the two of them. Fingers flexed by Dream's sides as he tried to slowly pull his head out of the strange headspace he was in, glancing to the side under his mask while he was seemingly unbothered by his demonic friends. The blonde refused to seem weak now, even less embarrassed.

Dream has lived with George and Sapnap for quite some time, relatively peacefully considering their demonic heritages. The three had been like three peas in a pod, and there had never been anything more than friendship between them before a certain night whereas Dream finds himself falling, very, very hard for the pair, and things only go downhill from there.