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They're kissing and George wants. He wants so much but knows that this is as far as he can push it. And Dream must know, he has to know. Dream reads him like an open book, his emotions are for him to see, to taste, to hold, coursing electricity under his skin. Caused by the magic that is loving George and being loved in return.
The lovers of George's magical family line are blessed with powers that act to aid.
And Dream, after things settled into place and George found himself in his arms, eyes wide open to the colours of the world, began to be able to sense his emotions (and others, but primarily George's).
Which, logically makes sense. George sucks at expressing himself.
So Dream knows. Dream knows about how he wants, but how he pulls back, never allowing them to reach further than a make-out session. And George knows he knows. But he tries to forget himself for the moment.
Because George loves kissing Dream. He’s placed on Dream’s lap, held like a treasure, seeking eachother’s warmth in Dream’s bed. Their lips move in tandem, George's tongue down Dream's throat, exploring his teeth for the sake of knowing how he feels, how he tastes, because he can. It fills him with a soft sort of pleasure that courses through his veins like warm ocean waves. But when Dream's hands wander south, George radiates panic and Dream is quick to pull away.
"Sorry" Dream whispers into George's mouth.
"Ughhghhh no- I. Fuck." George buries his head in Dream's neck, groaning, resigned. "Fuck. I've fucked up."
"What? George, hey- hey we don't have to go further y'know. I don't want to push you- if, if you're not comfortable then nothing needs to happen."
George shifts upright, leaning back, huffing into the air between them "No! This is so cringe Dream, it's not that. You know it's not that. I know you can like, feel it, or whatever."
"I mean, ok, you're right. I know- I know you want. I can, like, feel how into this you are. But something is freaking you out and even though I don't really know what- or like, why- it doesn't matter."
Dream reaches up to George sitting on his lap and runs a comforting hand down the part of the arm he can reach, ending with holding his hand. George squeezes it briefly, then scrambles to the side, shaking his head.
"No it does matter because it's like- literally my fault. I've- I need to tell you something." He groans and pulls at his hair, casting his eyes aside before holding his own hands tightly.
"Dream, I- I've lied to you."
Dream sits up, mouth open but George cuts him off.
"-it’s not like I meant to or directly said anything it's just- fuck. Fuck!! It wasn't relevant at first!! We were online friends and then also co-workers and I never thought I'd get to actually meet you much less, This-" he gestures between them, breathless "and it's not like I go around telling people on the day to day! It's practically irrelevant, only my family and like, one past partner knows, but then we were blowing up so much faster than I expected and then right when I thought 'Hey! Now would be a good time to tell Dream! I'd rather he'd find out from me than let it get leaked!' I was already practically head over heels and it was too late because I'm a goddamn coward. Fuck."
He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking slightly as Dream, wide eyed, pushes himself closer and gently grabs his arm.
"Hey! Hey- what?? What are you talking about?"
George places a hand on top of Dream's and takes a big breath and looks at him, eyes watering.
"Just- please. Can you- can you promise to not be too mad? Or like, sad? Because, my body, it... it's not what you've imagined it to be."
Dream reels in shock, confused.
"George what? What do you mean? You know I'd be like, the last person to body shame, I was even, like, worried about how you'd find me attractive what with my loose skin and stuff how could I-"
George places a hand on dreams chest, cutting him off "-No, no. It's not like that, I- fuck …just promise me?"
George's eyes meet Dream's for a beat, pleading.
Dream shakes his head, confused, before relenting.
"... I promise George."
George sits back, steeling himself, then looks to the side.
"I think it's better if I just show you."
Dream nods, in the corner of his vision, and George's shaking hands reach for the edge of his sweater. The "George in Florida" sweater, hot off the press.
He pulls it upwards, eyes squeezed shut. As the cloth passes his head he has the thought to just stay there forever, never knowing Dream's reaction. Maybe he can hide here.
But then Dream gasps and George robotically, habitually, pulls it all the way off and throws it across the room like ripping off a bandaid. His eyes remain shut, squeezed tightly and his hands fall into fists on his lap, knuckles white.
"George..." Dream whispers, George can't read his tone. What he would give to sense whatever is going on is Dream's heart that moment, in the same way he knows Dream feels the dread and anxiety in his.
"I'm sorry" George whispers, barely audible against the sound of the air con humming.
"No, I- I should be the one apologizing George what- is this? Are you-?"
"....I'm. Yeah. I'm trans."
Dreams hands land gently on his chest, shocking George's eyes open, Dream's eyes are gentle but sad, his fingers tracing the scarring on George's chest, a faded soft pink underlining his pecs.
George looks up into Dream's widened eyes, braced for the worst but hoping for the best.
"this- this is a lot George- I can't lie but. But you gotta know, I'd never, would never judge you or not accept you or think you were any less- why? How? How did you manage this? Alone? With the whole internet breathing down your neck- fUCK I SAID ID MARRY YOU IF YOU WERE A WOMAN oh my god. " he falls back onto his pillow hands flying to his face, yelling under his breath.
George can't help but barely stifle a laugh before crawling over on his hands, a relieved but nervous smile upon his face.
"Yeah, I mean- I can't say that one didn't sting a bit. Kinda. Yeah. That sort of played a part but like??? Again?? At first you were an online friend, it didn't matter, we were business partners… and then... it got complicated. Ughhhhh."
Dream peaks out from behind his hands as George takes a breath "it's not- it wasn't your fault. How could you have known? I’ve- I've fooled literally everyone. Or like, I pass. Even when they say I'm like, pretty or feminine it's always in the context of me like, being a dude. From birth. Assigned. But I can't say that- there was this, like, really big fear I had at first, that I'd. I'd tell you. And you'd, back then, decide you liked me, “liked guys”, but only because I have a… a fucking pussy. Or whatever."
Dream shoots up, nearly knocking his head with George's, instinctively reaching out to hold him steady as George reels back.
"I'd never!!! You know I'd- well. I wouldn't. I hope I wouldn't. But… fuck, you were like, my Gay Awakening or whatever I-"
"I know, I know you Dream, you now, would never, but you then, you- you wouldn't... mean to. And I allowed you to feel that, to explore that with me, it's not like I wasn't aware- I have eyes, ears, we talked! I didn't want to mess with that. And now you know- you explored what you like, at least conceptually, and you've 'kissed a variety of men' and, you wanted me without, without knowing otherwise-"
"Of course! I would want you- love you no matter what you look like, or what's in your pants- or how you got here."
He leans further forward, brow furrowed and eyes wet. He takes a breath.
"But... you must have been lonely."
George simply looks at him, allowing himself to be held, contemplating.
"... it was. But it was worth waiting for you. And well. It's fair now. This was “The Big Secret” I said I'd tell you when I got to see your face."
"I'm sorry, still. I- I see why you held back, it must have been scary. But I- we're here now. I love you."
George lets out a relieved sigh and sinks into Dream’s chest. Enveloped by warmth he feared he'd lose, a hand running up and down his bared skin, firm but gentle and cautious in the way only a new lover exploring uncharted territory can. They pause for a brief moment in time, allowing everything that was exposed to sink in.
"This. Does this change anything?" George can't help but ask, fears still lingering.
Dream, entranced by his access to soft skin, startles when he realizes what's being asked.
"Of course not!! It's not like I'm ready to label my sexuality, kinda don't think I'll ever be, like, out of spite. But gender never really plays much of a factor into my attraction. Tho... fuck. I did do all that research for nothing. Goddammit. "
".... research?? Wait. Dream, did you study?!?!" George leans back to laugh, delighted. "Did you take notes?? Oh I bet you have a booklet or an Excel spreadsheet like you do when you try-hard anything else~"
"For one- how dare you. Also yes. I wanted to make sure I knew how to make you feel good!! You know how I try-hard things, it's not weird!!! Ok, well, maybe it is a little but- shut up!!! Plus it just goes to show how Not Straight I am for taking notes on gay porn."
Dream blushes furiously while George rolls on his side cackling. With a face full of Dream's bed barely muffling his laughter, the realization that the world isn't ending as he feared it would, hits George like a tidal wave of relief and joy.
Dream knows. George knows he knows and Dream knows George knows he knows. Large hands reach for George's waist, pulling him up and close as his laughter dies out, tears in his eyes. Dream is so big and strong, a solid weight holding him up and George... George doesn't need to hold back anymore. There are no more secrets to hide.
"Ok well now you need to take off your shirt too so we're even and maybe if you're good... I'll give you a tutorial~"
Dream's sharp inhale is loud against George's ear and Dream momentarily squeezes him closer against his chest before releasing.
"Are you sure? Like, sure- sure??"
"Dream, the only thing holding me back from climbing you like a tree was my own dumb anxiety that'd you'd hate me."
"I could never, George. I think it's literally impossible. You could decide to shit on my bed and steal all my money and I'd still be head over heels for you."
"Yeah, you're a simp. I don't know why I was so scared. But I get- yeah. I get this shifts things. I'll tell you everything later, I promise… but for now…"
George toys with the edge of Dream's shirt and wiggles his eyebrows meaningfully with a wide smirk upon his face. Dream scoffs good naturedly and complies.
"Ok... ok. I'm stripping now- holy fuck is it like? Different?? It's gotta be, you're like, you must take testosterone you're so- you're much hairier than I thought you'd be even when I imagined you before, do you-? Is there-?"
Dream shifts to take off his shirt, rambling in his eagerness, eyes darkening as he takes in George's bare chest, dusted with soft dark hair around his nipples, trailing up his chest and covering his lower belly. As Dream pulls the cloth above his flushed face, too entranced by what's before his eyes, it gets caught on his head and George leans forward to assist while giggling.
"You idiot~. Yeah it's kinda different? And thank you for noticing I worked hard to grow this hair!! I've been on testosterone since I was 16 so yeah, there's some changes. Knowledge from both sides can be applicable, your research and experience isn't for nothing~"
Dreams head is freed by nimble fingers, which then trace down his chest, dusted in tawny brown hair, caressing unabashedly the firm pecs and soft stomach, encased in loose skin, hard earned. Lips meet once again with palpable relief and enamourment, quickly becoming slick and heated.
Dream is pliant, recognizing the emotional weight of what was just revealed, and the vulnerability of what is being granted to him. His hands run up George's sides lightly, worshipful, thumb tracing the scar lines. He lets George take.
And George takes, fully sat in Dreams lap, licking into his mouth like a man starved. He runs his hands through Dreams' curls, first gentle, then tugging, pulling a whine from deep within Dreams throat, muffled immediately by George's lips. His teeth tug with insistence on Dreams lips, painting them red as he radiates want.
And Dream knows. Dream knows he wants, and he knows George knows he knows. Dream wants in return.
There's no panic leaking from George's form when Dream cautiously lowers his hands. He traces the waistband of George's shorts, then his boxers just under the layer of fabric.
George moans, low in his throat and encourages Dream, pressing his hips back into the hands covering his back, that then slip to hold, then squeeze the soft slope of his ass under his shorts. Dream groans into George's mouth, the sound of a man who's touched heaven and plans to keep it within his grasp forever.
"Fuck, George, your ass- it's insane"
"So I've heard, idiot. But guess what, if you do well today, really well, I just mighttt.... bequeath you with full access."
George smirks, grinding into Dreams hands, already aching for them to slip under his final layer, but maintaining a facade of confidence, authority. The effect of this facade, however, is up for debate as George already looks wrecked. His hair is tousled and his cheeks are flushed, lips stained red and shiny.
Under his boxers he's wet and hard, and with a second rock of his hips, now undistracted by his tongue down Dream's throat, he finds, unsurprisingly, Dream is right there with him, long and hard and poking through the cleft of George's legs, confined barely by his sweats.
Dream is undone, his curls in disarray and his chest flushed red, reaching up his face and ears.
"Like, like full as in what? Free use?"
"Maybe~ We'll have to see how good you are. You're going into this blind, aren't you? I'll teach you, don't worry~"
George leans back on Dreams legs and raises his eyebrow, movements lazy in their confidence.
"Well? Undress me, idiot ."
And Dream, while desperate, is laughing under his breath as he reaches forwards to humour George and pull his shorts, and then his boxers free, exposing his cunt to the cool air, his body fully laid bare for Dream to see.
There's a brief hint of insecurity that flashes through George's body, but it's quickly vanquished by the worshipful gaze laid upon him by his lover.
Dream is reverent, awestruck, his hands nervous but unable to resist the magnetizing force of George's thighs. He gazes upon the smooth expanse of his legs, dusted with dark hair that leads up to his groin, thickening to cover a treasure. As George's legs swing wider, there's a faint hint of pink poking thru.
"So let's start from scratch!! Pleasuring Your George 101!" George begins cheerily, emboldened by Dreams' worshipful gaze.
"First: My chest- it's healed super well but I don't like, have a lot of feeling in certain areas so nipple play is definitely off the table for me- maybe not for you though~"
George reaches to lightly pinch Dream's nipple, causing him to grunt in surprise, that tapers off into a moan, eyes darkening as delicate fingers rub the bud softly back and forth.
With a shuddering breath, Dream removes George's hand, lacing their fingers together before moving his other hand up his plush thigh to rest just below where his two legs join, barely a whisper away from where he wants to be.
"And here?"
George has to stifle a sigh, his core aching to be touched, a hot fire within his groin flaring up more with each movement.
"T-there. Yeah. I like, I have a little... we call it a t-dick. It's an enlarged clit, but I can get hard- I am hard- fuck."
Dream breaks from his tunnel vision to look up, meeting George's gaze.
"You're- hard?"
"....yeah, let me... show you?"
George pulls himself forward, using Dreams hand entwined in his own before reaching with his free hand to part the hair and soft folds of skin covering his nether region, exposing a small, but clearly hard and throbbing dick, wet with slick.
"...all shaft, no balls."
George lets out a snort at his own joke as Dream's laughter rings out, his hand squeezing high on George's thigh.
"And what a tiny shaft it is~"
Dream leans forward to kiss George in delight but before it can be elongated George pushes back, indignant.
"Hey!! I worked hard to grow this bad boy! All 1.5 inches."
"George!! Whaattt, you mean- oh my god."
"I'm actually the goat at growing dicks, you'd be ass at it if you weren't lucky enough to be born with one!!"
Dreams chest vibrates with laughter, his head dropped down to George's shoulder as George grins up at the ceiling.
Dream's hand, still sitting on George's thigh, shifts and suddenly grazes the exposed clit, causing George to lurch forward into the feeling, gasping in surprise. Before Dream can react, George turns Dream's hand to fully caress, sending flashes of pleasure through his body. Dream's fingers, coated with slick, slip between folds, the tips reaching just at the entrance.
Dream melts into it, turning his head to mouth at George's neck, kissing devolving into sucking and biting, leaving marks. George is a mess, rutting blindly into Dreams hand, his dick slipping, fucking between fingers.
After a few moments of ensuring his handiwork would be visible in the coming days, Dream detaches himself from George's neck and pushes George back and down, who goes boneless into the soft blankets covering the bed.
"Fuck- Dream !!"
George pants out into the air, eyes blown dark with pleasure.
"Let me see you, come on~"
Dream lifts George's legs, shifting them both forward to settle between them.
"Hello~"
His voice is reverent, whispering directly into George's cunt, head between the brunette's legs. Dreams hand moves gently between the folds, allowing George to fuck his clit between his fingers with rolling hips as he looks on in awe.
"Can I... can I taste you George?"
"Mmmghghf y-yes yes please Dream, please!!"
George is unravelling before his eyes and it's the most beautiful thing Dreams ever seen. He dips down, moving his hand up to caress over George's hip bone, left hand reaching to once again grasp at the brunette's. At once, George feels it, his tongue reaching to tentatively lick at his dick, then moving in to suck, sending waves of warmth and pleasure up his spine, sending the fire in his core from a flame to a wildfire.
Despite George's original commanding attitude, he can't help but melt into a flurry of moans and curses, his clarity blurred by pleasure, pulling him into submission. His hips rock up to meet Dreams mouth as he begins to devour like a man starved.
Dream sucks at his head but then moves down between folds, tonguing at his entrance and pulling George's thighs apart like if he could just spread them wide enough, he could reach deeper and lose himself inside. The constant alternating stimulation as Dream both sucks and eats him wherever his heart desires leaves George a begging, whining mess.
He could come like this. He's going to come like this. And Dream knows, he feels George's pleasure coursing through his body and chases it like a bloodhound, wringing it out with the single mindedness he’s known for in every aspect of his life, hitting every weak spot with efficiency.
George finds himself babbling, free hand tugging at Dreams curls, in an attempt to aid him in burying himself within.
“Oh FUCK!! Fuck- I'm going to come please please please Dream please oh fuck- ”
Dream continues his conquest with vigour, bringing his free hand to graze against George's cunt before pushing inside and quirking upwards, fucking in with quick smooth motions as he sucks hard on the head of his clit.
In a blinding wave of pleasure from the feeling of being breached and filled, if even by a single finger, Dream's finger, Dream's mouth, his tongue, George is undone.
The high lasts longer than any he ever had, Dream milking him through as George's legs shudder then tense tightly around Dreams head, with a loud moan, nearing on shriek taking on the form of a garbled name, George's back arches and he loses himself to the hands and mouth of his lover.
George's ears are ringing, and his limbs are loose, as he pants into the air. His fingers are lax in Dream's hand and hair, gravity a comforting blanket.
Blearily he opens his eyes as Dream shifts from between his legs, sitting up and hurriedly shoving his soaked pants down. His hands scramble to touch himself, fingers gripping at his cock and rapidly moving back and forth as a litany of curses and moans tumble from his lips.
George smirks, sleepy and content, as Dream lets go, his orgasm hitting him within seconds and his release landing on George's torso. Marking him for one.
" Fuck oh my god."
Dream moans out, flopping down beside George. George is on the edge of unconsciousness, but he shifts his head to the side to mouth at Dreams cheek, who gets the message and turns his head to meet him with his lips.
".... thank you." George breathes out, eyes barely able to stay open.
"It's.... it's an honour. George. You know. You have to know- how much I love you~"
And George does know. And Dream knows he knows. And George loves him right back. And Dream knows.
It fills him up with warmth and joy that leaks out of him constantly, into the air and onto the bed and out of his hands onto the floor, his cup constantly, forever, runneth over.