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Dream's smile was dazzling, his mirth contagious as he bounces on stage with his music playing loudly to the crowd. He sings to his fans and they sing back his lyrics to him, surprising him to this day that they had actually taken the time to memorize the words. His music tour had been going spectacularly well, his concerts fully packed with devoted fans who genuinely enjoyed the music he created while his ever supportive best friends joined him throughout the entire tour, even making special appearances in a few of the events.

Tonight, especially, was extra fun with him streaming his concert which means double - or even triple- the audience. He was running on adrenaline, heart pumping rapidly as his body heats up in response. Song after song, he sings and he jumps, pumping his hands in the air to encourage his fans to do the same. In between each song, he would interact with them and despite barely understanding what they were shouting in response, he laughs and asks again until he gets it.

‘Spotlight’ was playing next, a slightly mellowed song as compared to the rest, a good opportunity to get a breather and calm his heart a little before a more hype one follows it. The lights on stage dims quite a bit, the crowd quieting as he sings the first verses. It goes without a hitch, each line delivered near-perfectly.

At this point, Dream can perform his songs in his sleep twice over thanks to the amount of practice that he had to endure. He needed to be mindful of where he was pointing his finger, however, as fans were quick to notice that they always seemed to point at George's general direction. He can't be outing their well-hidden relationship just like that because so far, they're all none the wiser.

All in all, everything was going smoothly. Pre-chorus, and Dream was desperately trying to keep his eyes away from his beautiful boyfriend, who he was absolutely certain was singing his song back to him from the stands. George loved ‘Spotlight’, although he loved all of Dream's songs just as much. He was so sure of the wide smile that the Brit would be wearing, enjoying the songs he had spent hours making.

The chorus comes and Dream's eyes strays. He cannot not look at the beauty that is George Davidson. Above the stands, on a VIP box with Sapnap and the rest of his friends, was his lovely boyfriend, jumping and singing his lyrics. George was smiling so beautifully, the lights only enhancing the glow of his skin. Sweat caused his unblemished flesh to glisten under the flashing colored lights, his hair losing a bit of it's fluff as a few strands stuck on his forehead. At every jump, Dream's chain - now George's - bounces along, reflecting back the light, and making it difficult to ignore. Dream nearly lost himself and if it weren't for hours upon hours of practice, he would've messed the lyrics up.

George's chocolate eyes shined when he realized that Dream was looking his way, his smile widening into a grin as he jumped up and down, waving his hands frantically. Ah, what a beauty, indeed. Dream's own smile widened as he eases up to the second verse and pre-chorus, now looking back to his fans. He can't have George stealing all his attention.

Said fans were having the time of their lives, wide smiles reflecting Dream's own. There were screams and squeals when Dream waves back to random fans, already certain that he would be seeing clips of it all over twitter. He, too, jumped along with them, joining the hype and laughing to himself at random, crazed screaming from the front. However, when the chorus comes once more, his eyes would always drift back to his muse, the beautiful being that deserved the limelight.

‘Spotlight’ was a fairly short song to begin with and before he knew it, he was singing the bridge, smirking up at George as he sang, “A superstar in my bed.” George always had the same reaction every time, his cheeks would redden comically, a flustered eyeroll following the lewd lyrics, as his grin would transform into a shy but affectionate little smile.

Finishing up the song, Dream couldn't help but point right at George in the last chorus. Surely their fans wouldn't think too much of it. If they did… Well, they'll be grateful for the DNF crumbs they think they're getting. At the attention, George cheekily blows him a flirty kiss to which Dream catches with a closed fist. With that, the song comes to an end.

***

Backstage was just as chaotic as ever, staff running back and forth for the cleanup just as the concert came to a close. He can faintly hear the fans leaving with a happy chatter as the last of his microphone and earpiece was detached from his clothes. He was congratulated left and right for another successful show.

Yung Gravy left his regards with a slap in the back before announcing that he had somewhere to be. Parker did the same slap in the back, pulling the blonde in a short hug, before leaving. Puffy and Sapnap wished him congratulations as well, hugging him with wide smiles, still hyped up from the concert. They, too, bid their farewells, already accustomed to Dream wanting some alone time with his boyfriend after every concert.

He wasn't sure how that became a thing but they had always left Dream and George be after each show. The blonde would generally be too spent, too exhausted to entertain, and his body desperate for a recharge. He beeline to his changing room, slamming the door open and entering with a heavy foot.

“Goodness, you don't have to be so loud.” George admonishes, a hint of amusement behind his words. The Brit was looking so cozy on the couch, drowned in one of Dream's hoodies and blanketed by a thick cover he kept on the couch. George had his phone forgotten in his hands as he focused his attention entirely to his blonde lover.

“Georgeee.” Dream whines, closing the door behind him before walking towards the brunette and plopping on top of him. He ignores the voice of complaints along with the little huff comments of ‘too heavy’ and ‘get off me, you oaf’

“'m so tired, Georgie.” Dream complained, voice muffled as he pushed his face into the warmth of George's stomach, his arms wrapped securely around lithe waist. He nuzzles into the soft fabric, pushing his face until it was nearly squished flat while his arms wrapped tighter around George. Sometimes he wishes he could climb inside of his lover and be surrounded by George's warmth. He'd be safe there, cared for and loved, far from everyone who hates him for no apparent reason. Unfortunately, that thought is entirely impossible so he settles for snuggling into the same warmth.

“You're still sweaty and gross, Dream. At least change out of your hoodie. You're gonna get sick.” The gentleness of George's voice had Dream melting on the spot. The small hand that found itself on his hair didn't help either, gently combing, lost in the fluff of blonde.

“Don't wanna move.” another whine of complaint.

“Just a quick change, Dream. Then we can cuddle for your power nap before we head home. I'm not cuddling with you if you're sweaty and gross.” Dream knows George was serious in his threat of denying him cuddles so begrudgingly, he sits up.

Doing quick work of removing his hoodie and shirt in one go, Dream was left half naked on the couch. George was hovering just as quick, wiping his sweat with a clean towel he had prepared beforehand. The taller was certain that he was wearing a love-sick expression as George wipes the sweat away from his forehead then his neck. The Brit was too focused at the task at hand to notice right away, but when he did, a flush made its way into his cheeks, scoffing in embarrassment and rolling his eyes.

“Stop looking so stupid.” George huffs out with another eyeroll before resuming his work to keep himself occupied.

“Can't help it. You're too pretty.” Dream mumbled, attention now moving to the lip bitten between George's teeth. He reaches forward to free the abused flesh and before he could think about it, he caresses the now reddened lip. The temptation was too strong, the magnetic pull between their lips undeniable.

“You're such a simp.” George whispered, eyes crossing as Dream leans forward slowly for a kiss.

“Yeah.” he whispered back, not even bothering to deny the accusations. By now, George's movements seized, waiting for the kiss he was sure to come. “Can I kiss you?” Dream asked, their lips brushing at every uttered word.

“Who asks permission to kiss their boyfriend?” George asked back jokingly, unconsciously leaning to meet Dream's kiss only for the blonde to deny his right to do so by leaning away, just enough for their lips to remain a distance from each other. “Dream.” George admonishes with a pout. He never liked being denied. What George wants, Dream gives.

The blonde chuckles, leaning back once more when George tries to seal their lips a second time. The Brit scoffs this time, brown orbs glaring up defiantly at mirthful viridians. “Kiss me.” he demands, watching Dream smirk before finally capturing George's lips with his own. He may be a tease, but he is a simp before anything else.

Their lips molded against each other in a familiar dance, Dream leading and George following. It was familiar, almost unconscious with each movement as they let their instincts take over. Dream loves kissing George, loves guiding each tilt of the other's chin for better access, loves the way the smaller would lean his entire body into Dream's warmth like a moth drawn to a flame, and loves the feeling of George physically melting into his arms when warm tongue worms its way into even warmer caverns.

George loves to be kissed my Dream, loves how he was being led into each movement so he was free to blissfully empty his brain, loves how thick arms would snake around his waist to pull him up and on top strong thighs, and loves being devoured by eager lips that seemed to hunger for his own. Dream makes him feel craved, the tiny sounds he's unable to hold back quickly swallowed by the other's awaiting mouth.

“Dream.” he whines his name in between locking lips, grinding down on hardening cock as he does so. He was conveniently straddling Dream's hips, bigger hands squeezing his ass like a stressball.

“Yeah. I know. Just - a bit more.” the blonde responds at intervals, unwilling to let go of the kiss long enough to speak properly. George allows for their makeout session to go on longer, their bodies growing heated as hips grinds for some relief.

But they can't continue. Not inside Dream's thin-walled dressing room where prying ears were surrounding them. With a reluctant push, George managed to pull himself away from Dream, the pair panting as they caught their breath.

“Not here.” George tuts when he felt the gentle pull from the blonde, seeking George's warmth once more.

“Yeah. Sorry. Let's cuddle now?” Dream pants out his request.

George nods his head, getting off the other's lap to hand him a change of clothing as he says, “Shirt first.”

Grumbling under his breath, Dream took the offered fabric, begrudgingly putting it on under George's watchful eyes. He always found clothes restricting especially when he was trying to sleep but his boyfriend had shared his qualms of the staff staring at his naked torso the one time - only time really - that he napped half-naked after his first concert. George had been quite grumpy when Dream woke up from his nap, glaring daggers at anyone entering the dressing room. Since then, the blonde had to be fully clothed before he was allowed his after-concert nap.

Now dressed, the pair settles on the small couch, George sitting and leaning on one arm with his legs stretched out on the length of it while Dream lays mostly on top of the smaller, his face tucked on the crook of George's neck. It was a tight squeeze but they managed. The blonde sighs in contentment as lithe fingers comb through his curls and when George's soft humming sends vibrations between them, Dream easily succumbs to sleep.

George allows the blonde to sleep for an hour while he scrolls through his phone and although some staff come and go in the dressing room to slowly empty Dream's things, they kept their noises to a minimum in respect to the sleeping blonde. That and because George's threatening glare can be quite intimidating. The taller sleeps through peacefully, barely moving and if it wasn't for his breath tickling the skin of George's neck at every exhale, the Brit would think he had stopped breathing altogether.

Eventually, George reluctantly had to wake Dream up after one staff member informed him that they were just about done cleaning up. The Brit smiled and thanked her with a nod of his head before glancing down at his slumbering boyfriend. He kissed the mop of blonde, whispering his urge for the other to wake up. Dream grumbles his complaints, sinking further into George's arms as he kicks his legs in protest. The childish action caused the Brit to laugh, teasing the taller by calling him a man-child.

“Is that how you treat your boyfriend?” Dream grumbled with a frown, head finally coming out of hiding. The ends of his lips curled slightly in an attempt to stop a smile.

“Well I tried kissing you awake and it didn't work. Now I know what does. I just have to insult you.” George teased.

The blonde huffs and rolls his eyes as he grumbles, “You just kissed the wrong place.”

“Uh huh... And where exactly is the right place to kiss to wake you up?” George taunts with an amused expression. Dream juts his lips as answer, causing a burst of laughter from the smaller.

“Georgee…” Dream whines out, lips still jutted in a wordless request for a kiss. George was still giggling as he leaned up to connect their lips, finally appeasing the blonde. He breaks it just as quickly, not really wanting to push any further. The door was left unlocked after all.

“There. Happy?” he asked, rolling his eyes upon seeing the grin that the other now had on.

“Very much so. Let's go home now. I want my reward.” At Dream's proclamation, he eagerly gets off the Brit, even having the audacity to rush him. George could only roll his eyes brattily as he, too, pushes himself off the couch. Dream was already by the door, keys in hand as he offered his other hand for the Brit to take.

***

“Oh fuck.” Dream cursed under his breath, chest rising and falling rapidly as he pants into the air. “That's it, baby.”

George was on his knees in the shower, Dream's cock lodge so deep in his throat. He chokes around the girth, the contraction causing a loud moan from the blonde as viridian eyes looks down to meet glassy browns.

“Shit. You look so fucking good like this… so pretty.” Dream rambles as he wiped a fallen tear. George reaches for large hands and guiding them to his wet hair, not breaking eye contact as he does so. Silently, he begs the other as he seized his movements, handing all reins to the taller.

Again, Dream cussed under his breath, swallowing thickly before asking, “Are you sure, darling?” George nodded as much as he could in that position, leaning unconsciously to the hand that caressed his cheeks affectionately. “I'm going to use your pretty mouth, baby. Pinch me if it's too much.”

At the warning, George whines, relaxing as he awaits to be used. Dream pulled his cock out slowly and just as slowly thrusts back in, watching himself disappear into warm caverns. He moans at the sight and at the feeling of his cock enveloped by the tight heat of George's throat. The smaller gags slightly around him as the blonde pauses to savor the feeling.

It was difficult to breathe but the feeling only caused George's neglected cock to twitch and leak precum. He was lightheaded by the time Dream pulled himself back out again with a hushed curse, panting as he stared down at his breathless lover. George wasn't allowed much reprieve though, as the blonde began thrusting, picking up speed in no time.

Dream uses his mouth like a toy, a glorified fleshlight, thrusting rapidly as the lewd sounds of the blonde sinking into his throat caused both of them to moan out loud. “Fuck! Your mouth was made to take my cock, darling.”

George could simply whine, embarrassingly thrusting his hips into thin air. “Such a good fucking boy, George. Letting me use your mouth like a toy… You like that, baby? Do you like me using you like a toy?”

By now, George had tears running down reddened cheeks, his eyes rolled back in the pleasure of being used. He was blissed out as he remained pliant, Dream's cock sliding easier as his body surrendered all remaining control.

“Look at me, doll. Let me see your pretty eyes.” George forces his eyes open, barely registering the command. “Shit.” Came Dream's nth curse as he stared into spaced out browns, unfocused and dazed. The blonde groans as he slows his thrusts.

“Stay with me a little longer, baby. Come on.” Dream urged. George only sinks deeper into his headspace instead, sucking greedily and swallowing the precum leaking out of Dream's tip. His glazed and half opened eyes stared up at his lover as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. With another groan and despite his weeping cock’s protests, the blonde pulls out completely out of George's warmth.

“No!” George exclaims immediately, looking up at Dream like he had just stolen his precious treasure.

“You're not listening to me, darling.” the taller tuts gently.

“I'm sorry. Please. I'll - I'll listen.” George whines pathetically, eyes drawn to the twitching length that he was cruelly snatched from him. He stares unashamedly, licking his lips like a starved man who was offered a feast, like a starved beast eyeing its prey.

“The second you get subby with me again, I'm pulling out. Do you understand, doll?” Dream asked, caressing George's cheeks all while wiping away fallen tears.

“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Dream doubts he was actually listening as he was eyeing Dream's cock too hungrily to pay attention to anything else.

Dream guides George's mouth back in place, sinking home with a groan. He would just have to finish before George falls completely and so with that in mind, he begins thrusting with intent, moving to get himself off as quickly as possible. He was groaning in no time, stomach clenching as his orgasm steadily approached while George was blissfully pliant with his eyes shut and cheeks a dusting red. He was leaking precum like a broken faucet and dumbly thrusting into the air every now and then, his body begging for the stimulation it was deprived of.

Dream moans at the sight, tethering the edge rather quickly and before he knows it, he is falling over. He plunges balls deep into George's mouth as the first spurt of cum coats the other's throat, pulling out when the smaller chokes around the sudden intrusion. The rest of his cum lands on George's pretty face, on reddened cheeks and parted lips.

“Fuck, baby. Shit.” Dream groans out, milking out the last bits of cum he had to offer by stroking his softening dick. George moans brokenly from below and to Dream's surprise, he was cumming too, untouched and so blissfully out of it. “Oh my god.”

Dream had to push a hand on the wall for support, his other hand cradling George's head to keep him from fully slumping on the tiled floor. George was still cumming, making a mess all over his stomach until every last spurt of cum leaves him. They were a panting mess, both recovering from their intense orgasms and Dream thought that was the end of their sextivity but he was in for one more surprise.

With George's cock now limply soft and his body spent and lax, his bladder decided to let go of its hold. The Brit whines through another burst of pleasure of letting go as he makes even more of a mess on his stomach and thighs, now a mix of cum and piss.

“Holy shit, George.” Dream nearly topples over and if it weren't for his quick reflexes he would've gravely injured them both. Despite that, Dream shamelessly stares, his dick pathetically twitching with interest. Had he not cum literally seconds earlier, he would be raring to go another round. Alas, he was utterly spent so instead, he openly gawked as he burned the image in his mind’s spank bank.

When George was finished, he whined in discomfort, face contorting as he slowly slipped back to reality. He lethargically looks around confused, eyeing the mess he had created before looking up at a panting Dream. He flushes and pouts but says nothing, still a little out of it.

“Give me a second, doll. I'll clean us up in a bit.” Dream informs, crouching down to kiss George's embarrassment away. “Don't get shy on me, now. Hm? I loved every bit of tonight.” He assures this time, waiting for George to nod slowly in acceptance before he works on cleaning them up.

George's legs were jello at this point so he had to rely heavily on Dream's hold on him. The blonde effortlessly cleans them up, George blushing when Dream runs a hand on his stomach to wash away evidence of their pleasure. He was kissed a silent assurance before he was wiped dry and led to their bathroom sink.

Their nightly routine flowed wordlessly, brushing their teeth together with Dream standing in front of the mirror and George tucked under his chin. Every time their eyes meet with each other's reflection, George would blush a shade of red to which the taller would nuzzle his neck affectionately. Dream then blow dried brown fluff before drying his own curly blondes, with George patiently waiting all perched up on the counter.

Once finished, Dream carries his lover into their made bed, slowly depositing the smaller into soft sheets. He follows after the other, puzzling himself in place behind him, Dream's chest on George's back. They lay in silence for a while until George could no longer hide his embarrassment. He abruptly turns in Dream's hold, hiding his reddened face in the blonde's chest and warm embrace.

“Georgie.” Dream calls tenderly.

“No. Shut up.” George whines, shaking his head furiously and refusing to listen.

“What's got you so embarrassed, darling? I told you I loved it.” Dream assured, earning a scoff of response.

“Of course you would.” came the bratty response. Dream tsked as he pries the brunette off his chest, nudging his chin with a finger so defiant browns meet earnest greens.

“Baby, I nearly came again at the sight of you pissing yourself.” the blonde bluntly informs.

“Dream! You're so embarrassing.” George whines in complaint, cheeks comically flushing even more.

“I'm serious, George. If I hadn't had the life sucked out of me literally seconds before that, I would've come untouched from the sight alone.” George worries his bottom lip as Dream rambles. He was quiet for a bit, juggling the idea in his head, evidently hesitating to accept Dream's claim.

“Really?” the brunette eventually asked shyly, still worrying his lip as he meekly meets the other's gaze. Dream nods his head as he frees George's abused lip.

“My only regret is that I can't look at the sight over and over again.” he responds with a cheeky smile that earned a scoff and an eyeroll from the older.

“Pervert.” George muttered, his own smiling overtaking his features.

“Only for you, love. Only for you.”

***

George was acting weird. Dream could tell that he wanted to say something to him but was hesitating to do so. It began a week prior when George knocked on his slightly opened office door, hovering shyly at the entrance. Dream had raised a brow then because George would often just barge right in and plop himself on Dream's lap unwarranted.

“Baby?” Dream called when George just stood there wordlessly. “What's up, darling?” He asked as he beckoned the smaller into the room. The Brit shuffles to the other, primly sitting on Dream's lap.

George wiggles in place, his mouth opening before closing again in a show of hesitance. This happens a few more times, the shorter evidently growing frustrated. Dream's much larger hand encased smaller hands in assurance but George quickly pulled away to instead begin fidgeting with Dream's fingers. They stay quiet for a beat longer before the Brit resigns.

“I can't.” George groaned, slumping back fully on Dream's chest. “It's nothing bad, I promise. It's just embarrassing.”

“Take your time, darling.” Dream whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of George's head.

When Dream had said that, he didn't expect for it to take a whole week. George had tried again a couple more times with the rest of his tries ending just like the first one, in frustration and still unable to tell Dream exactly what he had been meaning to say. The blonde was rotting in curiosity but he gave his lover all the time he needed.

So as soon as George slammed his office door open, looking like a man on a mission, Dream knew it was finally the day he found out exactly what his lover was so hesitant to say. He abandons his half edited video to instead offer his full attention to the other. Wordlessly, George grabs the taller’s wrist and pulls until Dream stood up from where he was seated. The Brit then stomps off with the blonde trailing after him like a leashed dog.

“George, darling. What's -” Dream starts only to be cut off right away.

“I couldn't say it… so I'm showing you.” he says nothing more until they reach their bedroom door. There, George paused, turning around to face the blonde. He takes a huge breath before saying, “You can say no and we can just forget about this.”

“Okay?” Dream responds, unsure. George only looks at him until he sighs and nods his head. “Of course, baby. Just please… show me already. I've been dying of curiosity.”

“Okay.” George whispers, gulping nervously before turning back to the closed door. Slowly he turns the knob and pushes the door open.

The first thing Dream notes were the lights George used for streaming all set up around their bed. The white sheets were near-blindingly gleaming under all the bright light illuminating their king sized bed. Walking passed George and into the room, Dream then noticed a camera perched on a stand, set up to show off the entire thing.

He takes a second to absorb everything before turning back to look at George, seeking verification of what this was implying. The Brit had closed the door behind him and was standing awkwardly with his cheeks flushed and his posture screaming embarrassment.

“You - you said you wanted to see it over and over again and I thought… Well-” George trails, eyeing the carpeted floor instead of meeting his lover's gaze.

“So you thought we could record it?” The blonde finished his sentence for him. George shyly nods his head while Dream feels lightheaded from the way all his blood left his brain to rush down south. “George.” he whispers in disbelief.

“Like I said, you can say no. This isn't - oh my god, let's just forget about all this and-” George backtracks, his embarrassment getting the better of him. Dream can't have that, not when the idea is already lodged so deep into his mushed brain.

“You want to record a sex tape?” Dream breathes out, turned on beyond belief. George meets his eyes then and he nearly melts at the carnage behind the blonde's gaze, the greens of his irises nearly overtaken by dilated blacks.

“Do you want to?” The Brit’s shy demeanor really wasn't helping Dream's predicament.

“Fuck, yes.” he groans in response. “Do you? Please say yes, George. I can't - I'm so fucking hard right now.”

“I wouldn't have suggested otherwise.” George affirms, his confidence growing as he sees the positive reaction from the blonde.

“Then strip. I want you naked on our bed.” Dream's command causes a thrill of pleasure to tickle down George's spine as he obediently gets rid of his clothes and throws them unceremoniously on the floor. George saunters his way to their bed, admittedly swaying his hips to tease the blonde. He glances over his shoulder and as expected, Dream's gaze was locked on his plump cheeks.

Predictable.

He then climbs into the bed, crawling to the center and laying as he awaits further instructions. The lights make him feel more exposed than he's used to, growing conscious with the camera that was pointed at him despite knowing it wasn't rolling just yet. Dream's intense gaze wasn't helping either, his greedy eyes raking all over George's naked body.

“You're beautiful… So beautiful, baby.” Dream whispered, like he hadn't meant for it to be said out loud but ultimately decided it was too important of an information to keep to himself.

“Thank you, Dream.” came George's shy yet grateful reply.

“Can we - can we start with you touching yourself?” Dream asked, swallowing with difficulty as his gaze finally met George's own.

“Y-yeah. Okay.” At the approval, the blonde makes his way in front of the camera, hovering.

“I'm starting it now.” he informs, waiting for George's final nod of approval before pressing the button to start recording. Dream barely glances at the blinking red dot on the corner of the viewfinder, his gaze zeroing instead on the pale brunette laying shyly on the bed. The lighting does wonders to George's smooth skin, the paleness heavily contrasting to the rosiness of his cheeks and his hardened nipples. It was a sight to behold, indeed. One that Dream feels so lucky to lay witness on.

“Will you tell me what to do?” George requested shyly, looking past the camera and directly at Dream. He was evidently conscious, shy and flushing under the rolling camera.

“Fuck. Okay, baby…. Start by playing with your nipples. Get them hard for me.” Dream watches as George's hands slowly snake up to pinch his nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. He plays with them, alternating between pinching, rolling, and eventually pulling gently until they were hard and sensitive.

“You - you play with them just like this… makes me feel so good.” George rambles out, pausing to moan while his eyes never leave Dream's.

“Yeah?” was all Dream could say, already breathless from the sight alone.

“Mhm.” George responds in a whine at a particular hard pinch. “Love your mouth on them, too.”

“That will have to wait, darling. I wanna watch you for now.” Dream's eyes greedily slides down to George's leaking length when it twitched for attention. “Spread your legs for me, doll. Show the camera your pretty little dick and tight little pussy.”

George outright moans, planting his feet on the bed and spreading his legs like a whore but despite the easy show of obedience, George's cheeks betray his embarrassment, turning shades darker. He unconsciously moved his hands to cover his face as he whined underneath them.

“You're so pretty, baby.” Dream coos.

“Dream.” came George's whine of complaint, peeking between two parted fingers. He may be feeling shy under all of Dream's attention but it wasn't to say he wasn't loving it. He loves it when Dream craves him so, eyes greedily taking in his exposed body. He feels so desirable under his lover's gaze alone.

“I think that pretty dick of yours needs some attention, darling. Go ahead and give it that.” Dream instructs, already eyeing the weeping appendage. George lets out a whimper this time, a shy hand snaking down and hesitantly wrapping around his hard length. Upon contact, George gasps, surprised at his own sensitivity.

He plays with himself just as he had been asked, slowly moving his hand up and down as he strokes himself in a loose fist while his other hand continues its assault on sensitive buds. George breaks their eye contact first, lashes fluttering shut when he runs his palm across the dripping head. His back arches beautifully, legs twitching slightly as he lets out a rather pathetic whimper that distinctly sounded like a broken version of Dream's name.

“Fuck, baby. Your little hole is clenching desperately.” Dream points out, bringing George's attention to his body's call. He does, in fact, feel empty, an itchy feeling growing inside that craves to be filled. “Do you feel empty, doll?” The blonde asked, as if reading his mind.

If George had been in a much better headspace, he would have scoffed at the near condescending tone the other used, maybe roll his eyes bratily and come up with a sarcastic response. Alas, he was only growing desperate, his body growing hotter as it begs for more stimulation. Shamelessly, George nods his pretty little head, glassy eyes blinking open to silently plead starving viridians.

“You know where the lube is, darling. Go on and grab it. Then I want you on all fours when you stretch yourself.” Dream commanded, watching the smaller scramble to the bedside drawer before he could even finish his instructions, his eagerness showing in the way he moved almost carelessly.

As soon as he acquired his trusty lube, George obediently and quite impatiently got into position, flushing all shades of red in the shameful display of his nudeness for not only Dream's gaze but also the lens of the camera to feast on. His eagerness and desperation got the better of him, however, his shame all but thrown out of the window.

George pushed his hips higher into the air and pressed his chest flat on the soft sheets before turning to face Dream just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes pleaded for further instructions as his heart hammers at the way Dream hungrily ravages his naked body with his eyes alone.

“Daddy.” George called in a whimper, shivering when dark greens snapped up to meet his gaze.

“What are you calling out to me for, doll? I asked you to stretch yourself.” Dream's tone was almost harsh but George only shivers in response. He silently uncaps his lube and drenched his fingers with it before reaching behind him. The room was filled with the scent of strawberries but neither of the two could care less at the moment.

George's middle finger prods at his eager hole, circling the rim before sinking the appendage to the third knuckle without much delicacy. He was still stretched enough from Dream's rough fucking the night before and again, earlier today so he had no reason to hold back. In fact, a second finger was quick to follow the first, spreading and curling just slightly to hasten the process as he would much rather have something else inside rather than his lanky little fingers.

Dream on the other hand was standing entranced at the foot of their bed, his gaze alternating between the show before him and the viewfinder that captured it. He had no idea when his hand had gravitated down but he was now touching himself over his pants as he enjoyed his lover's moans and whimpers. George might not even be conscious of the sounds he was letting out and there was no way in hell that Dream would point it out to him.

The third finger that joined the previous two only increased the volume of George's beautiful moans and at this point, Dream had to pull himself out of his pants so he could finally properly touch himself. The rustling fabric caused bleary browns to snap at Dream's now exposed member and the sight alone had George's eager hole clenching around his own fingers.

The Brit whines as he hungrily stares at Dream's veined cock, puffing out half moans when his pace slowed to match the blonde's strokes. “Daddy... ” he calls again as he widened his stance and sinks further in an arch to appeal to his daddy.

“Hm, what is it, doll? Did you want something from me?” Dream teased, stroking himself a little faster just to watch George tremble as he matched his pace. The brunette whimpers as he breathes out a little plea, puppy eyes coming out to try and persuade the taller. “I don't think you deserve it quite yet, darling. Why don't you give me another one?”

Dream's vague request had George gasping softly, looking back at his lover a little hesitantly. The blonde's expression softens, his smile of assurance letting him know that it was his decision at the end of the day, that Dream wouldn't be upset the slightest if he didn't do as he was told. This only gave the Brit the push he needed.

His fourth finger sinks slowly with the others, the stretch causing his entire body to limp into the soft sheets as he moans out loud. “Ah, da- daddy!” he sobs out, thrusting his fingers in and out of his stretched hole, the lewd squelch only turning him on even further.

Dream groans softly, pleased to see his lover fall apart under his command. George was already a mess, his knees so spread apart that he was now able to thrust into the sheets. He continues to call out for his daddy, his noise muffled just slightly by his pillow. Dream could only imagine it wet with tears and drool, knowing just how messy the smaller could get when he's overwhelmed with pleasure.

“George, darling. Why don't you come here and suck me off? Let's put your pretty little mouth to good use.” Dream calls out which pulled George out of his burrow in the sheets. The brunette looks at him in a daze and the taller couldn't help but find the sight adorable. Affectionately, he beckons again, “Come to me, baby.”

With a soft whine, George pulls his fingers out of himself before slowly crawling towards his lover. Dream, on the other hand, moves to adjust the camera's angle, moving it only slightly lower just as George's hands wrap around his dripping cock. The blonde groans at the soft touch as his much larger hand finds brown locks out of habit.

He glances at the viewfinder, watching as it perfectly captures George stroking his erection and tonguing at his tip. The taller allows the other to play around for a bit, simply watching as George leaves little kisses and kitten licks in the underside of his throbbing cock. He traces the familiar veins with the tip of his tongue as if he was drawing over it with his saliva and even nuzzling it like it was something he treasures. Dream chuckles, caressing George's hair affectionately as he held back the impatience that was steadily growing within.

Eventually, it wins over him. “Enough playing now, doll. Take me down your throat.” Despite his impatience, Dream's command was still affectionate, the hand on George's hair having moved down to caress flushed cheeks.

“Yes, daddy.” George obediently responds in a whisper, opening his mouth to accommodate the wide girth. Dream sighs shakily as he sinks into George's warm mouth, humming as he slides the sensitive head across the wet plush of the shorter’s tongue.

“Look at me, baby.” Dream whispers, waiting for George's eyelashes to flutter and reveal blissed browns. As soon as the eye contact was established, Dream slowly sinks further with a groan, reaching George's throat. The smaller gags slightly around the intrusion, his eyes watering as he fights the reflex. Dream sees the effort, cooing as he praises, “That's it, doll. You're doing so good for me.”

Dream begins thrusting, slowly at first as he allows the Brit to get used to the movement before steadily picking speed when George's throat relaxes, his body surrendering control to the taller. Dream loves seeing the evidence of George's trust in him, the surrender that the Brit would only ever hand over to him. He basks in the control he was blessed with, touched to be allowed to care for something as precious as George's trust.

All the while, the brunette was in bliss. He sat on his calves with his palms primly laying on his thighs, still as a statue while Dream uses his mouth and throat. He lets out tiny moans every now and then, his eyes permanently rolled back as his brain floats into the abyss. He loves this feeling, loves surrendering control, to think of nothing but to feel everything as the worry leaves his mind and his body succumbs to pleasure. He loves being used like a mere toy, knowing that at the end of the day, he was more precious to Dream than literally anything else in his life.

George couldn't even register the slow slide of his own precum dripping down the length of his twitching cock nor the subtle shifting of his own hips to grind into the soft sheets. His chin was covered with a messy mixture of his saliva and Dream's precum while his cheeks were tainted with his own fresh tears. He was a mess, even more so than he was minutes prior.

And Dream was not faring any better. He sighs into the ceiling, head thrown back and eyes shut in pure bliss. His body moves for his own pleasure, hand almost painfully gripping brown curls as he thrusts with intent. Of course, it would be a sin to miss the lewd sight of his lover choking on his cock so with slight difficulty, he forces his eyes open and looks back down at George.

“Oh, baby.” Dream coos in a breathless whisper as he admires the mess he had reduced his lover into. He then withdraws completely, allowing George to get his first lungful of air for god-knows-how-long.

The Brit pouts as he was pulled back from that fluffy feeling, his eyes fluttering open as he attempts to voice his complaint. All he managed to say was a pathetic attempt at Dream's title. “ ‘ddy?”

“Yes, baby. I'm right here.” Dream assures, leaning down to kiss pouting lips. George simply blinks blearily, eyelashes fluttering as he dreamily stares at the taller. “You're getting a little subby on me, aren't you, baby?” Despite phrased as a question, Dream's words seemed more of a statement, a point-out.

George frowns as he thinks over it and eventually settles with a shake of his head as he mutters a small petulant “No.”

“Mm, you're not fooling anyone, love. Why don't we pause for a bit, hm? Let me hold you for a moment.” Dream appealed, caressing George's cheek as he waited for his nod of approval.

“But-” George tried to reason, pout only growing as pleading eyes looked up at the blonde.

“Well, that's too bad. You were being such a good boy for me this whole time and yet I'm starting to think that maybe I was wrong-” Dream's loud pondering was immediately cut off.

“No! I'm good!” George whines, frowning with his lips quivering as if he was seconds away from crying. “ ‘ve been good, daddy.”

“Yes, you have, baby. Such a good boy for me.” Dream assured immediately. “And you'll keep being a good boy, won't you, doll? You'll listen to what daddy's telling you to do?”

George sits petulantly for a second longer before nodding, head then tilting to nuzzle the hand still caressing his cheeks. “I'll be good, daddy.” The Brit whispers as he longingly looks up at Dream.

“I know you will, baby.” The blonde coos, leaning down to once again leave a soft peck on George's lips. “Go ahead and settle into the bed while I adjust the camera. I'll join you in a bit.”

George obediently does as he was told, wobbly crawling to the center of the bed and plopping unceremoniously on top of the ruined sheets. He sighs as he gathers some fabric to hold onto as he eyes his lover work the camera before walking around the bed frame and settling on the space behind him. Dream slots perfectly, his chin hooking over George's shoulder as his arms wrap securely around the smaller Brit.

“You feel better, love?” Dream asked quietly, his whisper ghosting the shell of George's ears in a tickle. The brunette hums in answer and content, wiggling back closer to his lover's warm embrace as he hugs the sheets tighter into his chest.

Dream busies himself with whispering compliments and ‘I love you’s as he occasionally leans down to leave loving little kisses on the back of George's head while his hands wander until they find smaller ones buried in the lump of fabric that was their sheets. There he began playing with the smaller pair, fiddling and caressing the lithe fingers just to pass time. In Dream's arms, George all but melts, feeling safer than he's ever been.

They lay in silence for a while, both perfectly content to be that close to one another… although they could be much closer in their opinion. Nevertheless, they basked in the moment as George slowly sinks back into the present, the fog wrapping around his brain all but drifting away until eventually, his dulled senses returned to how they normally are.

“You must really love sucking me off, huh?” Dream mused suddenly, ultimately breaking the moment. His smile was teasing as he saw the tip of George's ears flushing in real time. He nuzzles the reddening skin and kisses it with a painfully affectionate smile.

This only embarrasses George even more, the Brit choosing to take reprieve in the nook of Dream's neck, wiggling around until he was facing the other before burying his face in his chosen hiding place. The blonde chuckles as he, too, buries his face in the soft fluff of George's hair.

“I ruined the mood.” George grumbled after a beat of silence, his voice almost too muffled that Dream nearly missed it.

“What? No, darling. You didn't ruin anything.” Dream assured in a saccharine voice that George would surely find disgusting had it come from anyone else. From Dream, it only serves to melt him into a useless putty on the spot.

“You're right. You ruined it.” George jokingly replied, already giggling before he could even finish his teasing.

“Oh come on now. How is it my fault?” Dream asked, pinching the soft exposed tush just innocently laid out for him. The action caused the Brit to squeal and squirm away from the touch, half heartedly glaring up at the blonde who only looks at him with a proud smirk.

“You could've kept going.” George pointed out, massaging his poor ass cheek as if Dream's soft pinch actually hurt him. The taller only scoffs and rolls his eyes at his dramatic lover.

“You know I wouldn't do that, Georgie.” Dream says factually, brushing the Brit’s fringe just to have something to do with his hand.

“Why not? I'm letting you.” came George's confused reply. Dream smiles like a whipped man, affectionate and soft as he admires the scrunch of the Brit’s face in the way that it does when he's struggling to comprehend something.

“Because, love. It just doesn't feel right. Like -... like going further would desanctify your purity or something.” The blonde's attempt at an explanation prompted a giddy giggle from the smaller.

“Purity?” George asked in half disbelief and half amusement. “I'm anything but pure, daddy.” he added in a sultry whisper. Dream's immediate reaction was to tighten his grip on George's meaty hips to which the Brit whimpers in response.

“Oh, I'm well aware of that, doll. I know just how dirty you can be for me.” Dream replied in a husky whisper, but immediately switches into a much softer and genuine one when he continues, “But when you get like that, you get all soft and cute. Cuddly.” Dream pauses as he looks between them, how George was glued to his front like a leach with his arms wrapped tightly around the blonde's waist. George pouts as his lover proves his point, Dream immediately leaning down to kiss those tempting lips. “And I just can't help but feel the need to take such good care of you.”

George bit his lower lip in contemplation before gleaming eyes met Dream's curious own. “I'm not subby anymore…” he hinted, almost mischievously.

Dream scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head in amusement as a hand raised in the air before smacking down on George's exposed ass. The Brit moans softly at the contact, his expression showing his growing arousal. “Is that so? What do you suppose we should do about it, darling?”

The smaller’s expression shifts once again, a lot more innocent with his eyes widening ever so slightly and his signature pout gracing his lips. “I'm feeling so empty, daddy.” came George's definitely-not-innocent whisper of a reply.

“Hm? And where do you feel empty, doll? Where do you need to be filled?” Dream asked, his voice husky and deep in his own growing arousal. The hand that smacked plump cheeks remained in their place, groping the soft flesh in the palm of his hand.

Instead of responding, George simply wiggles out of Dream's hold and gets up on all fours. The taller observes in curiosity as the Brit crawls around until he is facing the camera, his ass on display to the still laying down blonde.

“Here? Is this where you want to be filled?” Dream asked teasingly as his hands gravitated to George's cheeks, spreading it apart just to see the other's winking taint. George whimpers as he looks back to meet Dream's gaze. He nods his head as pleading eyes begged for his unsaid needs.

“Hmm… I don't know if you've earned it yet, darling.” Dream replies condescendingly.

“What-what do I have to do?” George questioned almost pathetically.

“Come sit on my face. I want to eat you out.” The order had George moaning softly as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, incredibly turned on by the idea but equally embarrassed by it. Dream smiled at the Brit’s somehow innocent reaction, endeared that the other still gets embarrassed by something as trivial as this despite all the kinky shit they had done with each other.

He silently beckons the smaller, going out of his way to guide him towards his awaiting face. Shyly, George follows Dream's lead, allowing himself to be gently pulled into position until he had both his knees on either side of the blonde's cheeks, taint hovering over eager mouth. The ticklish puff of Dream's breath over his winking hole had the brunette whimpering softly as his body battled against itself - one half dying to have the blonde's mouth on him while the other half was just about ready to bolt in embarrassment.

Dream doesn't allow him the luxury of running away, however, as a firm grip on his hip forced him to stay. “Dream… it’s-.... This is so embarrassing.” George whines, hands coming up to cover his flushed cheeks.

“What's there to be embarrassed about, Georgie?” The blonde asked in a mumble, a little distracted with the sight before him. The hands that were once guiding George by the hip had moved on either plump cheeks, spreading it apart to expose what he craved the most.

Dream licks his lips in anticipation, not even hearing the soft whines above. George could be explaining the cause of his embarrassment and Dream would be too distracted to hear a word. Instead, he pulls George down ever so slightly until his lips meet George's cheeks. He litters kisses across the soft flesh, occasionally leaving mulberry marks when he felt like doing so.

George's whines of embarrassment had turned into pleased moans, his hands anchored on Dream's lean stomach as his lover feasts on his body. He was now unconsciously moving his hips, trying to get the busy mouth on where he needed it the most. The blonde, on the other hand, was more than happy to be where he was at the present, groaning as he firmly held the smaller’s hips in place. He wasn't done leaving his marks afterall.

“Daddy-... Daddy, please.” George begs in a small moan.

“So fucking needy, George. You just can't wait to get my mouth in your greedy little hole, can't you?” Dream tsked in a reprimand, displeased at being interrupted.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, daddy.” George whimpers out, unable to move an inch with how tightly Dream's grip on his hips were. He was almost certain that bruises in the shape of fingertips would be etched on his skin by tomorrow and he's looking forward to seeing such evidence.

“Well if you beg prettily for me, I might consider rushing our little foreplay.” Dream commented, his words muffling a bit when he leans to leave a bite on supple flesh.

“Please. Please. Please. Please, daddy.” George immediately begs, looking over his shoulder to meet pleased greens.

“What do you want, baby?” Dream teased further, raising a brow as he stared back into glassy browns.

The taller watched as the expected flush of George's skin washed over his cheeks, down to his neck, shoulders, and chest. His embarrassment was endearing as he shyly whispered, “Please eat me out.”

With a smirk, Dream finally caved. He pulled George's hips down to meet his lips, mumbling a soft, “Since you asked so nicely…” which definitely fell into deaf ears. George was too occupied losing his mind over a slick little appendage worming its way into his sensitive taint.

Dream's tongue works wonders, reducing the smaller brunette into moans and whines for more. Meanwhile, the blonde was groaning to himself, lapping away at the leftover strawberry-scented lube like it was his last meal. It probably doesn't taste as good anywhere else but it was exquisite on George's skin.

“Ah- Daddy… yes… more!” George moans out, grinding down just as Dream's tongue sank easily into him. The taller could feel the wetness dripping on his chest, George's untouched cock leaking precum like a broken faucet.

Panting, Dream pulled George off just slightly, the sudden lack of stimulation causing a whine of complaint from the Brit. “Hush. You can be patient for five fucking seconds.” Dream reprimands, licking his lips once more when his hash tone only caused George's eager hole to clench and his dick to twitch.

George mewls softly from above, his hips squirming slightly in a futile attempt to keep it still. Dream appreciates the effort, nonetheless, rewarding the smaller with a thick finger plunging suddenly into his slicked entrance. It went in without resistance, the Brit stiffening at the sudden stimulation before sagging forward with a pleased little moan as his arms gave out underneath him.

His breathy pants now tickle Dream's navel, his mouth so much closer to the taller’s weeping cock which laid untouched on his belly. Of course, George's mouth gravitates towards the reddened tip, humming a soft sigh as he closes his lips around the sensitive slit at the head. Dream groans in response, hips thrusting unconsciously into the warmth of George's caverns.

“Fuck. That's it, baby. Take me deeper in that tight little mouth of yours.” Dream hushed out with a pleased moan, adding another finger along with the other to hasten their foreplay. George replies with a moan of his own as he arched his back further to reach more of Dream's stiff cock.

The Brit’s mouth was stuffed in no time, gagging slightly when he greedily tried to take more than this awkward angle allowed him. Dream shushed him gently when he whined in dismay, rewarding him with a curl of his fingers that barely brushed that sensitive spot inside. George moaned around the girth, his hips moving to try and get more and whimpering when his desires were refused.

“Be patient with me, doll. You can be a little more patient for me.” Dream tuts in a mumble, blindly reaching for George's strawberry scented lube. He almost let out a triumphant ‘Ha!’ when his hand finally held the bottle but opted to focus instead on pouring some of the lube on his retracted fingers. He was already getting impatient as it is and George's whines for more are only getting louder.

“Daddy. Daddy, please? Please -... need more.” George whimpers, taking a break from sucking Dream's cock to voice out this plea.

“I know, doll. Just a little more.” Dream coos when he feels droplets of tears falling on the skin of his hips where George's face hovers.

Lubed fingers fill the smaller once more. One adding to the first before a second and a third follow. George was already fairly stretched from his four lithe fingers earlier but Dream's own were much thicker so he could already feel the miniscule stretch of it. He moans for more, nonetheless, his tears cascading down his cheeks in a display of desperation. Dream was not faring any better, his own arousal growing much too overbearing that he simply couldn't draw this out much longer.

With careful - albeit hasty - spreads and curls of his fingers, Dream deemed his lover stretched enough to take him. “Come now, doll. Be a good boy and ride me.” Dream commands as he retracts his fingers and pats gently on George's hips to urge him to sit up and move to position.

With a meek nod, the Brit does just that, sitting himself up with shaky arms and moving his hips up and over until he is hovering Dream's stiff cock. The taller aids his lover by guiding his hips with one hand while the other strokes his hardness once and twice before holding it by the base to keep it standing upright, tip nudging George's slicked hole.

“Please, please. Oh, please, daddy.” George whispered his plea like a secret, breath hushed as Dream kept a firm hold on the other's hip.

“Just a second.” Dream murmured, gaze locked on his cock sliding between George's cheeks, excess lube coating his stiffness efficiently. Once satisfied, Dream finally pushed the head of his cock into George's greedy hole that clenched around him as if wanting much more than Dream was slowly giving him.

“Yes. More, daddy.” George whines as he slowly but surely sinks into the length beneath him. Inch by delicious inch, he takes Dream's cock like a seasoned pornstar, moaning and whimpering as he takes more despite already feeling full of it.

Dream was moaning beneath him too, low and deep as he was mesmerised by the sight of his length disappearing into his lover. “Fuck.” he would cuss under his breath, his thumbs holding the Brit’s cheeks apart to get a better view of their lovemaking.

They savor the slow slide, moaning in tandem when George finally takes him to the hilt, heads thrown back at the sheer pleasure. Dream was so much deeper with this position, the Brit above him faltering just a little when he shifted the tiniest bit and accidentally nudged his own prostate. George catches himself, hands on Dream's strong thighs for support while his ever attentive lover holds firmly on wide hips to ensure he doesn't topple over.

“God, George. So tight for me, baby.” Dream moans wantonly as he stares at where they were connected, thrusting deeper into the other just to watch himself disappear further.

“Just-... just for you.” George whispered his reply, too breathless to speak louder.

“That's right, doll... So perfect for me.” Dream praises the other, groaning softly as his words cause George's muscles to contract around him. “Fuck, baby. Move for me, now. That's it.”

With Dream's encouragement, George slowly rises to his knees, pulling himself up until only the tip of Dream's cock rests inside him before slowly sinking back down to the hilt. He whines at the feeling, almost overwhelmed at being oh so full of his boyfriend's cock. Said boyfriend simply coos compliments at him, encouraging him to keep going and ignoring his quite-quick-to-be-sore muscles.

He sets a painfully slow rhythm to try and prolong this pleasure as well as to get himself used to the feeling of taking Dream so deeply. The blonde allows him to take his time, simply content with watching his lover getting off above him, although he was a tad bit disappointed that he was deprived of George's erotic expressions. In consolation, he thinks of how perfectly the camera would be capturing every bit of it and decides it's for the best.

“Dream- daddy… Please. I- I can't…” George whines eventually, his movements growing sloppy as his rhythm falters.

George was known to be Dream's pillow princess and the name had stemmed from some truth. He loves laying there and taking whatever pleasure the blonde decides to give him and Dream loves taking care of his Brit lover. Dream was a giver, even inside the premise of their bedroom and George was spoiled as he was anywhere else. It's an ongoing dynamic that works wonders between them.

“What is it, baby? Do you need me to take over? Hm? Is my pillow princess acting up again?” Dream teased, moaning when George clenched around him at the use of the little title. “You just love being a pillow princess for me, don't you Georgie. My little pillow princess who can't even get himself off on his own.”

“N-no…that's not-.. not true.” George brats as he looks over his shoulder so defiant browns meet amused viridians. Dream scoffs a small laugh, one that earned him an adorable glare that wouldn't intimidate anyone.

“I don't know, baby. You seem to be struggling to keep your rhythm. Just be a doll and ask me to take over.” Dream's teasing had George huffing as he broke eye contact, turning to face away from the other. The blonde did catch sight of a pout forming on his lips just before his face was fully obscured.

“I'm fine.” the Brit grumbled resolutely, trying not to falter any more after his confident reply. Of course, Dream finds it endearing, staying in place as he awaits for George's inevitable surrender. He even cockily lays his head on one hand, arms folded as he laid back and enjoyed the sight of George bouncing on his cock.

For a minute or two, George manages to maintain the facade, stubbornly moving above his lover despite the screaming of his own muscles. He didn't last much longer though, his own body betraying him. He was tired and desperate to finish but was too stubborn to give in.

“Come on, baby. You know how good I can make you feel. Don't you want me to wreck you and make you scream in pleasure?” Dream egged, roughly bringing George down by the hip as he thrusts up his own to meet his. The movement was small but it was a sweet taste of what could be if George just caves.

The Brit doesn't respond for a few seconds, simply looking back to face his confident lover, a pout on his lips and his eyes innocently wide. Dream's cocky smirk was so attractive, his position showcasing the muscles he had worked for in the gym. This gets a full shiver from George just from the picture he painted by simply laying there, oozing confidence he had no business showing off. “Daddy.” was all he could whine out, the name alone a plea.

“No, baby. Your little pouty lips and wide eyes won't get you what you want. You know what to say.” Dream's response was almost cruel and the welling up of tears on George's beautiful browns almost made him feel bad. Dream waits though, taking the hand underneath his head to reach up to George's cheeks. “Say it.” he whispers, almost a plea, mostly a command.

And George caves. “Please. Please take me, daddy.” he whispers shyly and Dream hums deeply as his eyes flutters shut. “Make - make me feel good, please. I need you.”

“Good boy, baby. Such a good boy.” Dream praised as he sat up, moving his face closer to flushed cheeks and nuzzling. “Let me take over, hm? I'll take care of you.”

George, who has halted all his movements, nods his head obediently and allows Dream to move them around until he is fully on his knees, the taller behind him. Dream stayed inside of him the entire time, their connection never broken as bodies moved into position. The blonde's knees were on either side of George's own, steady in place as he began thrusting.

“Oh, yes!” George hissed as he threw his head back until it hit Dream's pecks. A strong arm was wrapped securely around his stomach while the other was crossed over his chest, ensuring he stays in place.

Dream grunts softly at every other thrust while George was melting in his hold, growing louder by the second. He was so absorbed in their resonating pleasures that he had already forgotten about the camera filming his lewd sounds and expressions. Dream would surely not stop to remind him as he wants nothing more than to have George's genuine and raw reactions captured in a video. Instead, he focuses on making sure that George would succumb further into pleasure until he falls apart into Dream's safe arms.

“Da- Oh! Please - feels so good. It feels so good, daddy.” George moans out brokenly, his spine arching beautifully as he unconsciously fucks himself back into Dream's cock.

The blonde hums, pleased to see peaked nipples calling out to him, rosy buds capturing his attention. The arms looped around George's chest brushed ever so slightly on those sensitive nipples just to see how his lover would react and as expected, George moaned wantonly, back arching slightly more in plea for more stimulation.

“Look at your pretty nipples, baby. They're just begging for attention aren't they?” Dream teased as a forefinger and thumb moved to pinch at one pebbled nipple. George falters in his hold at the near harsh stimulation but still pushes his chest into Dream's busy hand, always greedy for more.

“They miss you, daddy.” George whispered, peeking up at Dream almost shyly.

“Yeah? Too bad I can't get my mouth on them right now, huh.” the Brit simply nods dejectedly, his pout returning. “Another time. Okay, doll? I'll play with them with my mouth another time.” Dream assured as he leans down to kiss the side of George's head.

George was obviously still unhappy but he grumbles a half-hearted “Fine” nonetheless, tilting his head to the side a bit more and puckering his lips to ask for a kiss - his compensation if you will. Dream was happy to oblige, immediately leaning down to capture soft lips. Despite the awkward angle, they make it work, lips interlocking in an intimate slow dance.

The entire time, Dream's movements don't falter, his hips driving into George with dedication until his lover was struggling to keep up. George was forced to break their kiss, overwhelmed with the pleasure coursing through his own body. He was reduced to moans and calls for his daddy, tears now streaming down his cheeks as he falls on his hands.

Dream had let go of his hold around the smaller, favoring to firmly grip on George's hips instead and without the blonde's anchoring arms around his upper body, the Brit could only crumble down to his hands and knees.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” Dream huffs out a groan as he maintains his rough thrusting, grip tightening on George's flesh. At this point, they were both certain fingertip-shaped bruises would be coloring his hips by tomorrow and neither seemed to care.

“Daddy - daddy… feels - feels so big - ah! - inside me… so deep…” George barely voiced out between his moans.

“Yeah? Do you like it when I'm this deep inside you, doll?” Dream asked back, a hand slackening on his firm grip to instead caress George's side all while changing the angle of his thrusts just a tiny bit until he was nailing George's prostate head on.

“Oh, daddy! There! Please - please… right there.” George sobs as his arms gave up underneath him, his chest meeting the soft sheets causing his very sensitive nipple to rub across it with every rough thrust.

“Oh, I know, baby. I know exactly how to get you sobbing with just how good I'm fucking you. This right here...” Dream pauses his thrusting just to probe at George's poor prostate, the tip of his cock applying just the right amount of pressure to the other's most sensitive spot. George sobs in pleasure, a broken moan of Dream's name muffled into the sheets. “Yes, love. Oh, I know exactly how to fuck you good, where to hit inside you to get you just like this.”

“Yes, yes. Daddy - only daddy.” George babbles and Dream was almost disappointed to have his words muffled by the damn sheets.

“That's right, doll. Only daddy can fuck you this good. Isn't that right, baby?” Dream asked, still cruelly grinding into George's prostate. The Brit could only sob in pleasure, already shaking in his impending orgasm and as much as Dream loved seeing his lover cumming untouched, he can't have the fun cut too short. “Oh no, no, darling. I can't have you cumming just yet.”

He seizes all movement at once, admiring George's shaking body as it slowly calms from the edge. His larger hands caressed George's waist with a look of fascination, like he was witnessing a miracle happen right before his very eyes, his touch light and gentle as if handling a delicate porcelain doll. He then leans down to kiss the back of George's pale neck, taking his time marking the unblemished skin, alternating between kissing, nipping, and sucking bruises wherever he felt like doing so.

“You're so mean, Dreamie.” George complains as he turns his head to pout at his lover to which the blonde simply chuckles in response, not even bothering to deny the fact.

“Hmm, we just can't finish our recording so quickly, darling.” he explains in a soft voice, still leaving lingering kisses down pale skin.

George's eyes widened a fraction at the reminder, the camera filming them completely slipping his mind. He even glances up at the lens as if to see for himself that it was still there and recording this whole time. Dream hums as the smaller whines in embarrassment, hiding his reddened face back into the sheets.

But his own body sold him out, exposing him to his very amused lover. “Oh, baby.” Dream starts to say, the brunette already shaking his head to deny whatever the taller had to say before the words could even leave his mouth. Dream continues despite this, saying, “Did you like being reminded of the camera filming us? You're clenching so hard around me, darling.”

The teasing tint of his voice had George burying further into the sheets, hips wiggling as he unconsciously clenched around the blonde's throbbing cock once more. Dream groaned softly, getting up on his knees, hands on George's hips as he slowly began thrusting once more, slow and barely moving as if he, himself, couldn't keep still any longer.

George's moans were muffled, his gasps faint as the sheets smothered the sounds. Despite Dream's hardly-there movements, he was still able to properly stimulate the one spot inside the brunette that could get him to cum prematurely. He allows the stimulation to go on for a while longer, cruelly waiting until the telltale signs of George's impending orgasm shows before changing the angle just enough to get him back down.

George sobs from being edged a second time and tries to take matters into his own hands by thrusting back into Dream's cock. The blonde chuckles under his breath, stopping his movements altogether just to watch the Brit fuck himself into his cock, his hole greedily taking every inch the taller had to offer. George was no longer thinking of how embarrassing his actions were, of how his normal - definitely not cock-crazed - self would never dream of doing such a thing.

Dream bit his lower lip as he continued to stay still, watching with blatant adoration as George used him for his pleasure. He parts plump cheeks to see their connection better, moaning as he disappeared into George's warmth, only to reappear seconds later and disappear again the second after.

Of course, this only lasted so long, George already feeling the exhaustion from having to move himself once more. He was never going to cum like that anyway, not when Dream had knowingly angled his hips to stimulate George just enough to keep him on edge but not over.

“Daddy…” George sobs just as expected, growing aware that Dream had stopped moving.

“Yes, baby. What's the matter?” Dream asked, his thumb moving to caress the tight muscle of George's entrance and glancing up when his lover sobs once more. He was met with George peeking from his hiding place, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and cheeks tear-stained.

“Please - Daddy, please.” he pleads in a pitiful babble, his desperation oozing out of him.

“Okay, I'm sorry for teasing you, baby.” Dream coos, reaching down to pull the smaller to his chest so he was also standing on his knees like he was. This only pushed Dream's cock deeper into the Brit as a result of their height difference, with the addition of gravity doing its magic.

The blonde softly hushes George's sob of relief when the movement causes a much needed brush against his prostate. “There - Daddy, there please!”

“I know, baby. Did you want to cum on daddy's cock now?” Dream asked, immediately getting an enthusiastic nod and more babbles of ‘Yes, yes, yes’ and ‘Please, Daddy’.

Dream lovingly kisses the side of George's head, one stable hand on wide hips while the other encased delicate neck, not gripping but planting the idea on the very much avid brunette. “Oh, please, daddy. Harder.” George cries out and Dream wasn't sure if he meant his thrust or his hold, maybe it was even both.

So being the giver that he was, Dream slightly tightens his hold first, fingers pressing on the sides of George's neck. He got an immediate pleased sob as the Brit clenched tightly around Dream's weeping cock. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Did you want me to choke you just like this?” Dream grunts out despite already knowing the answer, thrusting harder as he does so.

George was unable to respond, reduced into a sobbing and shaking mess while Dream kept his slower but deliberately harder thrusts, alternately applying pressure of his hold on delicate neck and releasing sporadically. The Brit’s mouth was left permanently parted to make way for all the pretty noises he was making, his eyes rolled back in his skull, and his spine arched beautifully to push his ass further.

Their noises were increasing in volume, George's sobs and moans along with Dream's breathy grunts and groans. Coupled with the loud smacking of skin meeting skin, plus the lewd squelching of excess lube at every thrusts, the room sounded like it was straight out of a porn video. The thought had the blonde glancing at the filming camera because that was exactly what they were doing; filming a porn video.

“Da - ah!... Daddy…” George calls out in a gasp, bringing Dream's gaze back at him. He could only see the smaller’s side profile and he was not exactly pleased with that.

With the hand that was previously around George's neck, Dream tilted his head until he was rewarded with the sight of his lover's debauched face - tear-stained, flushed cheeks and parted red lips. “Look at me.” Dream demanded in a whisper, his breath ghosting soft skin.

George struggles to follow the command, barely registering it as it is, much more coordinating his body to comply. When he manages to do so, however, Dream couldn't help but curse under his breath, having met dazed browns. Their lips clashed in an instant, Dream's tongue snaking in and dominating the kiss while his hand returned to their anchoring hold around the marked up column of George's neck.

George cums untouched then and there. There was no warning, no impending signs until it was already happening. His body simply quivers and gives out as the first spurt of his orgasm dirties the sheets below. Dream keeps him upright and pressed against his bigger body, groaning into their kiss as he muffles the cry of his pleased lover.

He pulls back after a second, wanting to hear George's soft moans as he continues to cum. All the while, Dream presses into the other's sensitive prostate to milk every drop he had to offer. George sobs, body twitching as he weakly pushes at Dream, overstimulation creeping almost painfully.

“ ‘nough - No… Daddy… No more.” George whimpers and Dream allows him a few minutes of reprieve.

He takes the time to rain kisses all over wet cheeks before nuzzling the mulberry marks on his neck, a hand moving from its hold on George's hips towards dented stomach where Dream's stiff cock is still pressed so deeply into the other. The blonde's gaze immediately shifted towards it - fascinated by it even - as he pulled out a tiny bit before thrusting all the way in just to see the distended skin shift with his movements.

George gasps suddenly, arms scrambling to push Dream's curious hand away, only for him to stubbornly lay his palm on George's stomach instead. He pulls out a couple of inches once more before plunging right in, palms pressing on the taunt skin. George's warning comes a second too late. “Dream, wait-”

He was confused at first when George's body began quivering again, the wet splotch on sheets growing in size. It was far too soon to get another orgasm from the other, his dick not even hard. George was whining now, his hand gripping the base of his flaccid cock.

Then it dawned on the blonde exactly what had happened and he could only cuss under his breath. “Oh fuck.” His eyes widened as his own cock twitched inside the smaller, leaking precum like a broken faucet.

George had pissed himself and Dream was so turned on he might actually cum this very second. He pulls George's hand away and immediately, he leaks without the hold.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, baby. Holy shit. Fuck.” Dream rambles as he begins thrusting, his palm still pressing down on George's filled bladder. The Brit sobs as he covers his face in embarrassment, unable to stop the spurt of piss that left him at every harsh thrust.

“Daddy!” George calls in a half whimper and half moan, feeling overstimulated with Dream cruelly grinding down on his abused prostate. He would never admit it in words but he loved making such a mess and having Dream roughly using his spent body was such a turn-on.

“Ah, fuck. I'm gonna -” Dream cums so hard he nearly blacks out, managing to stubbornly keep his eyes open just to watch the last spurt of George's piss before he cums dry. “Oh my god, baby.”

With Dream's hold slacking from his ongoing orgasm, George falls into his own puddle of mess that warranted the millionth curse from the blonde's lips. The smaller melted uncaringly into the ruined sheets, too out of it at the moment to be grossed out while Dream thrusts a couple more times to drag their orgasms before finally stopping at the signs of overstimulation.

They were both panting to catch their breaths, Dream slowly pulling out his flaccid cock while George whines softly underneath him. The Brit still had his ass raised in the air and Dream paused, biting his lip in hesitation.

“Baby, can I -...” he stops himself and curiously George turns his head to look up at the taller, blinking lethargically.

They shared a look and meekly, George whispered, “Yes... Whatever it is, you can, Dream.”

The blonde hesitated for a second longer before letting go. His spent cock spurts out hot piss all over George's raised ass, the liquid running down his curved spine before, across the side of his ribs, before adding into the mess underneath the smaller. Dream was moaning softly, dizzy in pleasure while George whined in ratification, raising his hips higher into the waning stream.

It was over quickly and Dream pulled George up as soon as he was done before falling on his back, the Brit on his chest. “Holy shit, George. That was… I don't even know what that fucking was.” Dream comments breathlessly.

George uses the last of his energy to wiggle in Dream's arms until his face is buried under stubbled chin. Nuzzling on the nearest skin, George asks, “Good?”

“The fucking best. Holy fuck, I nearly died - No, I think I died actually, went to heaven and all.” George giggles at Dream's silly response.

“You can't die until you've cleaned us up.” George demands, earning an amused chuckle in return.

“Give me a few more minutes, baby. I can barely move my legs.”

“Well you better hurry up. All that piss is seeping into our bed.” Dream groans in disdain while George only giggles. That was Dream's problem now.

***

Sapnap questions them about their sudden need for a new mattress. Dream comes up with a weak excuse about wanting to upgrade while George smirks knowingly at his blushing lover. Dream additionally invests on waterproof sheets, having learned his lesson the hard way.

Oh, and the video they recorded? That sits deep in Dream's hard drive, locked in the safe he keeps in their shared closet like a prized possession.