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A gentle knock on George’s door startled him slightly, the man jumping in his seat before bringing his knees to his chest. He rested his chin on one of his knees and swiveled in his desk chair until he faced his bedroom door before calling out, “You don’t have to knock. Come in.”
The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open, Dream peeking his head in a little and smiling softly. “Hello. Can I come in?”
“Yes, idiot, I just said come in.” George rolled his eyes fondly. George watched as Dream timidly shuffled into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He faced George once the door was shut and locked and George glanced at the lock before looking at Dream expectantly, an eyebrow raised as he peered at his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Um, nothing. Just wanted to… I dunno,” Dream shrugged and George shook his head with a grin on his lips that he couldn’t contain. He gestured towards his bed before spinning in his chair to face the computer once more.
“Stay there for a second. Let me finish this article,” George said dismissively and he heard Dream hum in affirmation. There was a faint squeak that indicated Dream sat on the bed and George felt an uneasiness that he couldn’t place.
It had been two weeks since George arrived in Florida. After joining Dream’s merch company, he had received a visa that granted him early access to traveling overseas and he finally flew out to the states. Meeting Dream and Sapnap for the first time wasn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as George originally thought. They fell into the same comfortable, yet chaotic energy they had through Discord, and settling into the foreign living arrangement was fairly easy.
After Sapnap had picked George up from the airport, he explained that he would be living on the top floor with him and George groaned with exasperation, silently staring out of the window as trees passed until Sapnap begged him to speak. Admittedly, living on the top floor with Sapnap wasn’t terrible, but George would never let him know that.
When they finally arrived at Dream’s house and George approached his best friend, his entire world stopped spinning until it only revolved around them. Seeing Dream in person was exhilarating. It was George’s first time seeing Dream’s face and the man was pretty; deep green eyes that held so much emotion, a chiseled jaw, and a mop of blonde shaggy hair atop his head. George’s mind blanked when Dream wrapped him into a giant bear hug and wouldn’t let go until George said he couldn’t breathe. Dream released George after a few moments and the three of them ordered pizza, sitting in the living room and enjoying each other’s company for the first time, not through a screen. George immediately felt at home.
While Sapnap kept the same energy as his online presence, George noticed that Dream was more reserved much to his surprise. He was almost cautious, careful as to not disturb George and George found himself hating it. On his second night in Florida, he told Dream he didn’t need to act like that. They were roommates and he didn’t care if Dream barged into his room late at night without knocking or hanging out in George’s bedroom until he fell asleep.
So Dream did just that. He would come into George’s room, yet he never shook the habit of knocking, and hung out until George paid attention to him.
“Dream,” George said suddenly, closing the tab with the spider article once he was done and facing Dream again. The blonde perked up, looking up from his phone before setting the device down next to him and giving George his undivided attention. “You’re acting weird today.”
“Am I?” Dream asked, his voice soft. George frowned.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, Dream.”
Dream visibly shrunk and George almost felt bad for adopting such a demanding tone naturally and using it on Dream. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Dream spoke up.
“Do you remember… A month or two ago?” Dream asked, words staggering as he spoke hesitantly and George furrowed his eyebrows.
“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”
Dream sighed, and George watched him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth and nibble on it anxiously. “Um. When I was in… Subspace? And you–”
“Oh, Dream,” George sighed, removing his headset. He placed it on his desk and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing when his fingers got caught on a tangle. “We– We stopped doing that.”
“I know, George, but…” Dream trailed off, huffing through his nose with a slight pout. George couldn’t deny that it was a cute gesture, but he shook his head as Dream continued. “I need you. I’ve needed you, ever since that night. I wanted to give you time to settle into the house before I brought it up again…”
“What is it exactly that you want, Dream?” George questioned as Dream trailed off, elbow braced against the armrest as he propped his chin onto his palm. He watched Dream carefully, from the way he nervously fidgeted with the hem of shirt to the way his chest rose and fell in tandem with his erratic breathing.
“I wanna be yours again, George. Not just the– the sex part either, I wanna feel like I belong to you,” Dream confessed and George felt his chest tighten, a sense of possessiveness swelling beneath his rib cage. Dream finally met George’s gaze, intense desperation glossing over his eyes. “And I want you to be mine.”
George screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back against the headrest, emitting a trembling exhale through parted lips. He enjoyed the temporary time period where he owned Dream, having his best friend call him daily and beg to be put in his place. The feeling of having so much power over someone was intoxicating until it wasn’t. George found himself hesitant to push Dream further into subspace, unwilling to commit to the role of dominance for the sake of either pushing Dream too far or not enough. George wanted the best for Dream but felt incapable of giving him that.
Somewhere during that phase, George found himself wanting to be treated that way. When he would send Dream to rest after an intense session, George would get himself off to the thought of being controlled. He would edge himself for up to an hour, restraining himself from the pleasure that was within arm’s reach and overstimulating himself until any touch caused his body to jerk aggressively.
George never told Dream. He decided he never would, but after Dream said he wanted George to be his, the dam was close to breaking.
“We could try again,” George concluded with a reassuring smile, willing to revive their little arrangement to satisfy Dream. The blonde had George wrapped around his finger, and Dream knew it considering the way a dopey grin overtook his features and he immediately fell into George’s lap. “Careful, Dream!”
“Missed you,” Dream mumbled into George’s neck. The position was uncomfortable, and if anyone were to walk in they would undoubtedly judge the way a six-foot man was curled into a much shorter man’s lap. George found himself apathetic to that thought, distracted by the way Dream’s teeth nibbled at his neck and sucked the skin in between his teeth. George groaned, gripping Dream’s hips until the blonde released the skin and ghosted his breath over it to soothe the soon-to-be bruise.
“Fuck, Dream, so needy,” George grunted, pulling Dream’s hips down. They both moaned at the friction and ground their clothed dicks against each other. “You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you? We’ve never done anything like this in person and you’re not even fazed in the slightest.”
George on the other hand was more than fazed by this. He didn’t expect this to happen so suddenly. He knew it would inevitably happen, one of them would crack and give in. George knew it would be Dream.
“Please, Sir,” Dream whimpered against George’s neck and he growled, finally crashing his lips against Dream’s. Hearing the honorific in person was thrilling and Dream’s desperate tone in his ear would quickly become a life necessity. Dream whined against George’s lips, kissing the man back with just as much passion. George prodded his tongue against Dream’s lips and the blonde parted his lips immediately, allowing George access. George pushed his tongue in between Dream’s lips and their tongues twirled around each other. Dream rutted against George’s hip and cried out, breaking the kiss to throw his head back.
“You sound so pretty for me, angel. Let me hear you,” George commanded quietly, the hands on Dream’s hips guiding them as he essentially rode George’s thigh. One particular thrust caused Dream to let out a broken sob, scrambling to grip George’s shoulders and burying his face into the man’s neck. Each breath Dream let out was a quiet whimper as his hips stuttered slightly.
“Close… Close…” Dream panted and George grinned delightedly, a thumb slipping underneath Dream’s t-shirt and rubbing gentle circles into the skin of his hip.
“So close already, Dream? That’s okay, you’ve earned it,” George whispered, lifting his leg a bit just to hear the hitch in Dream’s breath. He felt the blonde’s cock twitch desperately, confined in his boxers and sweatpants, and an obscene thought popped into George’s head. He smirked, “Gonna mess your pants, Dream? I’m not gonna help you, I’m yours to use to get off. Either you come untouched or not at all.”
Dream pulled back and looked at George with blown pupils, bottom lip quivering as he begged George with his eyes. “Please touch me, George, it’s not… It’s not enough, please.”
“You need to listen to me before I rethink this entire thing.” It was an empty threat and they both knew it but in Dream’s stupefied state, the blonde shook his head frantically and increased the speed of his thrusts. George hummed in satisfaction. “Good boy, Dream. Such a good boy.”
“Oh, fuck, Sir. Say that again, please, m’so cl– close,” Dream gasped, his hips stuttering. George looked down and groaned at the sight of Dream leaking into his sweatpants, creating a circle that darkened the grey fabric. He was so wet that the pre-come seeped through both his boxers and pants.
“You’re my good boy, so wet for me. Leaking so much…” George praised softly, leaning forward to trail kisses down Dream’s stubbly jaw. “Come for me, pretty boy. I know you can do it.”
Dream tensed on George’s lap and placed both of his hands behind him on the man’s knees, Dream’s hip movements pausing before his thighs squeezed around George’s own. His head tipped backwards as he released in his sweatpants with a broken sob. His hip thrust upwards as he rode out his orgasm, his blonde fringe stuck to his forehead from the sweat. George’s eyes raked over Dream’s blissed-out features, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and soft whimpers slipping from his swollen lips. It was rewarding to watch his best friend fall apart for him, but something was missing that George couldn’t quite place.
George tangled his fingers through Dream’s hair and yanked his head forward gently, crashing their lips together once more in a bruising kiss. “Did so well, Dream. So proud of you, baby.”
“Geoooorge…” Dream whined against George’s lips, pulling back with a fucked out grin playing on his own lips. George cocked his head to the side, raising an expectant eyebrow. “Now it’s your turn!”
“It’s okay, Dream, I can–”
“Get on the bed,” Dream demanded uncharacteristically once he climbed out of George’s lap and George almost told him off for bossing him around. He wanted to put Dream back in his place, but something was restraining him from doing so. He silently obeyed, standing up with wobbly legs. He plopped onto the edge of his bed and watched Dream carefully. Dream smirked, pushing George’s thighs apart so he could stand between them. “You deserve a reward, Sir. You treated me so well… Let me take care of you now.”
George couldn’t say no to that. He nodded eagerly, looking up at Dream desperately. “I’d love that, Dream. Thank you.”
“Mhm, now scoot up and lay back.” Dream pulled off his sweatpants and underwear, cringing as the cool air hit his spent dick. He threw his spoiled clothing items onto George’s desk chair and waited for George to follow his instructions.
George briefly got distracted by seeing Dream’s dick for the first time before complying, shifting until he was in the middle of his bed and falling back into the pile of pillows near his headboard. Dream smiled and climbed onto the bed, settling himself in between George’s spread legs. He hooked his thumbs under George’s own sweatpants and underwear, looking up at George and seeking permission. George rolled his eyes.
“Do you think I’m gonna say no? Take them off,” George mumbled, wincing when Dream swatted his thigh as a warning. The blonde finally pulled George’s bottoms off, tossing them onto the chair where his own clothes were. George’s cock stood proudly, red and swollen as it ached to be touched. He thrust upwards in search of any friction. “Come on, Dream. Touch me.”
“Now who’s the needy one?” Dream teased with a smirk, and George shuddered at the condescending lilt. Being talked to like that was arousing, a deep and fiery tightness in his lower abdomen. Dream finally crawled closer, placing one of his large hands on George’s hip and nearly engulfing it in his grip. His thumb was centimeters away from where George needed the touch most, the digit caressing his skin gently as he leaned down. Dream hovered over George’s dick before finally parting his lips and letting a string of saliva fall from his lips and coat the shiny tip of George’s cock.
“Holy shit, Dream. That’s h– hot,” George stuttered, cock twitching with interest at the act of being spat on. Dream just smirked, finally, finally wrapping his large hand around George’s dick.
“Oh yeah?” Dream questioned, a hint of tantalization in his tone and he rubbed his thumb over the head of George’s cock. He gathered the saliva mixed with pre-come and used it as lube to smear over his shaft. George moaned outwardly, mindlessly fucking into Dream’s tight fist. His eyes screwed in pleasure, fingers gripping his bedsheets until his knuckles turned white with the grasp.
“Yeah, fuck, Dream. S– So good,” George slurred, gasping when Dream let another glob of spit dribble onto his cock. George tangled his fingers into his own hair, groaning when he gripped at the strands and he kept thrusting into Dream’s fist. He was so close to the edge, falling deeper and deeper into a headspace he had craved for so long. Dream was allowing George to lose control. Dream wanted it to. George let out a needy whimper when he felt Dream’s grip loosening.
The dam broke and his mind muddled before he knew what was happening. He fell into that state of mind he so desperately desired and he felt tears prickling in his eyes, bottom lip quivering as he thrust into Dream’s loose grip. “N– No, Dream. I was so close…”
“I know what you want, George, and I’m giving it to you. I’m gonna get you so close to the edge and then stop everything just to watch you writhe in desperation,” Dream murmured hotly into George’s ear. He gently bit at the bruise he made earlier and George groaned, body jerking at the pleasant pain. “Can you handle that, Sir?”
Dream using the honorific in such a dominant position had George reeling and he nodded quickly. “Please, Dream. Edge me.”
Dream gave a taunting laugh before tightening his grip on George’s cock once more and stroking him at an increased speed. George arched his back, already feeling the warm tension in his lower stomach and he drew his hips back in warning. “Close again. So close, fuck, Dream…”
“Good job, Sir. Thank you,” Dream said in a voice dripping with honey that made George shiver in anticipation. Dream removed his hand from George’s dick and rubbed soothing circles into his hip with a thumb. George finally let the tears fall freely, painting his cheeks as they flowed down his flushed cheeks. He whimpered soft pleas, begging to let go. Dream hummed comfortingly. “You’re doing so good, Sir. You look very pretty crying underneath me.”
“Dream, oh my god,” George groaned, the pink tint that colored his warm cheeks darkening and he hid his face under both hands. Dream clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“No, let me see you,” Dream commanded softly, pulling at George’s wrists until he uncovered his face. George huffed and cast his wet eyes to the side, unable to meet Dream’s gaze. Dream giggled quietly. “We do this one more time and then you can come, ‘kay?”
“God, yes, just… Please,” George begged, wrapping his legs around Dream’s waist until his ankles crossed behind his back. Dream just smiled before swishing more saliva in his mouth, getting ready to spit it onto George’s cock, but George had something else in mind.
“Wait!” George exclaimed when Dream began to lean down, frantically grabbing the man’s wrist. Dream gave George a perplexed look, lips pursed with the spit behind them that threatened to dribble out. He cocked his head and George pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, finally meeting Dream’s confused stare through blurred vision. “Spit in my mouth.”
Dream’s eyes instantly glossed over, irises darker than George had ever seen. He suddenly gripped George’s jaw in a bruising grip, his fingers digging into George’s neck in a way that was sure to restrict airflow if there were more pressure. George opened his mouth wide and Dream hovered above him, giving him a quick wink before lolling his tongue out. George watched in awe as a string of saliva drooled from Dream’s tongue and trickled onto his own tongue. He moaned at the feeling of Dream’s spit in his mouth, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Dream forced George’s mouth shut and George looked back at him senselessly. Dream licked his lips. “Swallow it.”
George obeyed immediately, swallowing and feeling his adam’s apple bob underneath Dream’s firm grip. He then stuck his tongue out to show Dream his empty mouth and Dream hummed in satisfaction. “You’re a little whore, George. Did you know that? Do you wanna come, Sir?”
“Please, Dream. Let me come,” George pleaded, voice fading into a desperate whisper. His cock throbbed at the degradation, leaking at the tip and dribbling down his shaft. He was able to rut against Dream’s bare thigh in their current position and he cried out, pulling the blonde in closer with his legs wrapped around his middle. Dream mercifully wrapped his hand around George’s cock once more, gathering more pre-come from the tip and using it to slick up George’s dick.
George thrust his hips rhythmically in time with Dream’s strokes, feeling that same heat pooling in his stomach as he was nearing release. Dream’s hand was still sprawled out near George’s collarbone and George grabbed his wrist, moving Dream’s hand until it was wrapped around his neck. Dream gasped when he realized what George wanted, applying slight pressure before rasping, “You’re such a freak, George.”
With that, Dream applied more pressure to the side of George’s neck and George felt dizzy, eyes drifting shut as he stilled his hips. Dream’s strokes had increased but George was too mindless to notice, his mind fuzzy as he fell deeper and deeper. Dream thumbed the slit of George’s tip and pleasure immediately flooded through his body, hips thrusting erratically in Dream’s grip as he came with a restrained moan. The white spurts painted George’s shirt and covered Dream’s fingers. When Dream eased his hold on George’s neck, another wave of pleasure shocked his overstimulated body and come spurted from his tip once more. The feeling of oxygen flowing through his lungs again caused George’s head to spin and his eyes fluttered open.
“Hey,” Dream greeted with a smile. The blonde wrapped his lips around his fingers and licked them clean of George’s come, the smaller man watching as Dream got to the last finger then wiped his hand on his shirt. George’s spent dick twitched weakly at the sight and his hooded gaze met Dream’s. “That was intense. Are you okay?”
“Mm… M’fine, that was… So hot, Dream,” George mumbled, words slurring as the aftershocks of the intense orgasm kicked in. He pulled Dream down onto him by his shoulders and buried his face into the blonde’s neck, breathing shakily into the skin. “Sleep time.”
Dream was about to say something, but George quickly cut him off. The tear streaks on his cheeks and dried come on his shirt could wait. “We can clean up after we sleep. Goodnight.”
“You’re disgusting, George,” Dream laughed, but listened to George’s orders and allowed himself to relax on top of George as they drifted to sleep.