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A soft knock breaks through the sound of rushing water and George furrows his brows, casting a short glance into his bedroom to the clock sitting against the wall near his window. It’s late, nearing ten in the evening. Who would possibly be knocking on his door at this time?
With a small, annoyed huff, George turns off his bath water to prevent the tub from overflowing and tightens the ties of his robe. He exits his bathroom and walks across the room to his door, where he unlocks it with a quiet click . The door is pulled open just enough to see who is standing out in the hallway.
Familiar eyes raise to meet his gaze and George’s face melts into a smile. “ Dream .”
“ George .” Dream mocks quietly, his lips turning up into a tender smile that George has missed so very much. The other had been gone for nearly a month, off on a trip George’s father had sent him and multiple other soldiers on to ensure that their borders were secure. Dream normally isn’t told to go but he’d been in charge of training the new knights and George’s father had wanted him to go along to show them the routines.
George’s protection was left in the hands of another seasoned knight, a young man by the name of Sam. He was nice enough. He went on many walks with George, probably a bit too many, but it was the only way that George was able to keep himself busy.
George didn’t know what to do with himself after Dream left. He’d gotten so used to Dream’s presence and when he left, he was left feeling… lost . But now that he’s standing in front of him, safe and sound, George feels the tension that’s been in his body slowly fade away.
George reaches out to grab ahold of the boy’s sleeve and he tugs him into the bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, Dream grabs George’s face and leans down to press a kiss to his lips. A content sigh leaves the brunet’s nose as he presses up into the kiss, his hands finding a place on the taller’s sides.
Dream lets out a small grunt once contact is made with his right side and his muscles tense beneath George’s hand. The brunet is quick to break away from the knight and he looks up at him, brows furrowed in concern.
“Are you hurt?”
“I…” Dream stops himself with a sigh, “It’s nothing serious-- George, love , really. I’m fine.”
George is already moving to untuck Dream’s shirt from his pants. He pulls the fabric up to reveal a large bruise spreading over Dream’s ribs. Dark purples, blues, greens and yellows stain the tanned skin and George frowns deeply, his hand falling to rest on the blond’s hip. He rubs his thumb over the smooth skin just above the hem of his pants.
“What happened?”
Dream wraps gentle fingers around George’s wrist, silently willing the shorter boy to let go of his shirt. The bruise is hidden from George’s view once more. “Just a bit of… unexpected trouble at the west border. We took care of it.”
The prince does not respond as he begins analyzing Dream’s body for any other injuries. Now that he can properly see the knight’s face, he sees a light bruise decorating his left cheekbone, as well as a cut on his forehead near his hairline. His lip harbors a small cut, though it’s closed and obviously isn’t bothering him much if he was able to kiss George.
“George, baby ,” Dream whispers, tone ever-so-gentle as he guides George’s face up to look at him, “I’m alright. I promise. I’ve had worse.”
George scoffs lightly, falling forward into the knight’s chest. His hands rest low on Dream’s hips, being mindful of the bruise underneath his shirt. “Don’t remind me.”
“Sorry.” Dream wraps his arms around George, hugging him tight against his chest. The two men stand there for a moment, simply holding each other, before Dream breaks the comfortable silence, “How has my prince been? Hm?”
George smiles fondly against the blond’s chest, his head shaking a bit. He normally hates being referred to as his title but Dream has always been so adamant on calling him by it. When he had first been introduced to George, he’d seen how annoyed the brunet had gotten when being called “ prince ” and the blond had taken that as a sign to call him by the title as often as possible, just to get on his nerves.
At some point, though, the name stopped being used as a way to get a rise out of the snarky brunet and instead started being used as a term of endearment. A term of love. The name no longer made anger and annoyance bubble up inside of George. Instead, it had started making butterflies erupt within his stomach and a pleasant warmth spread throughout his body. It felt nice, for once, being called by his title.
But by Dream and Dream only, did he like being called “ prince ”. The knight had a way of saying it that made George weak in the knees, that made him undeniably melt. Whether it be in front of his father, or the other knights, or within the crowds of the annual ball they hold every month, the name being uttered from his knight’s lips never fails to make George’s heart flutter in his chest.
However, George’s most favorite way of hearing the term is when they’re in the midst of their most intimate moments, when Dream is pinning him to the plush mattress of his bed. When their sharp gasps and hushed moans create a soft symphony of their love. In those moments, Dream calls George his “ sweet prince ” and it never fails to bring George over that edge of pure bliss. That is George’s favorite time to hear it, and he’s almost positive that it’s Dream’s favorite time to say it.
“I was just about to take a bath.” George murmurs, tilting his head back to look up at his knight.
“Oh?” Dream bites back a smirk and George snorts.
“Yes,” he replies through a smile, “Would you like to join me, love?” The prince asks gently, his fingers fiddling with the hem of Dream’s shirt.
Dream hums. “Well, since you’re asking, I might as well.”
George rolls his eyes and pulls the blond towards the bathroom, where his bath still awaits. The water is still hot, steam swirling up from the water beneath the small mound of bubbles.
“I’m going to get you a change of clothes.” George says as he walks out of the bathroom. He enters his closet and he pulls open the cupboard in which he keeps Dream’s clothes in. The blond has slowly left a collection of his own clothing in George’s bedroom, leaving it up to the prince to keep them hidden from the servants prying eyes.
He’s done a good job, to be fair. Only one maid has found the clothes, and that was Niki. The girl had only giggled, and offered to wash and return them to George’s room whenever they needed. She promised not to tell anyone of their relationship and she has loyally kept that promise over the past three months that she’s known.
Grabbing a random shirt and a pair of Dream’s favorite sleep pants, George makes his way back to the bathroom.
Dream had already stripped himself down and is now sitting in the tub of hot water, the bubbles covering the majority of his torso. He has the barest hint of a smile on his face, and it only grows once he sees George reenter the bathroom.
“Is it nice?” George asks through a gentle laugh and Dream nods, his cheeks tinted red from the warm water.
“It’ll be even nicer once you’re in here with me, though.” the knight quips and George finds himself rolling his eyes once again.
“Give me a moment, darling.” The name falls easily from George’s lips and out of the corner of his eye, he can see Dream fold his arms on the edge of the tub and rest his chin on his forearms. His smile has softened significantly, in a way that it only does when George uses the love-filled pet names.
George puts the clothing next to his own pile on the marble counter and pushes the bathroom door shut before untying his robe. As he shrugs the garment off, he can feel Dream’s eyes taking in every inch of his bare body and he has to fight to keep the blush from coloring his pale skin. No matter how many times Dream has seen his body, George still manages to get so flustered whenever the blond looks at him.
He lays the soft robe on the counter and approaches the bathtub.
Dream wordlessly offers a hand and George takes it as he steps into the hot water. He lowers himself into Dream’s lap, slender legs on either side of Dream’s hips, and Dream’s hands brush over George’s sides before finding a place on his hips.
“I missed you.” George admits softly, hands settling upon the skin of Dream’s freckled shoulders. He slides his hands up until they meet the small hairs on the back of Dream’s head and the blond leans into the touch.
“I missed you, too,” Dream replies, leaning in to press a brief kiss to the prince’s lips. “All I could think about was coming back to you… I don’t know how I survived, honestly.”
George grins softly. “Well, I’m glad that you did.”
Dream hums gently and leans in for another kiss. “Me too. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, holding the prettiest boy in the world in my lap.”
“Shut up.” George shakes his head, his smile growing and skin coloring with pinks and reds of a blush.
“To make it even better, he’s in my lap and naked .” Dream continues, his lips stretching into a smile so big that it shows the points of his canines; or as Dream likes to call them, his fangs .
George shakes his head and reaches behind himself to grab the small pitcher he uses for rinsing. “You’re such an idiot.”
Dream chuckles. “I just love seeing you get all red.” he pokes the prince’s flushed cheek and he laughs when his hand is lightly smacked.
“Tilt your head back.” George orders, his hand grabbing the blond’s jaw to gently guide his head back. Dream follows without any complaint, his lips still turned up into a smile, and George begins pouring the water over Dream’s hair. A soft hum sounds from the knight’s chest as George runs his fingers through the blond strands in order to get them wet. The pitcher is set aside in favor of the bar of soap.
Working the soap into a lather in his hands, George sets the bar down and begins scrubbing the soap into the darkened hair. He massages the bubbles into Dream’s hair, making sure to get every inch, and even scratches against the boy’s scalp in the way that he knows Dream loves. The soft groan that fills his ears makes him smile fondly. He grabs the pitcher and instructs the boy to tilt his head back once more before rinsing the suds out.
“Your hands are like magic.” Dream mumbles and George smiles. He lathers more soap into his hands before starting on Dream’s body, being mindful of the bruises.
“Where have I heard that before?” he says with a light smirk and Dream snorts faintly, his lips latching onto a patch of skin near George’s collarbone for just a moment before releasing it. The small spot stays red for only a few moments before disappearing.
“I know exactly where you’ve heard that before,” he says, “In fact, I can retell when and where you heard it. Word for word.”
George winces. “Please don’t.”
Dream giggles gently and grabs the bar of soap in his own hands. “You’re so shy, my prince. Why?”
“I dunno.” George mumbles, his head leaning into his lover’s hands as Dream begins washing his hair. His lashes flutter and he sighs, his muscles relaxing.
Dream spends probably a bit too long washing his hair before he rinses the bubbles out with the pitcher. He grabs the soap again and begins washing George’s body, hands rubbing over his neck and shoulders. His hands trail down the brunet’s arms, where he grabs George’s delicate hand within his own and kisses his knuckles, one by one.
“I love you so much, my prince,” Dream murmurs against the bumps of George’s knuckles. “ My sweet prince .”
George makes a soft, breathy sound in the back of his throat at the name. His face flushes and he falls forward to hide his face in his knight’s neck. Dream noses against the boy’s shoulder with a deep chuckle. He kisses the soft skin and begins washing George’s pale, freckled back. His touch trails lower, hands dipping under the water, and he delivers a careful squeeze to protruding hip bones. Bringing one of his hands to George’s front, Dream brushes his knuckles against George’s lower stomach.
“Can I touch you, my love?” Dream asks, his tone soft and even, and George nods against his shoulder. His body stays lax against Dream’s own, one of his arms wrapped around the blond’s neck while his other hangs over the edge of the tub.
Dream dips his hand lower and wraps his fingers around George’s cock. It’s soft, not hard in the slightest, but as Dream rubs the pad of his thumb over the underside of the head and kisses the prince’s neck, he feels George twitch in interest.
“I’ve missed touching you, baby,” Dream sighs, leaving a tender kiss beneath George’s ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed feeling you in my hands.”
George makes a small sound against Dream’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Missed it, too.” he tells him and it is the truth. No matter how many times George had touched himself while Dream was away, it was never the quite same. His hand doesn’t wrap around himself as well as Dream’s does, nor do his fingers reach as deep as Dream’s can.
Being with Dream has made it difficult for George to pleasure himself to his satisfaction.
But he supposes that’s the point, isn’t it?
“Yeah?” Dream murmurs. He slides his hand down to the base of George’s cock, giving a gentle squeeze. He captures the lobe of George’s ear with his teeth, sucking the soft skin into his mouth. He releases it with a slick pop.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone, honey?”
George shudders. “Wasn’t the same,” he voices his earlier thoughts, “Doesn’t feel as good.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here, baby,” Dream coos, “I’m here now, lovely. I’ve got you, my sweet prince.”
With George’s cock now half hard, Dream begins stroking the length at a slow pace to bring the boy to full hardness. He slides his hand down to the base before bringing it back up, tightening his fingers once he reaches the tip. George lets out a soft moan, his hips twitching into the movements, and he feels Dream smile against his jaw.
“When did you last finger yourself, Georgie?”
George thinks for a moment, his brain struggling to catch up. “...A-A couple nights ago.”
Dream kisses the angle of his jaw. “Okay,” he breathes out and George shudders as the breath hits his damp skin. “I think we’re both a bit too tired for anything but this tonight, baby.”
George lets out a whine even though he knows Dream is right. He is quite tired, and he’s sure Dream is, too, after his long journey back home.
“I know, honey, I know,” Dream chuckles, “I promise I’ll fuck you nice and good tomorrow night, okay?”
The words cause a jolt of arousal to run through George’s body and his cock twitches in Dream’s hand.
Dream smirks against the flushed skin of George’s neck. “I’ll fuck you so good tomorrow, you won’t even be able to walk afterwards. How’s that sound? Hm?”
“Yes, yes , please.” George breathes out, his hips thrusting into the knight’s curled fingers. Dream groans softly and gently pushes George’s hips back just enough so that his own hardened cock is let free from underneath the boy’s weight.
“C’mere, lovely.” Dream tugs the prince close and their cocks brush against one another once George is back in his previous position.
George whimpers as Dream wraps a hand around the both of them and delivers a deliciously slow stroke. His body falls back into Dream’s chest with a breathy moan.
“Feels good, Dreamie.” George whispers into the blond’s collarbone. “You feel so good.”
Dream chokes out a quiet moan of his own, his grip tightening around their cocks. He twists his wrist at the heads, his palm rubbing over their sensitive tips, and his hips jump up at the contact. The water spills over the side of the tub, trickling onto the floor, but neither men are concerned in the slightest as they get themselves off.
George dips his own hand under the water to wrap his hand around Dream’s, guiding his hand to move faster as gasps escape his red-bitten lips.
“ Fuck ,” Dream’s voice is low and raspy, “I’m never leaving you again. My sweet boy, my sweet prince. ”
George whines, his teeth grabbing onto the skin of Dream’s neck. The pinch makes Dream utter out a moan. Somewhere in the back of his mind, George knew it was impossible for Dream to stay forever, but in the moment, it’s exactly what he needs to hear. He doesn’t want Dream to leave again, not for that long. It was basically torture .
“More, Dream, more ,” George gasps, his hips moving to rub his own cock against Dream’s. His tip dips below Dream’s cock head and rubs against the ridge before moving back up. The movement pulls a sharp gasp from the knight that melts into a moan.
Dream jerks them both off at a quick pace, his heavy pants mixing with George’s whimpers and moans. Their hips move eagerly against each other, working tirelessly towards their release.
“M’close. Dreamie, fuck, darling.” George’s hand wraps around Dream’s wrist, blunt nails digging into the skin.
“Hold on, baby,” Dream tells him, his hand moving impossibly faster. “Hold on just-- just a little longer, okay?”
George squeezes his eyes shut, feeling a few tears leak from his eyes and roll down his cheeks as he holds himself back from coming. His nails dig deeper into Dream’s wrist while his other hand buries itself in the blond’s hair, pulling roughly at the strands. The harsh pull drags a delicious groan from Dream.
A second passes, then two, then three and four before Dream’s muscles start to tense up.
“Okay, sweet boy. Cum for me, honey.” Dream rushes out the words and George lets out a quiet sob as he finally allows himself to let go. His thighs tremble and his toes curl as he releases into the warm bath water. Dream follows seconds after, letting out a sinful moan as his own cum mixes in with the dirtied bath water.
George lies again Dream’s chest, muscles trembling from both his orgasm and the rapidly cooling water. He sniffles gently and nuzzles his face against Dream’s collarbone.
“You okay, Georgie?” Dream asks quietly, his hand coming up to rub the back of the prince’s neck.
George nods a little, not trusting his voice quite yet. He shifts in Dream’s lap, feeling his legs ache from being in the same position for so long.
“Yeah, I’m okay, love.”
He raises his head to look at Dream and quickly notices that the blond’s eyes are also red and glassy. Normally, he’d let out a small, lighthearted giggle at the fact that they both cried during their orgasms, but instead George just leans forward to capture his lover’s lips within his own. Dream sighs into the kiss and brings his hand up to cup George’s jaw.
“I love you.” George states once they break apart, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.
Dream smiles, his thumb brushing under George’s eye. “I love you.”
George goes in for another kiss before they pull apart and the brunet looks down at the lukewarm bath water, his nose scrunching up a bit in disgust.
“We should get out… This is kind of gross.”
Dream wheezes faintly. “Yeah, this is-- this is disgusting.”
George reaches behind them to pull the drain and as the water slowly empties from the tub, the water is turned back on just long enough to rinse off their bodies before they get out of the tub. They make quick work of getting dried off and dressed into their sleep clothes. The two men stand next to each other while they brush their teeth and then they take turns brushing each other’s hair. While George is brushing the back of his hair, Dream notices the deep teeth marks the prince had left on the area where his neck and shoulder meet and he proceeds to tease him, to which he receives a middle finger to the face.
Despite the teasing he had gotten, George insists on taking a few minutes to clean the cut on Dream’s forehead, as well as the previously unseen cuts littering his knuckles. He smoothes a healing ointment over the wounds before they leave the bathroom and crawl into George’s warm bed.
Dream is quick to pull George into side and George doesn’t complain one bit as he pushes his face into Dream’s neck. He sighs contentedly, happy to finally have his lover sleeping next to him, holding him , once again.
The room is engulfed in silence once they settle into bed and George’s eyes flutter shut, his body fully relaxed for the first time in weeks.
He breaks the silence after a good minute or so. “You better keep your word about tomorrow night. We have a lot of time to make up for.”
Dream’s chest bounces with silent laughter and he smooths a hand over the back of George’s head. “I will, honey.”
“I expect the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“Are you implying that all of our sex as been bad so far?”
“That is not what I said, you absolute idiot.”
Dream chuckles, his fingers trailing down George’s clothed back.
“ I promise ,” he stresses the words, “That I will give you the best sex of your life tomorrow night.”
George presses a tender kiss against the dark mark he’d left by accident, sighing softly against the skin. “Good.” he mumbles, wiggling impossibly closer to the blond. “Love you, Dreamie.”
“I love you, my sweet prince. Goodnight.”
George falls asleep with the faintest of smiles on his face and his lover’s shirt gripped tightly in his fist.