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“Twenty four,” Dream says out loud, a calloused hand slowly trailing down George’s sun-soaked back.
“What?” George raises his head and looks up from Dream’s lightly damp chest, his eyes squinting slightly from the warm rays of afternoon sun draping their entire room.
Dream settles his palm on George’s slightly bruised hip, “You have twenty four moles,” he daintily explains, “and two birthmarks.”
“Huh,” Dream could feel the flutter of George’s wispy laughs near his nipple, breath hot and dangerously close. “How did you even come up with that oddly specific number?”
Dream pulls George further up from his torso with his arm until the brunet’s face is buried in his neck, their limbs tangled with blankets, hair damp and bodies sticky from sweat. Dream raises his other hand to steal George’s, interrupting the lazy circles being drawn on his chest, and clumsily plays with it. He twists their fingers together in an attempt to further press more of George’s skin on his, not minding the light sheen on their bodies.
“When you were away, I tried to enumerate all of them,” Dream starts explaining, “so I made a mental list and only counted, like, seventeen.”
“From memory?” George questions as he tucks his face further into Dream’s neck, his lips ghosting small kisses on the slightly salty skin.
Dream chuckles to himself slightly, trying to remember the method to his madness. “I had some help from the bank.”
“Ah,” George exhales in amusement. “The bank.” It’s an inside joke: The bank is Dream’s Hidden photo album.
“Thanks for the deposit, by the way. The bank loved it,” Dream says while pressing a feathered kiss onto George’s forehead.
George hums in acknowledgment, “Anytime.” He adds a question: “So where did you find the other ones you missed?”
Dream hears George let out a surprised gasp as he carefully flips the both of them, with George on his back and in between his legs, both of their hands slotted with each others’. Dream leans to kiss the bridge of George’s nose, “You have freckles here, but I didn’t include them,” he breathes, then leans in closer as he starts counting, kissing the two faint dots that’s on George’s left cheek, “There’s two here.”
Dream could feel George’s breath starting to get lighter, but he continued his count, moving on from George’s face to his neck, leaving a small nip on the base, “That’s birthmark number one.”
George instinctively raises his head to make room for Dream, saying nothing but the act lets the blond know that it’s okay to continue. “There’s one mole right here,” Dream whispers, planting a kiss on the sensitive patch of skin underneath George’s right ear, before moving to the other side of George’s throat and proceeding to trace the five moles on the junction of George’s shoulder with his tongue, sliding down to his collarbone, “and there’s five right here, formed like a little line.”
George hums in quiet delectation as goosebumps quickly form to cover the entirety of his flesh. “I have two on my right arm,” he offers quietly.
Dream shushes him, “Don’t disrupt my process, George.” Then, after hearing George’s breath slowly start to calm down, Dream puts an erect nipple in his mouth, lightly licking the raised flesh and releasing it with a small pop, before blowing cool air on it, “There’s another one there.”
George’s body slightly shudders at the sensation, “That’s… eleven,” he sighs in complete pleasure, “and one birthmark.”
“Good boy, George,” Dream coos, before releasing George’s hands to push himself up. He taps George’s hip, “Can you turn for me, please?”
Dream could see George’s body bloom in pink— the love bites he left just an hour ago now bright against the pale expanse of his lover’s chest. He raises his hips slightly to accommodate George’s shifting body under him that was turning abruptly to reveal unmarred skin flushed with pleasure, vast and littered with constellation-like patterns of freckles. Dream sinks back down to straddle George’s ass while slowly tracing the moles he’s spent hours thinking about while George was on a weeklong trip to the UK. He picks one: a heart shaped mole below George’s left shoulder, and then presses an open-mouthed kiss against the warm skin, “This one’s my favorite.”
Dream lingers at the spot for a while, settling his cheek to feel the deep thump of George’s heartbeat from behind. He closes his eyes to breathe in the smell of vanilla and sex and musk on George’s skin from earlier. Dream traced a small cluster of five moles in the middle of George’s back, “These ones are shaped funny. It looks like that one constellation, I like them.”
Dream visits the purpling hue of George’s hip, tracing three moles forming a ‘v’, “Do these hurt?” He asks, peppering soft kisses against the bruised skin.
“No,” George exhales. Dream could hear George’s labored breathing as moves from George’s side to the base of his spine, breath hot on the brunet’s back.
“How much more?” George asks.
“A few more below, then we flip you back,”Dream answers as he slides down lower to face the plump curve of George’s ass. Slowly palming it through the thin cotton of George’s boxer briefs, Dream breathes, “Up, please.”
George raises his ass slowly as Dream thumbs the band of his boxers and pulls them off ever-so gently, revealing a mottled surface of red and purple, a few dustings of yellow from healing bruises, and the small, off-white patch on George’s right ass cheek. He bites on the soft flesh, “Second birthmark.”
George’s breath hitches up as Dream spreads him out slightly, a thumb grazing the cleft of his ass, dangerously close to his hole. “No more, Dream,” he warns. “I’m spent.”
Dream lets out an amused laugh, “You have a mole,” he says. Quickly, he darts a tongue dangerously close to George’s rim, slowly encircling it before tracing back to the beauty mark, “right here.”
The action made George’s body grow rigid, but still too tired to cause an immediate reaction. “You’re insatiable, I hate you.”
“You love me,” he gloats, lightly tapping the curvature of George’s ass, asking him to lay on his back, a nonverbal they’ve grown to know in the time they’ve been together.
George’s half-hard dick brushed the inside of Dream’s leg as he moved to his back. Dream maneuvers to move toward it until George stops him, “I mean it, Dream. I can’t anymore.”
“That’s alright, we only have three more,” Dream reassures George. He adds: “I just want to be thorough.”
Dream presses down onto the top of George’s left leg, “Here’s number twenty-two.” He could see George’s smile as he looked over to meet his gaze.
“That one’s my favorite,” George announces. “It looks like a small comma, see?”
Dream let his body drape onto George’s legs as he leaned closer, “Hm,” he hums in agreement. “I see it.”
Dream grazes the mole, saying nothing, before slowly moving slightly down for the second to the last one. He feels George brace himself, knowing where the next mark is located.
Dream loosely grips George’s dick and lifts upward, “Here’s twenty three,” he says quietly, thumbing the beauty mark that’s right on the frenulum of George’s cock. He swipes on the opening, moving his thumb back to the mole, before leaning in to plant a tiny kiss, “but you already know where it is.”
George’s hands fly to grip Dream’s hair and pulls him away from his cock, “Okay, no more, you promised.”
Dream laughs and pulls away, before putting a hand on the fold of George’s right knee, right where the last mole is located, “Bend, please.”
George bends the leg swiftly, “Oh, that one’s artificial,” George says. “I think my sister stabbed me with a pencil there.”
Dream chuckles, “What? I didn’t know that.” He slinks down the bed even further to press a sweet kiss on the mark, “Did it hurt?”
“No? I don’t remember, I was five, idiot,” George quips.
Dream fakes a coo, “Poor baby,” he mocks, before sitting up to put George’s boxers back, the brunet lifting his ass to help Dream. “Well, that’s the last of it.”
George sits up next to him, “That’s it?”
Dream nods, “That’s it.”
George gives him a small smile, “Huh, twenty four moles and two birthmarks. I didn’t know that.”
“You’re welcome,” Dream cheekily says.
George looks at him, and they exchange knowing looks. Dream immediately registers the thought on George’s face, his entire body lighting up with excitement. “My turn?”
George nods, “If you want to, I guess,” he answers in fake nonchalance.
Dream picks a pillow up, threatening to hit George with it, before George answers back, “I’m joking, I’m joking, come on. Let’s get started.”
They both fall back to bed, where George concludes that Dream has twenty-seven moles, and five birthmarks.
Huh.