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George’s first day in Florida had gone exactly as he’d hoped.
When he arrived at the airport and made his way through the terminals and into baggage claim, he was immediately taken into a bone-crushing hug by Dream. Dream towered above him, pressing George’s head into his neck and upper chest as he squeezed tightly.
He breathed in Dream, a deep, musky smell coming from his neck where he’d most likely dabbed on some cologne. It made George feel warm, he was important enough that Dream had put in the effort to wear cologne.
George’s soul bond pulsed, as it always did when he was anxious or interacting with Dream. It felt strange this time though, like he’d been dropped into a pool of hot lava. Fire ran through his veins as his chest throbbed for a moment.
When people are born they have a couple of soulmates; there are platonic and romantic soulmates. George found his soul bond pulsed for both Dream and Sapnap, though it pulsed with heat when he spoke to Dream and felt like he was dancing to some loud bass-pumping music when he spoke to Sapnap.
George knew he’d found soulmates in the two, but he’d forever been convinced they were both his platonic soulmates and he was just feeling things weirdly with Dream. It’s not as if they knew how everyone’s individual soul bonds felt so he didn’t have a frame of reference.
“George,” Dream breathed out, muffled into the brunette’s hair.
“Dream,” George replied, his chest warm and his cheeks warmer.
They stayed still for a moment before they finally broke apart, Dream’s large, muscular arms dropping to his sides as George followed their movements with his eyes. Dream’s arms were hairy, Dream was a generally hairy guy - George knew that - but he didn't remember just how hairy Dream actually was.
Dream’s freckles dotted his face delicately, the spattering as if someone flicked a paint brush against his skin. The freckles travelled down to his broad chest and peeked out from the neckline of his shirt. Dream’s dirty blonde hair fell in waves down his face, long and wild - perfect for Dream, George thought.
Everything about Dream was so big. His arms were large and he was tall and broad; George couldn’t help but imagine that everything was big, and the warmth on his face grew. His crush on Dream had only grown as the day he would arrive in Florida had drawn closer, and it had all culminated in his heart fluttering and his mind wandering at their first meeting.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Dream said, snapping George back into reality. Dream held a wide grin on his gorgeous face, his teeth on display.
As George looked closer, he noticed that Dream’s seemed to have a bit of a point to some of them, specifically his canines which seemed larger than normal. His mind quickly drifted from it though, as Sapnap tapped George on the shoulder.
Sapnap hugged George next, pressing him into a familiar squeeze that he remembered from when the shorter man had visited him previously. George’s soul bond thrummed happily, another familiar feeling that he was happy to return to.
“Welcome home, man, good to see you again,” Sapnap grinned. He ruffled George’s hair and gestured for Dream and George to follow him to the airport car park.
They made their way back to the Dream Team house through the Floridian traffic, constantly stopping and starting on the endless roads. The traffic was unbearable, and Dream swore a couple of times as cars swerved in front of him and made him slam on the breaks. It wasn’t a pleasant drive, but George was with the two people he cared about most, so he couldn’t care less about the journey.
George’s soul bond throbbed once again, the car suddenly feeling suffocatingly hot. His body burnt up for a brief couple of seconds, like a sudden fever that he couldn’t sweat out. His soul bond had never reacted this way, had never pulsed so hard with such longing before; sure he had gotten hot flushes before but he had never felt like his body was on fire.
George’s soul bond tended to be most active when he was talking to Dream, and sure, that could mean anything, but George had hoped that it meant Dream was his soulmate. Hope that he doubted was true, he believed Dream was his platonic soulmate more than anything. Even so, his soul bond shouldn’t be lighting him on fire when they touch. When soulmates find their match it's usually a long throbbing sensation in their chest, only ceasing when they finally connect with their partner in a meaningful way.
George scoffed at his body, rubbing his chest subtly as he made eye contact with Sapnap in the rearview mirror. Sapnap smirked at the motion, knowing all about how George had a massive crush on Dream and how his soul bond was always active with him, but if he knew anything about Dream’s side of things he hadn’t shared it.
George had noticed his soul bond with Dream had gotten stronger over time, the feeling of heat burning his chest only increasing as their friendship grew and they got closer. He hadn’t done much research into soulmates aside from what he’d been taught in class in school but he knew that was something that could happen.
Finally, they arrived at the house. Dream pulled into the garage, parked the car and let everyone get out He opened the door for George and bowed dramatically to elicit a laugh, earning a few giggles out of the brunette.
Dream pulled George’s luggage out of the boot and brought it to the garage door, unlocking it and swinging it open. He stepped inside and held the door open for George, reluctantly letting Sapnap in after with a laugh.
George entered the house to a massive living room, two couches facing a giant TV surrounded by bookshelves that were filled to the brim with novels Dream had collected over the years and ones that were worn, seemingly from his childhood.
“Would you like a tour?” Dream asked, putting George’s heavy suitcases down for a moment, though he didn’t look like he’d been straining.
“Maybe tomorrow,” George replied. “I’m so tired, I kinda want to just go to bed.”
Dream nodded and started to walk forward, assuming that George would be following behind him. Dream led George through the house, up some stairs and to his bedroom, opening the door for him and placing the two suitcases at the foot of the bed.
It was a large room, a queen-sized bed sitting against the back wall with a bathroom attached to it. The walls were a comforting cream colour, and the bed was adorned with baby blue sheets. The wall of storage had mirrors running across it that reflected the bed and nightstands.
“I’m done, I think,” George mumbled, flopping down onto the bed face-first.
“Sleep time then? It’s pretty early, you should try and stay up later tomorrow to adjust better,” Dream replied, looking at his phone to check the time. “You get ready for bed - we’ll be down in the living room you saw when you came in if you want to say goodnight.”
Dream left the room with a smile, his large, hulking figure slipping out of the door soundlessly. George unzipped one of his suitcases and located his pyjamas, slipping on the shorts and long t-shirt, the t-shirt’s hem covering that of his shorts.
“I need new pyjamas,” George grumbled to himself, finding the hamper in the adjourning bathroom and chucking his clothes from the flight in there.
He slunk out of the room and down the stairs. He followed the route Dream had taken him to get to his bedroom and located the living room, where Dream and Sapnap lay on some couches watching the TV. Some sport was playing, but it was clear it was just background noise.
“Goodnight,” George’s voice cut through the air as he waved a little. Dream and Sapnap’s heads snapped towards him at the squeak and they both smiled, warmth radiating from the looks.
“Goodnight, George,” Sapnap said, waving at him from the couch. He had a weary look in his eyes as if he’d just had a conversation he’d rather not have been present for. George knew that look well, it was the same look Sapnap always housed after listening to George rant about his crush on Dream and how badly being his platonic soulmate was hurting him.
Dream stood up and crossed the room, reaching George and opening his arms. George rolled his eyes but opened his arms back, Dream stepped in to close the distance with a tight hug. With the grin on Dream’s face when George had accepted him, George was positive that if the blond had a tail it’d be wagging.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Dream muttered lowly, loud enough for only George to hear it. Dream’s voice sent chills down George’s spine, the hair on his arms raised and his cheeks red with warmth.
His soul bond pulsed at the touch, licking heat around his heart and squeezing the organ tighter than Dream’s arms ever could. George supposed the way his soul bond reacted around Dream was the result of falling for your platonic soulmate, squeezing his heart to hurt the way heartbreak does.
“I’m glad I’m here too,” George whispered back, and Dream squeezed him a little tighter.
Dream let George go and the brunette wandered back up to his bedroom, not paying attention to the rest of his house on his way. He made a beeline for his bed and promptly passed out, forgetting to set alarms on his phone.
-
George awoke groggily and stumbled out of his room, his shirt hiked up and caught on his short’s waistband and his hair a mess. He felt gross, like he’d just slept for a week and his bones were weary.
“Morning, princess,” Dream chuckled as George fumbled into the kitchen, sitting down on a barstool at the island in the centre of the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah,” George scoffed, rubbing his eyes to clear them of sleep and properly looking at Dream.
It was clear Dream hadn’t shaved that morning, but the amount of hair he’d grown overnight was astounding. His stubble was long, it would take George a good couple of days to match the length. Dream’s wild hair was unbrushed and sticking all over the place, fluffy and free. George wanted to run his fingers through Dream’s hair.
Dream reached over to hand George a plate of whatever he’d been making. When their hands touched, George felt his soul bond pulse. The burn trailed down his arm from his chest and evaporated where their hands touched, the contact only fleeting but the sensation lasting.
George flicked his eyes up to meet Dream’s, who had a strange look on his face. His eyes were focused and low, and as they bore into George’s the brunette could feel tension wrapping them up in a blanket, sectioning them off from the world and shrouding them in the darkness held in Dream’s eyes.
George let himself drink up the tension, making small movements in his seat that Dream followed with his eyes. George looked away, looking everywhere but Dream’s face, but still felt his eyes on his skin, as if they were undressing him quickly and roughly.
George blushed and cleared his throat. He reached for his cutlery and broke the tension like he was cutting into his eggs on toast.
“What’ve you got?” George asked, taking a bite of the meal and biting back a moan. Freshly cooked food never tasted as good as when it was the first meal after a long flight.
“Sausages, bacon, eggs and more sausages,” Dream laughed, putting more sausages onto his plate from the pan. There were 6 sausages on his plate, which George would consider an absurd amount.
Must be all the working out he’s been doing lately, George thought to himself. Dream had been working out, letting George know that he’d gotten bigger since the last photos George had seen of him. He’d been muscular then, so George truly wasn’t prepared for just how big Dream was when he met him.
“You eat a lot of meat, compensating for something?” George casually chucked in, causing Dream to splutter and cough, choking on his eggs for a brief second.
“Trust me, I have nothing to compensate for,” Dream adds back as smoothly as he can for a man with egg on his shirt.
They finished breakfast unceremoniously, but the entire time all George could think about was Dream can’t seriously be that confident in his size, right?
It plagued his thoughts, as he watched Dream take bite after bite out of his numerous sausages his brain was circulating thoughts of just how big Dream was and how good he could feel. George was a self-professed size queen, and until he met him, he was sure Dream wouldn’t be big enough for him, but he’d started questioning it the second he’d seen the blonde’s hulking figure. Now, he was questioning it even more.
“I’m gonna go edit, see you later?” Dream asked, having taken George’s plate and cleaned it whilst George was fantasising about his cock.
“Yeah, see ya,” George croaked out weakly, earning a strange look from Dream before the man turned on his heel and walked in the direction of the stairs.
-
A couple of days later, George’s jetlag was slowly wearing off, he tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to wake Sapnap by closing his door too loudly. He moved from his bedroom to Dream’s, stopping at the door and deciding whether to knock or not. Eventually, he decided against it, and slowly opened the door.
He expected to see Dream in bed, under the covers all snuggled up and on his phone, but what he wasn’t expecting to see was the window wide open and no Dream in sight. He looks around the room and walks into the bathroom, expecting to find him there but there was still no Dream.
George exited the room, closed the door behind him and walked aimlessly around the house. He considered calling out for Dream but he knew he would find him in plain sight if he was in the house, the man wasn’t able to hide well.
He must’ve gone out the window… But why on earth would he have done that? George thought to himself as he checked the main living room. There was no Dream on the couch, no Dream in the kitchen, and it was looking like no Dream in the house at all.
George wandered back to his bedroom, deciding to stay awake and wait for Dream to come back home, interested to see why Dream had left through his window and what was so pressing to make him leave in such a manner.
A couple of hours passed before George was startled awake by the slamming of a window. He’d fallen asleep on his phone with his messages open to Dream, having dozed off just as he sent a message to Dream asking if he was ok.
The brunette groggily got up from his bed and wandered down the hallway, being a lot less quiet this time. He knocked on Dream’s door, waited until he heard a quiet, “Come in,” and entered.
Dream stood in the corner of his room, holding a t-shirt and wearing nothing but pyjama pants. He looked magnificent in the darkened lighting of the room, the single lamp illuminating his body and showing off the toned lines that sculpted his torso.
Dream was truly a work of art.
“You’re back,” George said, his voice hushed but calm. He crossed his arms in the entryway to Dream’s room before Dream beckoned him in and motioned for him to shut the door behind him. He did so and moved to Dream’s desk, lazily straddling the chair as he lay his weary head against the headrest.
“Yes,” Dream replied awkwardly. He pulled on the shirt he was holding and George managed one final appraisal of the man’s body. The way his chest and arms flexed as he pulled on the fabric was so alluring that George darted a tongue out nervously to wet his lower lip as he found himself biting down hard on it.
“Where did you go?” George questioned.
“To the park. I like going there at night sometimes,” Dream answered, though George could tell from his tone that he was masking something.
The warm light of the rising sun now peaking through the still-open blinds, hiding the dipping full moon. This small peek out of the window alerted George that it was late - very late - at night, so why was Dream out exploring into the early hours? George scrunched his nose in confusion and questioned Dream some more.
“And you had to leave through the window for that?” George asked, his tone demanding an answer, preferably a truthful one.
“Yeah, I don’t like waking you guys with the front door,” Dream responds, dry and uneventful as if it was the most obvious answer there could be. “Now, I might head to sleep, do you want anything before I go to bed?”
The way Dream spoke wasn’t dismissive, more genuine, as if he really did want to know if George needed anything. Why else would he have snuck into his bedroom in the first place?
“Hug,” George replied, getting up and wandering over to Dream.
Dream chuckled and reciprocated the hug, pulling the smaller man in for a tight squeeze. George’s soul bond pulsed with heat, but in a more subdued manner, as if his soul needed the hug too. The hug was kind, friendly and full of care, everything George personally needed at that moment.
“Thanks,” he breathed and shuffled out of the room.
-
“Twilight, New Moon or Eclipse, those are your options,” George announced to Dream, flicking over to the title on Netflix.
“I guess I’ll go with Eclipse then,” Dream replied dryly. They’d watched Twilight and New Moon the other day, so it wasn’t like Dream wanted to watch either of those again.
They sat on the couch in close proximity, both huddled under a blanket. Sapnap had left for the evening to go and visit Punz, as he did every so often. The house felt emptier when he wasn’t around, as George was so used to it being the three of them, but he still adored his alone time with Dream.
As the movie title played, Dream shifted out from under the blanket, gently pushing it to the side and covering George with it even more.
“Too hot,” Dream said, earning a puzzled look from the brunette. The house was always kept at a freezing temperature because Dream supposedly ran hot, but this was the first time George had seen an example of Dream being too warm for something.
He supposed it made sense, as he always saw Dream wearing thin, light sweats or shorts with a short-sleeved t-shirt. Why did Dream run so warm though, was there something wrong with his hormones that he couldn’t regulate his body temperature properly? George thought Dream should probably go to a doctor and get it checked out.
The movie droned on in the background of George’s thoughts, and when he snapped back into focus a scene where the characters were in a tent was playing. Jacob - the werewolf - was warming Bella up with his natural body heat.
George watched the scene with rapt interest. Something about it had his attention, and it wasn’t until the scene had finished that he realised why; it was like Dream.
The movie played on and finished uneventfully, but the whole time George’s brain was swirling. Werewolves are warm, werewolves are hairy, werewolves are big, played in his head, going through all the various traits of werewolves that he remembered.
“See you tomorrow?” Dream asked, switching off the TV and getting up to leave.
“Yeah, goodnight!” George replied, pushing past him and rushing back to his room. He had some research to do.
-
After furiously researching for an hour, George had come to a conclusion that he felt quite certain about.
Dream was a werewolf.
It all made sense; the hulking size of him, his hairiness, running warm, eating lots of meat, disappearing through his window - George was mad at himself for not realising sooner. Sure, it sounded absolutely insane to have convinced himself that his best friend of many years and soulmate was a werewolf, but it just made sense.
He needed to tell Dream that he knew.
It probably wasn’t the best idea to tell him, but if he was going to be living with him forever George needed Dream to know that he didn’t have to hide and lie about where he was going at night. George was sure it wasn’t fun having to hide a side of himself around others.
He left his bed, padding across the room and putting his phone on his desk as he figured he wouldn’t need it. He left the room, quietly walking down the hallway and knocking on Dream’s door. When he heard the soft sound of Dream calling for him to enter he opened the door, walking in and surveying the scene.
Dream was laid in bed on his phone, just as George had expected him to be the night he had disappeared through his window. The covers were pulled up to his chest but he was clearly in his pyjamas and ready to sleep.
“What’s up?” Dream asked, patting the spot beside him for George to sit on. George moved to the spot, plopping himself down onto Dream’s bed and shuffling closer.
Then, as their bodies touched, heat so intense that it shook George’s body coursed through him, causing him to double over in pain.
“Stupid fucking soul bond, it’s broken, I swear! Dream, it pulses with heat every time we talk or touch, some platonic soul bonds are the fucking worst,” George complained, his voice whiny.
“George, we’re not platonic soulmates,” Dream breathed out, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Uh,” George looked around nervously, his stomach felt like it had dropped to his feet. He was a ball of anxiety and he had no words to say other than, “What do you mean by that?”
“George,” Dream chuckles, saying the brunette’s name like it held the secrets to the universe. “I like you - and I thought you liked me back?”
“I thought- I thought you didn’t like me. I thought-” George mentally cursed himself, thinking of how stupid he was to think his bond would glow that hot for anyone other than his romantic soulmate. “I thought it was platonic.”
Dream laughed at that, hard. He was bowed over in laughter, his wheezing chuckles flooded through the air like music to George’s ears.
“Wow, and Sapnap said I wasn’t being subtle,” Dream replied when he finally could, his laughter had died down and tears had been wiped from his eyes.
“Look!” George started, but cut himself off as he knew there was no coming back from that. He laughed gently and placed his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Yeah, I like you,” he sighed eventually.
The pair sat in silence for a while until George remembered what he came into the room to do; he needed to tell Dream he knew.
“Dream… Look, I have something I want to tell you,” George said, his voice suddenly shaky. He was nervous, he was about to tell Dream something in a confrontational manner and being confrontational always made his body shake with anxiety.
“Yeah?” Dream asked. “Not something bad, right?”
“Not bad, just-” George said, trying to find the words to explain what he wanted to say. “Not bad, I just know something and I need to tell you.”
Dream laughed nervously at that and replied, “Um… Yeah, ok. Shoot.”
“Dream, look, I know you aren’t human, ok?” George said, his voice wavering slightly in his uncertainty. He was certain he was right, but he was uncertain if he should tell the person he was concerned was a monster.
“H-how did you know?” Dream replied after some time, shocking George. He wasn’t expecting Dream to just admit it.
“I-” George stopped. What had clued him in in the first place? “You’re really hairy.”
Dream guffawed, bending over in laughter as he wheezed. George didn’t find the situation as funny as the blonde did, clearly, but he was always amused to hear the person of his affection’s laughter.
“Shut up, it was just the first thing I noticed, ok?” George said, slapping Dream on the arm.
“You’re an idiot,” Dream answered, wiping tears from his eyes.
They sat awkwardly after that, neither of the two knowing what to say. George looked around his bedroom for anything that could be a talking point, but he found no way to segue from the topic of Dream being an actual monster to talking about his t-shirts.
Finally, Dream broke the silence with a small, “Wanna see me in my form?”
George nodded, staring at Dream with wide eyes. He wanted to see the process but he could admit that he was a little scared. What if Dream freaked out and hurt him?
No, Dream would never hurt me, not even as a monster, George reassured himself. It felt truthful, and maybe there was something in their soul bond that would prevent Dream from hurting him, but he knew Dream wouldn’t hurt him anyway. He cared so deeply for the people around him that it was likely he didn’t have a malicious bone in his body towards any of them.
“Ok, but you have to close your eyes,” Dream said, stepping backwards off the bed.
George shut his eyes as Dream moved towards the corner of the room. He heard shuffling noises and the sound of clothes being taken off and dropped to the floor. George tried not to think about the fact that Dream was naked in front of him, and all he had to do was open his eyes to see it. No, he agreed to keep his eyes shut so that’s what he’d do.
Moments passed before he heard bones popping from where he sat, eyes still firmly shut. A low growl pierced through the air and made George’s hair stand on end. George heard a sniffing noise as something came closer to him, assessing him with its nose. The wet nose touched George’s skin for the briefest of seconds and left cold where it was, the sensation sending a shiver down George’s spine.
“Can I open my eyes?” George asked, but had no reply. He opened them anyway.
In front of him was a beast.
The beast was clearly Dream, with dark golden fur covering every inch of its body - except its very exposed genitals - and a hulking figure that matched Dream’s almost exactly. The only differences between the two of them were the beast being more muscled, being a foot or so taller, and the large snout it was sporting.
So that’s a werewolf, George thought to himself. Fuck.
The beast reached out a clawed hand and seemed to caress George’s arm, being gentle with its touch. It ran the padded digits of its fingers down George’s bicep, holding it and pushing gently so George fell back against the sheets.
The beast sniffed around George’s neck, staring him down with wide eyes that were both gentle and cruel. George reached a hand up and ran it through Dream’s fur, patting his head and scratching behind his wolf-like ears. A deep rumble spilled from Dream’s chest, sinking into George’s bones and turning his stomach to jelly.
Heat pulsated in George’s stomach as he felt himself getting hard at just the feeling of the beast - no, Dream - standing over him. He was physically matched tenfold, and the feeling of being overpowered was so incredibly erotic to George.
“Want you,” George squeaked out, surprising himself. Dream moved his head back, as if in shock, before moving closer and licking a stripe along George’s neck.
The beast allowed a single sharp canine to drag along George’s neck, grazing the skin lightly and sending spasms of pleasure shooting through his body. The skin where the beast had been felt cold with the open air, making him all the more sensitive when Dream licked the skin again. He shuddered violently, his whole body feeling the movement as he clutched down on Dream’s fur.
George looked down, surveying Dream’s form. He’d already appreciated this body, but now that it was up closer to him he could see muscles that he hadn’t previously, could appreciate the blending of colours through Dream’s fur that made up a smooth, dark caramel.
George’s eyes trailed even further and widened, falling upon the sight of Dream’s massive cock.
George was sure the size of that thing wasn’t even possible for humans, and he wasn’t sure how the fuck he was gonna fit it. Four of his own fingers would barely stretch him enough, but it was the best he was going to get so he knew he would have to start stretching himself quickly before the beast got impatient.
Dream was already hard, his large red-flushed cock standing alert as a bead of pre-cum pooled at the tip where it fell on George’s clothed stomach. Dream whined as George moved, friction being applied to his cock.
“You wanna fuck me?” George asked, running his hands down Dream’s furry chest. Dream growled lowly and it once again tickled George’s ears, shaking his whole body and sending heat shooting into his abdomen.
“Need to prep myself,” George said, reaching to the side of the bed to grab his lube from the top drawer.
From the look of Dream’s cock he knew he’d have to stretch himself to four fingers, so he began the process as Dream looked on with dark lust in his eyes. He worked his index finger in and out of himself, not bothering to seek pleasure as he wanted to be stretched and on Dream’s cock as soon as possible.
He worked the second finger, then the third, shortly after, speeding through the process with slight pain guiding his actions. The stretch burned when he reached four fingers, but he thought to himself that it was all going to be worth it when he was being fucked by Dream’s massive cock.
He panted as he finished pumping his four fingers in and out of him, tempted to shoot for a fifth but deciding against it as he was so fucking desperate to have Dream inside of him.
He reached forward, putting more lube onto his hand and rubbing it up and down Dream’s shaft, coating it thoroughly. As much as he wanted to be ruined, he didn’t want it to hurt if he could help it.
“I’m gonna turn over,” He mumbled, wiping his hand on the bedsheets after retracting it from himself and turning his body over.
George allowed the beast to mount him, squirming on all fours as he grabbed Dream’s cock and lined it up at his entrance. He pressed the tip in, squeaking at the size as just the head stretched him open
“Fuck,” he groaned, as he moved his hand back to the sheets. “You can push in, Dream, just please go as slow as you can.”
Dream whined and began to push in slowly, his massive cock stretching George open even more with every inch. It felt larger and larger as he pressed in more, eventually bottoming out as the beast’s hips met George’s ass. George panted, the size of Dream was overwhelming but it was also so fucking good.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” He whined, voicing his thoughts as he gripped the sheets with white knuckles.
Dream huffed, obviously not content with not moving. He tested, moving his hips slightly and fucking deeply into George causing George to squeak with surprise but moan as Dream ground his cock in deep and rubbed against his prostate.
“You can move, I’m ok,” George breathed out, pushing back against Dream and moving his hips to feel the pleasure again.
Dream pulled back out and pushed back in slowly, testing the waters. George knew he was being as gentle as he could, but he knew his animalistic side would definitely kick in soon and he was in for the fuck of his life.
They continued slowly for a little while, Dream grinding his cock in deep with every thrust. George began to get impatient, wanting Dream to fuck him roughly and treat him like he weighed nothing, throwing around his body and using it to get off.
“Harder, God, please,” George moaned, pushing his hips back to meet Dream’s thrust. Dream huffed in surprise but quickly snapped his hips back and forth to increase his speed.
George moaned whorishly at the change, and Dream, ever the empath, caught on to his pleasure and began to fuck him roughly. His clawed hands gripped George’s hips, digging into the skin. It was slightly painful to George, who loved the sensation, though it pained him to admit it.
Dream whined as he pounded into the brunette, George falling forward onto the sheets, his chest meeting the bed but his hips staying up where Dream had a vice grip on them.
“F-feels so fucking good,” George cried out, his moans echoed throughout the room, bounding off the walls and encouraging Dream to fuck into him even harder. The friction of his cock against the bedsheets was raising the heat that was building in his abdomen, each thrust knocking his body forward and rolling his cock against the soft surface.
Dream growled in response, his thrusts becoming uneven as his animalistic side took over. His pace was fast, and a low rumble kept spilling from his chest, not stopping as he fucked into the brunette even harder - if that was even possible.
Then, Dream bit him.
The surge of pleasure that rolled through George at the stinging sensation of the bite on his shoulder had him close to the edge, needing a final push before he could spill over the bedsheets.
“Need to cum, please, fuck, cum in me!” George cried, gripping the sheets for dear life.
Dream seemed to snap back to his senses at that, targeting George’s prostate and hitting it with every thrust. Heat burned in George’s lower abdomen and chest as he neared his climax, cumming with a shout as he clenched down on Dream’s cock.
Dream howled when he came, his head thrown back as he panted. George felt his cock expanding, becoming almost too big to handle as the base swelled inside of him. What the fuck is that? George thought, though he assumed it was something to do with werewolf biology that he hadn’t read about.
The pair waited in silence as their breathing calmed down and Dream nudged George to roll over, unable to detach himself from being inside the brunette. George rolled to the side and Dream rolled with him, the two of them lying comfortably in a spooning position.
George reached a hand back and scratched under Dream’s chin, hearing a thumping noise begin at the touch. George stretched to look back and found Dream’s tail wagging, at which he chuckled and laid back down, falling asleep in Dream’s muscular arms.
-
After a few hours of laying together, George awoke sleepily to find Dream no longer inside him or laying next to him in bed. His clothes were missing and the shower was running, which is where George gathered the tall blonde had disappeared off to.
He surveyed his body, large deep purple bruises in the shape of Dream’s claws lay in a laddered pattern on his hips, and there was now a slightly red bandage on his aching shoulder.
After the shower shut off, Dream wandered back into the room. He made eye contact with George who was sitting up in the bed, his hand on the wound on his shoulder and his legs out of the blankets to show off the bruises.
“I’m so sorry,” Dream mumbled, looking sheepishly at the marks and the wound.
“Don’t be, I had fun,” George giggled. “Let’s do it again sometime.”