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Dream flopped down on the bed to the side of George to catch his breath.
“Shower?” Dream asked hopefully, turning his head around to look up into George's eyes which were already slowly closing.
“Mm-mm.” George grumbles in return while shaking his head and mumbling something about being too sleepy to do anything else that night.
Dream sighed quietly and nodded. He headed into their bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth and some wipes. This was how it always went. He loved his boyfriend more than anything but he hated getting into bed without washing up properly. It left him feeling gross and made him change the bedsheets far more often than necessary.
That's not to say George was unhygienic because he wasn't. He just never felt the need to be like Dream and shower his whole body every single time they had sex. It was tiring and to George, extremely boring. In his mind, so long as he showered a few hours later or even the next day then he felt fine despite Dream's constant nagging.
So that thought process led him to where he was now, slowly mopping up cum from his boyfriend's stomach and thighs. He desperately wracked his brain for answers and a possible solution to the issue at hand.
That's when it hit him. The best idea he's had for a while, he needed to get George so dirty that he would simply need to shower. How? Get him completely and utterly covered in their cum, get it everywhere.
So the plan was set. Next time they fucked, Dream would drench George in a mixture of their cum and essentially trick him into taking a bath or shower with him. It was completely foolproof.
So that led him to now, he gently laid George on the bed and straddled his thighs, kissing all down his neck as he began to strip off their clothing. He let their clothes land wherever he threw them in the room, no care in the word for where they went.
George was whining into Dream’s mouth as he began to stroke him to full hardness. He was practically dizzy from all the words his boyfriend had been mumbling into his ear about how many times he was going to make him cum. How many times he *promised* to make him cum.
Once Dream had managed to strip them both completely he quickly jerked George off. He slowly pushed his fingers in and out of his ass to start prepping him, scissoring him open while he listened to his boyfriend’s pleased little noises.
He knew George was stretched enough when he started actively trying to pull himself up off his fingers rather than fucking himself down on them. He was always eager to get to the main event meanwhile Dream liked to take his time with foreplay, teasing and pleasing his lover. He got all the prep work out the way, usually he did more than he would need but he would never even think of hurting him. That was unless he asked for it at least.
Fingers pulled out of him slowly, curling to give one last practically heavenly brush to his prostate before they slipped away. He got up to quickly wipe off his hand on his thigh after Dream lathered his cock up with lube.
Suddenly, the familiar blunt head of his boyfriend's dick could be felt pushing at his entrance. The stretch from forcing Dream to stop preparing him before he was fully ready burned but it felt good. He quite liked it better like this anyway.
George moaned out in pleasure when he felt hips flush against his ass. Dream got a similar reaction as he groaned lowly and looked almost as though he had to fight himself to not start thrusting immediately.
Large, smooth hands ran all over George’s chest and body. Tracing along his hips to his neck where he was pulled in for a soft kiss as he began to move.
George was left open mouthed panting as he felt Dream’s cock slide smoothly in and out of him, clearly delighting in the feeling.
“Dream- I swear to fuck if you don’t speed up-“ The brunette grumbled, trying to grind down onto his boyfriend’s cock.
His breath was quickly taken away though by a harsh thrust to his prostate, making his moan catch in his throat. His hands reached up suddenly to grip the broad shoulders of the man on top of him while choking out pleading whimpers and whines.
Dream kept up the angle and his quick pace for a fair few minutes before George started begging to be touched. He was practically screaming about how close he was.
“Touch yourself for me Georgie.” He said smoothly into the smaller man's ear. He wanted to make sure he was absolutely covered in cum.
George protested for a while about how Dream should be taking care of him before giving in and giving a few weak tugs to his own dick.
He came hard. It spilled all over his hand and stomach. He clenched around his boyfriend as he did so, letting himself be fucked into.
He was expecting Dream to cum inside him as per usual, though this time he didn't. He instead pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, moving to straddle George's stomach and cum on him. All over his neck, face and chest, leaving him completely coated in it.
“What the fuck?” George squealed indignantly. He blinked up at his boyfriend while making a conscious effort not to get the cum that was clumping his eyelashes together in his eye.
“I just thought you'd look pretty like this. I was right.” Dream said after a few moments of gazing down at him lovingly. “You are beautiful, you know.” He smiled before taking his cock in one hand and smearing the few droplets that were still on his tip over George's lips.
He scowled up at him. “Well now I have to shower.” He pouted, letting Dream push the cum inside his mouth. He swallowed it down with a quiet complaint.
“And we can shower together. It'll be nice, come on. Plus then we can snuggle up in bed, yeah? I'll order whatever food you want.”
“Fine.”