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Dream is bored, with one hand on the TV remote and the other resting on his leg. Both of his legs are stretched out casually on the nice coffee table between the screen and the comfortable sofa. His green eyes wander leisurely across the screen, pausing briefly when his long eyelashes decide to flutter. He sighs, not out of tiredness, but rather out of a lack of interest in what is on the tv. He places his finger on the remote control button to change the channel, coming across one of the Harry Potter films, so he puts the remote aside and keeps his eyes fixed on the film. Suddenly, he hears light footsteps coming down the stairs.
“I've edited the video” said the pleasant voice of the dark haired man as he stood next to his boyfriend. Dream looked at him and chuckled softly.
“Wow, how weird, for once I don't have to edit it for you.” He spoke mockingly, seeking the other's laughter and achieving his goal. He felt a soft weight settle beside him, looking down when his boyfriend's hair rested on his chest.
"When you say it like that, sounds like I'm forcing you to edit everything for me, y'know?" George replies.
“But you do...” Dream murmurs, and although he can't see him from that angle, he knows his boyfriend has a smile on his face. “Look, one of the Harry Potter movies,” he says. “I thought you'd want to see it, although I don't really feel like it, to be honest.”
“Why?” asks the shorter one.
“I don't know, I've been sitting here since you started editing that video and I have nothing to do,” he says in a monotone voice.
“Nothing?” George asks, and Dream can detect a hint of provocation in his voice. Maybe a double meaning.
“Nothing.” He confirms, and although his green eyes remain fixed on the movie, he can't help but notice a hand sliding down his leg. The touch is soft and cautious, but provocative enough to be felt. The white fingers travel over his jeans and a small shiver runs down Dream's back.
“I'm sure we can have a good time.” George says after a short silence between them. Air escapes from the tall man's nose, as if he had been holding his breath for a few seconds. The delicate hand travels all the way down the leg, without reaching the knee. Dream presses his own lips together nervously.
“Yeah?” He dares to ask, knowing the answer he will get. Dream hears a slight chuckle from his boyfriend, who keeps his eyes on the screen.
“Sure.” He answer without hesitation. His hand moves back behind him and now finds itself near Dream's groin. A cold sensation runs through his body, but at the same time he remains aware of the feeling of heat building up where the hand touches. “We'll have an amazing time,” says a voice that, now deeper, whispers affirmatively.
The taller man's arm is placed on the shorter man's side, pulling him closer if possible. It's as if he longs with all his soul to have him closer than ever and as if his groin is crying out for his attention. George's hand slowly approaches Dream's crotch, playfully massaging him over his jeans. The brown haired man can't help but look down, mesmerized by the image. Dream's hand automatically moves to his partner's hair, tangling his fingers in each strand and pulling them slightly.
And George can't deny it, can't deny that he loves that.
Then George lets out a small moan that is barely audible, but Dream loves it and could swear that the sound shoots straight to his groin without mercy. Suddenly his jeans feel tighter and the temperature in the room rises significantly. George now seems to massage the other's cock more vigorously, with more eagerness.
The room fills with soft sighs, one hand playing with the clothes and another larger hand pulling at black hair. Neither pair of eyes pays the slightest attention to what is happening on the screen, and boredom is gone. The dark haired man's head turns directly to the other's face, staring intently until their mouths can't take it anymore and their lips meet. A bittersweet kiss, with the sweetness of their love, but with the sourness of pleasure. Their tongues waste no time in fighting. Dream's hand goes straight to his partner's neck, eagerly seeking more contact.
“Maybe I should...” George blurted out when their mouths separated for a few seconds to catch their breath. He glanced quickly at Dream's jeans, noticing how his cock was already visible beneath them.
“Yeah, you should” he said, with a sense of desperation in his voice. Then his hand went back to the dark hair, as if wanting to guide him on his way. The black haired man didn't hesitate for a second, immediately kneeling before him. George looked at him with bright and hungry eyes full of lust.
George unbuttoned the pants, lowering the zipper so slowly that it seemed as if he wanted to see the other man suffer. He pulled down the jeans and, with them, the blue underwear. Dream settled comfortably on the sofa, ready for what was about to happen.
The screen still showed how the film continued, witnessing how the smaller of the two carefully slid his hand down the larger man's cock. So slow that it drove him crazy, but so good that he loved it. The precum was visible at the tip of the penis, shiny and provocative to George's mouth.
After moving his hand up and down a little, he decided to go for more. A moan echoed throughout the room when half of the penis was inside his small and warm mouth. Without taking his eyes off his boyfriend for a second, he returned to the tip. His tongue swirled around the wet head, taking in as much precum as he wanted. His white hand gripped the base tightly before taking in as much as he could this time. He closed his eyes and Dream couldn't help but moan without any shyness. He continued like this a few times until his eyes filled with tears, then he took it all out of his mouth.
“What's wrong?” asks the one with light eyes, and George looks at him. He's starting to sweat, his cheeks are red, and his mouth is half open as he tries to catch his breath. “Can't you put it all in your mouth?” he asks again, flirtatious and mocking at the same time.
“You know perfectly well that I can,” he says, with a slight threatening tone. It's as if Dream had challenged him to see how far he could go.
“Prove it,” ordered the brown haired man. George's eyes filled with even more hunger.
So he brought his mouth back to Dream's penis, but this time licking every vein that showed on it. His playful tongue made a journey from the base to the tip without stopping at any point. Clay's sighs filled the room, drowning out the sound still coming from the television. George put the tip in his mouth, slightly sinking his cheeks as he sucked. His partner's hand, still on his hair, now pulled the strands again. George understood this, so he put everything in his mouth.
Dream's mouth opened and his eyes closed, his neck falling back to rest against the back of the sofa. It was heaven itself when George began to repeat the movement, from tip to base, continuously.
“That's it, keep going...” The brown haired man spoke between moans, tightening his grip on the unruly strands of black hair. George's eyes looked at him happily, with tears threatening to fall. His partner's penis was pushing beyond his limit, so he had to make a little effort with it. “Good boy.”
George continued what he was doing, filling his throat with the large and thick dick, enjoying every second. His arm stretched out, slowly lifting his boyfriend's white T-shirt. Dream helped him, pulling the piece of clothing off in one swift movement and leaving his torso exposed for the other to touch at will. George didn't hesitate for a second to start touching as far as his arms would allow.
“Come here, I need to touch you too,” orders the brown haired man, lust overflowing in his voice. He pulls the british man away from his cock and settles him on his lap. George can feel, even with his clothes on, how hard his boyfriend is beneath him. Dream begins a trail of kisses along George's jawline as he wraps his arms around his shoulders. George closes his eyes, enjoying the contact. The light eyed man's hands move quickly to the other's ass, massaging and squeezing. “Do you like this?” Dream asks between sighs, barely separating himself from the sweet neck.
“I fucking love it,” George confirms. The brown haired man goes even lower down his neck, almost reaching his collarbone. He sucks quickly, leaving the area that was white before, now red.
“Do you want anything else?” Dream asks provocatively, waiting for an obvious answer. Dream pulls away from the neck and they stare at each other. George now has red cheeks too, and sweat is starting to show. He nods. “Okay... I want you to ride me,” he blurts out, squeezing George's ass harder.
George obeys, standing up to remove all his clothes completely. Dream imitates him and ends up removing every piece that touch his body. They end up in the same position again, but now both cocks touch each other wildly. George moans loudly, letting his boyfriend kiss his chest. The two pink nipples remain erect at all times, provocative. Dream does not hesitate to bite and leave traces of saliva on them.
Still tasting the sweetness of George's body in his mouth, Dream looks at him. Still sweaty, with tousled hair and a reddish toned body, he still looked beautiful. Although for him, seeing him like this would always be the most beautiful and hottest thing in the world. Dream gave him a short kiss on the lips, with passion. He pulled away for a second, replacing his tongue with his fingers, which he tried to slip into the other one's mouth.
“No,” George denied, closing his lips and turning his face away. Clay looked at him confused, frowning for a second. “I don't need them,” he said proudly, smiling at his partner.
“Why?” Dream asks, confused. “Are you feeling brave today?” he asks with a clear tone of mockery, remembering other times when they tried it without preparation and George was left almost voiceless that day.
“I'm ready. Trust me,” insists the dark haired man, daring to stretch out his arm to try to position Dream's dick at his hole. Clay stops him, grabbing his wrist.
“Why so... ready?” They look into each other's eyes. If it weren't for the television still on, everything would be completely silent at that moment. George's gaze changes.
Was that a playful look?
“Did you really think I was up there editing that stupid video?” he asks back. Dream's eyes widen slightly.
He doesn't think twice, acting on impulse and grabbing George by both wrists. He turns out to be so petite that it's very easy to move him around as he pleases, which is an advantage for the tall man. He lifts him up and then drops him straight onto the sofa. The cute face is against the backrest, his knees against the seat, and his red ass on display. Dream gives him a quick spanking, quickly leaving a mark on the area. George moans, dying of pleasure.
“What did you do up there?” asks the brown haired man in a serious tone. George remains silent for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. Another, even harder, spanking echoes through the room. “Tell me what you did up there,” he says, now more demanding, his voice serious, but still seductive.
“Nothing.” The small one lets go. His wrists are squeezed tight by the tall one's hands. He lets out a small moan of pain.
“Tell me what you were doing up there without my permission,” Dream demands, his right hand now directly on the black hair, pulling it back. George's head is now looking slightly upward, and he opens his mouth to let out another louder moan. He enjoys every one of these things, Dream knows that well.
“Getting ready.” He speaks with difficulty in this position. “I wanted to be ready for you,” he adds. Suddenly, he feels the large cock against one of his butt cheecks. They both sigh at the contact.
"Are you ready?"
"So ready."
Dream's hand releases George's wrists for a moment, and now both thin and white arms rest on the sofa, still maintaining the position on all fours. The tall man's hand runs over the tip of his own cock, keeping it close to the other's butt. His fingers travel from the pink tip to the base, getting everything wet with precum.
“Open,” he orders. George, leaning as far back as he can on the sofa now, brings his small hands to his butt cheecks, slowly spreading them apart.
In one swift movement, the tip aligns with the hole, which was already slightly red from George's previous play upstairs. With a single thrust, half of his cock is already inside, and the little one lets out a guttural moan. After the sudden movement, his hands go straight back to the sofa, trying to maintain his balance in this position. Dream sighs, preparing for the next move.
And he does, with another thrust, all of his cock is now completely inside his boyfriend. They both moan. The tall one, despite all the dilation that seemed to have taken place, still feels how tight the other one is. As if the toys George surely used up there weren't enough. Nothing could compare to having his boyfriend's cock inside him.
Nothing.
Not a second passes before Dream begins to thrust into him fast. The dark haired man moans loudly as he continues to be held tightly by the hair. He opens his eyes, surprised by the speed with which the tall man moves, without pause or mercy on his hole.
“W-why so fast?” George asks between moans, closing his eyes now, trying to maintain his composure in this whirlwind of pleasure and pain he was feeling. Dream lets out a little giggle before answering.
“You said you were ready,” the tall man managed to say between moans, still maintaining the same rhythm of thrusts. Their skin collided so quickly and forcefully that it made a noise that echoed off the white walls of the house. His dick peeked out between the sore butt cheecks and then disappeared between them when the american pushed his hips forward.
George seemed about to faint when his boyfriend reached his most erogenous spot inside him, closing his eyes tightly to keep enduring the waves of heat he felt. His short nails dug into the sofa and his muscles tensed completely. They continued like this for a few more minutes, with strong thrusts and feeling absolute pleasure.
The brown haired man could see perfectly from his position as the other's back curved, arousing him even more. The small dimples before his curved butt cheecks were visible in all their glory, and he wanted to run his tongue over the entire surface, stopping at each mole without haste. He looked so perfect from there, naked before him, willing to give himself completely for a moment of pleasure and shyly offering him the most beautiful moans he would ever hear in his entire life. So desirable to his eyes and so submissive at the same time. And then he wanted to see his face, to see his expressions as he fuck him hard.
He stopped abruptly, which the other found weird. He slowly pulled his penis out of him, no longer feeling the pressure of George's hole.
"W-what happened?"
“I want to see you properly.” He responds simply and, without warning, takes him as he pleases, turning him around. His perfect back is now completely on the seat and his bright eyes are looking at him. He looks down at the George's dick and finds it there, hard and wet with precum. He settles between his legs and the little one wraps them around him. Dream approaches his mouth, his red lips showing that he has been biting them a little, and kisses him softly.
When he approaches, Dream positions George's legs on his shoulders to get closer to him. He realigns his cock and fuck him, this time more slowly. As if he were now more compassionate, enjoying how tight the hole is.
“God... you feel so good.” Clay's raspy voice is noticeable, covered in pleasure. His hands, covered in silver and gold rings, rest on his boyfriend's waist. He caresses the soft skin with his thumbs as he begins to increase the rhythm of each thrust.
"Ugh." It escapes in a groan form George's mouth.
"I love listening to you," Dream confesses and George's cheecks seem to burn even more.
“S-shut up and do your thing,” he says with a chuckle. They look at each other. Brown and green had never been such a perfect combination as they were with these two.
Without thinking twice, Dream takes George's dick in his hand, beginning to jerk him off as he starts to move faster inside him. A breath of air enters his lungs and comes out with a long moan.
They were both at their limit, they knew it.
The dark haired man's hands travel to the tall man's shoulders, grabbing him at will and scratching with his short nails as best he can. Soon the area will turn red, but he doesn't care because he knows his neck will end up the same shade and even more purple. The long brown eyelashes flutter again and again as George admires those green eyes. Strands of hair fall over him, streaked with sweat.
“You're perfect,” George confesses. Their eyes meet again. They feel complete, loved, and in the greatest ecstasy. He receives a big smile in return, which fades as soon as Dream leans in to kiss him.
What they loved most about having sex were those moments, when they put pleasure aside for a second and looked at each other with eyes full of love. Their lips moved in sync, covering each other with saliva and muffled moans.
“I love you” It is heard before tongues begin to fight and teeth bite each other's lips a little carelessly.
The climax is approaching, and they both feel it when a tingling sensation runs through their bodies. They separate for a moment, and the warm air escaping from Dream's lungs hits George's face as he reaches orgasm inside him. The white liquid floods him completely, and a loud moan floods his ears as well.
Despite the ecstasy, Dream keeps moving on the little one's dick, bringing him to orgasm right after his own. Cum spurts from the tip, fearlessly staining his chest and part of the one on top of him. For a second, their breathing seems to be just as fast.
When they manage to calm the amount of air entering their lungs, silence fills the room. They look at each other and laugh. The brown haired man leaves the other's body and stands up in front of him. There, naked and sweaty, George analyzes him in all his glory.
The scratches on his shoulders reach his front, serving as evidence of the pleasurable moment they have just experienced. His hands and arms are still covered with prominent blue and purple veins, snaking across some areas and disappearing in others. His hair is completely messy, curls sticking out in all directions, covered in sweat and plastered to his forehead. He was the most perfect and handsome man in the universe to George's eyes.
“I'm dirty,” says George shyly, looking at him with a blush on his cheeks and closing his legs.
“I know, sweetheart,” Dream replies, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his forehead. “Stay there, I'll clean you up, okay?”
“Yeah.” He says with a broad smile to his boyfriend. George watches Dream's naked body walk toward the kitchen in order to find something to clean up the mess they had made in a matter of minutes.
“If you want, we can watch the movie,” he reminded George.
"Oh," He looked at the screen, which was still showing Harry Potter, "of course."
Actually, they had completely forgotten that it was still reproducing on the tv.
They were very busy with... other things.