Dream really should've thought twice when he decided to bring George to a nice bar.

George, Dream's sugar baby (though some may argue they were a bit more), sat next to the dirty blond on one of the stools, smiling brightly as yet another person chatted his ears off. Bitter jealousy and anger bubbled in Dream's gut as he watched the person, who introduced himself as Tyler, raked his eyes over George in a very non-subtle way.

Dream knew George looked good. His loose-fitting white balmain silk shirt that draped over his torso elegantly, his tight black high-waisted pants with a stylish Louis Vuitton belt fastened tightly around his small waist. The many, many designer necklaces that hung from around his neck, sparkling deliciously under the lights above. The Cartier bracelet that Dream had given him at the beginning of the night over an excellent dinner, earning him an excited squeal and a bone-crushing hug from the smaller man.

Dream knew George looked good.

And apparently everyone else did too, because this son-of-a-fuck wouldn't leave him alone.

Fingers wrapped hastily around the whiskey glass on the counter, condensation melting into calloused fingertips. Fuming emerald eyes narrowed at Tyler, dissecting every movement—including the hand that now suddenly rested on George's thigh. The brunet chuckled awkwardly, sparing Dream a glance, his face paling once he saw the absolute fire burning in his eyes.

"George, baby," Dream all but growled, sending a sickening smirk to the brunet. "Why don't we get out of here? I have a few surprises at home."

"Yes, Dream," George smiled sweetly, the small glint of silver on his left canine catching under the bar lights.

"Oh, you're together?" Tyler asked, hand slowly sliding off of George's thigh and into his own lap. George sighed and slid off the barstool, nodding. "Sorry about that, man. I'll get going then."

"That'd be great," Dream gave a tight-lipped smile and got off the barstool as well, one hand finding its way to George's waist. The brunet hummed happily, blinking discolored eyes up to the blond, and they were gone.

The Uber Dream ordered arrived in less than five minutes, and they arrived back at Dream's estate in less than ten. George had been relatively touchy the entire time, earning himself low growls of dirty phrases that weren't exactly appropriate for the back of an Uber.

"What are we gonna do tonight, Daddy?" George asked giddily as Dream struggled to unlock his door. Once it was unlocked, the door was thrown open, revealing Dream's home interior.

The front door immediately opened to a grand foyer with two wide staircases on either side. To the right of the foyer was a rather large living room, decorated in simplistic yet meaningful knickknacks here and there. Behind the couch was a large mirror, reflecting the entire living room.

George was practically dragged inside by his wrist. The Cartier bracelet was cold under Dream's palm, but George's wrist was a nice contrast—warm and welcoming. The brunet was basically manhandled as his back was shoved harshly against the wood of the front door as soon as it was closed. George let out a noise of partial shock and partial satisfaction.

"What was all that?" Dream hissed, eyes narrowed toward George.

"Nothing, Daddy," George smiled, innocent and saccharine. His dainty hands pressed lightly against Dream's chest, feeling how toned he was under his button up. "You look good tonight."

Dream's lips curved up into a smirk, thumbs massaging roughly into George's hips. "You look stunning, baby," he stepped back, giving room for George to move away from the door. "Give me a twirl, sweetheart."

"Why?" George giggled, eyes squinting from his lively smile as he did just that, holding his arms out to the sides, balmain silk flowing with his movements. He used one hand to move his fluffy hair from his eyes, full lashes fluttering enticingly up to the dirty blond.

"Fuck," Dream sighed, his grin permanently etched into his face, "you're gorgeous, baby. Fuckin' Tyler over there thought so too, hm? Don't think I didn't see you flirting right back at him."

"Dream," George whined, his lower lip jutting out into a pout. Dream clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly in disapproval.

"What, wanted Daddy all riled up and angry for tonight?" Dream stepped closer to George, not even phased by the way George nodded rather embarrassingly. "Such a brat."

"'M not a brat," George frowned, running his hands across Dream's chest. Dream opened his mouth to object, but George cut him off, "Just kiss me already."

Dream chuckled, choosing not to comment on how bratty George really was and instead fulfilling the smaller man's wishes by pressing their lips together. George immediately reciprocated, small hands delicately cradling Dream's jaw.

Their mouths moved together as if they were meant to be together, and perhaps they were. The blond slowly led George backwards, heading for the living room. He didn't stop until the backs of George's knees hit the front of the couch. George pushed up on his tippy toes to kiss back with newfound hunger. Dream nipped at George's lips, smirking as George's mouth parted compliantly.

He licked his way into the brunet's mouth, hand sliding down his back to grab his tight ass. George gasped, one hand reaching for styled blond hair. Dream groaned as George's fingers gripped and tugged at the strands, his scalp burning in the most pleasurable way possible.

Dream ran his tongue behind George's teeth, against George's tongue, everywhere it could reach. He was addicted to the taste of George, addicted to the feeling of George, addicted to George.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Dream pulled back a bit and panted against George's lips, hands caressing the plumpness of the man's ass.

Dream's eyes locked with himself in the mirror behind them, a brilliant idea budding in Dream's mind.

"Hun," Dream murmured.

George blearily opened his eyes, lips already red and bruised and wet. Dream's mind immediately went to sexual places, possession and need thriving in his veins. Usually when they'd fuck it'd be in Dream's master bedroom, but maybe that was for another time. Right now, Dream couldn't wait. Dream needed George bent over in front of him right here, right now.

"Turn around for me, my angel," Dream cooed sweetly, voice low and gravely, just how George liked it. The brunet was practically vibrating with anticipation as he obeyed.

Dream could see George's eyes widen with surprise in the mirror as Dream placed a rough hand in between his shoulder blades and forced his arms down onto the back of the couch, hips pressing flush against his still clothed ass. George gasped, the outline of Dream's hardening cock fitting snugly between his cheeks.

"Look at my pretty baby," Dream murmured gently, blond hair falling over his eyes as he draped himself over George's back, hand still planted firmly on his back.

George whimpered, umber eyes scanning over his own face and the tears building up in his waterline. Dream's smirk grew as their eyes locked, thumb rubbing circles into George's waist. His fingertips ran over his belt, teasingly dipping underneath his pants waistband before continuing to stroke the smaller man's body.

Lips brushed against the shell of George's ear, ivory teeth nibbling at the lobe. The brunet whimpered and ground back against Dream, receiving a harsh squeeze to his hip. The grip Dream had on his hip was sure enough to leave small imprints into his skin in the form of red marks.

"So fucking sexy," Dream purred, placing a chaste kiss underneath George's ear. The hand on his hip slid up his side slowly, reaching his hair to slowly stroke the brown strands. "All for me."

"Dream," George moaned pitifully, earning a harder press to his back.

"Try again, doll," Dream nipped at his neck, a teasing smile tipping the corners of his mouth up.

"Daddy," George's whined, eyes blown wide with desperation. Dream hummed approvingly, pressing more wet kisses to George's neck while keeping eye contact with the brunet through the mirror.

"Baby, I can't get over how good you look, tonight especially," Dream heard George sigh pleasantly to his words, head tipping away from Dream's. "Just wanna fuck you right here, right now..."

"Do it then," George whimpered, hands curling into the couch cushions. Just as Dream's brows knitted together, George pouted and rushed out his words. "Please Daddy, please! I've been waiting all night. I want you to fuck me, want you in me."

"So pretty when you beg like that, honey," Dream smiled, rolling his hips onto George's ass. The brunet's body shivered, bottom lip becoming increasingly more bruised from George worrying it between his teeth.

Dream released George's hair and let both hands run down George's back, palms following the divets in his sides. The balmain silk was soft underneath calloused fingers, but Dream couldn't help but find it problematic.

"Take this off for me, sweetheart," Dream murmured and tugged at the bottom of the silk shirt to let George know what he was talking about.

George pushed off the couch to stand, hands crossing in front of him as his fingers held onto the silky material. George angled his head to the right a bit as he slowly pulled the material up, eyes half lidded as they gazed lustfully into Dream's darkened emerald eyes.

Dream subconsciously bit his lip, left hand holding onto George's now bare hip as the brunet revealed more and more of himself. Dream raked his eyes up George's torso, lips curling upwards as he brought a hand up to the erect pink nubs on his chest, clad in silver barbells.

George choked out a whine as Dream's thumb and index finger pinched his nipple lightly, feeling the warmth of his skin and the coldness of the metal under the pad of his fingers. Dream chuckled at how George's body was quivering from such a simple touch, moving his gaze from George's nipples to his erection in his pants.

"My pretty boy, all worked up..." Dream cooed, voice soft and honey-like. George jutted out his bottom lip into a pout, chest heaving from each labored breath. "My pretty boy, right, sweetie? Mine?"

"Yes, yes Daddy," George breathed, "yours."

"Good boy," Dream smiled and tapped the sides of George's belt. "Let's get these off of you, too. You're being so good tonight. Keep it that way."

"Of course, Daddy," George returned the smile, hands eagerly working to remove his belt from his waist. Dream continued playing with George's nipples, twisting the barbells and tugging enough to make his breath hitch and come out in small gasps.

George's pants and boxers were dropped to the floor and tossed to the side, and George was immediately bent back over with his knees on the couch cushions and hands holding himself up on the back of the couch.

"Ass in the air, baby," Dream coaxed warmly, lips connecting with George's shoulder blade once George did as told.

Wet, loving kisses were trailed down the smaller man's spine, teeth occasionally grazing the skin. Dream's hands that were previously fondling with George's hardened nipples slid down his front, nails scraping the skin light enough to leave George writhing with a tingly aftertouch.

His hands cupped George's waist, fingertips digging into the skin harshly for a second to elicit a whimper from the shaking brunet before moving to knead the bare skin of his ass. Dream sucked dark marks into the pale skin on George's hips, replacing fading ones from previous nights they spent together.

"Daddy..." George mewled weakly, pressing his ass further into Dream's chest.

"You have to be patient, my angel," Dream murmured against his skin, looking up to meet George's eyes in the mirror again. He realized George was probably watching his every move as he worked more and more marks into his perfect skin. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants, an unrestrained groan falling from his gritted teeth. "So fucking hot."

"Want your cock in my ass, Daddy," George pleaded, swaying his hips high in the air.

"God," Dream groaned, hands smoothing against George's ass. His eyes fell from the mirror to the beauty in front of him, thumbs spreading George's cheeks open. George whined, head falling forward in a poor attempt to hide himself.

"Baby, don't be like that," Dream said sternly, tapping his side with two fingers. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, George lifted his head to peer up to Dream through the reflection of their bodies. Dream dipped down, resting his knees against the edge of the couch until his breath was hot against George's hole. The Brit gasped and moaned as Dream flattened his tongue against his rim, strong hands keeping his shaking thighs in place.

George could see Dream's eyes boring into his own through the mirror. As much as he wanted to shy away and hide from embarrassment, it was also hot as fuck watching Dream please him. Dream pushed his tongue in, smirking devilishly at the way George whined loudly, eyes rolling back for a split second.

The way Dream's tongue and mouth moved had George whimpering piteously, the noises rising in volume as one of Dream's hands began groping at his ass. Dream moaned, eyes narrowing in satisfaction when George had to refrain from pushing back onto his face.

"D-Daddy, feels so good," George gasped out, breathless whines tumbling past his lips. "Need more, need you."

Dream hummed and continued his tongue movements, pulling back slightly just to watch the way his saliva strung to his entrance. He gave a teasing nip to George's cheek before diving straight back in, tongue working wonders for the writhing and whining brunet.

After a few minutes of teasing, Dream pulled back, a lewd string of saliva keeping him connected to George's hole. He used the back of his hand to wipe it away. Dream's hands resituated themselves on George's hips, softly caressing the skin as if it were porcelain.

"Please..." George begged, curving his back once Dream began to place chaste kisses to the small of his back.

"Patience, baby," Dream tutted around a soft chuckle. "Let me...let me please you. Let me take my time with you tonight."

George looked from Dream's dimmed green eyes to his hand as Dream slowly pressed his chest against George's back, hand cupping the brunet's face. A large thumb ran across George's bottom lip, pressing down gingerly until his strawberry lips parted, accepting the three fingers that were pushed in.

George enclosed his lips around the digits, lashes flittering up to Dream in the mirror. Dream was caressing his hair with one hand while the other continued to be worked around, saliva expertly coating his fingers.

The brunet couldn't help the doting smile from creeping up onto his face. Dream was always so loving to him, always so caring. The way he handled George was filled with so much care and tenderness, and the way he looked at George made his heart skip a beat and warm simultaneously.

"George," Dream mumbled, voice nice and deep against the brunet's ear. He received a whine in response. Dream kept his fingers in George's mouth as his other hand left fluffy brown locks in favor of tracing lines onto the outlines of the smaller man's face.

"Do you see yourself?" He asked in a hushed voice.

George blinked back at himself in the mirror, taking in how utterly wrecked he looked. His hair was tousled from Dream's excessive petting, his eyes were watery with his pupils blown wide. His lips were slicked, wrapped around three of Dream's fingers. His cheeks and ears were all kinds of red, freckles just a bit more accentuated from the shade change.

Dream watched George's gaze as he placed an affectionate kiss to the top of his head. Dream knew George was enjoying this—enjoying the attention he was getting, enjoying the warmth in each touch he obtained.

"My angel," Dream sighed happily, subtly pressing his hips against George's ass. The motion did not go unnoticed by George, as his breathing hitched and eyes struggled to stay locked on his reflection. "My sweet angel," Dream repeated and attached his lips to the side of George's neck, sucking deep scarlet marks that would soon blossom into plum. "So patient, all for me. Is it because you have something in your mouth, doll?"

George nodded pathetically, tongue swirling around the digits.

"What are you waiting for, George?" Dream lowered his head, lips spread into a wide and taunting smirk. "What is it that you want?"

George opened his mouth to respond, only to choke as Dream pushed his fingers further into his mouth. George's eyes rounded, finally catching Dream's in the mirror for the umpteenth time that night.

"You sound filthy when you choke, doll," Dream said, voice deep and gravelly. "You wanna choke on my cock, Georgie?"

George moaned and nodded, pressing his hips up against Dream's throbbing cock.

"Fuck," Dream groaned lowly, rolling his hips into George's ass. "On your knees, doll, c'mon."

They adjusted to their new positions quickly; with Dream sitting comfortably on the couch and George on his knees between the blond's thighs. Dream let his head fall back as George rubbed his erection, hands fumbling with the belt around his waist.

Dream was stripped of his pants and briefs quickly. George wasted no time in teasing the tip, tongue darting out to lap up the dripping precum. His warm and wet tongue against Dream's tip felt heavenly. Dream's hips jerked up instinctually.

So pretty, the words went unsaid, but George knew exactly what was going through Dream's blissed out mind. Deep viridescent eyes gazed lustfully into lidded umber ones, demanding more and receiving more. Everything about Dream's expression made George's stomach churn pleasantly knowing he was openly loved.

George wrapped his lips around the head of Dream's cock, tongue flattening against the underside. Dream exhaled through his nose, thumb stroking George's cheekbones sweetly.

"You good, sweetheart?" Dream murmured, to which George nodded, bobbing his head in the process.

Dream bit his tongue to stifle any groans, eyes raking over George's figure. It was lewd—so fucking lewd—his bare back, clad in freckles here and there and ass exposed for Dream and only Dream.

Dream felt pride and adoration swell in his chest as George tilted his head to the side, allowing the tip of Dream's cock to press against the inside of his cheek.

"You're so good to me," Dream praised through sharp groans, the hand in George's hair encouraging him further onto his length and back up again.

George pulled off with a lewd pop, panting heavily onto the head of Dream's cock. He pressed a quick kiss to the underside then licked his lips, wetting them further.

"Daddy," George whimpered, running his hands up and down the blond's thighs.

"Is there something you want, doll?" Dream asked.

George nodded wordlessly, lolling his saliva and precum covered tongue out of his mouth as he braced his hands on either of Dream's thighs. Dream hummed, deep and raspy, and used the hand in George's hair to hold him still.

He shallowly thrusted his hips upwards, the underside of his cock dragging against the top of George's tongue. George hollowed out his cheeks, encasing his lips around Dream's cock to suck lightly. The dirty blond breathed heavily, fingertips gently massaging George's scalp.

"God, look at how gorgeous you look with my cock in your mouth," Dream murmured around a groan, thrusting his hips upwards in a slow, repeated manner.

George moaned around Dream's cock, throat tightening each time the tip reached it. Dream looked down at George through thick lashes, relishing in the way George's eyes brimmed with tears, the way George's cheeks tinted a deep red, the way George's bruised and plump lips looked around his cock, taking him so well.

Dream's cock twitched at the ghosted feeling of teeth, fingers tightening their grip in brown locks, a groan pushing past ivory and pink. George whimpered, tapping Dream's thigh repeatedly with three fingers until the blond let up the grip in his hair, allowing him to pull off.

"Is something wrong, sweetheart?" Dream asked, voice and eyes filled to the brim with concern. George's lips perked upwards into a soft smile as he shook his head.

"No, nothing is wrong," George rasped, "please. Please fuck my mouth."

Dream chuckled, the sound more strained than anything. George returned his position back to where he originally was; his pretty pink lips wrapped around Dream's cock. Dream went back to thrusting into the brunet's mouth, this time going much faster and harder. The sound of skin on skin reverberated around the large room, mixed in with the sound of George's muffled whimpers and Dream's deep moans.

George's pastel blue nails dug into sun kissed thighs, tears pushing past the tight barriers as he squeezed his eyes shut. Dream forced himself to watch George as he fucked his mouth, used him as if that was what he was made for.

He truly looked heavenly, glowing under Dream's way too expensive light bulbs shining brightly above the pair. George moaned as Dream abused his mouth, making his lips swell more in the most seductive way possible.

"Fuck, George," Dream sighed, groaning as the tightness in his stomach only grew.

He picked up the pace, thighs shaking as the tip of his cock hit the tightness of George's throat with each thrust. George had gone completely lax under Dream's touch, allowing him to do whatever whenever. Slowly, George blinked his eyes open, and that was enough for Dream.

Dream came with a harsh thrust, spilling spurts of white down George's throat for him to choke on and struggle to swallow. Large hands removed themselves from George's hair, green eyes watched as he pulled off and coughed, swallowing quickly to please Dream.

The dirty blond watched with a foggy mind as George crawled back into his lap, pulling Dream in for a sloppy kiss. Dream moaned, tasting himself on George's lips and tongue. God, it was fucking filthy but he loved it, he craved more of it. He could never get enough of George. If it were up to him, Dream would spend eternity with his lips attached to George's, tasting and feeling the brunet up like there was no tomorrow.

Their tongues continued their choreographed dance, hands grabbing and feeling wherever they could. Dream kissed George slowly, running his tongue over teeth, feeling the shiny jewel on one of George's canines.

"Baby," Dream grunted as he bit and pulled at George's lower lip, receiving a whine in response.

"Yes, Daddy?" George asked, running his hands across Dream's still clothed chest. George twisted his lips, disappointment visible in his nearly black out eyes.

"Aw," Dream cooed quietly, lifting his hand to brush back George's fringe. "What's the matter, baby doll?"

George let out a long sigh, eyes averting their attention elsewhere. His brows creased together, fingers twisting the material of Dream's button up. He gave a small tug. "Off."

"Off?" Dream repeated quizzically, using his hand to tilt George's head up by his chin, forcing their eyes to meet again. "I don't think that's how we ask for things, sweetheart."

"Please," George's pout grew as he tugged harder on the shirt. "Please take it off, Daddy."

"See," Dream ran the pad of his thumb over George's chin for a moment before pulling away. Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

George smiled softly, eyes following the movements of Dream's hands. As soon as Dream's chest was exposed to the cool air of the room, George's hands were all over him. His well-kempt nails scraped against the skin lightly, making the hairs on Dream's arms rise once he shed himself of the material.

Dream leaned forward, kissing the corner of George's mouth. The brunet turned his head, connecting their lips again for the umpteenth time that night alone. His hands roamed and roamed at the same time Dream placed his hands onto George's hips. He continued feeling up Dream's toned chest and abdomen until his hands were tracing teasing circles dangerously close to his hardening cock.

"Still want you," George whispered against Dream's lips, nibbling at the pink flesh.

"I know, baby," Dream let his hand drift down, moving to cup George's ass. He kneaded the fat unabashedly, gazing lustfully into George's eyes. "We need to prep you, baby, then you can get stuffed by my cock."

George nodded, pushing his hips back into Dream's hand with a needy whine. "Can't you prep me right now?"

Dream didn't answer, only leaning over the couch toward one of the end tables. He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a well-loved lube bottle with practiced ease. George snickered quietly as Dream popped open the cap, dousing three of his fingers in the liquid. He rubbed his fingers together before reaching down to tease the tip of his middle finger against George's entrance.

George gasped quietly, pressing his lips to the underside of Dream's jaw. A chuckle spilled past Dream's lips as he wasted no time in sinking his finger down to the first knuckle. The brunet whined and nipped at perfectly imperfect skin, being impatient even after Dream started pumping his finger in and out of him.

"More," George begged, words muffled by Dream's neck, "please, Daddy, more."

"Be patient, sweetheart," Dream scolded lightly. He gave in to George's begging anyway, slipping in a second finger, just like George asked. He could never say no to George.

Prepping George was easy. It was always easy. He took what was given to him, but not without a little bit of whining and bratting. That was what Dream loved about him—loved the way he complained, even when there was nothing to complain about.

George took the third finger with a loud whine, rocking back in time with his thrusts. Dream was purposefully missing his prostate with each one, loving the slightly frustrated glint in George's umber irises. Despite being deprived of what he really wanted, what he really needed, George was still a moaning mess, babbling out pleas for Dream's cock.

"You think you're prepped enough?" Dream asked between kisses on George's neck, laving his tongue over each darkened mark.

"Yes," George nodded desperately, clenching around the digits. "Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me."

"Okay, baby," Dream laughed lightly, planting a sweet kiss to the tip of George's nose. "Hold on tight, yeah?"

"Mhm," George smiled and hummed.

He wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, legs naturally moving to wrap around his waist, too, as soon as the dirty blond stood. Dream held George up by the bottom of his thighs, fingers digging in for no reason other than the fact that Dream liked seeing the bruises on him. Dream walked them around the couch, seating himself on the top of the back. He had a plan in mind, and that plan was going to be put to use.

"What are you..?" George lifted his head from Dream's shoulder, seeing his emerald eyes focused on not him, but something behind them. George turned his head, face going bright red once he met Dream's gaze. "Oh."

"Turn around for me, baby," Dream coaxed, placing his hands on George's hips to all but manhandle him into facing the mirror. George gasped as the tip of Dream's cock prodded against his entrance, catching against it just barely.

Dream didn't get a chance to ask anything before George was running his mouth, pupils blown out with nothing but lust and need.

"Daddy, please. Please put it in, I need to be filled by your cock, love your cock so much!" Desperation laced his tone, whines bleeding out the edges. "Please, Daddy."

Dream smiled, warm chuckles building in his chest. He whispered quiet words for only he and George to hear as he slowly sank the brunet down onto his cock, gaze set on George's eyes as they fluttered for a moment, until George was settled snugly on his cock. The brunet stared unabashedly at the pair, connected in every which way possible. He grew that distant look in his eyes as the minutes passed, and the love that had burrowed deep in Dream's gut grew tenfold.

Dream's hands continued exploring George's body, fingers grazing his skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He trailed his nails lightly up his arm until his fingers came into contact with cold metal.

"George, baby," Dream's hand turned George's arm over, lidded eyes examining the silver bracelet around his small wrist.

"Yes?" George breathed out, dazed eyes scanning Dream's love-filled expression. It made his stomach flutter before he remembered their position and just how filthy it was.

George shifted slightly, feeling the head of Dream's cock barely brush where he desperately wanted it to. His eyes were focused on where Dream disappeared inside of him, making him release a pornographic whimper, head falling back onto the blond's shoulder.

"You really like this bracelet don't you, angel?" Dream whispered against his wrist, lazily looking into George's desperate eyes through the mirror.

"Yes, Daddy," George inhaled sharply as Dream's ivory teeth scraped his flesh. "I love everything you get me."

"Is that so?" Dream inquired softly, the hand on George's hips sliding to the visible bulge in his stomach. George groaned when Dream's palm pressed down onto it, eyes rolling back because it was so, so fucking lewd and hot and all things attractive seeing where Dream's cock was buried deep inside of him.

"Mhm," George moaned, "fuck—so full," George gasped brokenly, moving his hips again.

"Yeah?" Dream nipped at George's wrist. "Want Daddy to move?"

"Yes! Yes, Daddy, please! Please move," George babbled, head turning inwards, breath tickling the side of Dream's neck. Dream's eyebrows raised in slight amusement. "Want- want you to fuck me so good, please!"

"God," Dream grinned, voice straining to hold in words of degradation. He wanted to please George tonight because tonight was about George. Dream experimentally adjusted his hips, watching as George's jaw dropped into an inaudible gasp. "You're so good to me. No bratting, no defiance..."

"Want you to fuck me hard," George moaned out. "Please, Daddy."

"I've got you, angel," Dream purred huskily into George's ear, shallowly thrusting into the brunet. Dream placed chaste kisses to the back of George's neck, gazing lovingly into George's unfocused eyes through the mirror.

George looked so perfect, taking Dream's cock so easily. Dream groaned as George began bouncing, in a silent and not-so-silent plea for Dream to go faster. The dirty blond slid his hand up George's wrist, past the Cartier bracelet, so he could press their palms together and intertwine their fingers.

His hips continued their steady pace, rolling up into George with enough force to leave the brunet breathless, letting out little whimpers and moans. Dream knew he wasn't satisfied, though; wasn't satisfied with how slow Dream was being, wasn't satisfied with Dream wanting to take his time with George.

George liked things rough and fast—and despite Dream wanting this moment to last forever, he would never defy George of his wants and needs.

Dream dug his fingers into George's waist as he fucked up into George harder, faster. He watched through heavy eyelids and thick lashes as George was reduced down to a gasping, writhing mess, fucking down onto Dream with just as much enthusiasm.

Their hands stayed locked together, with George's fingers digging almost unbearably into the tan skin of Dream's hand.

"You're so stunning, baby," Dream dragged his tongue up the shell of George's ear, breath hot against his skin. "You look like you were made for my cock."

"Maybe I was," George breathed, arching his spine while catching Dream's eyes through the mirror. Dream's mind went blank as George grinned loopily. "Love your fucking cock so m-much."

"God, you're filthy," Dream groaned, using George's dirty fucking words to fuel the pace of his hips.

George was bouncing on his lap unforgivingly, moaning out with no restraint. His noises alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin made Dream's stomach tighten, the telling signs of his soon-to-be orgasm. His cock twitched inside of George, groans growing deeper while George's moans rose in pitch.

"Daddy," George cried out, fresh tears glazing his beautiful mocha eyes. "Daddy, I'm gonna- need to cum. Please let me cum, Daddy."

"Go on, sweetheart," Dream purred hotly into George's ear. George whined and shook his head, his free hand moving to grab at dirty blond locks.

"N-No," George gasped loudly as the head of Dream's cock all but drilled into his sweet spot. "No, I need you to- to touch me. Please, Daddy."

"So sweet of you to ask," Dream paised, hand unlacing from George's to instead wrap around his neglected cock. The brunet bucked into his hand instantaneously, wet tears sliding down his reddened cheeks.

A few expert strokes and thrusts later, and George was spilling into Dream's hand, moaning so beautifully that Dream felt as though he had ascended to the Heavens above. Dream wouldn't have been surprised if it turned out George was an angel, because he lived in a constant state of looking breathtakingly good and acting like he had never committed a sin a day in his life.

"Thank you, Daddy," George listed out the words repetitively like a mantra, breathless yet so full of life as Dream jerked him through his orgasm.

Dream was so fucking entranced on George's beauty, entranced on George. He fucked into George, no longer holding back as he chased his second orgasm of the night. George clenched down on him weakly, fucked-out moans leaving his pretty pink lips.

"Fuck," Dream managed through a low moan, hips stuttering. Dream could see George through the mirror—see his absolutely wrecked face, see his fluttering lashes as Dream fucked him to the brink of overstimulation. "Fuck, George."

"Cum, Daddy," George pleaded through pained whimpers, nails scraping Dream's scalp. "Want your cum in me."

And like a switch had been flipped, Dream's coiling abdomen released, along with the sticky white ropes that filled George's walls with Dream's cum. The dirty blond bit down on the juncture between George's shoulder and neck as he came, moaning into his skin.

The pair both sat together, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat clung to their skin, as well as the cum that had dirtied Dream's hand and George's abdomen. But neither seemed to care—both too entranced by each other's presence, eyes boring into each other with unadulterated fondness.

"Hey, love," Dream whispered gently, smiling brightly, even through his post-sex haze. George made a soft noise, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. A breathy chuckle left Dream's lips as he braced George's hips in his grip. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," George nodded, his words slurred in the slightest. "Yeah, 'm okay."

"Good," Dream slowly rubbed caring circles into George's bruised hips, pressing light kisses to his freckled cheek. "Do you want me to carry you to the bath?"

"Please," George said with a small, shy nod.

"I got you," Dream smiled. He slowly pulled out, cooing softly at the whimpers George let out. "Shh, love, it's okay."

Dream walked George to the bath, settling him down so his back was pressed to Dream's chest. The bath was turned on, set to the perfect warm temperature so that George was content, a small smile settling on his features. They exchanged quiet, fond words as Dream coated George's wet hair in sudsy soap, the smell of lavender and honey filling the air around them.

Dream washed George's body with tender hands, care directing his every move. George nearly fell asleep a few times from how tired he was, but Dream was there to keep him awake, just for the rest of the bath.

And once their bath was finished, Dream dressed the both of them in nice velvety robes and led them to his kitchen, where they sat and enjoyed a bowl of grapes.

"Thank you," George murmured around a grape, hand reaching for the cold glass of water Dream had set out for him.

"For what?" Dream asked, trailing his finger tip up George's unoccupied hand. He stopped his finger at the edge of the bracelet, instead dragging the pad of it over each simple design engraved in it.

"For," George huffed a small laugh, turning his face away sheepishly. "For taking care of me. And- and actually meaning it."

Dream smiled, wrapping his fingers around George's. He brought the brunet's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly, "Of course I care about you. You mean a lot to me."

"You kept...you kept calling me love," George exhaled slowly, eyes locked on the way Dream's cheek squished as he pressed it against George's fingers.

"I always call you love," Dream said. There was only truth in that statement, because Dream always called George love, along with a variety of other pet names.

"But...you do, yeah. But, like," George's brows knitted together, a troubled expression taking over his previous one. Dream's lips parted, teeth grazing his lower lip.

"I call you love," Dream began, taking George's other hand in his. His thumbs ran over George's knuckles soothingly, "because I love you."

A bright smile tugged at George's lips, happy giggles tumbling past his bruised lips. He didn't say anything in response, but he did surge forward to kiss Dream passionately, letting his lips do the telling for him.

The kiss was short and sweet, but ended with George peppering Dream's face in even more short and sweet kisses. Unable to hold back any laughter, Dream let his giggles fall past his lips in waves, hands tightening their grip on George's, just barely.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one being affectionate to you?" Dream laughed, tipping his head away from George.

"Well," George trailed off, cheeks heating up, "you just pay the bills for me. And buy me nice things. But..."

"But?" Dream quirked a brow, urging George to continue.

"But I wouldn't mind if you...were something more," George finished, smiling almost hesitantly.

Dream's eyes widened. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really," George breathed out, nodding and casting his eyes downwards towards the bowl of half-eaten grapes.

"Like," Dream paused, tilting his head slightly, "a boyfriend?"

"Exactly like a boyfriend," George confirmed, hope lacing his tone. Dream couldn't help the relieved smile that graced his lips, ivory teeth gleaming under the bright kitchen lights.

"You drive a hard bargain," Dream teased, lacing their fingers together tightly. His palm was warm against George's.

George chuckled, "Do I?"

"Yes," Dream grinned, choosing to ignore the flirtatious way George said it. He definitely wouldn't mind fucking the brunet again, but George looked as though he were two seconds away from passing out. "I wouldn't mind being your boyfriend."

George's mocha eyes lit up, "So you will?"

"Yes, my love," Dream cupped George's cheek, cradling his skin as though it were porcelain in the palm of his hand, "I will."

"I love you," George whispered, leaning his forehead onto Dream's.

Dream's cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling, but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was the fact that he was here, with George, and he was the happiest he had been in a long while. Though he was always happy when he was with George.

Leaning forward and planting a sweet kiss to George's lips, Dream murmured softly, "I love you, too." 

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