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Dream didn't often obsess over things, but when he did, he fell down the path of obsession hard.

So, when he saw a cute brunet show up to his swimming practice on a Monday evening, he was caught off guard. Dream had never seen the guy before, so he had to be a new addition to the team. He had messy dark brown hair, glittering brown eyes, a cute nose, and pink lips with the most perfect cupid bow he thought he had ever seen.

But if that wasn't enough, Dream thought to himself as his eyes traveled down to his exposed legs, his thighs were probably the most beautiful thing to ever exist on planet Earth.

The way his muscle flexed beneath his pale skin (that hadn't seen the light of day in years, most likely) as he walked down the side of the pool toward where the coach idled around. From where Dream was standing, it looked like he even shaved his legs. That's fucking hot.

Dream watched as his fingers tapped lightly against the side of his thighs while conversing with the coach. He wanted nothing more than to kiss, bite, mark, and squeeze. Oh, what he wouldn't give to have his head between his legs, thighs tightly pressing together as Dream worked—

"—Dream," Dream was basically drooling in his spot beside his best friend, who was nudging his side with a concerned and curious gaze, "are you okay? You're red as fuck."

"Sapnap, er, yeah," Dream gave a weak smile, clearly flustered. Sapnap gave an unconvinced grunt in return and began walking off to where Karl and Quackity stood. The pair were giggling and shoving each other side to side.

Dream spared one last glance towards the pretty brunet (and his stunning thighs, though he tried not to think about it) before following Sapnap.

Practice went by agonizingly slow. Dream could not, for the life of him, get his eyes off of the brunet's thighs. He watched the way his muscles bunched up and released as he pushed off the diving board and into the water. He watched the way his legs kicked when swimming, thighs powering strongly in the water.

Sapnap had teased him about 'eye-fucking' the new guy, or something like that. Dream hadn't been paying much attention. Apparently his coach noticed too, as he caught up to Dream with an irritated huff.

"Dream, what the hell was going on out there?" His coach spoke with a calm tone, though Dream knew he was upset. Dream was one of the best swimmers on their team, tied with Techno, so he was sure seeing him lack during practice was probably disappointing.

Dream rubbed his arm anxiously, purposefully avoiding eye contact, "Lot is on my mind, coach. Sorry."

"It's alright," his coach sighed and let his arms fall to his sides, "you know you can call me Phil, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright..." Phil took a step back, announcing his departure, "see you on Wednesday."

"Right."

It was Wednesday, but Dream had just walked into his English class. When he took a seat and looked towards the door as more and more students piled inside, he wasn't expecting a specific brunet to shyly make his way to the back of the class.

Almost immediately, Dream's eyes flickered down to his thighs, and damn, today must be the worst day to exist, because he was wearing fucking jeans. Dream held back a groan of disapproval and instead looked away, not wanting to come off as weird (if that hasn't already happened).

It was as if the simple fact of him not being able to see his soft, smooth thighs underneath his jeans ruined Dream's entire mood. He suddenly felt irritated, hands itching to rip those tight, light blue skinny jeans off of the brunet's body.

But that would just be flat out rude, so he pushed the thought away.

He learned the boy's name was George. He also learned that George is British. George didn't speak much during practice, and Phil hardly called on him. If he did, Dream hadn't been listening.

Dream had to resist the urge to walk up to him after class. Why not? He didn't know. Probably because he was scared he would end up saying something really fucking weird.

After classes, George was late to practice once again. He walked out of the locker rooms with his towel thrown around his neck, hands nervously tugging at the fabric. Phil sent him a sympathetic look, but Dream doesn't catch it.

He's too focused on the alluring pair of legs making their way to other swimming team members—Niki and Wilbur. Dream bit his bottom lip as he thought of all the things he shouldn't be thinking in the middle of swim practice; what was he, a twelve year old going through puberty again?

And the cycle continues. Weeks go by where Dream not so secretly checks out George, admiring the brunet from afar—either in class or at practice. It was killing him how bad he just wanted to slide his hands up the brunet's legs and spend his time marking up his pretty little thighs.

"Dude," Sapnap roughly shoved Dream's shoulder—they were in the locker rooms getting ready to leave practice and go home, most of the team had already left. Dream sent his best friend a questioning glare, shoving him back in retaliation.

"You have got to stop staring at George like that," Sapnap deadpanned, "I swear, you're like popping a boner every time. Gross."

"I-" Dream cringed, smacking his friend's arm. He grabbed a hold of his duffel bag and looked back to Sapnap, "I don't do that."

"Mhm," Sapnap raised an unconvinced brow, grabbing his own bag and slinging it across his shoulder, "tell that to your half-hard dick," Sapnap smacked Dream's lower abdomen and snickered as he jogged off, sassily saluting on his way out of the locker rooms.

Dream rolled his eyes as he slammed his locker door shut. He turned to leave when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught him off guard. Quizzically, he turned his head towards the sound and nearly ran out of the locker room once he did.

Staring at him curiously was the stunning brunet he had been lusting over for weeks. He had a small duffel bag strap over his shoulder, a loose fitting t-shirt, and short shorts. Dream gulped and looked back up, forcing his gaze to stay locked in brown eyes.

"Hey," Dream managed, an awkward smile tugging at his lips. George gave a small smile in return, running his hand up and down the handle of his bag. Dream pretended not to notice.

"Hi," George's voice was warm, slightly timid but warm nonetheless. Dream raised a brow after they stood in silence for a few moments.

"Is there...any reason you stopped me?" Dream asked, then immediately began sputtering over his words, "Not that I mind, I- er, I don't have anywhere to be, so it's okay."

"Right, sorry," George looked down at his sneaker clad feet, "I...I heard you talking to Sapnap."

"Hm—oh," Dream gasped, cheeks and ear tips reddening out of embarrassment.

"Yeah," George chuckled, swiping his hand across his forehead to move his bangs from his eyes. His brown eyes shone flirtatiously as he cocked a brow, "'pop a boner,' huh? Am I that pretty?"

"Yes," Dream breathed, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes flickered down to the thin, pale legs in front of him.

"During swim practices, too?" George stepped forward, tilting his chin upwards so he could look up at the taller male. Dream tried not to get lost in the deep pools of brown looking deep into his emerald eyes. "Isn't that a little weird to you, Dream? Drooling over a complete stranger?"

"I-" Dream cleared his throat awkwardly. Admittedly, it was a little, if not extremely weird. He had already accepted that, though.

When he didn't respond, George laughed quietly and put his hand on Dream's forearm. Dream watched as George inspected his tanned skin, his thumb tracing over a prominent vein. "Y'know, I...wouldn't be opposed..."

"To..?"

"Oh, come on," George smirked, playfulness lacing his tone, "I've seen the way you look at me."

"You have?" Dream mused, leaning down slightly. George let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course I have," George murmured, batting his lashes. Dream nearly melts on the spot, taking a sharp breath in as George's hand moved from his forearm to barely grazing his hips, "and I would be lying if I said I didn't look at you the same way."

"You do?" George simply laughed lightheartedly at Dream's dumbfounded question.

"Yes," George whispered, his tone humorous and warm in Dream's ears, "gosh, are you that entranced on me that you haven't noticed?"

Dream's face reddened as his eyes flicker to George's thighs again, "maybe."

"Are you implying I take you home?" Dream raised a suggestive brow, "Because I totally can."

"Yes, you dense prick," George giggled, a yelp escaping his lips as Dream grabbed onto his wrist and began tugging him out of the locker room, not even flinching at the loud slam of the door.

George laughed with Dream as they ran to Dream's car. Dream fumbled with his keys and pressed twice on the unlock button, threw his door open, and slid into the driver's seat. George did the same, quickly buckling his seatbelt in. The dirty blond pushed the keys into the ignition and turned the car on, exhaling as the car rumbled to life.

Dream turned his head, their eyes meeting as Dream timidly reached a shaky hand to the brunet's thigh. George's lips tugged up in a smirk as he took Dream's hand and placed it on his thigh. His brain short-circuited as he gave an experimental squeeze, eyes widening at the sight of his own hand engulfing George's plush skin.

With heat rising in his cheeks and blood rushing south, Dream diverted his eyes and swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly feeling dry, "Let's, um, let's go."

The entire ten minute drive to Dream's apartment was silent. George dragged his nails lightly on the bag of Dream's hand, tracing the veins absentmindedly while gazing out the window. It wasn't awkward, but the atmosphere around them was thick with anticipation.

Dream pulled into his usual parking spot—shittily, at that—and threw a smirk in George's direction, earning himself a wink from the latter. Giving one last squeeze to George's thigh, he turned off the car and got out. George was quick to his side, clinging to his arm giddily as they walked up to Dream's apartment door.

"My roommates shouldn't be home," Dream informed quietly, pushing the door open once he unlocked it. He tugged George inside and instantly captured the brunet in a hard, hungry kiss, his hands moving up to cup his face.

George could hardly contain his smile. He chuckled into the kiss, taking Dream's bottom lip between his teeth. Dream sighed, running one of his hands through George's brown hair. He bunched the strands in his hand and tugged lightly. George moaned softly into Dream's mouth, the sound like a beautiful ballad to Dream's ears as he pushed his body closer.

Dream tilted his head, allowing himself to deepen the kiss. He licked George's bottom lip and pushed his tongue into his mouth as George's lips parted. George whined, gasped, and moaned as Dream ran his hands down from his cheeks to his hips.

He wrapped his hands around George's waist and pressed his fingers down. He ran his hands further down, hooking them beneath his bare thighs to lift them both around his waist.

And holy shit, did his thighs feel even more amazing than Dream had imagined.

They were soft to the touch. Dream couldn't hide his excitement as he bit George's lip, silently wishing it was the plush flesh of his inner thighs instead.

George crossed his ankles behind Dream's back and pulled him closer, their growing arousals rubbing pleasantly against each other. George moaned and Dream began trailing kisses from the corner of his mouth to just below his ear. He placed wet kisses while his hand caressed the smooth skin on his thighs.

Dream bit down on the column of George's throat and sucked. He lapped at the skin before pulling away to hungrily admire the newly forming bruise. George rolled his hips forward needily, causing the two of them to simultaneously groan.

"Bedroom?" George asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Dream's neck. Dream looked up from where his head was, catching George's soft brown eyes. His breathing hitched as he admired the brunet with a small, yet fond smile.

"Yeah," he whispered and cautiously carried George to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed and set George down on the end of the bed, nearly getting pulled down with him as George giggled and pulled Dream in for another open mouthed kiss.

Dream smiled and ran his hands up George's inner thighs, grinding his hips into George's. George let out a loud moan, detaching his lips from Dream's.

"Holy fuck...need you," George babbled as he tugged at Dream's shirt and began removing his own. Dream followed suit and tossed his t-shirt to the side.

"I- every time I saw you at practice," George panted as if he were out of breath, his eyes raking across Dream's toned chest, "I wanted you so bad. Fuck, I thought you were straight until Karl started pointing shit out."

"And if Karl hadn't said anything?" Dream mused with a raised brow.

George scoffed playfully and shook his head. Dream took a moment to admire the shy brunet beneath him—the same brunet he had been lusting over since the first moment Dream laid eyes on him—before cupping his face with his left hand. He dipped down to mark up his neck more, reveling in the noises slipping from George's slicked lips.

Dream's hand caressed his soft skin, slowly moving down to his neck where he wrapped his fingers around the brunet's exposed throat, then slipped further and further until he was toying with his nipples. George's breath hitched as he arched his back into the touch, a breathy whine filling Dream's eardrums.

"God...mine," Dream pulled his head back, eyes scanning the building bruises and bite marks on George's neck and throat. "Everyone will see at practice, on campus. Mine."

"Yours," George whispered with wide, lust filled eyes, then bucked his hips up. "Please, do something."

Dream grinned and ghosted his hand over the button on George's shorts. Dream could tell he was uncomfortable in them—hell, if Dream had a fucking boner and was wearing booty shorts, he would be too. He was about to remove them when George threw his head back.

"Please!" He whined loudly, turning his head to the side in embarrassment, "Please, take them off. It-It hurts."

"Shh," Dream soothed and began unbuttoning them. George audibly sighed as he lifted his hips to help Dream remove them, bringing his boxers down with them. He tossed them to the side without care. Dream did the same with his own jeans and undergarments, sucking in a breath between his teeth as cool air hit his erection.

Dream's eyes hungrily raked over George's dick, the tip flushed pink with precum dripping onto his stomach. He licked his lips and leaned down to press chaste kisses onto his soft inner thigh while his right hand wrapped around his length.

Dream's eyes fluttered shut as he bit down on the plush skin and sucked, feeling his stomach flutter and groin burst with pleasure. He wasn't even being touched. God, he was fucking filthy.

"D-Dream," George gasped, jerking his hips up into Dream's hand.

"'S okay, baby," Dream licked over the forming mark and moved to make more, and more, and more. He savored the feeling of George's thigh on his mouth and on his fingertips as he grazed his left hand up and down the expanse of his bare leg.

He gripped the skin harshly, hard enough to leave bruises and have George whimper at the roughness. He licked a stripe from the bottom of his thigh to the top, eyes opening to look intently into George's half-lidded ones.

"Fuck..." George breathed, hand flying out to grasp at Dream's dirty blond hair. Dream ran his thumb over George's slit and bit back a smile as George's hips stuttered.

"Can I?" Dream inched towards George's cock, mouth falling open slightly.

"Can you? God, please," George whined, hand encouraging Dream's mouth closer.

Dream smirked and licked up the underside of George's length, stopping at the top to swirl his tongue around the tip. George groaned and tightened his grip in Dream's hair, causing the dirty blond to moan.

Dream took the tip in his mouth and lapped his tongue at the slit, collecting the droplets of salty precum onto his tastebuds. George moaned as Dream went down further, still stroking the part of George's cock that wasn't in his mouth.

"George," Dream rasped as he came off with a pop. George furrowed his brows and looked down at the American between his thighs. "Um—your thighs, I want them..."

Dream lifted his left thigh with his free hand and pulled it over his shoulder, cheeks dusting pink. "I want them around...my head."

George bit his lip and did as Dream wished. He pulled his other thigh over Dream's shoulder and hooked one ankle over the other. Dream quietly groaned at the feeling of his thighs on either side of his face before going back down on George, taking more of him into his mouth.

Dream bobbed his head, stopping to lick and suck on the tip exclusively before going down. Each time he went down further and further. George's thighs would squeeze with every groan and moan, causing Dream's head to spin and dick to twitch in anticipation.

"Dream," George gasped out, hips shallowly thrusting into Dream's mouth. "I'm—fuck, gonna cum."

"In my mouth," Dream managed, totally not slurring his words, as he pulled off for a few seconds. He went back down even further, nose pushing against the small tuft of hair on George's body. His eyes stung with tears as he fought off the urge to gag.

"Oh, my—" George pushed his head down a bit further before guiding him back up. Dream bobbed his head faster, hollowing out his cheeks more and barely scraping his teeth on George's shaft, which seemed to do the trick.

George came with a cry of Dream's name, his hot seed pouring into Dream's mouth. The dirty blond blinked away tears as he swallowed, finally pulled away and licked his lips. George panted heavily, his grip in Dream's hair faltering.

"Good boy," Dream groaned, voice gravelly, and pressed one last kiss to George's thigh and lifted his head to capture George's lips into a kiss. He continued rubbing his hand over the pale skin.

"Dream, fuck me," George tilted his head back. Dream noticed that he was already half hard again. "Please."

And who was Dream to turn him down? When George was sprawled out beneath him, so pretty, so inviting.

Dream leaned over George, bending his body at an awkward angle as he reached out to the nightstand to grab his lube.

"Condom?" Dream asked, glancing at George with his hand still in the drawer.

"No," George murmured, almost embarrassed, "wanna feel you."

Dream beamed at that and hastily shut the drawer to sit back on his feet. He popped open the cap and poured the cool liquid onto his digits before teasing George's hole.

"Ready?" Dream used his clean hand to grab George's chin and force him to look at Dream. George gulped and nodded. Dream raised a brow, "Verbal yes, please."

"Yes, Dream," George's face flushed a deep crimson, "I'm ready."

"Thank you, baby," Dream leaned down and kissed George's bruised lips, pushing in his index finger until the first knuckle. George breathed out a moan into Dream's mouth and pushed back against his hand.

"Eager," Dream chuckled quietly and caressed his thigh soothingly. He pushed the rest of his finger in, and gave it a moment for George to get used to the intrusion.

"More," George pleaded. Dream gave him just that, and began thrusting his finger at a slow pace. He gave it a minute or two before adding another digit. George let out a drawn out moan, pushing back at the same pace of Dream's fingers.

"You're doing so good," Dream encouraged and turned his head to press light kisses onto George's leg on his shoulder. George shuddered and babbled more, telling Dream to add a third. So he did.

He scissored his fingers inside George, making sure to get him as stretched as possible while also purposefully ghosting his prostate to tease him, just a bit. George whined, brows knitting in frustration as he looked up to Dream.

"You, I want you," George rolled his hips up. "Dream."

"I want you too, I just don't want you to hurt," Dream mumbled and leaned down to capture George's lips on his own.

Their tongues pushed against each other as Dream finally pressed his fingers against George's prostate. The brunet moaned louder than he had the entire time, mouth falling slack as Dream moved to kiss the corners of his lips.

Dream reached for the lube bottle again and began pumping the liquid onto himself. He groaned at the feeling of finally having some pleasure, seeing as he hadn't been touched much at all.

"George," Dream leaned his chest down to George's as he removed his fingers and lined himself up. The brunet breathed heavily, hands raising to wrap around Dream's neck.

No doubt the position had to be uncomfortable, but George wasn't complaining. Dream squeezed his left thigh and began pushing the tip in. He watched as George's eyes rolled back and his lips parted more. Dream bit his lip, eyes darting from his length disappearing inside George to George's blissful expression.

"So tight, George," Dream wiped his lube covered fingers onto the bed sheets and propped himself onto his forearm. George moaned as Dream bottomed out. He didn't give him any chance to adjust as he began rolling his hips.

"Dream, s-so full," George gasped, fingernails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his neck. The sting was welcomed by the brunet as he picked up the pace, the hand on George's thigh tightening its grip impossibly more.

"Yeah? You like that?" Dream's eyes rolled back as he spoke, eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. George felt good—he felt more than good. He felt amazing.

"Taking me so well, baby, so fucking good," Dream praised, slamming his hips into George at a ruthless pace. He could feel the muscles in George's thighs tensing as Dream hit just the right spot with each thrust, only fueling his hips to move faster, harder.

"Fuck!" George screamed, one hand sliding up the back of Dream's head to grab his hair forcefully. "Fuck, right there, right there!"

Dream could feel his own orgasm building up, but he willed himself to hold out for George. The brunet's body racked with each thrust, head turned to the side with a red face. His eyes were squeezed shut with tears sliding down his cheeks.

"F-Fuck," Dream's head hung as his thrusts grew sloppy. "Close, George."

"In me, i-in me," George pleaded. "'M close, too."

Dream pushed himself back and wrapped his fingers around George's raging cock, pumping his fist in time with his thrusts. The brunet's screams were music to Dream's ears. He'd never heard something so angelic yet filthy.

He had the degrading words sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to be thrown at George to fuel the fire, but he couldn't find it in him to do it. Not when George had been so good to him, allowed him to do the things he's done.

"G-George," Dream stuttered, pushing his hips as far as he could as he released, eyes squeezing shut so hard he saw white. He panted heavily, blearily opening his eyes to see that George had finished with him, painting the brunet in white.

Dream winced as he pulled out, and watched as his seed poured out of George's hole. He brought his thumb to wipe it away, whispering an apology as George squirmed at the sensitive touch.

Dream allowed himself to look over George's body—beautiful, as always. But now he was marked, all from Dream. His throat, his collarbones, his thighs. God, his thighs. Dream ghosted his hand over the marks and bites and bruises from Dream's fingertips lining the Brit's pale skin, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Let me clean you up," Dream pecked George's forehead and slowly set his legs down before sliding off the bed. He made his way to his bathroom and grabbed a rag and some pills from the medicine cabinet, then went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

When he returned, George was in the same position, except his forearm was draped over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. Dream smiled to himself and gently began cleaning the mess off of George.

"Thank you," George whispered, his voice scratchy from overuse.

"I don't want you feeling disgusting," Dream chuckled and held out the water and pills to George, prying his forearm off of his eyes. "Take these, then we can sleep."

"M'kay," George sat up slightly and popped the pills into his mouth, chasing them with the cold water. He leaned over to set the water down on the nightstand before making room for Dream to get into the bed.

Dream obliged, sliding in beside the brunet and instantly wrapping his arms around him. George nuzzled his head into Dream's chest and sighed, pulling him closer by the waist.

"G'night, Georgie," Dream whispered and placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Night," George sighed.

Dream closed his eyes, one of his hands sliding down to George's thigh to pull it over his hip. George chuckled quietly before going quiet again, leaving Dream to fall asleep in the arms of the guy he had been longing for for weeks, and hopefully would be able to keep for many, many weeks to come.

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