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irresistible

George got to his knees in front of the mirror, spreading them apart so that they were in line with his shoulders. He held his phone so it covered his face, thumb hovering over the capture button while his other hand smoothed down the fabric of the thigh highs.

He snapped a quick picture, giving it a once over (and yeah, his boner was definitely visible), then hurriedly sent it off to Dream with a winky face emote. It was probably late in the states, but not as late as it was in London, so Dream would have time. Right?

George held his phone in place, camera trained on his lap as he switched to a video recording. He might as well give Dream more to work with, just to be nice.

He pressed record, staring intently at himself through the phone's camera. His fingers trailed lightly up his thigh, catching the bottom of the white skirt. He went up, up until the faintest bit of golden panties showed, before hitting stop and sending it.

His phone was quickly discarded because fuck, he couldn't wait any longer. Not when he looked like this, so fucking delectable and irresistible.

George rested the palm of his hand over his clothed erection, cupping the outline of his cock. He shuddered a breathy moan, eyes following the way his fingertips ran from the bottom to the top.

His eyelashes fluttered hotly, lips parted as heavy breaths left them. He was entranced solely on himself—the way his hips would roll up into the palm of his hand, thighs quivering a little with each thrust.

God, what would Dream do? George's free hand slid up his exposed stomach, reaching his chest to lightly thumb at his nipples, up to his neck where he wrapped his dainty little fingers around his throat, imagining multiple violet marks to contrast his pale skin—all of which left by Dream.

Dream would probably press his thumb into the bruises sadistically, all while raking his eyes over George's pretty, helpless body. Dream would dig his canines into flesh and slide his tongue into each indent just to savor the feeling.

"Want you so bad," George breathed. Dream wasn't there, but he knew.

He knew from George's sudden texts, he knew from the tent in his skirt, he knew from his teasing movements.

"So, so bad," George moaned and rolled his hips up again. The drag of his cock against the laced panties was electrifying. He wanted more, more, more.

"Want you...on top of me," George ran his hand up from his throat to his jaw, then his lips where he wrapped them around two of his fingers. He moaned around them, sucking lightly as he pulled the bottom of the skirt up, revealing his hardened cock pressing against the fabric of the panties.

"Dream," George whined, pulling his saliva-covered fingers out of his mouth to run over his chest. Brown, hazy eyes followed the slow movement, his dick twitching in his panties.

"Wan' you..." George gasped as he hurriedly tugged the front of the panties down, letting his cock spring up. George whimpered as he eyed his raging cock. He was so fucking hard.

"Want you in between my legs, Dream! Fuck, want your- your lips around my cock, making me feel so good," George panted, grabbing onto the fat on his thighs to refrain from jerking himself. Dream would tell him to be patient, and he'd obey. He's a good boy, he can be good.

And to think he wasn't even recording this.

George waited a few more moments before touching himself—eyes studying his shaking form. His chest was pink and puffed out, nipples erect as he ran his spit-slicked fingers over them. He continued to writhe, cock hitting his stomach with each twitch. His skirt had a wet spot on it from dripping precum, only making things ten times hotter. Dream would comment on his messiness; he would tease him for it.

Finally, fingers wrapped around his length. He bit his lip to suppress an embarrassing moan, even though he was alone. Was he that desperate?

George swiped his thumb over his tip, wiping a growing bead of precum away to spread along his dick. Instead of looking downwards, his eyes were fixated on himself in the mirror.

He watched as his own hand slowly stroked his cock, fingertips gliding over his length with ease from the mixture of spit and precum. He visualized Dream's hand, thick and calloused fingers squeezing lightly as he thumbed over George's slit repeatedly until he became a whimpering, writhing mess.

"Dream..." George whined, his thighs spreading further.

George's phone pinged vigorously from somewhere in his room, but he paid it no mind. His thoughts were elsewhere; somewhere where Dream was with him, on his knees in front of George with his thick fingers wrapped around the brunet's cock.

"F-Feels so good," George whimpered, eyes struggling to stay open as he stroked himself faster. His hips rolled up in time with his fist, thighs beginning to ache from holding himself up.

The hand that had been playing with his nipple fell to the floor, palm flat to the ground as he leaned onto it to thrust his hips faster. The heat in his stomach pooled and pooled, thoughts only on Dream and how good Dream would make him feel.

"I..." The words died on his tongue as George looked at the white fabric hugging his body, gold accents making him look somewhat godly. "C-Close," he choked out between moans.

George twisted and jerked his wrist, knuckles brushing against the underside of his cock with every pump. He sped up, going faster as the pleasure continued to build up, before he was spilling white ropes into his hand and onto his stomach.

He fucked into his fist through his orgasm, eyes rolling back while his mouth hung open in a lewd moan. His thighs gave out on him, and he finally allowed himself to slump down, breaths coming out in heavy pants.

George opened his eyes after a few seconds (or minutes, he couldn't really tell). His disheveled reflection stared back at him, eyes still cloudy with dissipating lust. He reached over to his discarded phone and smiled weakly at the abundance of messages from Dream.

george
holy fkuc
im in a clal with sapnap
god, youre filthy
can you call?
george?

George chuckled quietly before snapping a quick photo of his current state—cum coating his stomach and skirt, face and chest flushed a deep red. Of course, George didn't forget to include himself licking his own release from his fingers.

He sent the photo with the caption 'sorry, got a little carried away xoxo ;)' and shut off his phone. He sighed heavily, giving himself another once over before breaking out into a lopsided grin.

His phone broke out into a familiar tune, causing him to snap his head downwards. Dream's contact stared back at him, and a new giddy feeling brewed inside of him. He slid right to accept the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"George," Dream breathed huskily, causing the hairs on George's neck to stand on end. "You up for a round two, baby?"

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yep george is hot ok bye :hearteyes:

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