Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 8

"Dear God, Dream-" George was suddenly afraid to finish, he didn't want to lick his own cum.

"Let go." Dreams tone was threatening, and George released his hand from his dick.

Suddenly, Dream rubbed him really fast and really hard, putting him in his mouth as he came.

George moaned, and arched his back as Dream kept going at the same pace. "Dream, I finished,"

Dream ignored him, pumping his hand even faster, licking his lips after swallowing.

George yelped and kicked his legs, over-pleasured.

Dream didn't stop until George had another orgasm, forcing him to finish on the sheets.

"Now look at what you've done."

"No, Dream." George panted as he slowed down. "I'm not licking my cum that's disgusting."

"You've never tasted your own cum?"

"You have?"

"Hasn't every guy?" Dream suddenly flustered. "Whatever- clean your mess, Kitten."

George groaned and pulled up his boxers that had been sitting at his ankles. "I'm not licking it."

"Do it."

"Or what?"

Dream thought for a moment. "I don't know, you're supposed to obey."

"Boohoo." George got out of the bed, having a hard time trying to stand with the violent shaking in his legs.

"You're doing laundry then."

"Mkay." George was unbothered by the threat. He went into the kitchen, sun shining through the windows creating a golden highlight on the counters and cabinets. He started making coffee, the warm smell filling Dreams apartment.

Dream came up behind him and hugged him. "I love you."

"Mmm." George turned his head, and gave Dream a soft kiss. "I love you too."

"What time are you going to work?" Dream got off George and grabbed a Monster from the fridge.

"Not sure, Bagel said she'd call."

"She has your number?" Dream wasn't typically jealous or insecure, but he was cautious so George was reminded he still cared about boundaries.

"Of course, she's my coworker."

"Do y'all text often?"

George poured coffee into his mug and sat across from Dream at the island. "Only when it involves work."

"Okay, let me know if she gets too personal."

"She knows we're together, Dream. I don't keep you a secret."

Dream smiled warmly. "Good."

"I tell everyone, it's honestly such a flex that we're together." George took a sip of his coffee.

"Really?"

"Yeah, duh."

"I tell people about you too. Every chance I get, I slip you into the conversation. Some of my coworkers want to meet you, I'm scared though because if they see how cute you are they might try to simp."

"I'll just show them the hickey scars all over my chest."  Dream was so violent in bed sometimes, he left extremely dark hickeys on Georges chest that refused to heal. Sometimes it would get so bad it would hurt while he was sucking.