♡ ᴍᴄʏᴛ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ♡

Titties (Dreamnotfound)

And before he knew it, he passed out.

Dream smiled and slightly shuffled under George, leaving him to lay on his stomach on the bed while he stretched near the bed.

A yawn flew out his mouth as he heard his joints pop back into place.

He scratched the side of his hip as he lazily strolled downstairs to make them some breakfast.

|❤|❤|❤|❤|

The morning had long flew by and now morphed into the evening, pleasantly surprising George at the change.

He scratched behind his ears and yawned, feeling more energized than in the morning.

His content mood was cut off when he noticed the empty spot on the bed.

He frowned slightly and carefully wobbled off of the bed and strolled downstairs, looking for his love.

His frown twisted to a sweet smile as he watched his boyfriend play with Patches on the couch, pretending to make her fly with her paws in the air.

He carefully walked up to the couch, and leaned over the part of the couch you're supposed to lean back on.

Making Dream sputter in embarrassment of being caught.

George simply smiled and practically had to fold himself over the couch to give a light kiss on Dream's lips.

Patches had long left, strutting away like the queen she was.

Suddenly, Dream pulled George down onto his chest. Dream being hurt more than George in the process, most likely because he was underneath.

"I made you some lunch, want it now?"

Dream whispered against George's lips, looking up fondly at him.

George nodded, but didn't move from his space on Dream.

"You gonna get up or. . .?"

Dream slightly pushed George off of him to try and prompt him to get off of him.

"Nope! Carry me!"

George smiled childishly, laughing lightly when Dream huffed.

"Fineeeee,"

Dream remarked, sitting up and holding George up. Only moving when he felt George's legs tighten around him.

When Dream placed George on the chair, he immediately went to get George's lunch from the microwave.

When he placed in front of George, he immediately began to gobble at it. Making Dream laugh lightly as he watched George's cow ears bounce slightly, something that happened when he was happy.

Even if it was minute, he could see the way that George was squirming in his seat, constantly shifting between laying his breasts on the table or lifting him by a not so subtle arm underneath them.

Dream almost thought it was comical, how hard George was trying to hide the fact that he's sore. They've been married for about two years, and yet George still feels embarrassed.

"You know, it's ok if you want a massage after lunch. I'm fine with it,"

Dream explained, holding in a chuckle when George looked excitedly over to him and tried to seem composed while saying:

"Um, yea. I'll take you for up for a massage,"

Dream smirked and nodded, walking over to their bedroom and basically making a comfy little spot for them.

💖🧡💛💚💙💜

It wasn't long before George was wobbling to their room, smiling fondly when he noticed Dream sitting there waiting for him.

"Can we. . . you know?"

George asked, he still doesn't know how he was still embarrassed about asking for it.

"Of course honey,"

Dream responded, patting the pillow in front of him, most likely for George to perch himself on.

George was blushing wildly when he sat on Dream's lap, straddling him.

Dream looked at him fondly and smiled at his bashfulness.

"Can I?"

Dream asked, carefully motioning his hands to George's chest. George nodded, his hand was laid across his eyes so he wouldn't have to see it.

He was already blushing madly.

He almost whined out when his breasts came in contact with Dream's large hands, but he couldn't lie and say that it was unpleasant or that he wanted to stop.

He still had his hand over his eyes and now had a squiggly smile over his face. He was now putty in Dream's hands.

Dream laughed at the reaction, and placed a small kiss to the bottom of George's chin.

"Come onnnnnn, 'm wanna see your face,"

Dream whined, nudging George's hand with his forehead, slowing down his pace with his hands.

George frowned at the sudden slowness and reluctantly uncovered his eyes, just for him to be struck with the dopey smile on Dream's face.

"S-stop that. . ."
"Stop what pumpkin?"
"Looking at me all. . .weird. . ."
"Aww, can't I just admire my baby?"

The scene was already intimate with Dream's teasing, but with the extra touch.

It was perfect.

Word Count: 1234