Smut
Degrading, Over stim, choking
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There George sat..alone..in a big- MOTHER FUCKING house, while his friend was at work. Yes, Dream. The dude with 25 million fans had a second job. He made more from streaming and YouTube but this job did help a bit.
George sat cris cross on the couch, petting Patches as he waited. Waited for the moment Clay walked through the door with a smile, arms open ready for George to jump into them. Buttttttt- Clay had over time today. George was very upset. He missed Clays touch. His presence. His everything. E V E R Y T H I N G! He finally got an idea..a very awful idea...
He hopped up, carrying Patches with him to the master bedroom. He set Patches down in front of the body mirror that leaned against a wall next to the window. Surprisingly, she stayed still as George ran off to get his phone. Once he came back he slipped his sweatpants off and shirt. He opened clays drawer and grabbed one of his shirts. Knowing it was going to be way too big, but that was part of the plan.
He was going to tease Dream.
Not the smartest- last time he did he nearly got pounded to Mars. But he was bored and needed attention. He slid the shirt on- it was a bit smaller than he imagined but it was fine. He let the shirt completely cover his boxers so it like he didn't have any on. He sat down on his knees, spreading them out and put his free hand in front of him. He snapped a picture on Snapchat and saved it before putting a text-
Me and Patches are waiting patiently~
He giggled as he sent the snap. He curled his feet around and stood up, leaving his phone on the ground as he ran out the room and into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, imagining Clay standing behind him-
Kissing down his neck while his hands traveled down his body. Hickeys all over his neck, showing he belonged to someone else~ thrusting into-
He shook off his thoughts quickly. He ruffled up his hair and pulled down his boxers-
He was hard.
He groaned throwing his head back.
Well at least it will be a bit more interesting~?
He giggled at himself. He ran out and slid across the floor stopping in front of the mirror where his phone lay. He picked up his phone
Snap from Dreamy 😘😩
He excitedly opened the snap.
Holy shit-
He took a mirror selfie- hair ruffled, suit unbuttoned, and his fangs poked out a bit. Caption wrote-
I'd fuck you in front of that mirror~
George bit his lip as he imagined Clay saying that directly in his ear. So deep and low. George covered his mouth as his breath quickened. He got into position and pulled down the shirt a bit.
He snapped a photo and put text-
Couldn't do it hard enough for me to scream out your name I bet~
