The clamouring city outside and the delicate hands interlacing with his was sufficient to make Dream content and have a reason to smile about. Returning home after a busy day on a Friday, meeting one of his old friends on the way, and entering a café to have a friendly talk was not was he was expecting, but it so happened to be that way.
He remembered George once mentioning that he loved the ‘Rose Lemon Spritzer’ that was available here but he didn’t know the other would love it so much to have 3 glasses of it within the first thirty minutes of their arrival there. Perhaps his old companion Punz didn’t mind, but it did make Dream a wee bit embarrassed of his boyfriend’s behaviour. He eyed the other only to find him plastering an innocent smile in that very defined and handsome face of his. Dream excused him this time, but he made a note to himself that next time his boyfriend’s ‘puppy eyes’ wouldn’t let him get away with it.
Thinking about his cozy bed and snuggling with George without having to worry about work tomorrow brought excitement within Dream. He was always preoccupied with work, but maybe working with his partner gave him a boost of motivation to work harder. He was still listening to Punz talk something about how he had got his car fixed for free. The other was talking with so much enthusiasm that Dream didn’t have it in him to interfere and tell him that they needed to head home as Sapnap was coming over.
“Yeah and like this one time we were at this waterpark and like this guy, he just comes up to me…..” The blond didn’t know when he transitioned the scenes, but he was pretending to listen anyway. Just then, George had rested his hands on Dream’s lap. The two were sitting beside each other and Punz was sitting across. He looked at his boyfriend only to find him sipping his fourth glass of spritzer.
The brunet was also probably not listening to Punz’s story as he let the drink touch his plush lips making it shine. George then licked his lips seductively, slowly dragging his tongue over it and letting his sharp teeth dig into it before placing his drink down while still maintaining eye contact. The action made Dream intake a sharp breath before breaking eye contact and placing his hand atop his boyfriend’s on his lap. George only smiled wider still looking at Dream, knowing that Dream understood what he wanted.
Dream knew this wasn’t the place for George to be acting like this. He liked to tease George, not the other way round. But the way the brunet’s hand was slowly travelling upwards to rest on the more of his thigh made Dream’s blood rush southwards. He knew George was still eyeing him innocently but he avoided his gaze and cleared his throat. Trying to straighten up, he tried to remove the smaller’s hand from his lap but the other wouldn’t budge. Of course, he thought, George never listened, like the brat he was and he knew that he secretly liked to be punished.
“Oh that’s so weird,” Dream said, trying to continue the conversation with the man sitting opposite to him. “Actually can you excuse us? I have to talk to George for a sec,” he pulled the brunet out of the booth, without waiting for an answer from Punz and dragged him into the bathroom.
“George can you seriously not wait till we get home? Like why are you so fucking desperate? Do you need your behaviour fixed?” the blond spoke louder than usual, he knew the tone would make George behave for now.
“No I can’t and yeah I need my behaviour fixed. Actually your big cock in me would make me behave you know,” he let out in a bratty tone.
“George, behave,” Dream tried to speak in the calmest voice he could muster. He knew George was trying to rile him up. But he would rather fuck George in their larger-than-needed penthouse than in the bathroom of a café.
“And what if I don’t?” the brunet now moved closer, with Dream’s back hitting the cold tiled walls. He placed his hand on Dream’s hard-on and let out a pathetic whimper and kissed Dream slower than ever.
Even though he loved when George took control once in a while, the blond made up his mind that today would not be the day. He grabbed the brunet’s waist, flipping them over, and continued kissing George. He made sure the other was digging his nails on his shoulder as he needed to breathe between the fiery kiss they shared.
Tongues moving in and out, teeth clawing on each other’s lips, Dream finally pulled away and straightened himself. George let out a whine but didn’t say any further as he knew he should be good if he really wanted Dream to fuck him.
When they walked out to their booths, it was empty and there was a note on the table. It said that he had to be somewhere urgently and that everything was paid so they need not worry.
Seeing that, the brunet wasted no time in hurrying out of the café, holding his boyfriend’s hand and practically shoving Dream in the driver’s seat while him sitting in the passenger’s. Dream swore that he never drove faster than he did today. His hands weren’t stable and he was getting impatient more than ever. Reaching their 14th story penthouse building, the two entered the empty elevator.
Once the doors of the elevator shut, Dream grabbed both of George’s wrists and pinned them above his head. He could feel George getting hard in his pants, he never got enough of seeing George in such a pathetic state. Grinding against the brunet and kissing him passionately, the blond made up his mind that he would be really rough today.
“You better prepare I’m gonna fuck you so hard princess,” Dream said, almost out of breath.
“What type is ‘so hard’ exactly?” panting, the brunet questioned as Dream was leaving bruises down his neck.
“God you’re such a fucking whore,” he carried the brunet, as his legs hung on either side of Dream and the doors opened to reveal their shared penthouse.
He could’ve taken him to the couch or the bedroom but Dream had other plans. He led them to the glass dining table and propped the brunet on top of it. Maybe that wasn’t the brightest idea but being so rich meant that ruining things around the house would be no problem. As impatient as he was, he didn’t start undressing. He simply sat on the chair, rest his elbows on the armrest and eyed George.
The brunet furrowed his brow and formed a confused expression but when he met those verdant eyes he knew exactly what was hiding behind them. He let his feet touch the ground and got off from the table. Bruising his lower lip he straddled Dream’s lap. The blond harshly gripped his waist and he let his arms wrap around the younger man’s shoulder. Their lips immediately met and Dream thrust his hips upwards. A whimper escaped the brunet’s mouth but it was muffled by the intense kiss they shared.
The air smelled of their mixed exotic perfumes arousing the two even more. George hastily unbuttoned the blond’s shirt and threw it somewhere, forgotten for the day. His hands found the blond locks and gripped them, as Dream continued leaving marks on the brunet’s neck.
Dream didn’t hold back, sucking, licking and kissing every inch of exposed skin he could find. And George didn’t hold back the whimpers and moans. In fact, he knew he looked pretty doing it; he knew the blond loved it. “Ahh Dream,” he moaned as the blond gripped his wrists and held it behind his back. George tried to break free from the grip, knowing that if he tried to do so Dream will treat him harsher.
And Dream did do as George wished. “You don’t wanna follow my orders yeah? How about I tie you up, you’d like that wouldn’t you, dirty little whore.” The degrading words made George roll his eyes and let out a lewd moan as his hard dick twitched in his pants. The control Dream had over George was what aroused the brunet the most, but every time a derogatory word was directed to him, he obeyed as submission clouded over him.
“Yeah I want you to tie me up and use me daddy,” the brunet let out, getting exactly what he wanted.
Scoffing and sharing another heated kiss, Dream removed the necktie knotted around his throat and tied George’s wrist behind his back. George thought about his hands and legs being tied on the bed, blindfolded while Dream would be pounding into him being something he would like right now. But maybe he’d have to behave better than what he was at the moment.
The blond wrapped a hand around George’s neck and smiled satisfactorily when the other whimpered and closed his eyes trying to grind on him. “On your knees George, you look so fucking pretty like this,” he groaned as the brunet slid out of his lap and onto the floor looking up at Dream with a hungry expression.
Discarding his pants and boxers he gently held the brunet’s jaw, “If you want me to stop at any point you know what to do yeah?” George shook his head yes but when Dream raised his brow, he replied with a, “Yes I know Dream.” The blond then gripped his boyfriend’s brown locks and guided him towards his dick. He was hard and the way George was eyeing it was not helping.
George licked a stripe from the bottom and took the tip in his mouth. He licked the slit and lathered the pre-cum collected at the tip. Swirling his tongue at only the tip and looking directly at those green eyes he smirked as a string of saliva connected his lips to the other’s hard and throbbing dick. “Stop being a fucking tease,” the blond tugged his hair.
He licked his lips as Dream leaned forward and positioned a thumb over his chin. The brunet complied and opened his mouth as Dream spit inside. “Swallow princess.” George knew it was an order, except the way he strung those words together made his heart flutter as he remembered how good the other was at dirty talk.
Taking Dream in his mouth once again, George slowly moved his lips up and down his boyfriend’s big and hard length. Every time he was on his knees for the man, he was always impressed with how big the other was. Maintaining eye contact and bobbing his head up and down the shaft, George was starting to tear up and Dream loved the sight of seeing his man in that state.
“George, you’ll make me cum for god’s sake,” the blond said as tears rolled down the other’s eyes while still moving up and down Dream’s hard length. George tightened his lips and dragged it along his walls, licking the slit with his tongue as he removed his lips completely.
“Can you fuck my throat,” the brunet whimpered weakly and waited for Dream’s answer.
“Yeah if you ask me nicely.”
“This is as nice as it gets, just fuck my throat,” the brunet whined.
“Well, I guess you’re not getting your throat fucked today,” Dream pulled the brunet’s hair outwards.
George knew Dream loved it when he was obedient and pliant, and if he wanted something, he'd have to listen to his boyfriend. "Daddy please, I want you to fuck my throat, please I want you to use this slutty little mouth of yours," the brunet moaned and immediately gasped when Dream grabbed his dick and shoved it into the brunet's mouth.
Soft hums and sobs left the brunet as his throat was mercilessly fucked by Dream. The blond made sure George’s lips reached the end of his length, till it tickled the small of his pubic hair. George gagged as Dream pounded into him, clutching his hair with both his hands. The blond continued the motion until he felt himself go hazy and pleasure-driven as he released into George’s mouth.
Making sure he swallowed every inch of cum that dripped out of the blond’s dick, George separated himself from the other and kept looking at Dream. The blond was recovering from his daze and when he met his boyfriend’s eyes he let out, “Baby do you still wanna be tied up or not?”
As much as he loved not using his hands, the brunet thought it was rather uncomfortable in the position he was right now. Maybe another time they would actually use some toys and make it comfortable enough for him. “Yeah actually it’s kinda uncomfortable,” he sighed, “Next time make sure to add a blindfold, makes it sexier you know.”
Dream scoffed at that and removed the unnecessarily tight tie from his wrists. He scooped up George and made him sit on the table. They shared a tantalizing and slow kiss, with Dream trying to get more of it and George wanting himself fucked and growing impatient.
“Hmph,” the brunet held Dream’s jaw and tried to move it away from him.
“What’s wrong?” Dream asked as he broke away from the kiss and looked at George.
“Dream,” whining, he held the blond’s hand and guided it to his dick.
Smirking, the blond touched George clothed dick and with the other hand he pushed the brunet to lie back into the table. George removed his shirt and Dream positioned his mouth above his hard length. He licked the member and felt it twitch underneath him. George cried out a moan and placed his hands on the blond’s hair.
Each time Dream would lick his clothed length, he would let out an obscene sound that made the blond give in to everything George asked him to do. “Please I’ve been good Dream, unghh…” Finally pulling down his pants and boxers, Dream began to stroke George’s hard and leaking cock.
The movements were very slow but George knew the only way he could get his boyfriend to be rough was to wait for it. So he lay there, whimpering and moaning until Dream felt that he was good enough to receive it faster. The blond’s big and rough hands, that George loved holding onto were going with quick paces. Dream would occasionally praise George about how well he was doing and that would turn him on more than ever.
“Few more minutes until you’ll receive it hard in your ass baby,” the blond said, looking at George with a dominant look on his face.
And George just sat there as Dream stroked him fast enough to make him cum all over the blond’s face. Dream loved to lick every inch of George he could, but today he didn’t. He simply turned the brunet around, lifted his hips and pushed his face down on the table. He ghosted a finger above the other’s hole and kissed the lower of his spine.
Reaching up to George’s ear he whispered, “I’m gonna get some lube, don’t move from here alright?”
George nodded frantically and Dream kissed him again as he went to grab the bottle of lube from their bedroom. George loved the tight hand around his neck; he loved being manhandled by Dream, receiving quick kisses in the middle of a heated session. It made him fall in love a little more, he wanted to trust him more, he liked when it hurt.
So when Dream arrived with a bottle of lube in his hands, George spoke, “Dream?”
“Yes George,” Dream hesitated as he placed the bottle on the table and held George by the hips trying to make him lay comfortably.
“No, no,” the brunet grabbed Dream’s hand and the look on his face made the blond release a sigh of relief as he thought George was not liking what they were doing now. “I just—the thing we were talking about the other day, I want you to hurt me Dream, I just,” he sighed, as he had wanted this to happen for a long time, but the situation made him feel a bit overwhelmed.
“George we’re not doing it if you don’t want to okay—“
“No I want to, I really want to, I just feel—it’s not like that,” the brunet cut him off.
“Do you really? You know I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to,” Dream placed a hand on George’s cheeks, caressing him.
“Yes, I trust you that’s why I want it okay, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and yes I want to,” the brunet held Dream’s wrist and waited.
Kissing him slowly, the blond whispered, “Anytime you wanna stop tell me okay?” looking at those hazel loving eyes.
The other just nodded and repositioned himself as before and spoke, “And don’t forget to be rough.”
Smirking and murmuring something along the lines of ‘whore’ he picked up the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on his fingers. He inserted two fingers at a time and scoffed when it went in easier than he had expected it to and gripped his ass with the other hand.
The motion was slow at first but when he inserted the third finger in, he slowly picked up the pace. George had continued his moans and whimpers as his hole was ruthlessly fingered by Dream. The brunet smiled to himself as he thought how lucky he was to get a man to abuse his hole like Dream did. The fourth one slid in without intrusion as Dream smacked the brunet’s ass and George let out a shocked gasp.
After he was satisfied enough, he removed the lubed finger and brought it to his now-hard dick and stroked it a few times. He placed a knee on the table and entered George slowly. The brunet had already started shaking his ass not fazed by the big length as he had gotten used to it by now. He let out a choked moan as Dream started rocking faster than he had expected him to.
Gripping George’s hair, he thrust deep and fast into the brunet, both groaning and panting at the speed. Dream made sure to enter all the way in and felt the way the brunet’s hole tightened with each thrust. The creaking of the table and the dirty sounds surrounding him made him buck his hips even deeper as he heard the brunet cry out louder than before.
He pulled out his throbbing dick from the fucked out pink hole and turned the brunet to face him. He quickly inserted it back and starting rocking back and forth, matching his pace as before. Hearing George moan out his name louder and louder with each thrust, and the eye contact he maintained made Dream land a slap on the brunet’s cheeks already reddened cheeks.
“Harder,” he heard George say between whimpers, “I want—please harder Dream.”
“Whatever you say, princess.” Dream slapped him harder across the face and seeing George roll his eyes and whisper a, “Thank you,” he was sure they would do this more often than he imagined before. He also thought about getting a new table at that point.
Never decreasing his pace, he heard George whining with pleasure and reached a hand to touch his leaking cock. The brunet splattered white all over his stomach right away and Dream was nearing his climax. It took him a few thrusts as he released inside his man while groaning and praising George about how well he did.
Slowly removing himself from George he cooed as he placed chaste kisses all over the other. The brunet giggled and attempted to move Dream’s face away from him. “You’ve been kissing me even while we were fucking, are you that desperate?” George asked sarcastically as he received loving kisses from the other.
“You’re just so kissable and adorable, I can’t help it you know.”
“Clean us up idiot it’s getting all sticky,” the brunet cringed as he got off from the table. “And we need to get this removed from here,” laughing, he indicated to the table.
“We can just clean this up, I mean it’s not that bad if you look at it,” he spoke but looking at the look on George’s face he continued, “Yeah okay we’ll get a new one sorry,” wheezing.
Dream picked up the discarded boxers from the floor and put them on to get towels and a bottle of water. He wiped off the mess and carried George to the shower where they shared a few giggles while the blond bathed the two. He accidentally got soap on George’s eye and received a few punches and smacks on his arm.
The two sat in their bedroom and George was already on top of Dream kissing and touching their crotches together. The blond was exhausted and practically half asleep but didn’t push away George as he liked the feeling of the other being close to him. He also didn’t want to say no whenever the brunet was excited about something.
They were interrupted by a call, it was from Sapnap. The two now remembered that he was supposed to come over. Dream suggested that maybe he was busy with work being unable to reach here.
“YOU GUYS WERE LITERALLY FUCKING ON THE DINING TABLE, WHY DID YOU INVITE ME OVER? TO GIVE ME A SHOW?” their friend screamed and Dream held the phone away from his ears.
“Jeez why are you screaming, sorry we forgot about it, how do you know what we were doing?” the blond questioned.
“I came over and saw George lying there while you were—ugh—I don’t even know what to say anymore,” Sapnap answered.
“Like that’s your fault you should’ve called or something,” George piped in.
“Yeah yeah, everything is my fault, I’m coming tomorrow and I better not see anything like that otherwise I’m literally moving away with Karl like that’s not even a joke.”
The three shared laughs and hung up. Dream removed George from his lap and put an arm around him, spooning. He laughed to himself as he said, “You know what’ll be so funny?”
“What?”
“If we literally did the same thing tomorrow when Sapnap comes ove—“ he broke into a wheeze and George joined along holding his lover as the daze of the night carried the two, promising to never let them drift apart.
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