Dream was really excited for this.
Countless hours were spent crouched over his desk with magnifying glasses digging little marks into the bridge of his nose as his fingers became shaky from all the tiny, repetitive movements he absolutely could not fuck up. This was the exact moment all his turmoil had led up to.
A wave of relief washed over Dream when he finally placed the front panel back onto his Neuralink headset, the satisfying clicks of the hard plastic solidifying his weeks worth of effort. A soft power on jingle played from the headphones he had attached to the device, and Dream soaked in the satisfaction of his modifications.
Modding a Neuralink wasn’t difficult, in fact, most people did. The only difference between Dream and most people, was that he was taking the extra step. He wasn’t just installing software, or hacking through firewalls— he was upgrading the hardware itself. Making little changes in the way the system fired at his neurons, causing him to feel much more than the machine had actually been designed for.
You see, these machines were created for a specific purpose with specific hardware as to not let little kids fry their brains out playing virtual reality tag at recess. Only small, specific signals were allowed to pass through the sensors and into your neurochip for safety reasons, of course. But, of course, the company had left some major back doors open in all of their gear, making it stupidly easy to twist and change their technology into exactly what you wanted.
And what was it Dream wanted?
He wanted to go to NeoNevadas. Plain and simple.
NeoNevadas was a place known by many, but only accessible by very few. It’s location was only found during certain time periods on certain days, and you needed a very special graphics chip to even be able to see it. Getting in was a whole different story— the user would need so many extra neuron processors in their headset, it would explode halfway down the hall if it wasn’t properly wired.
Dream was no master, but he knew his way around a couple circuit boards. Though it took a while, Dream was finally able to soup up his machine enough to attempt his virtual escape.
Nerves finally set in, and Dream found himself wiping sweat from his neurotransmitters before slipping the helmet over his head.
He felt the familiar little crackle of electrical pulses snap against the sensitive skin of his scalp, making him jolt in discomfort for a moment while the impossibly close screen booted up.
Thick, heavy wires laid uncomfortably along his back and sides, tangling across his bare arms and legs. After all, you really wanted to watch out for static electricity with these types of things. One wrong shock and you can fuck up your whole system.
The screen flickered from black to gray, and Dream neary held his breath. A bright Neuralink logo plastered across his vision, and he quickly found himself unintentionally bouncing his leg. As the trademarked company’s photos faded, a message popped up in Dream’s field of view.
New software installed: 32 packages
New hardware installed: 19 packages
WARNING: hardware installed is not NeuraLink certified. NeuraLink does not take responsibility for any misconduct or accidents that may occur during use of uncertified mechanical parts.
“I agree.” Dream spoke with a voice so crackly, it was almost like he hadn't spoken in days.
Well, that was partially true.
Agreed to terms of use.
New avatar customizations available. Would you like to customize your avatar?
“Yes.”
A long, swooping blur of colors and light flashed, nearly making Dream dizzy by the time it stopped. He was watching himself move from a third person perspective, watching his outfit change with just a simple thought.
He had almost forgot he installed these new outfits— ones that were customized specifically for these types of underground, new-age, cyberpunk-esque, virtual reality clubs. Bright neon face paints and features that glowed only under a black light, shiny clothes that stuck skin tight to his body as he tried them on with a simple thought.
Dream’s mind scrolled through pages and pages of clothes, hair, accessories, and even facial mods to create someone who looked as close to him as he could. Or, well, someone who looked like the significantly cooler version of himself.
After a long while of mixing and matching, Dream settled on a shimmering suit with intricate designs sewn on with silk, a matching shirt that stood out just as much, and a pair of sunglasses that barely blocked any sun, made for more fashion as they spanned across his nose and eyes with a single, long, glowing lens.
This should do.
In an instant, a crackling, miniscule second, the interface shifted. Dream was sucked back into his body— er, well, his avatar. He shook himself out like a dog who just came inside from the rain and took a nice long look at himself. He really did look so similar to how he did in real life—blond wavy hair, green eyes, freckles, even his little sharp toothed smile— and he was quite glad. That means anyone he happens to meet tonight would be seeing the real him.
By far, one of the most popular things to do on a Neuralink virtual reality headset was visit the virtual cities they have mapped out. And of course, that’s where NeoNevadas lied. Around a couple alleyways that nobody cared to pay attention to and through a hazy door that was practically invisible. The city was so bright and bustling, nobody had time to pay attention to a glitchy looking entrance.
Slow walking under the starry sky started instantly. All Dream had to do was think about going somewhere, and his feet seemed to take him there. A couple turns… down some alleyways…
And there it was— exactly where Dream expected. The door was full of dull, faded graffiti and peeling stickers. It seemed unreal, as if it was fading in and out of existence.
Damn, maybe he’d really need to splurge on his next graphics upgrade.
The knob fit into his hand well, sending a strange feeling down his spine. He could feel the knob. He felt the cold, damp metal in his palm as if it was truly in his hand. He felt the little mechanism inside the lock click a few times over as he twisted just a bit, until the door swung open.
A long, dark hallway with stairs at the end was revealed to him. Fear began clouding the back of his mind as the crackling subsided, finally letting him take a deep breath and calm himself. This is what you wanted.
Just step inside.
Honestly, he couldn’t tell if it was even him speaking in his mind anymore.
Dream shook himself. He rubbed harshly at his face, blotting away any kind of staticky nerves that threatened to send him away from this place. A quick deep inhale, and Dream pushed himself forward past the doorway.
Alright.
A loud bang echoed through the hall as the door slammed itself shut. A sickeningly tingling rose in the back of Dream’s throat, making his mouth unreasonably dry. It’s just down a flight of stairs, he told himself.
The stairwell echoed with each scuff of his shoes and the thick bass of the club’s music. He could practically see the waves of sound rippling after each noise, ripples altering his vision as they came at him from all directions.
Another door waited at the bottom. This one was much more real— solid, and never wavering despite all of Dream’s staring. As his fingers grabbed hold of the handle, a small popup was visible in the corner of his vision.
Welcome to NeoNevadas!
Would you like to experience the full effect of NeoNevadas on your mind and body?
“I, uh…” Dream hesitated, “Yes..? Yes. I do.”
No backing out now, Dream thought with a nervous chuckle.
Great!
You may experience some slight discomfort while NeoNevadas assesses your body’s limits.
“Um… Okay?”
Dream’s head tingled. He stood helpless at the door, awaiting it to open, but it didn’t. Instead, a searing pain coursed through his body— one that sent him doubling over, clutching at different parts of his body as the burning sensation traveled. His vision shifted, focusing and unfocusing on different points in his field of view. Dream’s ears became plugged by nothing, and yet he couldn’t hear anything but the rapid beating spreading fire throughout his ribs.
He felt his heart speed up, and he was sure it wasn’t him doing it. It beat and beat more and more erratically until it nearly stopped, sudden relief returning to Dream’s chest.
A calm after a storm, of sorts.
Dream steadied himself and managed to stand once again, albeit a little shaky. He smacked his hands across his clothes, dusting them off before trying the door handle once more.
Another popup, but this one was different.
Welcome to NeoNevadas. Please, step inside.
The door swung open without the help of Dream’s push, and suddenly, the hall was flooded with the sounds and smells of NeoNevadas.
Inside, there was a constant purple light that shone down on the room, along with a bunch of neon colored flashing ones along the walls that illuminated everything and gave off a warmth that was comparable to nothing else in the real world. It was so dark, yet so, so bright.
Music blared from speakers that Dream couldn’t seem to find. A simple, droning— almost lacking a melody as the constant drum and bass beat into his skull, giving it an almost underwater feel. Swooping synths carried the song, and he watched as countless people moved in sync with the sounds that reverberated through the wide room.
These people were all dressed so differently. Some sported lingerie type outfits that hung off their bodies with tiny strings and gleamed in the spotlights. Others donned more dark, layered, futuristic clothes with straps and buckles shrouding them in a hazy darkness like no other. The only constant was the face paint.
Bright shapes and lines that glowed under the lights decorated faces and hands and bodies throughout the club. Beautiful, intricate designs twisting and moving as the people danced around each other.
It was… exactly how Dream imagined, yet somehow, even better.
As the door shut behind him, a disembodied arm dressed in a black suit sleeve held out a tray in Dream’s direction. On the shining silver display was a tall, thin shot glass full of a clear liquid that refracted rainbow lights through it. For some reason, his mind screamed at him to take it, pick it up.
Take the shot.
His fingers grasped the small cup loosely, muttering a thanks that he sure wasn’t audible over the music. The arm disappeared in thin air, leaving not a single trace where it had been before.
Dream rolled the glass in his hand and watched the liquid slosh against itself in the darkness. What did he have to lose?
Tilting his head back, he lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed in one swift motion. The liquid burned his throat, scratching his insides with fiery claws that extended throughout his veins. Shaky fingertips dropped the glass to the ground, hands slapping over his mouth in a vain attempt to sooth the fire.
The glass didn’t break, nor did it clatter onto the floor and roll away. It simply… disappeared. similar to the arm that brought it, it just vanished. Well, guess that’s convenient. No mess to clean up.
Dream’s throat slowly cooled off, his body temperature lowering as whatever was in that cup digested into his system. He almost felt tipsy— dizzily taking a couple steps farther into the flashing lights proved a little difficult.
Looking down at his feet to steady himself, Dream noticed his hands. A bright green shone in stripes down the backs of his palms, wrapping his knuckles in neon light that shone through his skin. The light followed a pattern of circles and sharp lines, almost resembling a circuit board pattern. They pulsed bright then faded to a dimmer shade before repeating with the beat of Dream’s heart.
A giddy feeling rose in Dream’s chest. He smiled to himself, a giggle coming from his lips as he pushed his way through the crowd. He could only imagine how the pattern spread across his cheeks, matching similarly with the other people around him.
After a little bit of head nodding to the music, and a couple lame attempts to make conversation with some groups of dancing people, Dream decided to take himself to the bar. The stools were tall and quite close to one another, but it wasn’t a problem— barely anybody was sitting there, anyways.
Disembodied arms worked together behind the bar pouring and shaking alcohol in metal containers that reflected the light back at the walls. He didn’t order anything, just stared at the pulsating green that flowed through his veins.
“First time?” An accented voice came from behind Dream, catching his attention.
Dream whipped his head around, spinning on the stool he sat on to get a look at the person.
He was stunning.
Bright blue pulsed steadily in the lines he had all over his body— his hands and neck and cheeks were covered with lines that sat much more gracefully on his skin than Dream’s did. They were beautiful, intricate designs decorating his pale skin, trailing down his wrists to his elbows like butterfly wings. Some of his arms and legs were covered by fishnets that glowed just as neon of a blue as his skin did, nearly blinding Dream as he stared, mouth agape. He wore only the fishnets as a top, the thin, stretchy elastic spanning his chest with little lines that accentuated the soft skin underneath.
And his eyes. God, his eyes.
They shone just as piercing as his marks, as his glowing outfit. His face was illuminated completely by the blue they emitted.
“Yeah…” Dream swallowed thickly, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair, “Yeah, it’s my first time.”
The guy hummed, “Figured just as much.”
“Is it that obvious?” Dream chuckled.
“Well, you’ve spent the past ten minutes staring at your own hands like you've never seen them before, so yeah, a little.”
Dream watched him slowly walk around Dream’s chair, plopping himself down on the stool next to his with legs crossed at the knee.
“It’s just so cool.” Dream sighed, “I feel so… good.”
The guy gave him a half smile, looking him up and down. Dream’s became warm, and he suddenly felt very nervous for the man to really examine him. His bright eyes poked and prodded at Dream, practically undressing him where he sat.
“Well, that’s good.” He motioned for a bartender, asking for two drinks, “You got a name, newbie?”
“Dream.”
“How interesting.” He cocked a grin, softly glowing fingers pressing against his lips to stifle a laugh, “I’m George.”
“Nice to, um… nice to meet you—“ Dream started, but George cut him off.
“Do you know how anything works around here?” George asked abruptly.
“I— no, I don’t think so.”
George seemed excited to explain. It was nice to see a change in his expression, comforting, Dream thought.
“That shot you got at the door? It’s a Neuralixir.” George started, “When you drink it, it gives you heightened senses and stuff like that. And the face stuff.” George motioned to his glowing hands and cheeks, “When it wears off, you wake up. Your headset will turn off from the heat and you’ll be forced outta here.”
“Makes sense.” Dream nodded along, prompting George to continue.
“You can take more to stay longer, but it can get kinda dangerous. Usually your machine will overheat on its own and kick you out after a while, but if you’ve modded it enough, it might not give you the warning until it's too late.”
“How modded would it have to be to keep it from giving warnings?” Dream asked, genuinely interested.
“I just think you should be careful.” George gave a cautious look, “The fact that you’re not having any graphics trouble right now is a tell tale sign you’ve done some serious work on your shit. Just… Try to control yourself, you know?”
“I can control myself.”
George glanced in his direction with half lidded eyes, “I’m sure you can.”
Dream watched the arms return with a pair of shots, exactly like the ones at the door, but along with a larger glass of something that looked like some kind of soda. Both were placed in front of George, who slid a shot and a drink over to Dream.
“To your first time.” George held up his glass, swirling the liquid around inside.
“How often do I need to take these?” Dream ignored George’s toast, “To stay here, I mean.”
“I dunno.” George shrugged, “Every couple hours or so, maybe.”
Dream finally lifted his glass up to clink against George’s. The sound was barely audible over the bass, and before he had time to think much, he followed George’s lead in slamming back the shot.
It didn’t scorch nearly as much as the first time, but he definitely noticed the glowing under his skin get brighter.
“So what did you come here for?” George asked in a lower voice than before, but somehow Dream could hear him perfectly.
“I… don’t know, really.” Dream answered honestly.
He placed the glass back onto the bar and picked up the soda. The carbonation didn’t do much to help the soreness in his throat, though.
“Well, if you’d like to join me…” George started with a softness that bordered on intimacy in his voice, “I’m going to be headed into the back. For the sex club.”
Sex club?
“It’s really the best place around here…” George mused, and for the first time, Dream noticed George’s legs knock against his own, intertwining together, “You get the full… experience.”
Dream was slightly taken aback. How was someone so utterly beautiful asking him to join him in the sex club?
How could he say no?
“I-I’ll come.”
A smirk grew on George’s face. With a single smooth motion, George stood up, staying right between Dream’s legs as he leaned in close. He let a soft hand cup Dream’s cheek, burning the touch into his skin.
“Dream.” George whispered, and Dream could feel his breath on his lips.
God, this felt so real.
“George.” Dream shivered, and a sharp pang of heated electricity zapped the back of his head.
“Are you coming with me to the back?” His tongue darted out for a moment, moistening his lips as his eyes flicked down to meet Dream’s, “Or are you coming with me to the back?”
“I-I’m…” Dream couldn’t focus. His eyes stayed glued to George’s soft, pink lips just inches from his face. “The second one.”
George gave him a soft chuckle, “Good.”
One quick motion and George forced the gap between the closed. Dream’s back crackled with little electric shocks that burnt little stings onto his body, but he couldn’t care any less. His eyelids fluttered shut, and he began to lose himself in George.
George was all he could see, all he could hear, all he could think about. Dream melted into his warm, soft kiss, bringing a passion that pulled him in closer and closer until he was sat on his lap. The pair pressed chests together as they parted for mere seconds before returning for more desperate kisses.
Dream started to ignore the crackling feeling that struck at the back of his neck, opting to focus heavily on the heat that swirled deep in his stomach and sloshed down to the tight tent in his pants. George must have felt it, too. He gave a soft whine past Dream’s parted lips as his hips rolled forward to create friction. They rubbed together hungrily, chasing pleasure between layers and layers of clothes.
“Ah, Dream…” George breathed against Dream’s skin as his head tilted down to rest in the crook of his neck, “We should— fuck… we should get outta here… before we get in trouble…”
Dream couldn’t help but feel a shift in the air, a little change like a switch being flipped inside George that made him cling to Dream desperately. It churned Dream’s brain into overdrive, eyes rolling back briefly as he pressed hard against George’s crotch.
“Let’s go, then,” Dream whispered, placing a wet, tongue filled kiss on George’s jaw, “Lead the way, baby.”
George slid off Dream’s lap slowly, but not before pressing a couple more kisses to his lips. With warm hands, George grabbed onto Dream’s forearm and began dragging him through the crowd.
People bumped into the pair, but never shoved or pushed. Everyone was in their own world, feeling and experiencing this club for all it was worth in their own minds, creating their own memories. Something about that was a bit surreal to Dream.
His focus turned back onto George when the shorter tugged at his hand harshly. When Dream looked towards him, piercing eyes looked back.
They were stopped in front of another door, one that George had his hand on the knob for. George glanced at Dream for his reassurance, and Dream answered with a soft kiss to his glowing cheek. With the extra little assurance, George pressed the door open, letting Dream enter first.
The same music played in this separate club, and the neon lights were the same. The only difference was the purple ambient light— or, the lack of it. The whole room was incredibly dark, filled with nothing but glowing silhouettes of bodies that were way too close for comfort.
Neon hands worked around body parts veiled in darkness, lighting up small features on stomachs, crotches, faces. It was kind of beautiful.
“Why can’t I hear them?” Dream asked George as he shut the door behind them, enveloping the pair in near darkness.
“It’s just like out there,” George explained as he turned to Dream, “Everyone’s in their own… bubble, kind of. It’s some kind of privacy measure, I think.”
Dream hummed. He was only half paying attention— the other half was staring at the way their pulsing colors synced, and the way he could see George’s eyes flick about his face and trace his features.
His own eyes scanned George as well. He watched every part of him he could see— his cheeks move when he made different expressions, his arms under those neon blue fishnets working at the buttons on Dream’s shirt, and the same fishnets on his slender legs, accentuating the curve of his thighs perfectly.
God, he was so beautiful.
Dream felt the familiar sting at the base of his neck, signaling the raging heat to stiffen the tent in his pants and make his dick painfully aware of how close they were.
George’s soft breaths were hot against Dream’s lips, sending more and more heat down below his belt. His soft, slender, blue wrapped fingers made quick work of the buttons on Dream’s shirt and exposed the skin underneath easily.
Dream pressed their bodies together as close as they could get, relishing in the sensation of George’s warm skin against his even hotter chest. He could practically feel George’s heart through his ribs as the shorter draped his arms around Dream’s shoulders.
The pair met in the middle to burn kisses against each other’s lips, hot, heavy tongues fighting against each other while Dream tangled his fingers through George’s hair. The shorter made soft, sweet noises that got lost in Dream’s mouth, and Dream only kissed back harder, holding the smooth flesh of George’s hips tight in his grip.
Dream’s mind was spinning— his hands traveling up and down George's sides to feel every inch of his skin he could. All he wanted was George in his entirety.
George parted first, breath heavy and eyes wide with desperation. He glanced around the room while Dream’s hands teased, threatening to dip below the waistband of his shorts. He let out a soft moan, grabbing hold of Dream’s shirt tightly.
Dream followed George’s gaze towards a slightly less populated spot at the opposite wall, and with a small tug, George followed him.
As soon as the pair reached their destination, George was pinned against the wall, Dream’s hand behind his head to keep him from hurting himself. It slowly left his hair, though, as Dream let his hands fall lower and lower on George’s body.
Searing kisses were placed against George’s neck that soon turned into bites with sharp teeth digging dark bruises into the pale skin. George held onto Dream’s shoulders, hips desperately bucking upwards towards Dream’s hands as he slid the small piece of fabric that covered his hips lower and lower. They hit the ground along with Dream’s jacket and shirt, abandoned in the darkness of the room.
Dream swore he could see the faint blue glow of George’s blood in his dick as it twitched in his hand, leaking the slightest bead of precum from the tip. George gasped when Dream stroked him once, and Dream chuckled.
“Oh— Fuck, p-please keep going…” George moaned quietly.
“Sensitive?” Dream’s voice was soft, and George turned his head to the side a little.
George responded with a hum cut off by another moan as Dream dragged his finger along the tip, smearing the dripping precum across the tender skin.
“How badly do you want me, baby?” Dream mused as his hand tightened around George’s cock.
“So, so bad,” George shut his eyes, leaning his head back as he groaned, “Please, Dream… I need you.”
“Mmm… Keep going.” Dream loosened his grip, “I wanna hear you beg for me.”
“Dream.” George whined, drawling out his name.
“Come on, baby, you know you want to.”
George hesitated. A redness rushed to his cheeks that was visible even in the darkness. Dream let his dick go, the hot member bouncing softly as it hit his stomach. Small whimpers left George’s throat as he pressed his hips forward and rolled them against Dream’s, searching for pleasure. After a second, Dream pinned his wrists against the wall with one hand, holding George by his hipbone to keep the smaller from rutting against him.
“F-fuck, Dream…” George struggled in Dream’s hands, but they held him too tight.
Dream leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to George’s jaw before humming into his ear, “Come on, Georgie.”
“Please! Please, Dream, fuck me!” George finally caved, hips jerking against Dream’s hold, “Please, I need you so bad… I-I want you to fuck me ‘till I see stars… Please!”
“Oh, that’s what I’m talking about…” Dream chuckled, “That’s my good little slut.”
Dream groaned lowly. His dick strained painfully against his pants, and he finally decided it was time to get rid of them. In a swift motion, Dream tugged the restrictive clothes down to his ankles and quickly grabbed ahold of his own cock. He pressed his tip against George’s, their slowly leaking fluids mixing in the heat they shared.
“Y-you’re really… big.” George commented breathlessly, eyes half lidded as he tried to escape Dream’s grip on his hands.
“You think you can take it?” Dream asked softly.
George nodded feverishly.
“I’m sure you can.”
He let the length of himself rub against George’s, smirking at the long moan he got from the shorter. Dream’s hand took hold of both of their dicks, pumping them together a couple times.
George leaned his head back and whined, thrusting hard into his palm. The sudden pace change sent Dream an unexpected wave of pleasure and a sharp spark to his spine.
A couple more strokes and he could see George coming undone under his grip. His head hit against the wall as his eyes screwed shut, long strings of moans and curses leaving his lips as his cock twitched and sprayed thick ribbons of cum across his chest and fuck, Dream got lost in his noises.
The sound of George’s desperation made Dream’s eyes roll. He pulled his dick away from George’s and helped jerk George off through his orgasm. George’s glowing face flickered from how fast his heart was beating, and it practically faded into purple from the hot blush in his cheeks.
“Aww,” Dream teased as he continued to stroke George, despite his whimpering and quivering, “Baby, if you’re already cumming from my hand, imagine what my dick could do to your pretty little hole.”
George moaned, a long, loud, high pitched sound that said more than any words could. His hips stuttered as his cock began to twitch back to life from Dream’s soft touches.
Dream took George in for all he was, cum dripping down his softly toned chest and stomach, leaving streaks on his fluorescent fishnets. The curve of his hip, the way he squirmed in his hand.
He wanted to ravage George in all the best ways possible.
“Does my little slut want me inside of him?” Dream asked, letting go of George’s half hard dick to grab his own.
From thin air, a faintly glowing hand similar to the ones at the bar emerged, giving Dream a start. It held out a small bottle of lube to Dream, who grabbed it cautiously. As soon as the bottle left the hand, it was gone once again, as quickly as it arrived.
Dream shook it from his mind. He didn’t need anything distracting him from his main thought.
A quick squirt into Dream’s palm was all he needed— rubbing the cool liquid against his cock made him groan softly. George slowly lifted one of his legs a bit, prompting Dream to hold him up.
Dream obliged, holding George tightly from his hips as he steadied the smaller against him. George’s now free hands held onto Dream’s shoulders as his legs wrapped loosely around Dream’s waist.
George tilted his hips forward, giving Dream a little more room to press his cock through his spread cheeks. The throbbing tip brushed over the tight band of muscle, and George’s breath hitched. With little warning, Dream rolled his hips and pushed himself inside, watching George’s head lull forwards.
Dream was a little more gentile, working his way inside slow and steadily before bottoming out, feeling the way George’s hole clenched around him.
“Fuck…” George moaned out. “Y-you feel so good inside me…”
“Yeah, baby?” Dream had to steady his voice— the tightness around his dick was enough to make him dizzy.
George nodded and hummed, gasping when Dream slid out slowly. Halfway, Dream cocked a brow at George, snapping his hips forward to meet George’s ass with a sticky slap. George moaned sharply, nails digging slightly into Dream’s shoulders.
“You like that?” Dream asked, “Like it when I…” Another hard thrust, “Ram my cock inside you like that, huh?”
“Y-yes..!” George could barely form his words, breathlessly moaning with each brutally hard thrust Dream made.
“You’re my good little cock slut, Georgie,” Dream chuckled darkly, picking up the pace, “You take my dick so well.”
“I-I’m your… your little cock slut— ah!” George breathed, cutting himself off with moan after moan.
“My good boy.” Dream mused, letting George hold onto him for dear life as he railed him senseless.
“I’m your g-good boy…” George whined, “O-only yours…”
“Fuck, yeah baby,” Dream’s brain felt like it was frying, and George’s sounds were not helping. “That’s right. You’re mine. My personal fucking cock sleeve.”
George’s dick bounced helplessly as Dream continued his relentless pace. It bumped against George’s stomach, the sensitive tip leaking between the two.
“God, Dream, I’m so… so close.”
“You can cum, baby,” Dream leaned in for a messy kiss, loving how flustered George got when their lips met.
“Cum for me, George.”
Dream wrapped a hand around George’s cock, wrist jerking quickly to stimulate the soft skin. George took in a sharp breath, fingers gripping tightly to Dream as he felt himself let go again.
George’s dick leaked weakly as he moaned, dribbling his hot cum down his shaft and over Dream’s fingers as he stroked.
The sudden tightness around Dream’s cock did wonders bringing him to his own climax. Not long after George’s moans finally subsided a bit did Dream find himself losing control of his hips. They stuttered and became erratic as his vision went white.
Dream’s thrusts slowed once he came, pumping his sticky cum deep inside George’s tight hole. For a moment, Dream stayed inside of George, panting with him to bring the pair back to reality.
“Fuck.” George made a small noise as Dream pulled out, feeling the cum start to run down the sides of his legs. “You’re really fucking good.”
“I-I guess I can be.” Dream chuckled softly, glancing away from George’s beautifully glowing skin.
George cupped Dream’s face in his hand gently, placing a warm kiss to his mouth. It was much different— the hunger from before was replaced with a tenderness that made Dream’s chest ache for more.
“Do you, um…” Dream cleared his throat as they parted, “Do you wanna do this again? Maybe?”
“Maybe another day.” George laughed, untangling himself from Dream, “It seems like your time here’s almost up, baby.”
Dream knew it too. He felt the harsh snaps of heat at the base of his neck, the heat around his face that he couldn’t seem to get rid of. The green that was once vibrant wrapping around his joints was reduced to a faint glow, and even his vision flickered just a bit.
It wasn’t fair.
“I— How will I find you?” Dream asked.
Another flicker. Noise became slightly distorted in Dream’s ears, and George’s touch became much, much fainter.
“Don’t worry.” George reassured, words crackling up as he spoke.
“I’ll find you, Dream.”
Warning: System Coolant Malfunction
In a flash, Dream’s vision turned to static. A droning white noise blasted his ears, as well as a bright siren tone above it. It took everything in his being to resist ripping the sizzling machine off his face.
Connection Error
Fuck.
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