A long day at work had really tired Dream out to no end. Not only was it stressful, but he had to stay late and missed the dinner he and George planned for themselves weeks in advance. It really pissed him off, but George seemed fine with the sudden change of plans.
More time to relax, he had said.
As soon as Dream unlocked their door, he was stripping his uncomfortable suit and tie. By the time he had reached the bedroom, there was nothing left but a pair of boxers hanging loosely from his hips. He was absolutely ready to climb into bed next to his boyfriend and knock out.
Well, that was until he actually saw him.
Soft blankets engulfed George’s small, shirtless frame, threatening to swallow him up whole. Little twitches in his fingers were the only sign of life in the smaller besides his chest, barely rising with each shallow breath. Long, wavy locks of beautiful brown hair framed his face and tickled his nose.
To put it simply, he looked a mess. A beautiful mess.
He was snuggled up on his side with a pillow bunched up between his legs that stuck out of the bottom of the blanket, and a second cushion in his arms he held loosely to his chest.
Dream brushed a strand of hair away from the brunet’s face, and felt his heart melt when George made a soft whine of protest, brows furrowing. Dream let his hand remain close to George’s warm face, cupping it gently.
George let out another small noise, shaking his head slightly with a scrunched up nose and a tightening grip on his pillows. His face buried into the soft cushion and muffled his noises.
“George, baby, it’s me.” Dream’s voice had a fondness to it that could make someone ill with how sweet it was.
George’s protests stopped, his head tilting up a bit to crack his eyes open just a little.
“Dream?” His voice was but a whisper, lost in the blankets he hid in.
“It’s Dream.” Dream smiled, “Sorry to wake you.”
“‘s okay.” George yawned, rolling to his back.
Dream gave him a smile, rubbing a soft circle on his cheek briefly before leaning in for a kiss. It was much warmer than expected, and George reached a tired arm out to hold him in close.
As the pair kissed, Dream crawled onto the mattress, whispering soft words against George’s red lips.
“Sorry for missing our date.” Dream mumbled.
“It’s fine.” George said simply, “You can make it up to me now.”
Dream pulled back to give George a look, but was quickly roped in again. George’s arms wrapped around Dream’s neck, dragging the taller on top of him. The blankets were pulled off, and George shivered from the cool air on his bare skin. Dream’s knee found its way between George’s legs, and through his boxers he could feel the heat of his straining dick.
Oh.
That kind of repayment.
Dream chuckled low. He made eye contact with George’s dark, half lidded gaze, watching the smaller squirm under him.
“You’re so cute.” Dream cocked a brow up, carding his fingers through George’s hair, “Getting all worked up even though you’re so tired.”
“Shut up.” George groaned.
George’s hips involuntarily rolled against Dream’s thigh, drawing low whines from his throat. Dream could barely hold himself back— if he himself was more awake, he would have fucked the life out of George by now.
Alas, he was exhausted. They both were. But, then again, they were both incredibly pent up, ready to burst with just the slightest of touches.
Dream brought his mouth down to George’s neck, kissing along the soft curves of his pale skin, tracing every mole with his lips. George sighed at the warm kisses, a hand traveling down towards Dream’s hips. He steadied himself against Dream, bucking his hips up lazily to chase any friction he could find.
“You seem so tired.” Dream breathed against his skin, “Let me help you, baby.”
George nodded slowly, eyes fluttering shut as Dream’s hand slid down, carefully caressing the bulge in George's boxers. The fabric was soon tugged down, releasing his reddened cock to bounce against his stomach softly. George whined at the sudden chill, but it quickly melted into moans as Dream’s hand began to stroke his length slowly.
Closed eyes screwed even tighter with each touch blazing a fire through George’s stomach, each kiss on the neck harder than the last. Soft bites turned into hungry, unforgiving ones, ones that left George squirming and whining with a leaking cock.
Small red marks that threatened to turn a dark purple littered his neck, and Dream couldn’t seem to stop himself. The sounds George was making were enough to make his own dick strain painfully in his boxers.
With a quick tug of his own underwear, Dream’s cock was freed as well. His other hand worked to jerk himself off along with George, matching the painfully slow pace he set for the smaller. Precum dribbled from his tip slowly, the salty, sticky fluid dropping onto George’s stomach and mixing with his own.
“Fuck— Can you please go faster?” George whined breathily, hips grinding into Dream’s hand.
A small smile and nod was all Dream gave before picking up the pace, bringing his dick down closer to rub against George’s. The hot contact made both of them moan simultaneously, heat pooling between the two of them.
Dream let a hand wrap around both of their dicks at once, starting to rut against George. George’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as his cock twitched, a pair of small, pale hands reaching down to engulf Dream’s grip. The extra pressure and warmth surrounding Dream’s dick drew out the smallest shaky moan it could from his stomach, followed by a gasp when George started moving as well.
George rolled his hips forward in a practiced manner, a motion he had always been incredibly good at. Just thinking about George on top, his cock disappearing inside George’s tight hole with his hips gently rocking back and forth every time he fully sat on his dick nearly sent him over the edge.
Dream took in a sharp breath, pulling away from George’s grip quickly. George, although half asleep, sat up on his elbows with fast, tired eyes full with concern.
“I-I’m okay.” Dream chuckled softly, breath heavy and blood rushing through his ears, “Just… really close.”
George nodded softly and laid back again, hands reaching for Dream’s hips. Once they found them, he pulled Dream in to brush their cocks together again. A moan bubbled up Dream’s throat, and he shook his head, despite pressing his hips harshly against George’s.
“Wanna be inside you.” Dream hummed sleepily, “Wanna fill you up, baby.”
George whimpered, nodding feverishly. Without another word, Dream was handed the lube by George, and a generous amount of the cool liquid was dripped onto his dick. He spread it around gently, dick twitching in his hands at the sight below him.
Soon after, Dream pressed the tip of his dick against George’s hole. It slid in with ease, maybe because of the lube, or the relaxed state they were in.
Or, maybe because Dream always fit perfectly inside of him.
George’s mouth hung open, low, gravely, slutty moans spilling out between muffled curses as Dream slowly pushed his way inside. Dream swore he could cum just by watching George writhe in his hands— Dream’s palm wrapped around his cock, dark purple hickeys littering the smooth, pale, freckled expanse of skin on his chest. The small whines he let out with each passing second.
Dream finally bottomed out with a sigh, George letting a groan leave his mouth. Dream rolled his hips forward, pressing impossibly far inside of George’s tight hole.
Hot fingers burned bruisingly tight marks into George’s hips as Dream finally pulled out, starting his thrusts slowly. George moaned and Dream pushed in again. He could tell by George’s sudden grip onto his forearms and the way his eyes rolled back that he was hitting all the right spots.
“N-no fair…” George whined, “You’re… gonna make me cum— ah!”
Dream snapped his hips forward once, a lewd slap of skin mixed with the wet sound of lube making both of them groan.
“Be gentle…” George whispered, nails digging softly into Dream’s arms.
In a smooth motion, Dream bent forwards as he began his thrusts again. His hips moved fast, and though he was pushing in deep, he held himself back from going too hard.
Dream pressed their lips together, letting George’s half parted lips welcome his tongue into his mouth softly. Their moans got lost between each other’s lips, and soon, George found himself separating from the kiss for air.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Dream groaned, and George nodded.
“M-Me too.”
George’s legs wrapped loosely around Dream’s waist, thighs pressing into Dream’s skin with a warm tingle that came only from feeling his love so connected to him.
His love. His George.
Dream’s breath hitched, and without warning, his vision went white. A strangled string of cusses and moans left his lips as he came white hot streams deep inside of George. George’s orgasm followed shortly after, nails digging into Dream’s shoulders as his cock leaked weak ribbons of cum onto his stomach.
Dream was quick to pull out, not wanting George to become too uncomfortable. He let the smaller lie on the bed, basking in the afterglow of his climax while he escaped to the bathroom bleary eyed, feeling around for a towel to dampen.
Returning with a pair of warm, wet washcloths, Dream slowly straddled George again, this time, much more gently. His hands worked softly to wipe streaks of cum off George’s chest, eyes darting back to his face. George was smiling, soft, sleepy chuckles leaving his throat.
“What?” Dream laughed back, folding the washcloth over to the clean side.
“Nothing.” George just sighed, holding Dream’s hand still from where it was wiping clean, “I just love you.”
“I love you too.” Dream smiled.
A yawn crept up on George, and it quickly spread to Dream as well. The blond worked his magic, barely awake as he finished wiping down George’s skin with the warm water. He lazily finished his own hygiene before flopping down next to George on the mattress.
George didn’t open his eyes, just reached over to wrap his appendages around Dream in place of the pillows he previously cuddled. His head rested softly against Dream’s chest, and George let Dream’s heart beat lull him into an easy sleep.
“I love you, George.” Dream whispered.
George didn’t respond. He was already fast asleep. Dream didn’t need a response, though. He already knew George would say exactly the same.
The comforting thought was enough to let Dream finally drift off into a deep, restful sleep, dreaming of his love. His George.
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