“Baby?” Dream’s soft voice was like warm milk.
George looked up from his phone briefly, gazing at Dream’s silhouette in the dark doorway. His eyes lit up with the blue light of his twitter feed, showing their disinterest in what Dream had to speak about.
Dream hummed softly, “George.”
“Yes?” George spoke quietly, “What?”
“Hello?” Dream sounded exasperated, a sigh escaping his lips, “I’m speaking to you.”
George scoffed a bit, rolling his eyes as he locked his phone, dropping it onto his chest.
“You have my full attention.” George added a hint of sarcasm into his voice.
“Hmm.” Dream hummed, loving the slightly flustered reaction he got from the brunet. “Watch your tone, baby.”
“S-sorry.” George’s voice became coy, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Better. Good boy.” Dream mused, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he finally took a couple steps inside the dimly lit bedroom.
George sat up, phone abandoned on the nightstand. His legs were pulled up to his chest, eyes trailing the blond as he sat at the edge of the bed and set down a couple things onto the comforter below. George craned his neck to get a closer look, but all he caught was a quick glimpse of the familiar shiny bottle of lube.
Just the implications of that made the blood rush right in between his thighs.
“You wanna try something new, sweetheart?” Dream asked, placing a soft hand onto George’s knee. The fingers slowly pried his legs apart, and George whimpered.
“What do you… wanna try?” George asked, though his voice got lost.
A bit of rustling came from the blankets, and George saw a glimmer in the dim lighting. Something oddly familiar, but he couldn’t quite pick it out.
“Every time you do something good,” Dream turned his attention to the sheet in his hand, “You get one of these.”
Dream flipped the paper around, letting George see what was on it. His eyes squinted then widened, surprised at the contents of the paper.
It was a full size sheet of little gold star stickers.
“Stickers?” George asked after a second.
“Stickers.” Dream emphasized, “Don't you want a bunch of these cute stickers all over?”
George thought for a moment, ultimately deciding to nod. He really did want those stickers…
Dream smiled, laughing softly, “Good boy.”
“Dream…” George started, but was quickly cut off.
“Wanna try?” A nod. “Kiss me, baby.”
George leaned in quickly, pressing his lips to Dream’s in a soft kiss. It was small and short lived, but the butterflies it gave George stayed for a long while after.
Dream smiled widely and peeled a little holographic star off the paper. The star was placed onto George’s cheek, pressed in a little roughly to make it stick to his skin better.
“Good boy.” Dream dragged out the words, bumping his nose against George’s.
George felt a little bit of pride swell in his chest, but tried his best to keep it at bay.
“Wanna try another one?” Dream asked, not waiting for George’s response, “Take off your shirt.”
George obliged. He pulled the thin tee over his head quickly, trying his best to keep the star stuck to his cheek. He felt exposed, but Dream’s hum of approval and the star sticker pressed onto his torso right in the middle of his chest made him feel much warmer. Dream pressed in closer, trailing his mouth down to place wet kisses down George’s neck.
Dream let his teeth graze George’s collar bone, biting softly at the porcelain skin below. George whined softly, bringing a hand up to muffle his sounds, but he was stopped.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear your cute little sounds.” Dream held onto his wrist tightly.
George let himself go. He gasped at Dream’s warm, wet lips returning to lick thick stripes up the flesh, biting down hard to draw out soft, high pitched moans from his stomach. Dream hummed against his skin warmly and made George grasp him tightly.
“You sound so pretty, baby.” Dream spoke into his skin, sucking a small mark into it.
George jolted a bit, fingers tightening around his shoulder. He struggled to say Dream’s name, trying to get his attention with his head spinning.
“D-Dream…” George moaned softly, “Sir—“
“Yes, love?”
“S-sticker..?”
Dream chuckled to himself, letting a hand trail down George’s bare chest to finally rest at the waistband of his pants. He tugged at the elastic and watched with excitement as George held his breath.
“You want another sticker, sweetheart?” Dream cooed, “What are you gonna do to earn it?”
George squirmed, rolling his hips up to press against Dream’s hand slightly. Just the slightest little brush of contact with the painfully hard erection in his pants made George tilt his head back and groan, shaky hands reaching down to guide Dream’s palm over his dick.
He thrusted into the warm hand, hips rolling to feel Dream’s fingers all over him. Dream’s cocked eyebrow and slight grin was enough to make him groan to himself.
Dream sucked his teeth, shaking his head as he rubbed against his clothed erection.
“You only get stickers when you’re a good boy, Georgie,” Dream laughed a bit, “Do you think you’re being good right now? Shamelessly rutting against my hand like this, desperately trying to get off?”
George slowed his hips, but it took him a while to fully stop. He knew he needed to, especially if he wanted Dream to reward him again, but it just felt so good.
Strong fingers traveled up the length of George’s erection, leaving it in the cold while they trailed up even higher past his stomach and up to his chest, grazing over his nipple. George whimpered a bit, and Dream cocked a brow at the way his cock twitched upwards.
“So needy.” Dream chuckled, “Stay still, baby.”
George nodded feverishly.
“Want me to touch you?”
Another nod. His dick bounced, and Dream slid his hand back down towards his hip to pull the elastic down softly. George squirmed but quickly held himself back, letting his cock pop out and slap against his stomach.
Dream’s fingers kneaded at the flesh of his upper thigh and hip, thumb working deep, small circles into the hipbone. Blood rushed harshly in George's ears and he clenched his eyes. His cock twitched again, leaking a beat of precum that dripped onto his pale stomach.
Dream cooed, making a production of swiping the precum up with his forefinger. The finger was examined with a cock of his brow, then Dream leaned in close to George’s face with the finger close to the brunet’s lips.
“Suck.”
George whimpered, eyeing the tiny bit of sticky white fluid on the pad of Dream’s finger. He hesitated for a second, but ultimately parted his lips and let Dream in.
Dream pressed the warm digit onto George’s tongue and filled his taste buds with the familiar tangy taste of cum. George swirled his tongue around Dream’s finger and surrounded it with saliva.
George swallowed thickly, parting his lips from around Dream’s finger and humming softly.
“Good boy.” Dream said in a sing-song voice.
With his free hand, Dream picked another sticker off the sheet and pressed it against George’s stomach right below his navel. George hummed, feeling Dream pull away to quickly remove his shirt before he pressed a second finger into his mouth.
“Keep going. You’re doing so good, love.”
George’s insides burned, aching for Dream to touch him— anything, anywhere, he just needed the friction. He was going crazy sucking on his fingers like such a good boy, desperately trying to get Dream to let up and give him even just one more star.
“Your tongue feels so nice,” Dream hummed, “You want another sticker, beautiful?”
George nodded. The fingers were left in his mouth for another brief moment before a second star was pressed into the same cheek as before, right below the first.
After the pride of the reward died down a bit and George found his swirly vision calming, Dream removed his fingers from his mouth. A string of saliva connected the digits to his plush lips, but it was soon broken as Dream brought his fingers lower and lower.
George quickly realized what was to come, and he squirmed, letting out a soft whimper.
“No touching. Let me get you prepped, angel.”
Dream hummed, chuckling before spreading George’s legs apart further and bending down to hover between his thighs. a slick finger was pressed softly against the pink hole, dipping inside slowly until it reached the base of Dream’s hand. George’s breath hitched and his dick bounced, feeling Dream slowly prod around for his prostate.
It was obvious when he found it, his finger grazed the sweet spot just barely, but it made George’s hips buck and a soft, slutty moan pass his lips. Dream made a warm little noise in his chest before pressing over and over against the bundle of nerves, drawing out more and more increasingly loud moans from the brunet.
“Ah— Ah, fuck, D-Dream…” George struggled to speak, “F-feels too good…”
“My love,” Dream teased, not letting up his small thrusts, “This is just one finger, baby. Are you that desperate, you’re about to cum over one finger?”
“Y-yes! Yes, fuck— Please, Dream, please g-go slow…” George whined.
Dream hummed a bit, before dipping his face down to press a wet, tongue filled kiss to the base of George’s strained, leaking cock.
“No.”
George threw his head back as he felt the second finger slide in with ease, only helping the first with its barrage on his poor prostate. His insides were on fire, burning him all over with pleasure and desire and fuck, even desperation.
Dream eyed George from his place between his legs, thighs twitching and dick bouncing while he squirmed, both aching for more pleasure and yet trying to get away with it.
George couldn't take it anymore.
His hands shot to his crotch, shakily reaching to grab his cock to add to his pooling heat in his stomach— no, to stop himself from cumming so soon. No, to make himself cum…
George didn’t decide in time, and his thoughts were cut off by a harsh slap to his thigh. It stung like all hell and made the smaller jump and cry out in pain, hands releasing his dick. There was already a deep, red mark in the shape of Dream’s palm on the skin.
“No touching.” Dream spat, the words laced with venom.
To solidify his statement, he picked another spot on George’s thigh to slap, somehow slightly harder than the last. George’s leg was on fire with pins and needles, and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
“O-ouch—“ George strangled out, though he tried his best to hold it back.
“Apologize.” Dream demanded, leaving the pads of his fingers brushing feebly against the bundle of nerves as they spread the hole open wider and wider.
“I-I’m—“ George’s breath hitched, a twitch with each movement inside of him, “I’m—“
“Can you hear me?” Dream raised his brows, shrugging exasperatedly as his fingers stopped moving, “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry!” George cried out, whining as his hands gripped the sheets below.
“Good.” Dream scoffed, pulling out his fingers and wiping them on his pants, “Good boy.”
Good boy.
Finally.
George smiled softly, out of breath as he watched Dream reach back into the pile of stuff he had brought in before. The sticker sheet was picked up, but George’s excitement was short lived as he put it down almost immediately after. The lube was picked up instead, and Dream returned to pull his pants down quickly.
The disappointment on George’s face must have been evident, because Dream stopped in his tracks to tilt his head and coo.
“What is it, baby?”
George whimpered, “S-stickers are f-for… for good boys. You called me a good boy but y-you didn’t…” He trailed off slowly.
Dream chuckled soft and warm, his heart melting.
“I’m sorry, my angel.” Dream spoke through his laugh, “I’ll give you two for reminding me.”
George smiled, nodding feverishly as Dream peeled off two stars. He placed one onto his collar bone, and the other right in the middle of his torso. The shimmered, and George couldn’t hold his smile back from widening further.
“T-thank you, sir.” George said breathily, watching Dream for his reaction.
“You’re such a good boy.” Dream mused, leaning in to ruffle his hair before one last star was stuck in the middle of his chest.
Dream’s boxers were slowly lowered, letting his cock bounce free. George was practically salivating, and he would have offered to suck it until his jaw locked if he wasn’t so, so desperate.
A long string of lube was poured onto the length of it, and Dream rubbed the sticky fluid in as he groaned softly. It was like music to George’s ears, the little moans of his lover making him leak more and more precum onto his stomach.
The slicked up tip of Dream’s hot, throbbing cock pressed against George’s entrance and slid in with little resistance. Dream slowly bottomed out, letting George get used to the feeling, and oh boy did George love it.
George felt so full and so good it almost hurt, the pressure against his prostate becoming too much for him to bear.
In a flash of white hot pleasure, George found himself crying out Dream’s name as he came all too quickly, spilling onto his stomach weakly. His walls tightened around Dream, pulling a slightly strangled moan from the blond.
George rode out his orgasm the best he could— Dream wasn’t moving inside of him. It was infuriating, George thought.
“Georgie,” Dream hummed, “I haven’t even started yet, and you’ve already came all over yourself.”
George whimpered, his dick twitching weakly as it rested, half soft in the puddle of cum below it.
“I’m flattered— I didn’t know you were such a little cockslut for me.”
George nodded, his head still spinning from his climax. It didn’t help that Dream was wiggling his hips ever so slightly, pressing hard against his walls and making him ache for more.
“I’m not done with you, though.” Dream made a tsk noise with his teeth, “Be a good boy and get hard for me again, okay, baby?”
George whined. He was already more than halfway there, his cock bouncing as Dream’s throbbed inside of him. Dream waited and waited, little noises being coaxed up his throat with each squeeze of George’s walls around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dream breathed out, chucking softly as he leaned over a bit to steady himself on the bed, “I could cum just from this.”
George moaned, rolling his hips downward to attempt to get more friction. It failed, and Dream just grabbed his hip to pin him down harder.
Something about the strong, slightly sticky fingers rubbing his hip bone was the final straw— George’s dick bounced up finally, groaning when he felt it slap against Dream’s stomach softly.
“Good job, baby.” Dream mused, sitting upright once more to lean and grab the sheet, “Where do you want your sticker, babe?”
George’s chest warmed. He smiled softly and shook his head, “Y-you decide, sir.”
Dream chuckled. The star was stuck right onto his cock in the middle of his shaft. He admired it for a second, and George squirmed.
“Look how pretty your dick is now, love.” Dream mused, the member throbbing in his hand as he swiped the mixture of cum and precum from the tip, “Do you want another?”
“Y-yes sir..!” George nodded.
“Beg.”
George whined, but his protests were short when he felt a little poke on his dick.
“Do you want me to take it away?” A forceful shake of the head. “Then beg.”
George swallowed his pride, a soft whine leaving his lips as Dream let go of his cock.
“P-please, Dream— I-I mean… please sir.” George started
“Please what?”
“Please! P-please, please l-let me have another star, I-I promise I’ll be a good boy!” George whimpered, “I’ll be good just for you, sir!”
Dream hummed, a satisfied smirk on his face. With ease, he pulled a star from the paper and placed it above the first, rubbing it softly before giving the cock a couple soft jerks.
“My good little boy.” Dream chuckled.
Without warning, Dream pulled out almost all the way. George whined at the emptiness, but his whine was cut off when he thrusted back in at full force. The pair let out simultaneous grunts, noises melting into moans as the pace quickened.
Dream’s hips snapped forward over and over until George was crying out gibberish. It was evident how close both of them were to their orgasms, but Dream tried his best to keep his composure.
“D-Dream, I’m gonna— I… Fuck, I’m—“
“Use your words, love.” Dream said soft, “Go on, baby.”
“Fuck!” George cried out, hands desperately grasping for Dream’s skin, “I-I’m gonna c-cum, sir!”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Dream’s voice was ragged and choppy, his own desperation seeping into it as his hips slapped against George’s flesh, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”
George didn’t have to be told twice. He grasped hard to Dream’s sides, his arms, his shoulders, anything he could reach, he touched and grabbed and scratched at. He barely had any time to brace himself for his orgasm— Dream’s constant, brutal pace made it impossible to give any other warning.
He cried out in a slutty moan once more, hot cum painting both of their chests as it spurted out uncontrollably.
Dream’s climax followed quickly after, George’s walls swallowing him up. He let himself unload his thick cum deep inside of George, shallowly thrusting to milk every last bit of his sticky cum out.
Hot panting filled the silence as Dream pulled out with a small groan.
George’s thighs closed as soon as Dream stood, and they were shaking like hell. Little twitches in his sore, tired muscles made him laugh.
Dream returned quickly with a warm washcloth, rubbing carefully to clean the sticky cum off of his lover’s body before it dried. George watched carefully to make sure he didn’t rub off any stickers.
“I thought that maybe you’d want to keep track.” Dream said softly, reaching into his pile of things for another sheet of paper.
George examined it. On the top, it was labeled George is a Good Boy. Below in the left margin, the date was written small in blue ink.
“Wanna put your stars on there?” Dream smiled a bit, “I can hang it up for you, too. I know it’s cheesy, but…”
Without a word, George started pulling stars from his body, pressing them into the paper right next to the date in a straight line, counting as he went.
One, two, three…
Eight.
“Eight stars.” Dream nodded, smiling, “Good job, angel.”
“Only eight?” George hummed sadly. He could have sworn it was more…
“Don’t worry, my love,” Dream mused, taking the sheet before straddling the brunet to kiss him softly, “Next time you can aim even higher.”
George smiled, kissing back.
“Next time I’ll get ten— no, fifteen.”
“That's my good boy.”
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