It’s been a month since George’s last orgasm and he feels incredibly antsy.
It was stupid, really. George was going back home to the UK for a month for the holidays and because he really missed his family and it was great, it was good, until…
Dream: i don’t want you to come while you’re home
Dream: just want you to edge yourself til you’re close for me and then stop
Dream: i wanna be the one to do it. you understand?
When George had received those texts three weeks ago, it seemed doable. He remembers how desire had pooled in his gut, the way his cock had perked up in interest at the idea of holding out for Dream, just so his boyfriend could be the one to tear him apart.
Now, though, on his way back to Florida, he finds it’s a lot fucking harder to follow through. He knows he only has one day left before he can come, but it’s getting so difficult. Absolutely filthy things fill George’s mind and every time he even so far as just glances at a man, he feels that wet hot fire lick at his insides.
Just the other day he was in the grocery store and he made prolonged eye contact with the cashier for just a tad bit too long. George thought he was going to catch on fire, the way the man’s brown eyes bore back into him. The way he could make out thick biceps even underneath his long-sleeved shirt. How the thin scruff of beard would scratch deliciously in between George’s inner thighs, just like he likes…What the fuck is wrong with him? So yeah, George has been mind-bogglingly horny for the past few weeks.
He doesn’t even dare edge himself, doesn’t know if he’ll be able to find the power inside of himself to stop. So he’s been dutifully ignoring his cock, no matter how much it pesters him to be acknowledged.
He sits inside the cab on its way to Miami. He doesn’t know what spurred their Miami trip so suddenly, but Nick thought it would be a good idea to break in the new year with some partying and clubbing. It’s not really George’s scene, but he’s just excited to be back home. And to come. Oh, and to see Dream, of course.
The taxi finally pulls up to the hotel and George makes his way up to the hotel room, knocking on the door to be greeted by Sapnap and Dream.
“ Welcome back, Gogy!” Sapnap hollers. He’s got his snapback turned backwards and a red solo cup in his hand. The festivities have already started. Dream gives George a wicked smirk that makes George’s insides twist and plants a chaste kiss on his cheek.
He doesn’t pull away immediately, though, and instead lingers to whisper, “You’re mine after the club tonight, got it?”
George takes a shaky inhale and nods, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.
George is delightfully drunk now, downing a couple of vodka cranberries. They’re in some crowded nightclub he can’t bother to remember the name of. He doesn’t even really remember the whole sequence of events super clearly, but now he’s on the middle of a dancefloor with his shirt unbuttoned and a drink in his hand. He knows Sapnap and Dream are in here somewhere, but that doesn’t concern him too much. The alcohol flows through his body, loosening him up and making him feel so languid and lush, as the music directs his body to and fro.
As he’s swaying, he feels hot hands press into his hips, just right above the start of his jeans. He knows it’s not Dream’s, they’re not big enough, but they’re rough, gripping at him tightly where they meet his skin. Greedy, greedy, George thinks, but he revels in the attention because fuck, this is the first time he’s been touched in three weeks.
The stranger dances on him, keeping his hands steady on his hips for some time, pressure hard enough to make himself known and to make George’s cock jump out of curiosity because God , it feels good to be wanted. Tentatively, the hands travel their way to George’s taut stomach, splaying there underneath the fabric of his shirt, as if testing if George is okay with it. In a drunken daze, Georege grabs the stranger’s hands, not pushing them away but pressing them harder into his body. Like permission.
In an instant, he feels the hands grip there, holding a hip and the other across his stomach, as a body presses against his back and crotch. George’s head lolls back to lean back on the stranger, exposing his neck in a way he knows looks absolutely tantalizing, eyes closed shut as he focuses on the heat that pools in his stomach. He loves being touched like this, feels even more drunk on the attention. Absolutely dizzy with it.
Shocks of want echo through his body with every dirty grind he throws back onto the stranger’s clothed cock. Touchmetouchmetouchme , George thinks wantonly as he holds the stranger’s hands on his body.
George opens his eyes and looks across the room to see Dream, staring at him with a hard look. It should scare him, really, it should make him nervous. But instead, George feels his cock throb with desire, with excitement at the prospect of Dream seeing him like this, absolutely slutted out for some stranger. Good , he thinks, take a good look. This is what you’re missing out on. Daringly, he grins at Dream, a tease of sorts that seems to ask “What are you gonna do about it?”
Dream smirks, shaking his head at him before walking away.
He’s pushed up against the wall in their hotel room in whereverthefuck, Dream’s strong fucking arms holding his ass up as they eagerly make out. Dream’s tongue is relentless and demanding and God, fuck, fuck, he missed this. Dream tastes like coconut rum and shitty beer and it’s so addicting and good, so good that George keeps sucking on his tongue for more, more, more--
Dream pulls away to chuckle. “Miss me that much, baby?” he asks, breath hot against George’s kiss-stained lips. George can only whimper, something high-pitched and pathetic, because why the fuck is Dream talking and not kissing him?
Dream pushes his mouth back against George’s, their tongues fighting for dominance as they taste one another. As they kiss, Dream readjusts his hold on George’s ass as he carries him to the bed. Suddenly, George is horizontal, plopping down on their lush hotel bed as Dream’s arms come down to cage him in, his thigh resting nicely in between George’s legs.
The kisses only become even more intense from there, as George’s hands wrap around Dream to touch and feel. He tugs on the bottom of his shirt, hoping that Dream would get the hint.
“What is it, baby?” Dream murmurs against his mouth, to which George whimpers in reply because he knows Dream knows what he wants. “You gotta say it.”
George pushes up, grinding against Dream’s leg, but Dream pulls it away. “Nuh uh, baby, I want you to say it.”
“Fuck,” George pleas, “please touch me. I need it.”
“There’s my good boy,” Dream says, grinning cockily as he trails kisses down from George’s ear to his neck and returning his thigh into their rightful place between George’s legs. George eagerly grinds again, in searching of any friction to relieve his hard cock. He whines loudly as he feels Dream’s teeth scrape against his neck, giving him that perfect painpainpainpleasure that he’s been craving.
“God, you’re so loud, Georgie, did you miss me that badly?” Dream chuckles before continuing to suck at George’s neck. The suction is tight, strong enough that George knows it’ll bruise and he lets out a loud groan knowing that Dream is branding him. That the mark will be dark and purple and visible tomorrow morning. He feels Dream pull up on his shirt, so he raises his torso, allowing the fabric to be pulled off of him. He feels the cool air conditioned air hit his bare skin.
As Dream continues to kiss him, he feels Dream grab at his wrists, pinning him there before feeling something fabric tie around them. George moans lewdly at the restraints, the realization suddenly dawning on him.
“That okay, baby?” Dream asks, pulling back to admire the brunet, his hands tied above his head helplessly as Dream sits on top of him. George nods eagerly, tugging at the restraints to see just how tight they are.
Dream trails a fingernail down George’s chest, scraping lightly on his nipple. George lets out a shaky breath. “I’m supposed to let you come tonight, but honestly I think I should punish you instead,” Dream says, not making eye contact with George and instead focusing on where his finger touches George.
George lets out a whine in protest but it dies in his throat when Dream pinches his nipple. “You were bein’ bad out there, Georgie, dancing out there for everyone to see like the slut that you are. Isn’t that right?”
George nods eagerly, head too clouded by Dream’s hands pinching and playing with his nipples to formulate a good enough response. “Say it,” Dream demands.
“I’m a slut,” George pants out, squirming under the blond’s touch. “Fuck, I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m sorry, please .”
Dream smiles, looking pleased with himself. “Maybe I should just leave you like this, tied up and wanting. As punishment.” George shakes his head, his cock screaming for attention, as he continues to squirm and twitch underneath Dream’s touches.
“No? You don’t want me to?” Dream asks, feigning innocence. “Then what should I do instead, George?”
“Touch me,” he breathes out. “Please, touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Dream counters, continuing to draw circles into George’s skin. It’s infuriating and tantalizing and George needs--
“More,” he begs. “Touch my cock, I need you, Dream.” Dream tuts his tongue as if pleased with the admission. He leans back, before tapping lightly on George’s hip. George obediently raises his hips so Dream can take off his boxers. He looks down at his cock, hard and red and angry, dripping out fat droplets of precome.
Dream ghosts a thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the wetness gathered at the tip, emitting a breathy moan from George as he throws his head back in pleasure. “Look at you, baby, all fucking wet for me,” Dream comments. Dream’s light touches feel absolutely maddening, as his thumb plays with the head of his cock. He feels fingers lightly drag up and down his shaft, teasing him.
“Dream, I--” George cuts himself off, hearing the click of a cap open and close and feeling a wet fingertip prodding at his hole as the other hand continues to play with his cock.
He lets out a low groan as he feels the fingertip shallowly trace the entrance to his hole, dipping in only for a few centimeters, before pulling back and circling the rim again. George’s hips twitch down, trying to feel more, get more, get anything more than what Dream’s giving him.
Then, he feels a finger fully push into him, so suddenly that he lets out a cry of surprise. Dream’s finger prods at him relentlessly, fucking in and out of him before one finger becomes two. “Oh f-fuck,” George moans out, loud and careless, as he feels the deliciously familiar burn from the stretch and the fingers push at his prostate.
They spend the next couple of minutes like this, Dream breathing heavily as he watches George squirm and fuck back down onto his fingers, whimpering nonsense as he’s overtaken by the pleasure.
“I think that’s enough focus on you, don’t you think, love?” Dream stands up on the bed, pulling away and removing his pants, before sitting on George’s chest, thigh on either side of George’s face. “Open up.”
George’s mouth drops open, cock throbbing in excitement as he begins to lick at Dream’s cock. He’s missed this, feeling this exposed and pliant, like a fucktoy that Dream can just use and abuse. He suckles at the tip, tasting the beads of saltiness there. George groans, inhaling the musky scent of his cock.
“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Dream coos as he grabs onto the headboard, giving experimental thrusts as he shallowly fucks into George’s mouth. “Look at me.”
George opens his eyes, making direct eye contact with Dream as he relaxes and lets Dream fuck his throat. Dream’s hand tangles in his hair, holding George’s head as his thrusts become more desperate. George maintains eye contact, feeling his eyes water from the intrusion, but fuck, it feels so good. He moans with every thrust, the room becoming reduced into a litany of groans and moans and the bang of the headboard against the wall.
“Such a good fucking slut,” Dream pants out, “so good for me, Georgie, oh fuck, I wish you could see yourself, God.” George bobs his head slightly, taking Dream in deeper with every thrust, tongue stretching out and licking of Dream’s cock.
He then feels a hand wrap around his cock, stroking him up and down, as Dream continues to hump into him. And it’s good, it’s too good, and George can feel his orgasm building, that recognizable heat coil in his belly, waiting to be released, and he feels like he’s about to--
Dream pulls away, letting go of George’s cock and settling in between George’s legs, so the tip of his cock presses right on George’s entrance. “You’re not coming yet, not on my watch,” Dream chastises. “You really think it’d be that easy, baby? After how you acted tonight?”
“Dream…” George pleas. Dream looks down at George’s hole as he teases the head of his cock over his entrance again and again. George’s cock stands erect and untouched, as he humps his hips up so that maybe Dream will notice and touch him and give him exactly what he wants.
Finally, fucking finally , Dream presses into him, nice and slowly. George hisses, reveling in the burn, remembering just how big the American is.
“Thank you,” George breathes out, high-pitched and whiny, “oh thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Dream chuckles low as he bottoms out, hips coming to meet George’s ass, fully buried in George’s warmth.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Dream murmurs, pulling back nearly all the way before slamming back into George.
“Oh fuck ,” George slurs out as Dream begins to pick up the pace, fucking into him properly now. “Oh, fuck, God, Dream, I, you feel so fucking good. ” He’s babbling now, the way he does when he’s full of cock and Dream fucks him just right. It doesn’t just feel good; Dream’s cock is something he craves , something he needs.
“You fill me up so fucking good,” he cries out as he feels Dream pushing in and out of him. He clenches around the American boy who lets out a groan in response, humping forward in response. And George loves that, he loves it when he does little things just to push Dream over the edge, to make his dominance act crack just a little bit. George begins to push his hips down to meet Dream’s thrusts, just to get him in a little deeper, feeling him more , whining unabashedly.
“George, fuck, you sound so…” Dream trails off, sweat dripping down his forehead as he continues at his relentless pace. “Fuck, we have neighbors, George, you gotta--”
“Make me be quiet,” George challenges in between moans, clenching his hole around Dream’s cock.
Dream’s eyes wrench shut, like he’s focusing on not coming on George’s words alone, before he shoves two fingers down George’s throat. George greedily sucks on Dream’s thick fingers, tongue licking in between and all around them. He feels so fucking full , so slutty like this, with Dream’s fingers and cock inside of him. He feels dizzy with desire, with need, as Dream then grabs at his cock, pumping him up and down in time with his thrusts.
George sucks harder on Dream’s fingers, focusing on the blond’s taste to ground himself, to stop himself from coming because Dream hasn’t told him he can yet, and he wants to be good. Needs to be good. Needs to show Dream that he’s--
“You’re such a good fucking boy, George,” Dream groans out, thumb swiping over the head of George’s cock before continue to stroke him. George lets out a loud, slutty moan. “But not yet, baby. Just hold out for me a little longer. I’ll count you down, baby.”
George nods eagerly at that, eyes rolling into his head because for the first time in a month, he’ll be allowed to come, and he basques in all of this overstimulation. The fingers in his mouth that fuck into his throat. The hand on his cock that pumps him so addictingly. The cock that fills him up so fucking good, he can’t even think straight. All he can think in his stupid sex haze is yesyesyesyes and moremoremoremore . He’s close, now, closer than he’s ever been before, just a couple more seconds and he’ll come, loud and hard.
Then suddenly it all stops. The fingers leave his mouth. The hand on his cock stills. Dream pulls out of him and leaves his hole empty, clenching and unclenching around nothing. “Nononono, please, fuck,” he begs, pulling against his restraints stupidly as he tries to touch his cock. He looks up at Dream who grins down at him, stroking his own cock as he looks at George writhing underneath him.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby? Did you wanna come?” Dream asks innocently. George nods his head desperately, vocabulary reduced to “Dream” and “please.”
“That’s too bad, because I think I might be done for the night,” Dream teases. “I might just come on you then leave you here like this.” As if trying to prove his point, Dream jerks himself even faster, throwing his head back and groaning loudly.
George whimpers in protest, trying his best to form something coherent. “Please, I can make you feel so good, please I need you in me.”
“Is that right, baby?” Dream asks. “You need me? Well, since you’re asking so nicely…”
Dream’s cock pushes at his entrance again and begins to fuck him again. George lets out a moan in relief, still feeling extremely close to his orgasm, the tension still taut in his gut.
Dream leans over him, so that his mouth is at George’s ear, and sucks at his earlobe while his hand pumps George’s cock.
“Oh fuck ,” George cries out lewdly.
“I’m gonna count down from five, and when I’m done, you can come. Okay, baby?”
“Yes, oh yes, thank you, thank you, Dream, oh--”
“Five.” George hones in on the feeling of Dream’s cock pumping in and out, in and out of him. The way his cock slams into his prostate so perfectly that it makes him feel like he’s being lit on fire, that there’s no greater pleasure in the world than what Dream gives him.
“Four.” The American boy’s hand strokes up and down his shaft, squeezing just a little bit tight at the tip of his cock, in a way that drives George absolutely fucking insane.
“Three.” Dream’s breath feels hot and insistent against George’s ear and it makes it feel as though Dream is consuming him, Dream is everything and all around him and in him.
“Two.” George feels dangerously close, the anticipation buzzing in his stomach as he awaits his delivery.
“One.” His orgasm barrels into him like a fucking train and he feels his mind go blank and empty as sheer, blatant pleasure overwhelms him. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, if he’s saying anything at all, or where he is, or what he’s feeling. All he can feel is this primal feeling overcome him, feel Dream’s hands and body all over him and it’s too much but not enough all at once. Dream’s hand speeds up on his cock and he comes, thick white stripes painted all over Dream’s hand. Dream fucks him through his orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as George cries out, gripping onto Dream hard enough that he knows he’s pressing crescent moons into his skin. Shortly after his orgasm, he feels Dream come, too, hears the younger boy swear and bury his face into the crook of George’s neck as he fills George up.
Then, he pulls out, and George feels filthy and owned in the best way, as he feels the hot white liquid drip out of his used hole. Dream presses light pecks onto his cheek, delicately untying the fabric wrapped around his wrists.
“Hey,” Dream says simply, smiling dopily at him.
“Hi, yourself,” George laughs out.
“Good orgasm?”
George looks up, as if thinking long and hard. “Yeah, it was alright.”
Dream barks out a laughter and playfully slaps the boy’s chest. “Shut the fuck up.”
“C’mon, come help me get cleaned up and we can go for a round two,” George replies, grinning.
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