Dream decided to test out his limits with his newest idea for self-discipline, to prove that alphas aren’t as horny as everyone makes them out to be: abstaining from, well, doing anything horny.
He’s lasted a considerable amount of time, but he keeps getting really, really cocky about it.
George sighs. He’s sitting on his bed with Sapnap, both trying to think of their next strategy. Dream has, surprisingly, been mostly teasingly encouraging of all their attempts at breaking his will. But what started out as a joke has turned into a full blown competition at this point, and Dream is only getting more and more confident.
George hums. “We’ve tried everything.”
“Well, not everything .”
George gives him a look, and Sapnap goes on.
“Nobody gets it like, perfectly right, you know? Like- we know Dream, we can guesstimate what he likes pretty well. But anybody we’ve tried to get him interested in doesn’t know these things.”
George cocks a brow at the beta. “So what’s your idea?”
Sapnap shrugs. “I dunno. Unless we find someone and give them a crash course, I’m starting to doubt we’ll win this.”
“Psht. He can’t last forever . Besides, I have another idea.”
“Oh?”
George grins. “You’ll see.”
~
George reaches into his closet with shaky fingers.
He grasps soft, blue fabric, tossing the hoodie onto his bed and digging into one of the other drawers. It doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, then lets his hands find and unbuckle his belt and undo the zipper. He pulls down his jeans, stripping down entirely.
He sits for a moment, feels the softness of his bed against bare skin, eyes glancing to the door in some anticipation before he moves on.
Pulling the pale blue hoodie over his head, he sighs into the soft fabric draping over him generously, oversized enough that it covers him down to his thighs. He pulls socks of the same color on next.
Although barely clothed, the hoodie does its part in warming him, and his fingers go to trace the bottom line just barely covering him up. From the middle of his thighs on down to past his knees is nothing but bare skin, and the collar of the hoodie is wide enough that it could probably be pulled down to reveal more of his neck and collar pretty easily.
He glances to the mirror, cuddling further into the comfortable fabric for a moment, enjoying the softness against his skin and bringing it up to his nose to breathe in the scent of freshly washed laundry.
If he leans back just right and curls in on himself a little, sitting cross-legged on his bed, he looks like he dissapears into it. He looks pretty. Cozy.
He lets his eyes go up and down himself in the mirror, shifting his position or pulling down the fabric here and there. Whilst pulling it back down and away from his face, the cloth grazes over his dick, and he shivers unwillingly.
If this doesn’t cut it, he doesn’t know what will.
He hears steps sounding from the hallway, and he smirks to himself before his door flies open. George grins up at Sapnap, who stops dead in his tracks and freezes for a second, mouth open but not knowing what to say.
George lets out a laugh when Sapnap runs red and looks away, fingers going to trace the fabric again. He’ll take that as a good sign.
“Impressive, or what?”
“I-,” Sapnap drags a deep breath in, “y-yeah, yeah. You- wait, you want to- appear to Dream like. Like that?”
George watches him find his speech with some amusal. “Yeah. I look way too good for him to say no to this.”
Sapnap mutters something under his breath, but George feels he doesn’t have to know what it was to guess what it was about.
Sapnap gulps, clears his throat. “So, what if he… he turns you down?”
“He won’t.”
“He’s been pretty fuckin stubborn.”
“He better not .”
Sapnap just shakes his head lightly, keeping his eyes on the closet instead of George. One of his hands is still stuck to the doorhandle, probably to steady himself, and something about that makes George’s insides curl.
George looks to himself in the mirror again, all pale skin and soft features and pastel colors. “He better not,” he mutters, “but I swear if he doesn’t I’d probably let you fuck me instead.”
Sapnap stutters. “W- hwat?”
George smiles at him innocently. “You can call him into his room after work tomorrow, and I’ll be waiting there.”
“I heard that.”
George ignores him, ruffling through his own hair to mess it up experimentally. “He shouldn’t be too tired when he comes back from work, right? Cause he’s usually a bit tired after work, but he also doesn’t work as long on fridays.”
“I- yeah, yeah. I’ll, I’ll call him in, sure.”
~
Dream drops his bags somewhere by the door, heaving a sigh. Two pm and already home, with a nice, long weekend ahead of him.
He stretches a bit in the hallway before making his way into the kitchen, only to be greeted by a too-smug looking Sapnap.
Dream gives him a look, but when Sapnap doesn’t grow any less smug, he feels the need to ask. “What is it?”
“We have a surprise for you,” Sapnap says lazily, chin propped onto his fist. “In your room. Might want to get to that.”
“A surprise?,” Dream asks, curiosity flickering into his voice. Did they buy him something? “What is it this time?”
“You’ll see.”
Dream pauses to glance between the hallway and Sapnap, before he goes and grabs a quick glass of cold water first. Sapnap only watches him with a grin, and Dream warily puts the glass down and heads into his room.
His mind tries to run through the options of new ideas they could’ve come up with for him, but he knows he probably won’t guess, anyway. He takes a deep breath. Calm but a little intrigued, he opens the door to his room.
He freezes, not much unlike Sapnap.
He blinks, processing, lets his arm close the door the rest of the way on autopilot.
“G-george-”
“Hi Dream,” George teases, one hand tugging at the hoodie.
“I- you- George .”
George doesn’t miss the way Dream’s eyes trail down before quickly flicking back up, or how he can probably guess George doesn’t have anything on underneath the hoodie.
George pats the spot next to him, sitting cross-legged on Dream’s bed. “Come sit down.”
Dream complies, surprisingly, eyes hungrily moving up and down, and George feels a fire curling in his gut at the sight. Before Dream can say anything more, George grabs Dream’s shirt on his chest, twisting his fingers into it and looking up with a sly, victorious smile.
“ George ,” Dream starts again, breaths coming quicker, and before George knows it there’s a hand on his thigh, another on his waist, still seperated from his skin by the thick hoodie. “George, fuck - fine, I- shit , you’ve- you’ve got me, okay?”
George feels victory course through him immediatly, grinning as he leans a little further into Dream’s chest and feels the hands around him tighten. “ Dre-am ,” he sing-songs, grasping the shirt tighter.
Dream’s breath hitches and he shudders, and George shivers in turn and suddenly there’s nothing on his mind but getting those big hands onto his skin and under his hoodie.
George muffles a quiet noise into Dream’s shoulder, watching Dream’s reaction. “C’mon then, Dream.”
“I-,” Dream hesitates, one hand trailing up George’s side, fingers not daring to graze over skin and pressing into the blue fabric instead.
George tries again, impatient, pulls his voice higher and softer, knows he must be so, so close to getting what he wants. “M’ all yours, Dreamie. Please?”
“George, I… I shouldn’t,” Dream muses, but George can hear that he’s considering it, that he’s contemplating it-!
George pushes the words out, heavy in his throat, voice low and rasping. “Fuck me, Dream. I’m worth losing for, aren’t I?”
Dream pulls in a sharp breath. Before George can tell what’s happening, Dream has leaned back and away, looking down with a sense of stubbornness. George blinks up at him, confused.
Dream’s tone of voice lies, smooth and deep. “So if I leave now, I still won’t have lost?”
George murmurs something agreeing in return before having fully processed anything, head full of the firm warmth that his overclocking brain can’t figure out why it left him. Before he can blink himself back to his senses, Dream laughs and grabs him, hoisting him up effortlessly.
George gasps, blood rushing to his brain as Dream easily picks him up bridal style.
“Dream! You can’t be- come on , or else I’ll have to let Sapnap fuck me instead!”
Dream pauses. He gives him a look, lets out a long, shaking breath. He leans in close, lips grazing George’s ear in a way that makes him want to beg for Dream to change his mind. “Then that,” Dream murmurs, voice low and fiery, “is between the both of you.”
“Dream!” George protests again, but Dream carries him out of his room and carefully places him down on the living room couch. He hesitates one last time before he moves away, one hand holding George’s face.
“Nice try,” he murmurs all too friendly, placing a soft kiss onto George’s forehead and disappearing down the hallway.
George gasps for air, trying to process what just happened. “DREAM! You can’t be SERIOUS!”
George’s shout is answered only by the alpha’s distant laughter from his room, and George is left sitting on the living room couch, craving a warmth that was just there and way, way too hard to not embarass even him a little bit (although he is, admittedly, usually the bold one).
George lets out a frustrated groan, burying his face into his hands as Sapnap stands in the doorway.
“No luck?”
George looks up at him, defeated. “That was perfect. It was all perfect . I had him right there , Sapnap. He even admitted defeat!”
Sapnap cocks a brow. “He did?”
“Yes! But then I got cocky, and-” George cuts himself off, gesturing into the air.
Sapnap just shakes his head with a grin, sitting down with some respectful distance between them. “So he really managed to turn you down, huh. After all that.”
George nods, runs his hand through his hair. “What is wrong with him,” he complains, though there’s no bite to his words. Just some leftover stubbornness over having lost when he was so, so close.
Sapnap lets out a slightly breathy laugh, pointedly keeping his eyes somewhere in the living room. “I have no idea.”
“Ugh,” George muses, “I even told him about you to make him jealous, and it didn’t work.”
Sapnap gives him a surprised look, though half-joking. “Dream and resisting being jealous? Wow.”
“I know, right? He’s usualy really posessive.”
Sapnap hums in agreement. “He likes control. But he also likes self-control too much. And winning.”
They sit there in contemplating silence for a moment. George can still feel hot warmth coursing through his body, enjoying the fabric grazing him a bit too much, at the same time feeling too cold to sit here all alone.
George glances at the distance between them, and decides he’s too impatient for formalities.
Sapnap gasps when George suddenly shifts close enough to directly lean against his side, hands going to grasp his sweater.
“George-”
George buries his face into Sapnap’s shoulder, face tinted red at even his own boldness. But he did not go through all that trouble to get nothing now.
Sapnap pauses and looks at George, shivering and wide-eyed and draped lavishly in that soft blue color. He turns to him, arms wrapping around his frame and pulling him closer.
He breathes into the heat stowed up between them, weeks of planning and talking about not-so-platonic things and being so close and letting the tension build. George lets out the same noise he did before, sighs into the scent of the beta, that of wool and roses and freshly cut herbs.
Sapnap shivers against him, pulls him tighter to him and lets a hand hold George’s face right where Dream’s was just now. George looks up into the dark eyes, his own gaze half-lidded and trying to look content and yearning, and it really doesn’t take any more than that.
Sapnap leans down quickly, but carefully. The moment George melts into the kiss, Sapnap grabs him by the waist and pushes him against the couch, all self-control from before out the window.
George shivers, whines into the kiss, toes curling from all the attention and the fire of it. If Dream doesn’t want him, he’ll just get what he needs elsewhere.
Sapnap breath hitches as he parts for air only to dive in for more, and George can feel his hands going over his hoodie and down his sides, over his thighs. One hand grasps into his thigh and bare skin, and George gasps at it, body curling in on itself at the sensation.
He catches Sapnap’s gaze, dark and stuck to him like he’s the only omega Sapnap has ever seen in his goddamn life. George feels warmth twist in him again at the look, at the attention of it, and he wraps his arms around his neck in some encouragement.
Sapnap sighs when he leans in closer again, lips going over George’s neck just to feel him shiver.
“Mm, you know Dream can round the corner at any minute, right?”
Sapnap tsks, softly bites into the skin only to see George tilt his head back to give him more space. “He’s the one that turned you down, that’s his problem now.”
George murmurs something half-coherent, though not as enthusiastic at Sapnap’s advancements. Sapnap adjusts quickly, lets his hands graze over him a little slower, a little calmer. George sighs and leans into the affection and the touch nonetheless.
George gulps, mind still wandering back to before .
“So, I know how this’ll sound,” George murmurs, and Sapnap pauses to listen. “But I have another idea.”
Sapnap looks up. “What kind?”
“You know, Dream won this time, but only just barely, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I know I’m going to haunt his goddamn dreams . And he likes control a lot.”
Sapnap blinks, trying to figure out what he’s getting at. “Yeah, and...?”
George smoothes a hand over Sapnap’s chest while he talks. “Maybe if it’s the both of us, it’ll convince him. I mean, if you want,” he adds shyly, trying to gauge his reaction.
Sapnap, for his part, does seem to consider it. “Mm, maybe. I mean,” he looks to the side, blushing, “I would… I’d try, if you think it might work.”
George pushes his face into the crook of Sapnap’s neck at that, pulling him down somewhat. “Perfect. I have some ideas for you.”
Sapnap lets out a laugh, and George can feel it right in his chest. “You always do.”
~
Sapnap stands, looking into the mirror.
He has a red sweater on, though the turtleneck is a little lower than usual. He eyes the box on his nightstand. After looking over himself one more time, he grasps into it to pull out a collar.
He gulps, thick and heavy as if his throat is filled with burning honey. He can practically watch his cheeks tint red in the mirror and quickly looks down, instead. The collar is black, made of leather and smooth to the touch, though padded out on the inside to be more comfortable.
He carefully places it around his neck, biting his lip to stay concentrated. The material feels like fire on his skin, and it’s surprisingly well-fit once he secures it. It sits snug around his neck, quite more his thing than he thought it would be. He feels like he can’t speak, can’t talk, doesn’t want to do either of those things as long as the black leather sits around his neck.
He side-eyes the box, leans over to glance into it. Technically, the leash just came with it practically for free. It’s not necessarily part of the plan, but curiosity nags at him, and his fingertips twitch until he reaches for it.
He clips the leash onto the metal ring at the front of the collar, one hand immediatly staying to hold it tight. Without letting himself think about it he pulls it at slowly, more and more, feeling some pressure build at the back of his neck and more pressure build below his waistline.
He sucks in a breath at the feeling, shifting from one foot to the other.
Oh.
He glances to the door, then back to the mirror. He pulls at it again, a little harsher this time, and immediatly lets out a gasp. If Dream likes control and Sapnap is hard just from being pulled on a leash, then this is going to be… interesting.
Before Sapnap can react to the steps in the hallway, George quite predictably enters his room after having left him alone with the box for a few minutes.
He stops and their eyes meet, and neither of them move for a moment. Sapnap gulps, looking away but keeping one hand on the leather leash, unwilling to let go of it. There’s definitly some strange sense of comfort from holding onto it.
George steps in closer, and Sapnap turns to him, hand finally falling down. One of George hands slowly, wordlessly but curiously goes to grab the leash, and Sapnap feels like he’s going to catch on fire.
George pulls at it lightly, and Sapnap lets himself stumble forward despite the light push. George looks up at him, hand fiddling with the leather strip in his hands. “You… wanna keep this on?”
Sapnap takes a deep breath and then nods firmly, watching George let go of him and step back. George grins at him. “Dream is so fucking dead.”
Sapnap laughs, holding the leash himself now, more for comfort than necessity.
He glances to the mirror, can see that his jeans are tight enough to show exactly how hot and bothered he is already. “He better be.”
~
Dream, for his part, has not stopped thinking about George a single day since their attempt at breaking his will.
He doesn’t mind the way they’ve turned it into a borderline prank war at this point. If he did, he would tell them, and he knows they’d stop. But for one, he doesn’t have to keep this going forever to know he’s self-disciplined, and two, he knows he doesn’t want to keep this going forever anyway.
And he won’t manage to, if he doesn’t get the image of George, draped in a soft blue, shivering at every teasing touch, out of his thick, fucking skull.
The thought hasn’t left him since that day, keeps ghosting in and out of his mind. How soft he would be under his fingers. How he would shiver and whine and plead for more, and Dream gulps and knows the alpha part of him would be screaming to tear him apart.
To be entirely honest, Dream isn’t even sure he could survive the exact same situation again.
He drops his bag of groceries onto a kitchen chair with a sigh, starts sorting through the things that need to go into the fridge to get them cooled before they warm up too much. It’s a bit quiet for a saturday evening, but maybe they’re playing video games, or out with some friends.
Dream finishes putting away the groceries and shuts the fridge.
His phone buzzes, temporarily set on the counter. He picks it up, sees the message right from the home screen. It’s from Sapnap.
Sappy: Hope you’re ready for another surprise
Oh no.
Sappy: In your room as usual. Good luck :)
Oh no.
Dream leans his head back. Fuck. He’s screwed, isn’t he? What, pray tell, could they have come up with to one-up their attempt from last time?
Dream leaves his phone on the counter, makes his way to his room. He pauses in front of the door, mind already far, far down in the gutter.
He takes a deep breath to prepare himself, and steps inside, well aware this will probably be his last day. The door swings open.
“Oh,” he pushes out, voice barely a breath. George is draped in the same blue hoodie and the same blue socks he was in before, because he looks good in them (and of course he does, and of course he knows that), while Sapnap’s red sweater feels like the color of Dream’s hot blood, readily betraying him by going far, far south.
His eyes immediatly fall to the collar and leash around Sapnap’s neck, face red as if it’s trying to rival the color of his sweater. It’s a contrast to George’s calm, confident pastel blue, but both pairs of eyes that rake him up and down are equally dark and mischevious.
“Cat got your tongue?,” George comments lightly, shifting so that his hoodie almost, almost reveals his lack of underwear, and Dream sucks in a sharp breath.
Awestruck and overwhelmed, he makes his way to Sapnap, never having seen him like this before. His hand finds the leash immediatly, and Sapnap lets go of it like on command. The immediete compliance burns in his gut, and Dream knows he’s absolutely, definitly lost .
Sapnap looks up at him when Dream climbs onto his bed, reminding him that he’s quite a bit taller than the beta.
Dream looks down at him, thumb going over the smooth leather. His voice is low and rough, barely audible, scraping out of his dry throat. “Oh, this is absolutely it , do you know that?”
Sapnap’s mouth twitches into a smile at that. “Prove it.”
Dream feels the fire in him lurch, and before he knows it, he’s pulled Sapnap forward by the leash and close enough to press his mouth to.
Sapnap groans lowly into the kiss, and Dream can feel every instinct in his body ready to run him up a wall . Sapnap lets him, leans his head back and only kisses him back, and it only makes it all so, so much worse.
He yanks the leash harder, more to get a reaction and find the limit than anything, but Sapnap only lets out a broken-off moan into his mouth.
“ Fuck ,” Dream hisses, hand closed tight enough around the leash that his knuckles go white.
He feels another warmth somewhere near him, hot enough that his swimming brain registers it and he turns his head to the side to see George. He feels the resolve in him soften immediatly, the thoughts of the past week weighing in heavy.
“George,” he says softly, and George stubbornly buries his face into his chest.
Dream keeps the leash in one hand, placing a hand at George’s cheek to gently lift him upwards and kiss him. George gives a pleased noise at the attention, closing his eyes and melting into the softness. Dream runs his thumb over George’s jawline caringly, far gentler than he knows George can and will take. His mind fills with the scent of lavender and blueberry, sweet and intoxicating.
Dream murmurs against his lips, the last of his resistance melting into a puddle on the floor. “ George , my sweet George, I, ah- I left you, all alone-”
George humms in agreement, though impatiently trying to get more than the soft kisses out of Dream. Dream pauses to catch his breath for a moment and look at George, all dusted cheeks and bitten lips, and grabs him by the back of the head for a deeper kiss.
George shivers at Dream’s tongue pushing into his mouth hungrily, trying to get a taste of him. George lets him, hands grasping at Dream’s green shirt desperatly.
Dream lets them part, his hand going to run through George’s hair, eyes raking him up and down.
George gasps when Dream’s hand goes down to trace his collarbone, impatient. “Come on , Dream.”
“Mm,” Dream hums, voice drawled and low, “I still need to decide who to get to first.”
Sapnap only gives Dream an amused look, content with the light pull on his collar and watching George fall apart in Dream’s hands. But George whines against his chest, pushes his face into his shirt. “M-me, please,” he mutters weakly, and Dream’s hand goes back to pet his hair.
“What was that, George?”
George lets out a frustrated groan, stubborn. He sits up on his knees to reach Dream’s mouth and bite into his lip in retaliation. Dream hums, lets him, doesn’t flinch in the slightest even when George tries again.
George hisses out a sigh against his lips, apologetically kissing away the metal taste. He feels Dream smile against him, kissing back softly for a moment before pulling away.
Dream lets his tongue run over his lips, showing a sliver of teeth as he looks down at George, pupils dark and anticipating.
George shivers at the look, gulps thickly and feels his face run hot. “Dream, I- me, f-first, please.”
Dream hums, lifting a hand to hold his face. “You what first, George?”
George sighs, feels like he’s burning to a crisp under his gaze, under Dream’s big hand gently cradling his cheek. “F-fuck me first, Dream, please .”
Dream groans against him, hand temporarily letting go of Sapnap’s leash to grab George by the waist and move him to the head of the bed. George contently lets himself get moved and placed to lean against some pillows at the end of the bed, Dream pulling Sapnap along by the leash a moment later to stay close.
Sapnap gasps at the pull, eyes closing and gulping as he settles very much nearby. Dream gives him a quizzical look nonetheless, pausing, taking a deep breath to briefly clear his head.
“Fuck, we need a safeword with… all this,” he murmurs, looking between the two.
George shrugs. “What for?”
Dream is about to open his mouth to give a long answer when Sapnap cuts him off. “Stoplights.”
George sighs. “Yeah, sure, can we go on?”
Dream laughs a little, holds the side of George’s face with his hand again. “Trust me, I’ll get to you in a second. Yellow is pause?”
Sapnap nods. “Yeah, and then depends on what comes after.”
Dream nods in turn. “Okay,” he murmurs, pulling at the collar again firmly to force Sapnap to stretch up to meet him. “Color?”
Sapnap gulps, letting himself get pulled in. “R-really fucking green.”
Dream nips at his earlobe before loosening his grip, letting Sapnap sit back again. “Good.”
George whines, causing Dream to finally turn his attention back to him. Dream smiles down at him. “One more moment,” he promises, before turning to Sapnap.
Their eyes meet, Sapnap kneeled by him closely. Dream slowly lets go of the leash, lets it fall against Sapnap’s chest without losing his gaze. “You,” Dream starts, “stay closeby, as if I’m still holding it.”
Sapnap nods eagerly, hands coming up to hold the leash, a fire running through his veins at Dream’s voice. Dream gives him a small, entirely not-innocent smile, looking him up and down. “Good boy,” he murmurs, and Sapnap only feels his face run hotter.
Dream turns and moves to sit on top of George, who grasps Dream’s thighs through his jeans to hold on. Dream picks his hands off of him by the wrists and places them to the side. George whines at the lack of touch, then sighs when he feels Dream settle on top of him.
George grinds up into Dream impatiently, and Dream lets out a gasp at the unexpected friction.
He lets out a low noise, hands grasping George’s wrists tighter. “Down,” he commands lowly, watches George’s eyes widen softly and breath hitch. His hips still, and Dream moves his hands to hold down his shoulders, instead.
He pauses from his shifting, makes sure he’s not placing too much weight onto George. “Color, George?”
“Green, just fuck me already, oh my god .”
Dream chuckles as he finally lets his hands roam free, and George gasps at fingers digging into his outer thighs and then inner thighs, and snaking up his sides underneath his hoodie this time. Dream pushes the blue fabric upwards to expose more of him, and George whines contently at the feeling of warm, big hands grazing over the newly found stretches of skin.
He feels his breathing pick up at the tension building all over, hips twitching when Dream’s hands go to graze right around his dick but absolutely no closer. Dream stops when he feels another twitch, snake-green eyes coming to meet George’s, who murmurs something apologetically.
Dream takes a moment to appreciate George’s red flushed face, pink cheeks, shivering skin, all crowned by the pretty pastel blue. It makes Dream want to fuck the life out of him, until this pretty boy under him is ruined and begging for more with no dignity left to hold onto, and the thought makes him hiss in a breath to steady himself.
Dream turns to Sapnap, who shivers at the gaze, sitting obediently nearby like Dream told him to, eyes going over them with contained hunger. Both his hands are still fiddling with the leash.
Dream lets one of his hands ruffle through his hair affectionately, and Sapnap leans into it with a held breath and closed eyes, ignoring the bit of shame rising to his face. “Good boy,” Dream murmurs again, only to watch Sapnap shiver and melt and shift in place because he’s clearly already hard despite hardly having been touched.
“You can go fetch the lube, top drawer,” he comments lazily after going through his hair again. Sapnap gives him a glance, bites his lip, considers something , and Dream won’t have it.
His hand goes to Sapnap’s leash again, pulling him up hard, and Sapnap gasps in surprise, wide, dark eyes completely set on Dream. “You better not be thinking about doing anything other than what I say, are you?”
“N-no,” Sapnap stutters, though not sounding entirely convinced.
Dream tsks. “Keeping you two in check is a full time job ,” he complains lightly. One of his hands go to the collar, and he carefully hooks a finger under it.
Sapnap gasps, lifting his chin on instinct, lets out a small noise. He feels frozen in place at the additional pressure, unable to move, unable to look away, and even though his throat is burning, he can breathe and talk just fine. Or at least, he should be able to do those things just fine.
Dream leans in, lets his voice roll lowly near his ear. “You’re going to disobey me when you’re like this , Sappy? When I can do that and get you to shut up right away?”
“Mh,” Sapnap moans softly, “I-I won’t, Dream. Can’t.”
Dream leans in a little closer, lips brushing his ear, the tips of which are long burnt red. “Who do you listen to, Sap?”
“You,” he admits, finally. “I’ll- I listen to you, Dreamie, I’ll do- anything for you.”
“Good.” Dream leans back, lets go of the collar. “Then do as I asked.”
Sapnap scrambles off the bed quickly, not really having to move a whole lot to get the lube and toss it over. Dream gives him a smile and goes through his hair again, and Sapnap briefly purrs into the touch before getting comfortable.
Dream turns back to him, and George shifts in place when he watches Dream get some lube onto his hand.
“I’m p-pretty sure I’m wet enough that you don’t need it,” George comments, but Dream just shakes his head at him with amusal.
George’s eyes go lower, watching Dream free himself from his constraints and watching him slowly get himself lubed up, sighing into the feeling of finally, finally giving himself the attention he’s needed for so long.
Dream gives himself another two slow strokes before meeting eyes with George, who turns red at being caught staring. Dream just gives him a hungry smile, and George shivers under his gaze, twitching his hips upwards.
Dream pushes George’s hips firmly down, listens to George’s wordless complaining and feels him squirm underneath his grip, patient. Dream pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, his eyes the only green left on him now. George watches him run his hands down his chest, face and neck run red.
George’s patience finally wears down, the insistant heat tired of being pushed aside. “Dream- Dream please , come on , what else do you want to hear! ”
Dream gives a low chuckle, snaking a single finger inside George’s heat and watching him moan softly at the touch. George sighs, fingers gripping the sheets briefly as he finally feels filled . “Yes- Dream, that’s- ah, that’s really good, fuck, I’ve wanted some part of you inside of me for so long- ”
Dream adds a second finger, pulling in a sharp breath at the smoothness, well-lubed from George’s own neediness. “Mh, you’re really soft, George. Nice and wet for me, hm?”
George’s hips twitch again in response, and he bites his lip at the embarassment rising to his face.
Dream pushes his two fingers in again firmly. “Awh, you like hearing that, George?”
“Sh-shut up,” George whines, hips bucking upwards on time to get Dream’s fingers deeper in.
Dream pushes his fingers in once more before getting them out, slick and covered in George’s own, natural lube. Dream goes to trail himself with his fingers, caught on the thought that they’re covered in George, before getting his hands clean on the sheets (that he’ll have to change later anyway) and pushing George down by the shoulders again.
George gasps in anticipation, dark eyes nothing but wide pools of want, and Dream carefully angles himself closer before pushing into the wet warmth. George moans at how easily he slides in, legs loosely apart to give Dream space.
Dream groans when he finally starts to move, holding George down by the shoudlers. George whines underneath, trying to move again before Dream’s grip on him tightens. “Stay down, George,” he hums, “just- hah- stay nice and still for me, okay?”
George nods eagerly, relaxing into the feeling of being filled up and feeling every single one of Dream’s movements. Dream adjusts for a moment, angling himself differently until George twitches involuntarily with a gasp. Dream lets out a moan, finally, keeping the angle that makes staying still almost impossible for George.
He takes one hand off of George’s shoulders all while keeping his movements up, instead turning to Sapnap and pulling him in by the leather leash. He kisses him hungrily, and Sapnap moans into his mouth, leaning in eagerly.
“Good boy,” Dream murmurs near him, keeping Sapnap close with one hand. “You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?”
Sapnap nods, eyes stuck on the hand holding him close.
“Good.” Dream lets go to pat Sapnap’s waistband. “Get yourself free, then.”
Sapnap wastes not a single second, hands going down to get out of his jeans and his boxers, though knowing he can’t get the sweater off without also losing the collar for a moment. He decides to keep the sweater on, a contrasting red to George’s blue hoodie and Dream’s green eyes. They’re all matching, he thinks with some humour, before a hand snakes around his dick unexpectantly.
He gasps at the feeling, eyes meeting Dream’s green ones. He can see Dream’s hips still pushing into George, one of his hands still holding him down while the other spreads warmed lube over Sapnap’s throbbing erection.
He closes his eyes and moans into the feeling, keeping his hips still, shivering at the thought of Dream having the entirety of him in his hand, easily keeping him under his control. Sapnap peels his eyes open when Dream lets out another groan, can see his breaths picking up and heated blush spreading down to his chest.
Sapnap thrusts his hips into his hand, getting Dream’s attention. “You’ve earned yourself something good,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry about me. I can keep George’s mouth busy while you fuck him.”
Dream thinks for a moment, pupils blown out and clearly barely toeing the line of control. He takes a deep breath. “I can- both. Just- you can make out with him, just keep your hips turned up.”
“You sure?”
Dream nods, and Sapnap lies down. He twists his head, reaching out a hand to pull George closer to him. George, for his part, isn’t doing much better than Dream, moaning into Sapnap’s mouth immediatly and parting his pink lips for the messy kiss.
A hand comes to grasp him again a moment later, and he moans back. It really doesn’t take a lot of strokes for him to not be any better off, especially with the quick pace Dream is setting.
Dream multitasks quite smoothly, though snapping his hips into George more and more with each thrust. George only moans and rambles incoherently in turn, somewhere between begging Dream for more and babbling about how good it feels.
Dream lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying himself, and Sapnap feels more heat twist in him at Dream’s confidence. Sapnap lets out another noise into George’s mouth, knows that Dream must be close.
Dream groans at another snap of his hips. “George- you’re so soft and warm and tight around me- ah.” Dream pulls a breath in, unable to keep the words tumbling out of him any longer. “So small and eager for me- fuck, you like being kissed by Sap while I fuck you, huh?”
George only nods eagerly into the next kiss, and Sapnap goes through his hair in turn.
“I- shit , I feel like I died and went to heave n, you’re both so compliant and nice and- ah, I should not- like this so much.”
Sapnap parts from George softly, lets out a short whine when Dream’s hand tightens around him for a moment. “Maybe you should,” he murmurs, looking up at Dream with dark eyes and a heated face, “maybe we like it, letting you do whatever you want.”
Dream’s eyes only widen a little, his next thrust being a bit firmer, causing George to whine again. Sapnap pets through George’s hair, looking up at Dream starting to lose it more and more, and he knows he’s pretty much shameless too at this point.
“You’re a really good alpha, Dream,“ he moans, shivering at Dream’s hand still grasping him. “Betas only submit to really good ones, you know.”
The hungry look that Dream gives him sends a flaming storm through him, and when he feels the hand around him tighten a little and speed up, he knows he’s way too far gone.
Dream is the first to start to really crumble, rythmn getting erratic and shaking lightly as the hot tension in him builds, higher and higher until he knows he can’t hold it in any longer. He leans his head back and groans when the tension finally snaps, hot liquid of his spilling into the heat he’s buried into.
George moans in turn, bucking his hips upwards at the sensation of being filled up to the brim and stretched out. Dream thrusts into him again, once, twice, until George shivers and feels the heat sweep through him as well, coming at the thought of Dream pushing his cum further and further into him.
Sapnap groans softly at watching them both come undone, gasping when Dream’s hand refocuses on him. Still buried into George, he picks up his quick strokes again, rythmic and firm, and Sapnap groans into the feeling. George turns his head to watch him as well, content grin and blown-out eyes set on him. Dream gets his other hand to hold onto the leash, pulling at it.
“C’mon, Sap,” Dream rumbles, voice hoarse and fucked-out, “be a good boy and come for me, yeah?”
Dream’s fucked out voice, firm and warm hand stroking him through it and the pressure at the back of his neck are enough to finally push him over, spilling hot white onto his stomach and over Dream’s hand. Dream murmurs some more vague praise at him as he swims through his high. Dream lets go when Sapnap shifts, cleaning his hand mildly on the sheets again.
For a few moments, they just pant into the silence, before Dream slowly and carefully pulls out of George to collapse onto the bed next to him.
Sapnap lets out a noise of protest, and Dream grunts quizzically in turn.
Sapnap shifts back a bit and pats the space between him and George. “Come into the middle, Dream.”
Dream throws him a look, tired and content, but shuffles over to lay down between them. He relaxes into the bed with a sigh, slowly starting to cool down.
Sapnap wraps his arms around Dream’s middle, and Dream responds by wrapping one arm around his shoulders. He wraps his other arm around George’s shoulders next, and George only gives a happy hum, closing his eyes and burying his face in Dream’s chest.
Dream whistles a long breath out. “Wow. You two just- holy fuck.”
Sapnap laughs a little. “Mhm. That’s what you get for being a stubborn fuck.”
Dream snorts. “That’s what I-?! That doesn’t even make sense! ”
Sapnap only grins, wrapping his arms tighter around Dream. Dream rubs over George’s arm with one hand reassuringly, glancing over to him. “You alright?”
“Mhm,” George drawls tiredly. “That was good. S’ about time, too.”
Dream gives him a look. “About time? What, that I lose?”
George turns his head to look back, sly. “Yeah. And that you fuck us, I mean.”
Dream opens his mouth wordlessly like a fish, taken a little aback. “That I- oh.”
George snorts, burying his face back in the crook of his neck. “Idiot,” he murmurs affectionately, and Dream laughs softly.
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