Maybe it was stupid for George to have opened a dating app at eleven at night. Maybe it was stupid for him to actively be seeking out a simple hook up while on vacation in another country. And maybe, just maybe, it was stupid to be eagerly awaiting a match from one specific account in particular. But that was the position George found himself in as he lay spread out on his bed, bored out of his mind.
Most profiles were simple. They showed photos, usually the ones considered the most attractive to the person running the account, a first name and their age, and then a short bio section where people typically said a little bit about themselves and what they were looking for from the app. Not this account though. This account stood out.
The profile that had caught George’s attention so desperately still had photos, a name, age, and bio, but where smiles and well done hair would usually be displayed, pictures of hands or a lap where a cat would lay cuddled up wholesomely took their place. Where commonplace names such as ‘Tony’, ‘Callum’, or ‘Justin’ would read, instead a simple noun stared George down. Dream . The age read twenty-two, something he hoped was truthful, not being too far off from his own age, and the bio… Well the bio was what stood out the most.
Many people often remained somewhat vague in their bios. Some would say where they studied, or list off hobbies in the hopes of finding common interests with potential matches, and then if you were lucky they’d specify whether they were looking for something in particular or had ‘hard nos’ when it came to dating. This guy though, Dream , had a bio that was anything but vague. In it he was straight to the point, listing down everything you may need to know before interacting with him. It was all laid out crystal clear and, honestly, George appreciated it like crazy. No confusion, no mindless small talk, just straight to the point. Sentences such as ‘The purpose of this account is for no-strings-attached sex. If this isn’t what you’re searching for then please disregard this profile.’ , and ‘I book a hotel room for us (free of charge on your end) and we meet there. You are allowed to send people your location to ensure your own safety as I understand how this may seem.’ , eased George’s mind. He didn’t have to ask a billion questions about how it all worked because it was there for him to read before even matching so he didn’t have to awkwardly back out later if he found out it wasn’t what he was hoping for. There was one section that stood out the most to him though.
‘I do this all anonymously. That means no real name, no personal address, and most importantly no face. I’ll be wearing a mask throughout our evening together to keep my anonymity and if you attempt to convince me to remove it, or remove it unwillingly then I will end our activities right there.’
George assumed that for many, that would be the section that drove them away, made them uncomfortable or weirded out. Not George though. If anything, George liked it even more because of that section in particular. So when his phone lit up, letting him know he had matched with Dream , he practically scrambled to open the app and then await a message. If nothing came through after ten minutes, then he’d make the first move, but he sincerely hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
What George hadn’t expected was for the opening message from Dream to be an audio file. He hesitantly clicked play, ready for perhaps some kind of troll message letting him know he got pranked or was being stupid and unsafe in seeking out strangers for meaningless sex, but instead he was met with a happy, yet factual-sounding, voice that ran over some more information for him, almost like a last warning to know what he’d be getting into with him.
“Hi, George. I’m Dream. Obviously that’s not my real name, but if you’ve read my bio then you already know that I don’t reveal my real name to my matches. If you’ve not read my bio then I highly encourage you to do so now.” There was a pause in the audio, presumably to give him a chance to click off and do so if necessary, but after a few seconds, the voice resumed. “I wanted to send you a voice message so you at least knew what I sound like since you won’t get to see my face, and perhaps you could actually get a sense of my personality a bit since my bio is kinda super to the point and fact based.” There was a chuckle and the sound of clicking in the background before he continued. “Um, so basically, I’m just looking for sex. Meaningless, fun, consensual sex. I have a lot of kinks so if you’re into anything specific let me know and we can totally do that kinda stuff, uh…” More clicks. “Oh yeah, and if you want, you can pick the mask I wear. I have quite a few different types, so, yeah… Your choice. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask, and like my bio said, I’m a switch but have a preference for topping so let me know where you stand with that and stuff. Um… Okay, cool. Hope to hear from you soon, George.” With that the audio ended. Even from his voice alone, George’s heart had already sped up.
It wasn’t like he sounded seductive or anything, but he had a softness to his voice that completely contradicted the more firm element of his voice that was clearly there too. He sounded like a strong cocktail tasted. Sweet, yet intense. And if you had to put a descriptor onto what George wanted most from a sexual partner, it was precisely that. So he began typing his response immediately.
George: Send me pics of the masks and I can choose? Or just describe them. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.
George: Oh, and I’m a bottom. Mostly. Kind of a brat sometimes though so you might need to put me in my place a bit. At least at the start.
Almost instantly, a speech bubble with three dots jumping in cannon appeared, quickly being followed by a new message, this time in text form.
Dream: sounds good to me (: and yeah, i’ll send them through now.
A few moments later a string of images were sent through, showing various masks. Some were simple masquerade masks, lacy and black, while others were more tactical in appearance, almost like they should be used for paintball or a swat team. There were some interesting ones that stood out, a Kylo Ren helmet, a large white dome with a smiley face on it that clipped at the back, the mask from Scream, and a few different masks from the show Squid Game. The one that George liked the look of the most though was a simple black masquerade mask that had gold decorative features along the top and cheekbone areas. Intricate details of wings and swirls that mimicked the ocean’s waves, all adding a sense of regality to the object, with an ever so slight rusted appearance making it look like an old relic with a past. A gas mask with a black tinted eye portion seemed tempting, but the masquerade mask allowed access to Dream’s lips, something George wanted more and more after having heard the voice that fell from them. He messaged Dream with his decision, receiving a ‘good choice. that’s one of my favorites (:’ in response, and began biting at his thumb nail slightly as the realization of what he was really doing began to sink in. He was arranging to have sex with a complete stranger. A stranger who he didn’t know the name of. Who he wasn’t allowed to see the face of . A stranger that was looking for sex and only sex and had no shame in admitting that. And George found it all way too attractive to be true.
Dream: so, any questions? or any kinks lol
George: Um, yeah. One question. What’s the catch?
He continued gnawing at his thumbnail, the action becoming more intentional as the encounter pursued.
Dream: what do you mean?
George: This all seems too perfect and straight forward. What’s the catch?
Dream: no catch. i’m just horny like 90% of the time and don’t want to worry about accidentally bumping into one night stands so i do it in a way that prevents that while still satisfying my needs.
George: You’re not gonna turn out to be a serial killer, right?
Dream: i promise you i’m not a serial killer.
George: Idk, Dream. That sounds like something a serial killer would say.
A few moments passed without a response and George worried that he’d messed it up with his light hearted banter. Maybe it wasn’t formal or professional enough from him? Maybe Dream didn’t want jokes and light hearted comments? Maybe Dream-
Dream: lol you’re cute. like it says in my bio, you can send your location to people as like a safety precaution or whatever. swear i’m not gonna hurt you. unless you want me to of course ;)
Oh.
George: And if I did want you to?
Dream: then i’d deliver. i’d bruise you up so prettily and make you beg for more as i drive you insane from just my harsh touch alone.
George’s ankle rocked side to side quickly, causing his whole leg to shake on his bed as he contemplated his next message. He wanted Dream. He wanted him right then, but worried it’d be too fast. He hadn’t even really brought up any of his kinks yet, still in slight disbelief that this was even happening, so settled for a short simple message.
George: I’d like that. Like… A lot.
Dream: let me know a date and i can book the hotel room for us. it’ll be at Hyatt Regency if that’s good with you?
After a quick search of the place and seeing how close it was to where he was staying, George made a bold choice.
George: I shit you not, that’s like four minutes from me. Book it for tonight and I can meet you literally at any time.
He bit at his lip as he awaited a response. There were no messages for a while, resulting in a locked phone and a journey to get a fresh bottle of water, only for George to almost pounce at his phone when he heard it vibrate from across the room.
Dream: all booked (: meet me at room 315 in about 30 minutes?
George: Sounds great :)
Was George trying a bit too hard for what was simply a one night stand? Maybe. But that didn’t stop him from taking pride in his appearance as he entered the hotel and made his way up to the room Dream had booked for the two of them. He didn’t look too different from normal, but it was still obvious he had put effort in, despite his outfit literally consisting of sweatpants and a t-shirt currently hidden under a thick coat to protect him from the night air.
The door stared at him, begging to be knocked upon, but he simply stared back, as though waiting for it to open on its own accord. After a few movements of his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists to fight off nerves, he took in a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders as he raised his knuckles to the door, rapping them against the hard surface a few times to make his presence known. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the screen displaying that Dream had messaged him once he pulled it out.
Dream: that you?
George: Yup
Dream: on my way (:
George pocketed his phone once more and when the door opened up, his mind went blank. A tall, blonde, broadly built man, donning the same black and gold mask he had selected earlier, stood in suit pants, a waistcoat, and a white shirt under it of which the sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, all put together with a slender black tie. Oh fuck .
“Hi. George?” he said. George just nodded quickly, trying to push down the shock that seemingly entered his system at seeing just how large Dream was compared to him. It wasn’t like he was a giant , but damn… He could probably crush George if he wanted to. “Come in,” Dream offered, stepping to the side while he held the door wide open for George to enter through.
“This place is nice,” George commented as he took in his surroundings, admiring the matching white pieces with hints of blue and yellow in the form of cushions and carpet decorating the scene. He turned to face Dream, and even with the mask covering his eyebrows, George could see the shocked expression on his face.
“Holy shit, you’re British.”
“Oh yeah. Shit. Sorry,” George said with a chuckle. “I didn’t even think to mention that on my profile now that I’m here.”
“No, no, I mean. It just caught me off guard is all. Uh, do you want any water? Or coffee? There’s a coffee machine here-”
“Water would be great.” He took off his coat, hanging it up on a hook nearby the door.
“Cool. Cool, yeah. One water coming up.” Dream pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to George, seemingly watching as the older took a long drawn out drink from it. When George pulled down the drink, he froze as he caught Dream’s staring. He swallowed slowly as he recapped the bottle and maintained eye contact. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” Dream suddenly said. “You’re just- You’re very attractive, and… I’m still trying to process the fact that you’re British, so it’s all just very… Yeah. Sorry,” he sputtered out, receiving a wide amused grin from George.
“Well… You’re very attractive too,” George admitted. “Even if I can only see half of your face,” he added teasingly. With such simple confessions, the air between the two instantly shifted to one filled with much more tension as they both bore into each other’s gazes, and even more so as they inched closer together. George didn’t even think about it until that moment, but the mask he had chosen, in addition to letting him feel Dream’s lips on him, also allowed him to see his eyes, even if they were practically isolated in appearance. A combination of different colors, mostly overshadowed by an overwhelming pool of green, with brown sparkles littered like stars throughout the night sky. They were beautiful. To think he was almost rid of the opportunity to see them felt almost criminal in essence. Dream lifted a hand and tentatively brushed a piece of hair from George’s face, an intimate act that they had both seen in movies and tv shows growing up. The way George’s breath hitched at the simple action should have been embarrassing, but instead, he was transfixed on Dream’s gaze as it dripped from dark umber eyes to delicate plump lips.
“You really are beautiful, George,” Dream said, voice soft. It was instinctual for George to turn away, face flushed with an ever so slight dusting of pink. Dream simply chuckled softly at the response. “Let’s talk boundaries,” Dream suddenly said, tone normal and ridden of the gentle lust that had laced his words prior. He stepped towards the bed before sitting on it and tapping the space next to him which got filled by George after he’d snapped out of the intimate moment that lasted far too shortly for his liking.
“Boundaries,” George repeated, sinking into soft sheets.
“Any definite ‘no’s, or places not to touch, things not to be called, etcetera?”
“Um…” This wasn’t something that George had really thought through thoroughly before, and now being faced with it, he felt put on the spot, mind only racing with things he did like.
“Or, we could start with things you definitely like or want to try first, if that’s easier?” George swore Dream could read his mind.
“Yeah, I think it would be,” George answered, his hands falling into his lap. “Bondage.” That was the first thing he said.
“Bondage,” Dream repeated. “Anything specific, or…?”
“I just… I like being restricted. Like… As much as possible. Being put in one position and forced to take it. Literally being unable to move, so I have to let the pleasure take me apart,” George explained. Despite not looking at Dream, he could feel the masked eyes boring into his profile, taking in each intricate detail of his face. The feeling only made him more nervous with anticipation. “I also…” He bit his lip for a moment, shutting his eyes as he tried to get the words out. “I like it to be really rough.” Out of the corner of his eye, once they’d opened again, he could just about see the devilish tilt of Dream’s head as he took in the older’s words. “But moments of soft torture are also nice…” George added, voice almost a mutter as he fiddled with his fingers.
“Okay. So, bondage is a yes. You like it rough but with some teasing gentle moments, right?” Dream asked, receiving a nod in confirmation. “How do you feel about impact play? Being spanked, or slapped, that kinda stuff.”
“I’d like to try it,” George confessed.
“Okay, cool. Any pet names you particularly like? Or ones you don’t?”
“I like most of them if I’m honest. Nothing, like, super feminizing though. Except… Except Princess… But no, like, baby girl or whatever. That just makes me uncomfortable,” George answered.
“So… Princess?” Dream said, testing the waters, taking note of how George’s cheeks became even more pink. “Sweetheart? Baby?” Dream made the motion of tucking George’s hair behind his ear, despite the hair not staying in place due to its length. “What about Angel?” he asked. George nodded.
“I like that,” he stated quietly.
“Okay. How about we do it like this, alright? We’ll use the traffic light system. You want things to fully stop, you say ‘red’. You want a break, a change, or things to slow down or ease up, you say ‘yellow’. If you’re more than okay and want it to continue then you say ‘green’. That sound good to you?”
“Red, stop. Yellow, slow. Green, yes. Got it.”
“We’ll try out a bunch of stuff and figure it out as we go, alright?” Dream used his hand to gently turn George’s face to face his own. “Is that okay?” he questioned. George swallowed, nodding quickly. “Words, Princess.” Instantly, George tried to avoid eye contact, biting his lip shortly before forcing out his response.
“Yes, Dream. That’s okay.”
“Good boy.” Dream lightly tapped the side of George’s face twice, earning an eye roll in return.
“Okay, so… How do we start this?” George asked. Dream stood up from the bed, placing his hands into his pockets as he strolled to observe the image of George sitting on soft sheets.
“Well.” He retracted his hands, placing them behind his back. “You could strip for me, get on all fours, and we can test your pain tolerance?” The way he offered it was so casual yet so commanding, and George would be lying if he said it didn’t already get his blood flowing in a certain direction.
“Strip… For you… Right now?”
“Mmhm.” Dream made no effort to move, instead standing there, staring George down with watchful eyes. George hesitantly stood up, breathing in deep as he pulled his t-shirt off in one swift movement. He balled the article up, tossing it onto the floor. Dream’s gaze trailed down to George’s torso, taking in smooth alabaster skin, slight imperfections scattered throughout, creating a constellation of humanity on the surface of his being. He was absolutely stunning. “Keep going,” Dream said, encouraging him to go further. George rolled his eyes again, reluctant to obey commands so easily. He knew that if he wanted the night to continue though, then he’d have to do as Dream said. At least at the start. He wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and held them in position for a moment. Perhaps part of him liked being watched so intensely. He pulled the material down, leaving black boxers on display, the beginnings of a bulge unable to hide itself from behind soft cotton. Dream’s eyes immediately latched onto the location as George began to slowly push down the remaining clothing item. He let them fall down and stepped out of the leg holes, kicking them to the side so he was on full display for Dream to drink up. The taller stepped towards him, eyeing him up as he lifted a hand to tilt George’s head up by his chin. “Hands and knees. On the bed. Now,” he softly commanded, immediately then stepping away to open a duffel bag he’d brought with him.
George did as told, climbing onto the bed and getting onto his hands and knees, fully vulnerable and on show. Just that fact alone, combined with the butterflies in his stomach as he awaited what would come next, had encouraged his body to fuel with more arousal and he’d hardly even been touched yet. He kept his head down, not wanting to face Dream who remained fully clothed, in a suit of all things. Soft footsteps inched closer to the bed, and a gentle hand caressed its way down George’s back until kneading his ass cheek in preparation for what was yet to come.
“So, here’s what we’re gonna do, okay?” Dream began. “I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to tell me on a scale of one to ten how much it hurts. You’re then going to tell me what range you like the most, and how high you’re willing to go. Understood?”
“Yeah,” George breathed out, pushing his torso further down as he moved into his elbows rather than his hands. Dream stepped closer.
“Ready?” he asked, an enthusiastic nod from the other quickly following.
George’s body jolted forward with a medium level slap to his bare skin and a gasp ripped from his throat.
“Number?” Dream asked.
“Like… A six, maybe? Or a five.”
“Thoughts? Opinions?”
“I… I like it. You can go harder though,” George answered. A soft sound of contemplation pushed itself from Dream’s throat as tension grew even thicker as silence filled the space between them. Then another harsh sting applied itself to George’s flesh as Dream’s hand made contact once more, this time much harder. Dream instantly ran a smooth hand over the site, soothing the sting into a more subdued artefact, and the sound that ripped itself from inside of George, a soft whimper filled with desperation and need, only fuelled him to repeat the action once getting confirmation that it was okay to do so.
George told him that it was more than okay to do so.
It turned out that George could take a lot when it came to pain, and when Dream teased him for being a little masochist, all he could do was flush bright pink to match the vibrant fuchsia of where Dream had been abusing. His mind swirled with want as every slap of pain that Dream elicited onto his skin reverberated throughout his body. He never knew how good it could feel to be burned by the continuous dull ache that had been left over once the heightened stinging dissipated.
When Dream switched over to using a paddle, it was as though George saw stars. Leather - that felt like it cost more than George could personally afford - swiftly hit against already reddening skin, and George had turned into a pliant mess, face down in the sheets with shut eyes and small whimpers escaping with every impact. His skin felt as though it were on fire, electricity and heat flowing across the land map of his body and scratching along the surface until he keened. It was perfect.
Dream’s fingertips danced delicately along George’s spine, pausing the sharp pains for soothing, yet ticklish, touches, tracing along imaginary lines so George’s back would twitch from the feather-light attention.
“You want me to tie you up?” Dream asked, voiced hushed yet firm. All George could do was nod, but that wouldn’t do. Not when Dream knew George liked rough treatment, that is. He yanked George’s head up by his hair, sweet moans dripping from a parted mouth like ecstasy. “Words,” Dream demanded.
“Yes… Yes, please, Dream.”
“There you go.” Dream released his grasp, allowing George’s head to drop back down, and the subtle feeling of weight shifting on the bed fuelled George’s heart with anticipation. “On your back,” Dream instructed. George complied instantly, trying to ignore the inevitable blush he sported, and, more importantly, trying to ignore how small he felt under Dream’s sultry gaze. It wasn’t like Dream was freakishly tall or anything, but fuck. The way he towered over him made it look as though he could destroy George. What’s worse is that he’d probably let him.
The sight of Dream on his knees, sitting tall over George’s lying body, was one that he’d gladly let live in his mind rent free. Red rope rested in Dream’s hands as he began to unravel it and George couldn’t peel his eyes away. The material looked soft. It looked expensive . George found his mind running away with questions and thoughts regarding how Dream even earned the money he had. It wasn’t like it mattered, but the more he thought about it, the more expensive the hotel actually looked. Just how much money did he have? The sound of Dream’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts though.
“You doing alright?” he asked, voice laced with nothing but sincerity and care.
“What? Yeah, sorry. Just… Thinking.”
“About what?” Dream continued unravelling the rope, keeping an eye on George to examine his facial expressions as he spoke.
“Money,” George admitted. Dream furrowed his brows.
“ That is an issue for the George of tomorrow,” Dream said, voice reassuring yet still resonating dominance. “All you need to worry about right now is looking pretty and taking me like the good boy you are. Alright?” It wasn’t what George had meant, but he appreciated the gesture of Dream trying to comfort him and remind him to live in the moment. He held back a smile, nodding in understanding and biting at the tip of his thumb subtly. “You still wanna continue?” Dream asked gently.
“More than anything.”
“Great. Arms out in front of you.” Plush red wrapped itself in neat coils around George’s wrists, binding them together strongly, all while Dream kept making direct eye contact with George, eyes piercing through the mask and complimenting the gold designs that decorated it. Once the rope had been secured, Dream got up from the bed and simply stood, watching George lying supine, trying his hardest not to squirm. Dream raked his eyes over George’s body, admiring the soft planes of skin on display just for him. Even his dick looked pristine and pretty. Delicate and ethereal like the rest of him. It was like God had created the perfect man for Dream to play with and he was finally blessed with the opportunity to do so. He wasn’t going to miss out on anything. He leaned over and grabbed at the rope binding George’s wrists and yanked, prompting the smaller to stand up.
Dream dragged him to the center of the floor, examining as he circled him like a predator hunting his prey. He stopped behind George and trailed his finger nails along George’s neck and the slopes of his shoulders, earning a soft shudder in response. “I have a game for you, George,” Dream said, voice soft and low in his ear. His fingers continued to flow down George’s arms before coming back up and slowly wrapping themselves around his throat, not pressing but simply resting there. George’s eyes fluttered shut and his head rolled back against Dream’s still-covered chest as he took in the sensations. “I want you to stand here. Take whatever I give you. And if you manage to stay still, stay quiet , then I’ll reward you. If not, then I’ll punish you. Understood?” If George could have gotten even harder, he would have. George instinctively nodded quickly, only to receive a tightening grasp around his throat before he corrected himself.
“Yes, Dream. Sir. Please.”
“Sir,” Dream chuckled out darkly. “Cute.” He released George, letting him stand fully on his own again. “You ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” George breathed out as he waited, paying close attention to the footsteps and shuffling from behind him as Dream moved around. A soft silky material suddenly pressed against his throat, where Dream’s hand had been before, making George jump and silently gasp. Dream’s tie lightly pressed against his throat, being held as a point of leverage and control. Dream didn’t intend to actually pull on it at all, or not harshly at least, too worried of actually hurting George, but the simple presence of the material should serve as a method to assert his dominance and a reminder as to who George was behaving for. The light delicate caress of fingertips returned to George’s back while the tie was gently held in place around him and George tried not to pay attention to just how hard his heart was beating and how intense the rise and fall of his chest appeared with each breath. The light devilish touch continued for an agonizingly long time, trailing along different areas of George’s back and sides, eliciting shivers and shudders all while George resisted the urge to let out even a soft whimper. Dream walked around, releasing the tie fully, letting it fall to the ground, and reached George’s front where the teasing continued. Light strokes along his bare chest, his neck, his stomach - which he learned was particularly sensitive - and then he got down on his knees and looked up at George with a perfect image of feigned innocence. The dark glint in his eye said everything that George needed to know. That he was about to enter heaven, yet feel like an absolute sinner while doing so. Dream continued his light touches, letting his fingertips glide down George’s hips, run their way across his thighs, and get closer and closer to where his dick rested, fully erect and ready to finally get some relief. He ran his nails along the shaft, watching as it twitched in response and then glancing up to catch George with his eyes shut tight and lip firmly bitten in between his teeth.
“Watch me,” Dream instructed, encouraging George to open his eyes, only to make him watch as Dream’s tongue flicked out and tentatively licked across George’s tip. The sight combined with the touch, still so teasing, yet providing some kind of release as he finally got the specific attention he desperately craved. He couldn’t help the shaky whine he let out.
He instantly regretted it once he had though.
Dream retracted himself fully away from George’s dick, leaving it to pulse desperately against George’s flesh as he stood up, his height towering over George once more.
“George…” Dream said, voice drawn out accusatorily.
“I didn’t- I didn’t mean- mean to. Please.”
“I gave you clear rules.”
“Dream, please,” George whined out. Dream gripped at George’s hair, yanking his head back again while he searched George’s face with his eyes.
“Color?” he asked gently.
“The greenest fucking green.” At that, Dream chuckled. How George managed to be both so fucking adorable and painstakingly hot was beyond him. He loved it though, that was for sure.
“Good.” He pushed George down by his shoulders, forcing him onto his knees to stare up with wide dark blown out eyes. “I call this a punishment, but knowing your needy self, you’ll probably enjoy it,” Dream said, running hands through George’s hair and getting fistfuls of it to gently grab onto as he spoke. “Since you can’t keep that mouth of yours shut, I guess I’ll just have to give it something else to do, right? Nod if you understand,” he instructed, receiving a firm nod in response. “Perfect. Now be a good boy and open up.” George hesitated, still having the immediate instinct to disobey, but he pushed it aside, letting his mouth fall open and tongue roll out as he gazed up innocently. Dream released George’s hair, reaching for his own belt instead, removing it with practiced ease and sliding it out in one swift motion. He undid his pants, just enough to help get his cock out which had swollen to it’s full size in the midst of their activities, and it finally got the chance to spring out and feel the cool air against its skin. George stared at it, tongue still out, but now with saliva beginning to drag its way down as his mind spun at the sheer size of what he saw.
Of course, it made sense that Dream, someone who was well over six feet and had a broader build, would have a big dick, but George still hadn’t been prepared to see it in its full glory. Dream gave a few short strokes to his dick as George watched and he observed as saliva began to roll off of his tongue and onto the floor. “Fuck,” Dream softly muttered at the sight. He held the belt in his two hands and dragged it to rest around the back of George’s neck, still holding onto it at the front on either side. He stepped closer. “Don’t let your mouth shut, alright?” He pulled the belt, thus forcing George’s head closer and as if on instinct, George’s tongue began to lap at Dream’ length, wetness coating it as the saliva that had collected got used as a lubing agent. Dream thrust slightly into the air, pushing his length to gain friction against George’s face and the tongue that continued to seek the taste of pre-cum and desperation. George wrapped his lips around Dream’s tip and sucked at the large intrusion, causing Dream to throw his head back briefly as a guttural moan escaped him. “Just tap my leg with your fingers if you need me to pull out, okay?” Dream softly stated, earning an attempt of a nod and sultry eyes glancing up as George didn’t stop his actions. George let his bound hands rest around the front of one of Dream’s legs, an indicator that he understood, and then resumed closing his eyes and trying to swallow around Dream’s cock. Dream gripped the ends of the belt harsher and began thrusting into George’s mouth as the belt kept him in place. He began slow, testing the waters, only pushing a small amount more into the confines of George’s mouth, but when George took it with seemingly no problem, he decided to push a little further.
George knew Dream was big, but he also knew that this was exactly the moment he’d been waiting for. He pushed himself down even further onto Dream’s dick, pushing as much of it as possibly down his throat in an attempt to take it all, but, despite the intense moan Dream let out, it was ultimately too much and George had to pull back slightly.
“Holy shit, George,” Dream practically whispered, gripping the belt even tighter. He sped up his movements, pushing himself into George’s mouth on repeat, relishing in how George took him with no complaints. Whenever George struggled and had to tap, letting Dream know to pull out so he could catch his breath, he only saw it as a challenge to push himself further and improve, taking even more the next time round. And if he saw Dream’s knees almost buckle at one point, then he’d never point it out, simply relishing in the fact that he could make someone feel that good simply by being used as he was. Dream picked up the pace, using George’s mouth a fuck toy, holding him in place against his dick for a few seconds, feeling as he gagged slightly, desperately wanting to cough, but it was only when the taps gave that he released and let George fully breathe again. Dream dropped the belt and gripped George by the hair, pulling him up and throwing him onto the bed, only to then grab his legs and yank him further down so his ass was just off of the surface. George panted, eyes watering from the activities prior, and he watched with forced patience as Dream stripped himself fully, suit garments getting discarded on the floor, leaving in nothing but the masquerade mask. He collected a bottle of lube from his duffle bag, forcing George’s legs wide open when he returned, gaze more piercing than ever. George raised his arms to rest above his head, elbows forced to be bent from where the rope kept his wrists held together, and that was when he heard the soft click. Followed by another. And then followed by a cool slick finger teasing his entrance and making his mouth drop open as quick pants escaped him.
His lower body twitched in Dream’s grasp as he craved more, eyes squeezing shut, and louder, more prominent, moans finally being released as Dream gently pushed his finger in and George smacked his hands above his head against the mattress in frustration, wanting, no, needing , more. He tried to grind his hips against Dream’s finger, only for Dream to retract and look at George with a cocky expression. He chuckled darkly.
“Come on now. You’ve waited so long. You can wait just a little bit longer.”
“Please,” was all that George could manage to get out before the intruding pressure returned, Dream’s finger fully burying itself inside of him again. George threw his head back, mouth agape.
“Think you can stay still for me, Princess?” Dream asked.
“I d… I don’t know,” George stammered out.
“Oh, I’m sure you can, come on.”
“I can try.”
“Good boy.” Dream sped up his finger, pulsing in and out rhythmically as George tried to stop himself from grinding in a search for even more. Small delicate whimpers rolled out from him and his toes clenched and unclenched on repeat as a means to control himself.
“Please, can I have more?” George asked, internally cringing at himself for even asking.
“You want more?”
“ Please , Dream.”
“Aw, what happened to Sir?” Dream asked.
“Please, Sir. I’ll do anything,” George said, voice still sounding breathless from how far gone he was. Dream had been joking about the whole ‘Sir’ thing, but it was cute seeing how desperate George was that he’d call him it just to please him.
“Oh, now don’t say things you don’t mean, Georgie,” Dream teased, slowing his fingers into a deliberate deep rolling motion, curving up and hitting just deep enough that George wanted to fucking scream from how good it felt. He hadn’t even found his prostate, but still managed to make him feel like he was coming apart at the seams. It was blissful torture.
“I mean it. I’ll do anything. Please .”
“Sit up.” Dream pulled his finger away, and the way that George desperately clambered to sit up was both absolutely hilarious and endearing as fuck. Dream climbed onto the bed, up on his knees, and clasped George’s face in his hands. He leaned closer, breath tangling with George’s own before he breathed out two words. “Kiss me.” George didn’t need to be told twice.
His arms immediately threw around Dream’s neck, pulling him closer as their lips connected and Dream helped move so George could sit in his lap, holding onto his back as the only thing keeping him from truly falling aside from the rope keeping his arms trapped around Dream’s neck. George tried to grind down into Dream’s lap, but his legs being practically wrapped around Dream’s waist made it difficult, causing his kissing motions to become more feverous instead, craving more and more in any way he could get it. Dream reached one of his hands to grab George’s jaw, moving it as he pleased in order to kiss down George’s neck and leave deep hues to remind him of their night together the next day.
Once his neck was satisfyingly covered in purple and vermillion claims of lust, Dream pulled his lips away, forcing George to look into his eyes as he parted his own legs slightly, creating a gap for his fingers to reach George’s waiting entrance again. He let go of George’s face, opting to trace his finger around the hole again, teasing just as before, only this time, he quickly moved it away and lubed up two of his fingers to push them inside instead. George’s wrists pulled against each other, not able to go anywhere, and the restriction only added to the experience coming from being trapped in this position with Dream slowly forcing two of his digits to stretch him open. He couldn’t do anything other than moan and pant at the feeling as Dream scissored his fingers inside of George to stretch him even more. The two maintained their eye contact as the actions ensued, dark obsidian meeting a swirling combination of hazel and viridian, surrounded by a midnight sky and golden décor that spoke of entanglement and possession.
George attempted to roll his hips, but with each push of Dream’s fingers, his mind practically blanked and his body would freeze in place, overwhelmed with the feeling and unable to focus on moving. Their mouths both lay agape, gasping into each other as George tried to hold back his sounds, ultimately failing as whines slipped out each time. His eyes squeezed shut and his body shook as he craved more from the taller man.
“Please. More. More, please.” George’s words came out as rushed desperate whispers, while Dream’s response came out as a cocky comment with a smirk to match.
“You want more?”
“Yes- fuck- please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, oh my fucking God. Please , Dream.” He continued his attempts to gain more friction from the fingers inside him which only made it even more disappointing when said fingers retracted fully. “No, no, Dream- Dream, please,” he whined, body shivering and shuddering in place. Dream stroked a palm over George’s cheek before maneuvering it to push hair from his flushed face.
“You okay?” he asked softly. “You’re shaking.”
“I know, I know, it’s just…” George knew he sounded slightly ridiculous, already panting like he’d just recovered from almost drowning. “Feels so good,” he whined out, letting his head fall against Dream’s chest.
“You’re cute,” Dream gently commented, petting George’s hair in an attempt to soothe him. “You wanna continue?”
“Yes, oh my God, please.” George felt the soft pressure of Dream kissing his head through the mass of brown hair on top, and wanted to melt into the touch but he couldn’t relax as his body felt the instinctual temptation to rut against Dream in order to feel something on his dick. Dream chuckled softly into George’s hair.
“Lay on your back, sweetheart,” Dream whispered, receiving a quick nod followed by immediate movement to comply.
George laid on his back, placing his wrists above his head while Dream slowly unbuttoned his waistcoat. His eyes remained trained on George and the tiny jolts of movement that his pelvis would make as he seeked out more contact, only to be met with the air.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Dream commented.
“Hurry the fuck up,” George spat out, voice still sounding wrecked.
“Demanding too.” The waistcoat got discarded on the floor and shortly would be met by the white shirt and black pants that made up the rest of Dream’s outfit. His boxers finally got removed all the way, and while George had already seen it once that night, the sight of Dream’s dick being surrounded by nothing else but skin still managed to elicit some kind of desperate response in him, a soft whimper forcing itself out of his throat. “Open your legs,” Dream instructed, kneeling onto the bed and getting closer. George did as told, legs parting like the red sea and leaving everything on display for Dream once again. “Tell me what you want,” Dream said.
“I want you .”
“I’m right here.” Dream ran his hands up and down George’s legs, never travelling any higher purely to aggravate the submissive.
“You know what I mean,” George whined begrudgingly.
“Mm, I’m not sure I do.”
“Yes, you fucking do, Dream. Hurry up .”
“So, this is when the brat side comes out, I see,” Dream commented, hands stilling.
“Ugh shut the fuck up and get on with it .”
“Get on with what, George?”
“Just fuck me already.” George slammed his fists against the mattress a few times and although he couldn’t see it, Dream still raised an eyebrow in response.
“Talk to me like that and I won’t fuck you at all,” he stated.
“Bullshit. You’re as turned on as I am.”
“I don’t need to fuck you to get off, George.” Dream moved himself closer, pressing his hands against George’s arms to keep them pinned in place as he hovered over his lips tantalizingly. “I can simply use your mouth again, just as I did before. I can leave you here high and dry while I cum all over your tongue and hold your mouth shut so you have no choice but to swallow it. So if you want me to fuck you- for me to let you cum - then you better fucking ask nicely. Understood?”
George almost came on the spot from that alone.
But still. He’d bite.
He nodded his head quickly.
“Yes, Sir,” he answered.
“Color?”
“Green. Just really want you to fuck me,” George admitted. At that Dream smiled, stroking a thumb across lips which parted delicately for him.
“Ask me nicely then,” Dream whispered in a taunt. George closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle caress of Dream’s thumb dragging across his lip.
“Dream… Can you please fuck me? I don’t think I can take a second longer without your dick inside of me,” he confessed, voice soft and gentle, his breath hitting Dream’s hand as he spoke.
“Of course, Princess,” Dream responded. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you see stars. Sound good?”
“So good,” George whispered out immediately. Dream pulled away entirely, returning moments later with a condom in hand which George watched far too intensely as Dream rolled it onto his length and coated it in additional lube. When Dream edged closer again, he grabbed George’s legs, hitching them over his shoulders as he pressed forwards, using his hand to wipe any left over lube around George’s entrance and guide his dick to line up with it perfectly. George let out a whine at the mere presence of the tip resting against him, and when Dream began pushing in, his mouth parted and his breathing sped up exponentially. The stretch was ever so slightly more than he was anticipating, making it the perfect size to drive him fucking wild as Dream pushed himself further and further into him until he reached as far as he could and George repeatedly opened and closed his fists above his head, not knowing how to control himself under the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through his veins at that very moment. His body spasmed on Dream’s cock, desperately both trying to get more and pull away at the same time, overwhelmed yet seeking a repeat of the motion. Dream paused, resting a hand on George’s abdomen.
“You alright?” he asked with caution. George nodded quickly with a smile as a chuckle left his lips.
“You’re big,” he whispered, mildly embarrassed at his own words.
“I’ll go slow,” Dream responded. And go slow, he did. He dragged himself out of George tantalizingly slow, up until only his tip remained left inside, and soaked up every small whine George let out. Then he pushed back in, just as gradually, and mimicked George’s parted lips with his own as though to mock the pleasure he couldn’t hide. George couldn’t stop the small jolts his body would give, body overwhelmed by just how good everything felt, and his eyebrows remained practically fixed in a desperate furrow as his lips parted to let sweet whimpers, gasps, and moans out into the world. With each drag out, high pitched whines would escape a tight throat, and with each push in, a guttural yelp of pleasure would rip itself from his lungs, soaking into the walls and furniture that surrounded them.
As the movements became easier, they sped up, Dream straightening himself up to rest solely on his knees as he held George’s legs apart and in place. Although George couldn’t see how Dream’s cock slid in and out of him, he guessed the view was good judging from the way Dream’s eyes couldn’t look away from the sight. Eyelashes coated the emerald pools he’d been so thankful to see, gaze cast down at where thick desperate flesh craved a warm enclosure to bury itself into. When the eyelashes kissed fair skin in a blink before shifting the line of sight they had kept hidden, George felt his breath get ripped apart from him, caught under the watchful stare of desire and strength. Dream became fully focused on George’s face. Each twitch, each gasp, each subtle flutter of his eyes as they rolled back briefly when Dream hit just deep enough at just the right angle; he drank them all up, bathing in the beautiful sight of the man below him. George had already become so wrecked, hair a mess and cheeks flushed pink.
It was adorable.
And when George arched his back, head reaching back to show alabaster neck?
Then it was downright sinful.
George whined, eyes squinting shut as he complained at the removal of Dream’s dick from within him, his legs falling down onto the bed as Dream released them. Dream simply watched George’s antics from above, brushing hair back with his hand as he caught breath that George didn’t even realize had been lost.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dream said, eyes latching themselves onto the quivering body before him. George simply breathed heavily in response, trying to calm himself down before he got too worked up and had to stop. “You’re so shaky,” Dream commented.
“I know,” George breathed out. “I don’t know why,” he added with a chuckle, immediately following it with an ever so subtle ‘fuck’ .
“Sit up.” Dream sat himself onto the bed, patting near him, and waited for George to lift himself up - albeit with slight struggle from where his wrists were bound. George sat, looking up at the blonde, patient but waiting. “Come here,” Dream said, instantly raising a hand to George’s cheek and pulling him into a soft kiss. “I’m gonna untie you now, okay?” he whispered, earning a nod in response.
It wasn’t as though the rope hurt, but the release still caused a rush of relaxation and relief to wash over George, and as soon as his arms were free, they were instantly thrown around Dream’s neck to bring him in even closer. He shifted his body to sit in Dream’s lap, hips hurting ever so slightly from where they spread across Dream’s thighs, flesh against flesh once more.
“Why’d you stop?” George whispered, grinding his hips despite the act not really causing any gain.
“Honestly? Because if I didn’t I wasn’t gonna last much longer,” Dream admitted. “And I’m not done with you yet.” He pushed George off of him and onto his back, swiftly flipping him over as he made contact with the bed. Face down, ass up. Perfect . George rested his head to the side, cheek firmly pressed against the sheets as he felt Dream’s large hand lift his hips up and gently caress against his buttox, cradling it as though it were sacred. His cheeks got pulled apart slightly to reveal his dark hole hidden between and Dream watched tentatively as it pulsed in search for pressure to return.
What George didn’t expect was for soft wet warmth to greet the space between his cheeks. Dream kept a hand on himself, keeping his dick hard while he licked at George’s entrance, tasting ever so slight hints of latex and lube coating the skin. When he pushed his tongue into the tight muscle, pushing it apart with the force, George practically pushed his ass closer to Dream’s face, clearly seeking more. All that did was earn him retraction of such contact and a harsh spank slapped across the space instead. George would have complained if it weren’t for Dream’s dick instantly re-entering him and stretching him wide again. This time Dream wasted no time fucking into the smaller man, fast rapid thrusts hitting deep and visceral inside of George. Dream’s hands held George’s hips in place, keeping his lower body trapped in one position as Dream fucked into him harshly. Thank fuck they were at a hotel, otherwise Dream’s roommate would have cussed him out for the sounds George was making right now. Desperate exclamations of ‘ fuck ’ and ‘ please ’ were all that seemed to come out of George aside from the quick high pitched breaths laced between deep cries of lust and need.
“Have you ever cum untouched?” Dream asked.
“N-No,” George stuttered out between breaths.
“Do you wanna try?”
“Yea-Yeah, I ca… Fuck. I can try.”
“Good boy.” Dream stroked his thumbs in soothing circles over George’s hips, contrasting where his own hips slammed against him on repeat as he thrusted harshly into him. “Let me know if you feel close, okay?” Dream instructed, still continuing his relentless pace. George moaned out his confirmation, words too much for him to even attempt at that moment. He kept taking and taking, cheek and chest flushed against sheets that were slowly getting dirtied up by the two of them, and he focused as strongly as he could on the feeling of Dream’s cock repeatedly filling him up. It was as though Dream’s dick was the perfect size, big enough that each thrust felt just as incredible as the first, but not too big that it simply hurt. If he had to choose one person to fuck for the rest of his life, he was sure he had his answer.
The ebb and flow of pleasure and removal drove him insane, George’s eyes rolling back with a flutter as his dick pulsed from where it lay dormant against his stomach, pre-cum collecting on the tip. His body rocked with each motion and his hands gripped into the sheets as his mouth parted. The only sounds he could get out were loud moans and a mantra of the word ‘close’. Dream’s grasp on him tightened as somehow the thrusts became even harsher and more desperate, while George had to simply lay there and take what he was given. Loud cries turned into desperate whimpers as George’s release boiled at the surface, so close to spilling over but not quite reaching that point.
“I’m so fucking close, please ,” George whimpered out.
“Come on, you can do it.” One of Dream’s hands stroked down George’s back mindlessly. “Just relax into it. Let it take over.” As he spoke, Dream could feel his own climax rearing its head around the corner, turning his gentle caress into a grip on pale flesh as he clasped at George’s back, trying to hold back his own release while not letting it get too far away. “Fuck. I’m close too,” Dream muttered out.
“I can’t,” George whimpered on repeat. He’d been held over the edge of a cliff that led into a world of bliss, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t tip over that edge fully. It started to become too much. “Please, Dream. I- I can’t.” He wasn’t crying, but his voice sounded strained and his face remained contorted, overwhelmed with the constant pleasure of being so almost complete.
“Okay, okay, baby,” Dream whispered, wrapping a hand around George’s torso and lifting his pliant upper body to rest against his own. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he reassured, letting George’s head fall back against his chest. He shifted his arm lower, wrapping a hand around George’s cock, sliding his thumb across the tip and pushing the pre-cum around to lubricate the area. George’s body shuddered at the touch, back trying to arch with each jolt actioned against Dream’s body. Dream’s thrusts still continued, this time digging differently into George’s body, more localized warmth swallowing him whole.
“Dream… Dream, holy shit.”
“I know, baby. I know.” Dream sped up his hand to match the speed of his thrusts, both sides attacking George with feelings too good to fathom.
Just when George thought he couldn’t take it anymore, he fell off the edge into a soft meadow of ecstasy and relief, voice rendered speechless as he spilled into Dream’s hand and shivered against the warm body surrounding him. Dream kissed his neck lightly, soothing him and keeping him close as his actions slowed to a halt. “Better?” Dream whispered. George could only nod, words nowhere to be found as he panted heavily with closed eyes. Dream pulled himself out of George, letting the smaller continue to rest against him. “Can I finish with you like this?” he asked gently, another soft kiss being planted, this time on George’s shoulder. George nodded again. “Okay.” Another gentle peck of his lips and Dream removed the condom from himself, placing it to the side before he wrapped his hand around himself and jacked himself off, all the while staring at George’s fucked out expression and stealing sloppy worn out kisses from malleable lips. George allowed himself to simply rest against the taller man’s chest, nuzzling into him whenever his lips weren’t in commission. Only when Dream came with a soft groan into his ear, and warmth spraying across some of George’s back, did he make another sound. A soft hum of approval came out in a gentle whimper, his hand reaching up to stroke through Dream’s hair as the two panted within the same space as each other. “God, you’re hot,” Dream whispered, earning a light chuckle in response. “I’m gonna go get a towel.” The heat of Dream’s body left but the warmth of his cum remained in trails across George’s back, preventing him from laying down, much to his displeasure.
Dream returned, deep blue towel in hand, and began gently cleaning George’s body with it. From his own cum, to George’s, to the lube remnants on his skin, he wiped at it with such tenderness and care that George couldn’t help but feel loved and taken care of in that moment. He assumed that Dream cleaned himself up too in the process but he didn’t get to see, allowing himself to be tucked into bed by Dream instead and cozying into the sheets with resting eyes. Weight shifted beside him before warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him close.
“You wanting to stay the night?” Dream asked softly, words hitting brunette hair below him.
“Yes, please,” George murmured in response.
“Okay.” Dream kissed into his hair, noting how George’s head rose and fell with the breathing of his chest. It was strangely saccharine despite the anonymity of himself in the way.
Dream waited until he was sure George had fallen asleep, admiring soft features before reaching up with a cautious hand to his own. He undid the masquerade mask, removing it quietly and carefully, and placed it beside him to be put back on in the morning. With a deep sigh he snuggled in close to where the smaller had tucked himself up against Dream’s body. He breathed in deep hints of cinnamon and sleep, before slowly succumbing to the same fate as George - a blissful state of calm and comfort while they lay in each other’s arms.
If George woke up in the middle of the night and accidentally saw sharp yet smooth features hidden within the darkness, then Dream didn’t need to know. But perhaps one day it wouldn’t matter if they kept meeting, slowly becoming more comfortable with one another.
George sincerely hoped that’d be the case.
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