Dream had specifically asked for the booth right at the back of the dimly lit restaurant, far away from prying eyes. Seats with their backs to the rest of the customers to ensure as much privacy as one might get in public.
He’d done this on purpose; at first it was out of respect for George. The brunette was unsure about public display of affection so the mere premise of doing something like this in public shook him to the core. But after Dream saw what he was wearing, he knew that the secluded area was more of a courtesy for the other customers. They definitely would be disturbed if they so much as looked over to the couple and saw the sexual prowess of both of them.
“See something you like?” George asked his boyfriend, who was staring at his sensuous thighs peeking out underneath his pastel green dress, the thigh matching garter squeezing the flesh around it. He bit his lip, looking up at Dream's dazed face, but he knew that what Dream wanted was hidden underneath the dress, not what he could see.
“As beautiful as you look right now, all I want to do is rip that fucking dress off and devour you.” Dream growled in response, the restaurant fading into the background as if it were an all surrounding television and George was the only real thing he’d seen all day.
“You’re the one who made me wear this dress… And what’s underneath.” George whispered the last part, ever so slightly lifting up the hem of the dress to tease the fringe of his blue lace panties.
Earlier that day, the two love birds had gone out for a nice lunch at the mall, when George spotted a shop which sparked his interest, and dragged Dream over to check it out- not realising George was taking him towards a sex shop. In the end, George got his way, like the brat he is, by having Dream spend money on some new lingerie and a couple of toys they could incorporate into their sex lives. George, obviously, thanked him by putting a little show on for him once they got back to his apartment, modeling his new purchases as he grinded his gorgeously tempting ass on Dream.
“You’re killing me, George.” He layed an innocent hand on George’s thigh and softly rubbed it up and down, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. Dream turned to read the menu, keeping his hand on his possession, and, like George, he was having a hard time actually reading the words due to the lighting.
But the lack of visibility was perfect for what they had planned to do. He knew George would feel more comfortable sitting in the dark tucked away at the back of the room rather than out in the open where anybody could see them.
Especially with the vibrating buttplug stuffed up his ass.
“I’m killing you?” George scoffed, shifting around trying to get himself comfortable, “I don’t see you with your ass stuffed full and someone else in control of it.”
“If you behave, you’ll have more than just a butt plug up your ass later.” Dream muttered, loud enough for George to hear, but he said nothing. He was uncomfortable enough being out in public with his hole being stimulated every time he moved, but it would be worse for him to misbehave. Particularly when Dream had the control for the vibrator on him, and could turn it on any minute.
This whole ordeal was new to George. Him and Dream had only been together for a few months, and were still exploring their sexual desires but Dream had suggested today, after he was conned into buying the neon green butt plug for George, that it would only be fair for him to wear his new toy out in public. They both seemed into it, but George was starting to get slightly uncomfortable.
“Dream, I'm not sure about this.” He whispered, looking around the restaurant scanning the other customers wearily. Nobody was taking any notice of them at all. It was as if they were the only two people in the world. But that didn’t ease George. Any sound he made could potentially be heard by somebody, and even though that thought excited George, it also made him want to get up and leave.
“Hey, you’re alright. You can use the safeword any time, don’t forget that.” Dream assured, squeezing George’s thigh once more, but this time gently, and to comfort George. He definitely didn’t want to scare George away, especially since they had only just started. And Dream wanted to have his way with George before the end of the night. Besides, neither of them wanted to make the other uncomfortable, but exploring kinks was going to be awkward and uncomfortable regardless, they were both just lucky that they had a lot in common, sexually and otherwise. And that they were happy to do this together.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No I’m fine, just scared somebody will see us, that’s all.” A blush spread across his cheeks at the thought of somebody looking over and seeing George in a wreck, trying to conceal his moans as Dream turned the vibrator up and up. He was sure he’d be cumming himself before the end of the night, “I’m just pretending that it’s just us, alone. At home.”
“You can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself. Just thinking about making a scene when you cum in your pretty little panties.” Dream leant forwards, whispering in George’s ear as he gently turned on the vibrator. Not too much to completely stimulate George, but enough to earn a little squeak out of him, “You look so pretty like this. I’m going to ruin you by the end of the night.”
George rolled his eyes to the back of his head at Dream’s words, his low voice scratching something inside of him. He never thought that he could get hard just from some words, but Dream did something to him. He made him melt with his voice, his brain going to mush.
“What’s the matter baby? You’ve gone all quiet.” He teased, biting George’s ear and turning up the vibrator a little more. George let out a breathless moan, leaning forwards into the table, squeaking lightly at the stimulation. Where the fuck was the waiter when you needed one!
“That was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard, fuck.” Dream breathed, a small growl in his words as George writhed from the low vibrations rubbing against his prostate.
George looked down at Dream’s trousers, noticing the obvious tent appearing. Some part of him wanted to help him, to lean down right there and take him in his mouth, sucking him to his finish in front of the whole restaurant. But George was being tortured, and so should Dream. It was only fair.
“You look like you need some help, sir.” George placed his hand over Dream’s clothed crotch as he slowly came down from the pleasure, palming his boyfriend as he breathed out a sigh.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t do that.” He replied, placing his own hand on George’s in a pathetic attempt to stop him. But George only kept going, placing more pressure on Dream’s cock, causing precum to leak through the fabric. George had half a mind to lean down and lick it.
“It’s fun, though.” He giggled, tempted to slip his hand into Dream’s trousers, but before it could progress further, the waiter finally came to take their order, oblivious to the two men pining over each other, and taking no notice of George’s hand continuing to rub Dream.
However, he did notice George. Taking him in as he stood at the small booth, looking George up and down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth once he noticed the dress and the garter that he had on.
“Hey, what can I get for you?” Dream might just be over thinking, but he could’ve sworn that the waiter winked at George.
George giggled, tucking his hair behind his ear with his free hand before telling the waiter what he wanted.
Was he flirting with the waiter? Dream felt like he was losing his mind. George literally had his hand groping Dream’s cock, but he was flirting with someone else! Fucking unbelievable.
“And for you, sir?” The waiter directed the question at Dream, who had a scowl etched across his face. He wasn’t sure who he should direct his frustration at. The waiter who is so obviously flirting with his boyfriend, or his boyfriend who’s flirting back!
After they had ordered and the waiter left, Dream pulled out the controller for the vibrator and turned it full volume, then immediately back down again, enough to cause some stimulation to George, just to shock him.
George let out a moan loud enough to turn a few heads in the restaurant, “what the fuck was that?” He spat, glaring at Dream, his eyebrows furrowed and his face bright red as he bit his lip in pleasure and excitement from the eyes looking at him.
Public humiliation. Interesting, Dream thought.
“Me? Fucking flirting with the waiter while you have your hand on my cock? Not a good fucking move.” Dream growled.
“Dream, Please that was not flirting.” George sat up straight, pulling his hand off of Dream and crossing his arms in a strop, avoiding eye contact with his boyfriend. Dream scoffed and grabbed George’s chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
“Do I need to remind you who owns you, princess?” To prove a point, he slid the vibrator up another notch, making George’s eyes flutter, teeth gripping down onto his lip to stifle a moan and clenching his legs together to gain some friction on his dick.
“Fuck, sir please. Turn it down.” George whispered, closing his eyes as he leant his head back against the booth. But the vibrations only increased.
“How fun do you think teasing and flirting is now?” Dream retorted, not backing down to George’s pleads. If George really wanted it turned down, he knew his safe word. Dream had made sure of that profusely before the vibrator was even mentioned.
“Sir please, stop. Please, I beg you.” He cried, eyes watering as his sensitive prostate was attacked by the vibrations even more. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Dream bit his lip, getting more turned on by the brunette crying in front of him.
“Oh, you beg me? After that little stunt, you’re not getting off that easily.” He tutted, rolling his eyes with fake annoyance.
To be honest, Dream definitely was overreacting, but it was fun. For both of them. George was loving this dominant side of his typically lovely, soft Dream. It was a nice change that George could get used to. “Look what you do to me, Princess.” Dream muttered, spreading his legs as he grabbed George’s brown hair, forcing him to look down at the mess appearing on the front of his trousers.
“Stop being so fucking jealous, Dream.” George spat, still eyeing up the tent in his boyfriend's trousers even when he let go of his hair. The urge to lean down and suck Dream off in public was too great, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
“I’m not jealous, it’s just that you’re mine… and I don't like sharing.”
George’s cock jerked beneath his dress at Dream’s words. He wanted to be Dream’s property, he wanted to be owned.
“Besides, that was a pretty noise you let out for me earlier, letting everyone know you’re mine.”
A blush coated George’s face. He knew people were looking, he just didn’t want to admit how much it aroused him. The idea of people watching him become a moaning wreck under Dream’s touch exited him, a little too much.
“When that waiter comes back, I don’t want you to even look at him, got it, princess?” Dream spat, turning up the vibrator even more as if to prove to George who owns him.
“Fuck, yes ok. Please Dream, stop.” George moaned, tilting his head back as the vibrations got louder.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” He growled, reaching down to grasp George’s cock beneath his dress.
“Fuck, Dream.” He yelped, his moans getting louder and louder despites his best efforts to keep quiet.
“Yeah? Do you like that, princess?” He softly rubbed Georges cock through the fabric, making him grab onto Dream’s arm in a pathetic attempt to stop him from torturing him any further, leaning down to bite Dream’s forearm.
“Dream, Please. I promise I'll be good.” He cried, a few more tears leaking from his blue eyes, blurring his vision.
The vibrations slowly came to a stop, but Dream kept a firm grasp on his cock, “God I love it when you moan my name.”
George squeezed his eyes shut in both plain and pleasure. He couldn’t believe how close to cumming he was. The torture combined with Dream’s words and the fact that they were in public overstimulated him. He would’ve never guessed that being sexual in public was something he’d be into.
“I think we’ve found a new kink.” George whispered, gaining his breath back and leaning his head against the back of the booth, eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed them dry.
Dream softly moved his hand to George’s thigh, making his eyes shoot up and sit up in a jolt, slightly afraid that Dream would turn the vibrator on once more.
“Hey, relax,” Dream chuckled, rubbing George’s leg gently, comfortingly, “Our food is here.” He nudged his head in the direction of the waiter who was carrying two plates in his hand.
George kept his head down, his brunette hair falling over his eyes. As fun as it was to rile Dream up, he didn’t actually feel like cumming himself in public, no matter how appealing that sounded.
The waiter attempted to gain George’s attention, but one look from Dream and they were alone again.
They remained silent while they ate, George was still trying to process what had just happened. He had never seen that side of Dream before. He was typically quiet and secluded. What the fuck came over him?
“You alright, baby?” Dream asked George, a concerned look appeared on his face.
To be honest, Dream wasn’t even sure what happened. It was like a switch flipped inside his brain. The second he saw George writhing around on the butt plug in his lace panties he couldn’t control it. All Dream knew was that George was cumming tonight, whether on his cock or not.
“Yeah. Just… trying to process what the fuck just happened.” George muttered in reply, eating a mouthful of food as Dream replied.
“I wasn’t too hard on you, was I? I didn’t know whether I should’ve stopped or if you liked it, and I was worried those were tears of pain and-”
George leant forward, capturing Dream’s lips on his own in an attempt to stop his rambling. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing George’s tongue to slip inside. He could feel the soft tickle of Dream’s breath beneath his nose, fingers inching up to pull through Dream’s blonde tangled hair.
George let out a little breathy moan as he pulled away from Dream, leaning his forehead against the other’s, hands still tangled in his hair.
“Don’t doubt yourself, baby. It was perfect.” He whispered, leaning in for a final peck before pulling apart and eating his food again.
“You’re enjoying yourself? Those are good tears? I’m not doing anything wrong?” Dream worried. He hadn’t even touched his food yet, agonizing himself with George’s mentality, rather than his own.
“Dream, I'm loving every minute. Those tears are amazingly good tears, I promise. And you have done nothing wrong.” He reassured. The idea of Dream doubting himself made George’s stomach sink. He was nothing but good to George, both sexually and in general.
“Okay good. Because as sadistic as it sounds, you crying turned me on more than I'd like to admit.” Dream chuckeled, a blush lighting up his cheeks as he started to eat his food, feeling slightly better.
George laughed and nudged his side playfully, feeling content now that Dream seemed back to his normal self. “Dream, I trust you more than anyone else. Don’t hold back.” George took another mouthful of food, shying away at his own words. He never normally spoke so boldly about sexual things, but with Dream he felt confident.
In response, Dream slowly turned the vibrator up a little bit. At first, George could barely notice, continuing to eat his meal, but as the power got higher, he started shifting in his seat, grinding down onto the vibrator to gain some satisfaction.
“Dream, holy shit.” He breathed, bracing his arms against the table, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He couldn’t eat his food, to distracted by the vibrations shooting through his prostate, pleasuring him even more than a few minutes ago.
“Is this okay?” Dream checked. Despite George saying to not hold back, he still wanted to make sure he wasn’t pushing any boundaries. Especially since this was their first time exploring public sex. And being turned on by George crying was both new to him, and incredibly scary.
“Fuck yes. Oh my god!” He quietly moaned, urging Dream to turn the power up more. “Please don’t stop, I'm getting close.” He begged.
Dream smirked. As much as he wanted to let George cum, teasing and torturing him seemed a lot more fun, and he wanted his boyfriend to cum on his cock later instead. Plus, seeing George in this state made his cock painfully hard against his trousers.
“I want nothing more than to fuck you right now.” He muttered, playing around with the controls, variating the power and speed.
George moaned out at the simulation, his cock painfully straining against his lace panties. He wanted nothing more than to cum right now, to make a mess in his nice new lingerie, to cum all over the booth and the table. The constant edging wasn’t helping his case whatsoever.
“Don’t cum yet.” Dream whispered, eating the final bites of his food. He double checked around the restaurant to make sure nobody was watching.
For a moment, he thought they were in the clear, but his eyes suddenly locked onto the waiter from earlier. His mouth was slightly ajar, wide eyes in surprise. Dream smirked at him, before leaning in to whisper to George, “You can get louder, can’t you?” Teasing the waiter seemed almost as fun as torturing George, showing the man what he was missing.
To make a point, Dream put his hand on George’s clothed cock, rubbing it gently, still making eye contact with the waiter as George’s moans slightly got louder and louder. “Good boy, let them hear you.”
“Dream please, I can’t hold it. Please, I need to cum.” He begged, squirming, shifting his hips up into Dream’s hand in a pathetic attempt to gain some friction, tears leaking out of his eyes. Dream’s cock seeped with precum at George crying, the sight stirring something up inside of him. Just the spectacle made him almost cum.
“Tell me how much you like it, princess.” He breathed into George’s ear, the hot air tickling his ear.
“So much, feels so fucking good. Please.”
Dream was almost convinced to let George cum, but then he noticed the waiter and the slight tent in his pants and immediately turned the vibrator off. There was no way he was letting another man get hard over his boyfriend, let alone give him the pleasure of seeing the boy come undone so beautifully.
George growled in frustration. The tears became more frequent, his cheeks becoming stained with salty water. Dream loved the view, the fact that he was the one causing George to cry both turned him on. However a small part in his brain couldn’t stop worrying. As much as he loved the state of him crying, he couldn’t stop the anxiety that bubbled up, afraid that he was pushing George too hard, despite George saying not to agonize over this.
But the tears kept coming, and George actually looked in pain. Dream’s heart started beating in his chest. His stomach sunk as he came to the realization that he was causing George tears and pain. He didn’t notice that during what just happened, as though something in Dream’s mind flicked, losing himself in the moment and all rational thoughts leaving his brain.
George whimpered, and burried his head in Dream’s shoulder. “Please,” He quietly whispered, while feeling himself grow closer and closer. Dream tutted, voicing fake sympathy as he grabbed George’s chin, forcing him to make eye contact. “Look at me when you beg, makes you look so pretty,” he whispered in the brunette’s ear, face quickly falling when he saw George’s tears only got worse. They kept coming and coming, and George looked like he was in pain. The built up frustration becoming too much. His stomach sunk as he came to the realization that he was causing George tears and pain. He hadn’t noticed the distress during their whole scene, as though something in Dream’s mind flicked, losing himself in the moment and all rational thoughts leaving his brain.
George whined as the vibrator’s power turned down, coming to a stop. “What the fuck Dream, please.” He pouted, and grinded himself down onto the vibrator, crying even more at the orgasm denial. “I was so close, what the fuck is wrong with you!” He complained, acting like a brat.
But when Dream didn’t answer, George finally opened his tear soaked eyes, looking at his boyfriend with concern over his face. The blonde appeared distressed, wringing his clammy hands together. George placed his own hand over Dream’s bigger ones, attempting to make eye contact.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Asked George, stroking his thumb soothingly over Dreams palm. “Sorry if i went too far, it just felt so good. You’re amazing, baby. You make me feel amazing.” He reassured. The last thing he wanted to do was make Dream doubt himself.
“Sorry I just… I think seeing you crying scared me. I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at George. His mind was conflicted. He wouldn’t want to hurt George at all, that was the last thing he ever wanted to do. But at the same time, his mind went absent everytime he saw George crying, the tears setting off something inside of him. His brain was going a million miles per hour, wondering if he stopped because he was concerned about George, or concerned about himself. Anxiety bubbled up, scared to completely let himself go, indulge himself in these new and exciting feelings. Something in him knew that once he completely flipped the switch, there’d be no going back.
“Dream, baby. I’ve said this already. I fucking love this. So, so much. It’s perfect, you’re perfect.” George placed a hand in the blonde's hair, soothingly and Dream closed his eyes at the contact.
“I think I'm just too in my head. I completely lose myself when I see you like this, and I'm scared I'll go too far.” He muttered, leaning his forehead onto George, needing to feel his touch, his warmth. The comfort of George's words and touch helped him come to his senses.
“I’ll safeword if it does get too much. You can safeword, too, you know? Your feelings are valid in this relationship. I trust you so much, Dream.” George leant forward to kiss Dream softly, lovingly, “You mean a lot to me, please trust me too.” He muttered into the kiss.
“You mean a lot to me, too. Thank you for trusting me.” He kissed George back, applying a bit more force. He could taste their shared breath, feel the thud of their combined heartbeat. The smell of Georges cologne was intoxicating, dizzying, butterflies danced in his stomach at the feeling. But warmth consumed him as he leaned into the kiss, George’s lips impossibly soft against his own.
They pulled apart, catching their breath as they looked at each other.
“You’re good to me, you know. Really good.” Dream whispered. A blush coated George’s cheeks as he pecked Dream on the lips once more before leaning back against the booth. “I still want to continue if you do?” George questioned softly, not wanting to push Dream to do anything he didn’t want to.
“God, fuck yes I really do too. Have you felt how hard I am? You do something to me, George.” He replied, pecking George on the lips once more before sitting up straight. “How about we hold off until we get to the car? Is that alright, princess?” He suggested, earning a small whine from George in annoyance.
“Okay, but we are skipping dessert.” He stated in reply. Although, as they finished eating, George couldn’t help but feel bad. He didn’t realize Dream would be this… vulnerable. He cared for Dream, and seeing him distressed brought him to feel guilty. “Only as long as you feel okay for that, I don’t want you pushing yourself.”
“Princess, please. I’ve been watching you fuck yourself onto that plug all night wishing it was my cock.” He stated matter of factly, earning a shy giggle from George.
“Ok let’s hurry up then because i’m so fucking desperate and if you dont fuck me soon i’ll go back to that waiter-”
Dream cut George off with turning the vibrator up, anger visible on his face, “You dare fucking finish that sentence and you’re not cumming for a week. Do I make myself clear, princess?” He threatened, turning the vibrator up to almost full. George yelped at the over stimulation, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He could feel himself close to cumming, the knot in his stomach getting bigger and bigger. But as much as he wanted to cum right now, Dream’s cock sounded far more appealing.
“Fuck, Yes sir yes. I-I understand.. Oh my god.” He moaned. Dream felt satisfied, turning the vibrator off and calling the waiter over for the bill.
“No fucking funny business, brat.” He muttered to a slumped back George, still trying to gain his breath with a dazed smile on his face. Despite not being allowed to cum, this was the most pleasure he’s felt in a long time. And not just from the vibrator, Dream’s words had an almost hypnotic effect on him.
“What if I give him my big tip?” Giggled George, laughing at his own bad joke. But Dream didn’t find it funny, the scowl on his face showed that.
“Keep talking shit and I’ll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours.” He threatened, exciting George even further.
“I was joking! Relax. But as fun as that sounds I need to cum and I’m not waiting a moment longer.” He stated, leaning into Dream’s embrace as the waiter gave them the check.
Dream’s lip curled up at the price before paying begrudgingly, not looking at the waiter. He brought George closer to his side protectively, wrapping an arm around him.
The minute the payment went through, George and Dream got up and left with no extra glances at the customers or staff. The urge to get to their car was immense, neither of them could hold back their lust. George had practically jumped on to Dream the minute they made it out of the restaurant, kissing up and down his neck, making his way to Dream’s lips.
Dream stumbled backwards with George in his arms. Their bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips smashed together. George's tongue pressed between Dream’s parted lips in ticklish kitten licks, attempting to gain access to his mouth.
“If you keep this up we aren’t making it to the car.” Dream panted into the kiss.
“Maybe I don't want to.” George breathed in reply, adding more force onto Dream than before, shifting his lower half against his boyfriend to show how hard and desperate he was.
“Fuck, princess. Let’s at least get to the car and i’ll fuck you good, I promise.”
“i kind of want you to fuck me right against the glass so everyone can see how good I take it, but the car sounds better.” George teased, grabbing Dream’s hand and pulling him along towards the car park.
Dream growled in response, the image of him fucking George from behind against the glass for all the customers, and the fucking waiter, to see made him weak at the knees and unable to hold himself up as George dragged him to his car.
“You’re keeping that dress on, by the way.” Dream commanded once he saw George start to take it off outside of the car.
“But don’t you want to see my pretty panties that I've made such a mess in?” He teased, lifting the hem of his dress up and showing off the blue lace pressing against his hard leaking cock. “You bought them just for me.”
“No, that will just waste time. I just want to be in you.” Dream stressed, unlocking the car and sitting down in the passenger seat, pulling George on top of him before slamming the door shut. “You’re riding me. We cum together.”
“Shouldn’t take too long, sir. You’re already dripping for me.” George unzipped Dream’s tight pants, pulling them and his boxers down as Dream lifted his hips. His cock pressed against his stomach, painfully hard and leaking.
“No foreplay, just sit on my dick so I can fuck you.” He demanded, his voice low and rumbling, his eyes clouding over.
“Yes, sir. Fuck.” George pulled down his panties slightly, just enough to show access to his hole. Dream watched with fascination as George slowly pulled the buttplug out, whining at the empty feeling.
“We are definitely using that again.” Dream chuckled as George put it away.
“Ready?” George asked, still apprehensive over Dream’s mental state.
“Fuck George yes.” He growled, lifting George up and slamming him back down onto his cock forcefully, his fingers gripping to his waist, marking him and bruising him.
George let out a yelp, moaning as Dream thrusted into him continuously and sloppy. He could feel his boyfriend's fingers squeezing him, bruising him. And the pain felt amazing. “Be rough, hard. Please.” He pleaded, leaning down to mark Dream with a hickey, sucking on the sweet spot below his ear. “Don’t be gentle.”
A rational part of Dream should’ve not listened to what George was saying, considering how he reacted to him crying. But as he fucked George, his mind slipped further, losing himself in his boyfriend, feeling him sucking on his neck, his tight hole pulsing around Dream’s cock. He was in a headspace that made him want to be rough, want to bruise and mark him. He knew that by the end he would look at George and feel immense guilt, but amidst the action of him fucking George, he didn’t care.
He tightened his grip on his boyfriend, grunting as he felt himself get closer and closer to cumming. He felt George contract around him, heard his moans get higher and higher. He knew George was close.
“Don’t cum yet. If you want to cum, beg.” He demanded, earning a whine from George.
“Bite me.” He spat back, feeling himself about to cum, there was no way he was begging for it.
“If you insist.” Dream smirked, leaning his head forward to bite the skin on George’s neck. George tipped his head back in pleasure, a shiver rushing down his spine as Dream’s thrusts got sloppier.
Their breaths mixed together in a lust crazy haze, the windows steaming up, heating the car up with the smell of sex and sweat. It was perfect, Dream was being rough like George wanted, and George was being Dream’s perfect cock slut. Letting out loud screams of pleasure, egging Dream on.
“I’m going to cum.” He moaned. Dream pushed his fingernails into George’s thighs, groaning as he felt his high approaching, speeding up his thrusts, his teeth still sunk into George’s neck.
“Pathetic whore, can’t even listen to one instruction.” Dream spat, earning a grin from George who was loving this rough, degrading and dominant side of Dream.
George’s high pitched moans became more frequent as the pain from the bite and Dream’s grip mixed with the pleasure of cumming. Tears once again leaked out of his eyes from the stimulation as Dream kept going, urging George to cum. One final hit to his prostate was what send him over the edge, screaming as he made a mess on Dream’s dress shirt.
“Fuck, fuck fuck. Sir- oh fuck.” He swore, breathing deeply before resting his forehead on Dream’s shoulder, tears dripping off his nose as he tried to come down from his high.
“So fucking perfect for me, princess.” He muttered into George’s ear as he finally came inside of George, slowing down his thrusts to a stop before shutting his eyes and leaning back against the seat to gain his breath back.
Neither of them spoke for a while, too busy coming down from their high to process anything. Dream’s mind finally cleared as he opened his eyes, taking in George’s state.
George had tears staining his cheeks, his eyes red from crying. His shoulder was purple and crimson from the bite marking him, teeth marks indented into him. His dress had ridden up his legs, exposing the nail imprints in his thighs, the blossoming of bruises showing.
George saw Dream’s reaction before he could even vocalize it, but that’s when the blonde’s tears came. Looking at how he treated George caused him to feel immense guilt. An overwhelming amount of concern washed over him, mixed with the guilt was what sent him into a spiral. Panic clouded his brain, eyes darting between the bruises he had planted on the smaller boy.
“I- I did this.” He muttered, but before he could reach out to touch George’s thighs, the dress was placed back over them and George had Dream’s chin in his hand, forcing him to look up at his dazed smile.
“Hey, baby. You did great. You were fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life!” He stated, wiping Dream’s tears from his eyes before peppering kisses over his cheeks.
Dream bit his lip, “Are you okay-”
“I’m more than okay. If you doubt yourself one more time I swear to god.” He cut Dream off, smiling at his boyfriend in pleasure. “I have my safeword and so do you. If I needed to use it I would have.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than sure. That was amazing. And perfect. And so fucking hot.” He giggled, lifting himself off of Dream’s cock and climbing over into the passenger seat.
The two boys rearranged themselves, at least trying to look decent. George shot his boyfriend a smile, grabbing his hand as he slowly kissed his knuckles, before turning it over and placing a final kiss on his palm.
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