"Who is it?"
George mumbled after hearing a knock on the door, gaze glued to his phone as he was laying on his bed, scrolling TikTok. His feet up in the air as he laid on his stomach, feeling too comfortable to get up and check the door himself.
He didn't even bother to look up and check who it was as the door opened, as he was pretty sure the person entering his room was Sapnap anyways. Dream rarely stopped by without a formal invite or request. Unfortunately.
"What're you up to?"
George's gaze lifted at the sound of Dream's voice, feeling pleasantly surprised by the sight of him as he watched his tall friend shut the door behind himself. It also came as a surprise to him that Dream was still wearing his mask, which was covering his face and hair.
That mask, it was the thing that had represented 'Dream' to him for far longer than his actual face. The mask he used to feel frustrated with for covering up the face he was absolutely dying to see, yet a part of him also kinda.. liked the mask. Maybe it was because the mask was so very 'Dream' to him, representing the man he'd known and secretly been crushing on for years now.
And it was also pretty much impossible to ignore how insanely hot Dream looked wearing that mask.
He fought back a smile as he could feel his cheeks heat up slightly from the sight of him in that mask. He really had to get used to this now if Dream was actually planning on wearing that thing a lot.
"Why are you still wearing that?"
George asked, unable to take his eyes off of Dream. Feeling watched at all times whenever that mask was facing him, unable to tell what his eyes could be focusing on at that very moment.
"Like I said in the video, I'm not taking it off. This is my face now, George."
Dream spoke as he went to sit down in an armchair next to George's bed. Spreading his legs out comfortably as he filled out the chair with his tall limbs and broad figure. He always had such a way to make anything he comes in contact with look absolutely tiny. That chair was quite big for George, a seat he'd comfortably curl up in at times when he felt a bit cozy. When Dream sat in it he almost made it look like the chair was made for a child.
George had to look away from him for a moment whilst shaking his head softly at Dream's dramatics, feeling flustered by the sight of him like that, sitting there practically manspreading and staring right at him with that cold, emotionless mask, displaying nothing but a constant smile.
George wet his lips as he tried to clear his head from all of the filthy thoughts that was running through his mind right then. This truly took him back to all of those times he'd gotten off to the images of Dream wearing his mask, back when he'd grasp at every small chance he'd get at seeing him. He'd spent countless amount of hours staring at those images, his gaze taking in Dream's body, his tall, broad frame. His big feet and hands, wishing those hands would roam his body, grab his wrists and pin them down.
The amount of fantasies he'd had about Dream with a mask on gave him a bit of whiplash seeing him wearing the mask again. This time, getting to witness it in real life. It made him feel exposed, flustered. As if Dream could see right through him and hear his every thought.
And whilst Dream was no mind reader, he definitely noticed the way George reacted to him wearing the mask.
Dream had always known George had some sort of crush on him. It was something he'd taken as a simple compliment at first, sometimes even playfully flirting with him just to get a reaction out of the dark haired boy. He found it amusing whenever George would get all flustered and red, telling him to stop in that whiny tone. It had been fun pushing those buttons, but at some point along the line he began to realize that he might be enjoying flirting with George a bit too much.
It was all fun and games until the jealousy began to set in. When he'd see George with other people and feel a pang in his chest, and suddenly he wasn't able to sleep for several nights in a row until he had George back on vc, back where he knew where he had him. Back where he didn't have to worry about anyone else touching his George, or flirting with his George. It turned into this possessive need, to always have George near, to make sure no one else could have him.
Moving into the same house as him was definitely one of the best decisions he'd ever made, as it gave him the luxury of always knowing where George was at all times. It made him feel calm, giving him the best sleep he'd had in years.
But living with George also had it's downsides, as he'd find himself feeling more nervous around him than he'd ever felt before. Back when they had an entire ocean between them, flirting with George came easy to him. He could comfortably tell him how pretty and cute he was and bask in George's cute reactions without having to worry about George being able to see what he looked like in those moments. Nowadays, if he'd say something flirty to George he'd get met by those big doe eyes looking right at him, making him feel as if he could see into his very soul. It made him feel flustered, nervous. It made him feel seen. Exposed.
And it was clear to him that George enjoyed eye contact, as he'd often seek it out. He'd look up into his eyes and make Dream's heart absolutely melt. It made him feel powerless at times, unable to control his own reactions and speeding heart. It made him feel tongue tied, his mouth going dry at the mere sight of George.
All of it was a bit too overwhelming, making Dream take a step back from all of the forward flirting that used to come so easy to him. Suddenly he was left not knowing how to approach George, how to draw those reactions out of him without losing control of his own emotions.
And god, did he hate losing control.
But as Dream stepped into George's bedroom that evening, he found himself feeling a somewhat familiar feeling, something he hadn't been sure if he'd ever feel again. He'd look at George through his mask, study the flustered expression on his face, his cheeks going red as he'd bite back a smile. He was able to take in every little detail of his face without George being able to catch him. Meanwhile, George had no clue what expression Dream could be making behind the mask, he couldn't even tell for sure if he's looking at him or not.
Suddenly, Dream was back in control.
With the mask on, he could say whatever he wanted to George without having to worry about his own face giving him away, without having to think about anything but those pretty little reactions George would make.
Dream wet his lips as a smile began to bloom across his entire face, staring at George in silence without saying another word. He wasn't even gonna try to make conversation, he'd rather leave George feeling uncomfortable and flustered under his watchful, masked gaze.
"What do you want, Dream?"
George asked, looking over at him with those pretty doe eyes. Clearly trying to have a bit of an attitude with him, but it practically fell flat as he looked so pretty speaking those words.
Dream didn't answer his question. Instead, he simply watched him in silence, enjoying every second of it. Suddenly he felt like a viewer again, allowed to simply observe what was in front of him instead of having to engage. If he'd engage at all, it would be his choice to do so. He was in control now.
"Dream, say something."
George whined, one of his hands going up to place against his rosy, pink cheek as he placed his elbow on the bed as support.
Dream didn't do as he'd asked. Instead, he tipped his head slightly to the side as he kept his gaze on him. Loving the flustered expression on George's face as he clearly felt quite uncomfortable with the tension filled silence between them.
George felt goosebumps begin to form along his arms as he stared at the lifeless, smiling mask that was staring back at him. It made his heart beat faster, knowing that Dream was behind that mask, silently watching him.
"What are you doing, Dream?"
He mumbled, his voice flustered and somewhat needy. Desperate to hear Dream speak. Feeling more and more flustered under that masked gaze with every passing second.
"Watching you."
Dream finally mumbled after a silent pause, his voice dipping, making it sound deeper than usual. It made George swallow hard before his lips parted, his gaze roaming the cold mask staring at him.
"Why are you.. watching me?"
George asked, his face heating up even further, making him want to shy away from Dream's gaze. Yet when he was wearing that mask, it felt like he'd be able to see him no matter where in the room George could be standing.
"Why not?"
Dream mumbled, propping up his elbow on the armrest of the chair before resting his head against the knuckles of his hand.
George's gaze shamelessly roamed Dream's big hand, taking in the ring that rested on his index finger. Taking in just how big his hand looked next to his mask.
He let out a small, flustered huff as he shook his head. Tearing his gaze away from Dream as he looked back at his phone again.
"Fine. Have fun staring, then."
He mumbled, trying to seem nonchalant and unbothered. Fixing his hair with his hand as he felt watched, shifting his body slightly to make sure he was looking good for Dream.
"George. Look at me."
Dream spoke, making George's gaze shift back to him almost immediately. Feeling almost embarrassed by how easily he'd do whatever Dream tells him to do.
"What?"
He then spoke, trying to sound annoyed. Doing his best to seem bored with Dream, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell just how affected he was getting by that mask.
As he was met by nothing but a silent, cold stare from that mask, George shifted slightly, feeling nervous. Trying his best to hide it as he spoke again.
"What do you want?"
He added a slightly annoyed tone to his voice, keeping his gaze on the mask in front of him.
"Nothing."
Dream mumbled in response, making George scoff as he rolled his eyes. Gaze going back to his phone right as Dream spoke again,
"You're pretty."
George let out a flustered huff, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked up at Dream again.
"Wha-"
He got out, a flustered smile dancing on his lips. Almost wondering if Dream had actually uttered those words just now or if it had just been his mind playing tricks on him.
"What did you just say, Dream?"
He spoke, hoping he'd repeat it.
He'd almost expected Dream to give him another long, silent pause in response. But instead, he watched as Dream leaned forward, mask facing him as he spoke,
"You heard me, George."
George's breath caught in his throat for a moment, making him swallow hard. The way Dream had just said his name echoing in his brain, the way his voice had dipped along with that mask staring at him already etching itself into the inside of his head as a permanent memory that he'd get to keep with him forever.
"Why would you even say that?"
He got out, feeling flustered.
"Because it's true."
Dream mumbled nonchalantly, adding a small shrug as he leaned back in his chair again. Spreading his arms out to rest on the armrests.
"You are pretty, George."
George couldn't help but smile at those words, unable to look at Dream as a flustered attempt at a scoff escaped him. Wetting his lips as he struggled to find the right snarky comeback to utter in that moment.
His gaze then returned to Dream as a flash of bravery grabbed a hold of him, his lips parting before he spoke,
"What about me do you think is pretty, Dream?"
"I don't know, your eyes, your hair, your face, your body your- your lips."
George felt his heart speed up in his chest at the words that was coming out of Dream, feeling warm all over at the praise. His eyebrow hitching up slightly at the way Dream stuttered a bit around the mention of his lips.
"My lips? What do you like about my lips, Dream?"
Dream gave a slight shrug.
"They're just.. nice. I think-"
George could hear the way Dream had to hold himself back from breaking out into laughter at that moment, as if he had to stop himself from saying something that was a bit too far.
"You think what? Finish the sentence, Dream."
George spoke as he sat up slightly, watching Dream put one hand around his own stomach as his other went up to his masked face, clearly trying not to laugh.
"I think they'd look nice wrapped around my cock."
Dream got out, his voice strained from trying to hold back his laughter, clearly very aware of how inappropriate his words were.
Meanwhile, George was sat staring at him. Feeling speechless, his lips parted as if he'd dropped his jaw to the floor. His cheeks growing hot from the words that had left Dream's mouth.
"What is wrong with you, Dream.."
He mumbled, a flustered tone to his voice, shaking his head at Dream who was absolutely losing his mind with laughter.
Realizing that Dream was so clearly just messing with him, George rolled his eyes and grabbed a nearby pillow before throwing it right at his masked friend.
"You're such an idiot."
He spoke, before rolling over onto his side instead, making sure his back was turnt to Dream. Unlocking his phone to resume his TikTok scrolling. Trying to ignore the way Dream was losing his mind with laughter behind him.
"Wait, how am I an idiot?"
Dream then spoke, as he was calming back down from laughing. Grabbing the pillow George had thrown to throw it back at him.
George took the pillow and placed it between his legs, feeling embarrassed over the fact that he'd actually grown a semi just then, simply from hearing Dream call him pretty whilst staring at him with that mask.
He felt so stupid, of course he was just messing with him.
The worst part of it all was that he really did want to wrap his lips around Dream's dick. He'd fantasized about it so many times he'd lost count, and in most of those fantasies Dream was wearing a mask just like he did now. Hearing him laugh like that made him feel embarrassed for all of those times he'd gotten off to that exact visual, where he'd imagined himself struggling to fit Dream's length between his lips.
He let out a slightly unsteady exhale as the aching feeling of unrequited love filled his chest once again. The feeling that was always there yet sometimes it's presence was felt more strongly.
"You keep saying stupid jokes that aren't funny."
George mumbled in response to Dream's dumb question, keeping his gaze glued to his phone as he wanted to ignore his hot best friend who's gaze he could still feel burning a hole into the back of his head.
"Who said I was joking?"
Dream then said, making George roll his eyes as his heart made a dumb little skip in his chest.
"Your mouth would look really good-"
"Dream, stop!"
George practically cried out the words as he rolled onto his back and tipped his head back, his eyes falling shut as his head started spinning. He couldn't take more of this teasing. It was so easy for Dream to joke around like this but for George there were real feelings involved, it wasn't stuff he wanted to joke about.
He ran a hand over his blushing face as he let out a flustered sigh, listening as Dream shifted slightly in his seat behind him.
Meanwhile, Dream was sat staring at George, looking at the way his pretty features contorted slightly from the soft whine that had slipped out of him. He'd never wanted another person more in his life, and he'd been so close just minutes ago at actually getting him. He'd seen it written all over his face, just how badly George wanted him in that moment. Then he went and screwed it all up with his dumb laughter, wanting to punch himself for laughing at that moment.
He just felt so cliché uttering such a line that he couldn't help but crack up. Even though he meant every word.
George would look absolutely sinful with his lips wrapped around his dick.
He wet his lips at the visual, feeling his dick pulsate with want in his pants. He'd been so close at having George on his knees right between his legs just then. There was no way he could let this opportunity pass.
Dream leaned forward again, keeping his gaze locked on George.
"I meant it, George."
He spoke, watching George give out a slight scoff at his words. Clearly not believing him.
Dream swallowed, his heart beating faster in his chest as the next sentence formed in his brain. His lips parting to utter those very words.
"I want you to suck me off, George."
He could feel his own hot, unsteady breath hit the inside of the mask, bouncing back onto his heating cheeks. Swallowing hard as he stared at George, waiting for his response. Feeling thankful for the mask which hid his own nervous expression in that moment.
George tipped his head back a bit more to look back at him, his chest rising and falling a bit faster as unsteady, short breaths escaped him.
He then sat up, ruffling his hair before burying his face into his hands. A groan escaping him as he held his face in his hands for a moment. He then looked at Dream with a forced deadpanned expression, the blush on his cheeks a strong pink shade.
"No."
He spoke, making Dream's heart drop. More so from the expression on his face rather than the word that left his lips. That expression he held just then, was one that Dream was well familiar with at this point. It was George's very own mask, one that he'd put on when he felt the need to guard his own emotions.
This was not a moment where Dream wanted to see George shut him out like that.
Hoping he still stood a chance at buttering him up, getting him back out of his shell, Dream leaned back a bit in his seat and tipped his head to the side as he said,
"Please?"
Trying to sound as sweet as he could. Hoping it would soften George up, somehow.
Dream then decided to take it one step further by placing his hand on the forming hard on in his pants, resting it there as he spoke,
"Pretty please?"
His voice dipping low, speaking the words slowly as he tried his best to seduce the man in front of him.
It seemed to have some positive effect on George, as he let out a soft scoff, turning his head to the side. One of his hands moving up to rub the blush on his cheeks as he mumbled,
"Oh my god.."
Under his breath.
George then looked back at Dream again, a flustered expression on his face with a smile dancing on his lips as he mumbled,
"What is wrong with you, Dream.."
Dream couldn't help but grin under his mask, as he knew in that moment that he had him. He was successfully taming the feisty cat, and he'd soon have him purring in his lap.
"Come here, Georgee.."
Dream teased as he began to stroke the outline of his own length through his pants, watching as George's gaze dipped to his movements, his lips parting at the sight of his growing hard on. Probably taking in the size of him, from the looks of his expression.
Dream leaned back slightly in his seat as he spread his legs further apart. Confidently rubbing his own length as it was growing harder with every stroke. Watching George's hungry expression as he was clearly fighting against his own urges to run over there and shove the whole thing down his throat.
Dream kept his gaze locked on him, wetting his lips before speaking,
"Last chance, George.. I'm not gonna ask again. Come heree.."
Putting some pressure on him. Making George scoff as he got off the bed to then walk over to him. Pushing his hands into his pockets to hide the growing hard on in his own pants, whilst also trying to seem nonchalant and unbothered about the whole thing.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"I already told you. I want you to suck me off."
Dream spoke confidently, happy to have the mask to hide behind. Keeping his gaze on George who looked back at him, his pupils blown wide as he stared at Dream with slightly parted lips.
He wanted it. Just from the look on his face Dream could tell he really, really wanted it.
But right as Dream thought he had him, George swallowed hard before wetting his lips. Trying to regain a nonchalant expression as he scoffed at Dream.
"And what makes you think I wanna do that?"
He spoke, putting on a bit of an attitude.
"George. Come on."
Dream said as he tipped his head slightly to the side.
"Get down on your knees."
He then ordered, wanting to wipe the dumb nonchalant expression off of George's face. He was still way too guarded, and Dream wanted to tear down every single wall he had up and make him absolutely surrender to him, completely and fully.
George bit down on his bottom lip as the corner of his mouth twitched, a nervousness to his behavior as he got down on his knees in front of Dream. Looking so small in between his legs, looking up at his masked friend who was now looking back down at him.
"That's good, good job. You look so perfect just like that, George."
Dream praised him, making sure to give him lots of encouragement and praise along the way.
"Oh my god.."
George mumbled at the praise, hiding his face in his hands. Struggling to look at Dream as he felt flustered in this position. Especially since Dream was still rubbing his hard on through his pants just a few inches from his face.
"Look at me, George."
Dream mumbled, watching as George's hands slid off his face before his gaze shifted up to look at his mask.
George tried his best to seem unbothered, unfazed by the entire thing. But being on his knees like this before a masked Dream was something he'd fantasized about for so, so long, it was nearly impossible to hide just how much this was turning him on. Just how badly he wanted to put his lips around his dick.
And every time he'd look at that mask he felt faint, his mouth going dry as his blood rushed south. A part of him was convinced he'd be able to cum from just this, staring up at a masked Dream whilst being on his knees before him. There was just something about it, how small he felt in comparison to the absolute giant before him, how cold and expressionless the mask was as it stared back down at him with that constant smile. How it at the same time represented the Dream he's always had feelings for, the Dream he's in love with. The Dream who's fought for him in games, always making him feel safe and protected. The strong, capable man he'd looked up to and leaned on for so many years. He felt a near primal attraction to him, wishing he was capable of carrying babies just to provide him with them, then feel that warm sense of safety as Dream would provide their family with shelter, protection and food in return.
He loved Dream, there was no other way around it. And Dream wearing a mask was the Dream he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. This was the Dream he loved the most. His confident, safe protector. His knight. His best friend.
George's breath hitched slightly as Dream moved his hand from stroking himself to cupping George's face instead. His hand warm as his thumb moved to stroke his bottom lip.
"Why are you doing this, Dream?"
George asked as he stared up at him with his big doe eyes. Looking for confirmation that Dream actually did like him back, that he really wanted him and wasn't just joking around.
"I've already told you."
Dream mumbled in response, right as he pressed down on his bottom lip with his thumb. He then pushed his thumb into his mouth, making George suck on it. It made George whine softly around the digit, his face growing hotter at the embarrassing sound that slipped out of him.
"Fuck. You're so pretty, George."
Dream practically breathed the words, sounding as if he truly meant it. Making George blush as he held his gaze on his mask. Almost feeling happy to have the thumb in his mouth so he didn't have to try to stutter out some comeback to those words.
Dream then pulled his thumb out, then wiped the saliva on George's bottom lip as he traced the shape of it. He then pushed his thumb down to part his lips, almost as if checking the boundaries of control that he had over him. Watching as George so eagerly and obediently opened his mouth for him.
"I want you.. to beg for it."
Dream then spoke, uttering the words slowly. Making George's breath hitch against his thumb.
"What?"
He got out as Dream moved his thumb away from his mouth, placing his hand back on his own hard on.
"You heard me."
George scoffed at his words. He was hoping he'd get away with not seeming too interested, that he'd somehow get to suck Dream off without him knowing just how badly he actually wanted to do it.
But of course, Dream wouldn't let him get away that easily.
George swallowed as his gaze dipped from the mask, looking at the outline of Dream's length through his pants. Taking in just how big he was, which was making his head spin. Even in his wildest fantasies, he'd never dared to imagine him to be this big.
He had that same mindset when it came to their overall size difference, before they met he never knew just how small he'd feel next to Dream. Ever since their first hug he'd wanted nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by him, trapped below his giant frame as Dream would pound into him. Grab at his steady, broad shoulders and never let go.
His lips parted, feeling flustered before the words had even left his tongue. Avoiding looking up at Dream's mask as he got out a faint, whiny,
"Please.."
His gaze then shifted up to look right at his mask. Putting on his best puppy dog eyed expression as he let out another whiny plea,
"Please, Dream.."
The moment he heard himself speak, a hot flush drenched his entire being, making him hide his face in his hands as he let out a flustered groan. Hoping it would be enough begging to satisfy his masked friend.
"Please, what, George?"
Dream then spoke, trying to push him further. Wanting him to actually spell it out for him.
"I'm not- I'm not gonna say it."
George got out, still hiding behind his hands. Shaking slightly from the embarrassment mixed with nervous anticipation.
Deciding he wasn't gonna push him too far, Dream mumbled,
"Alright, fine."
His hands moving to gently grab George's, moving them off of his face to look down at his flustered expression.
"It's okay, it's okay George, I'll give it to you, don't worry."
He spoke soothingly, holding his much smaller hands within his own.
"Dream.."
George groaned as he only got more flustered by the words that came out of Dream's mouth.
Dream let go of his hands as he grinned behind the mask, watching as George tried to rub the blush off his cheeks as he avoided looking at him. Dream had to practically bite his tongue to stop himself from calling George cute, his hands moving to unzip his pants instead, pulling out his hard length. Feeling a bit faint at the size of it next to George's head.
He shifted in his seat slightly as he began to stroke himself a few times, taking in the sight of his dick so close to George's face. His breathing growing unsteady and shallow as he took it all in.
"Look at me, George."
Dream then ordered, making George look up at him as his hands fell to his own lap, his gaze grazing the mask before dipping to the huge dick in front of his face. It made him swallow hard, the air feeling ten times thicker in the room suddenly. His breathing growing unsteady as he could feel his own dick twitch in his pants.
This was better than any fantasy he'd ever had before. He nearly wanted to pinch himself to make sure this was actual real life and not just a dream.
George hadn't even noticed that his lips were parted until his mouth began to feel very dry. It made him shut his mouth and wet his lips, his gaze shifting up to Dream's face again as he nearly wanted to ask for permission to touch the length in front of him just then.
"Touch it."
Dream mumbled, making George feel relieved that he didn't have to be the one to ask for it.
George let out a soft scoff, his breathing uneven and already faster than normal as his unsteady hands reached forward to touch Dream's length. Using both hands to grab it, delicate fingertips grabbing onto the length before him. He then began to carefully trace the veins on it, feeling surprised by how different it felt to touch someone else's dick in comparison to his own.
As he began to slowly run his fingers up and down Dream's dick, he could hear his tall friend's breathing grow more shallow behind his mask. It made him glance up at him with his large doe eyes, feeling a hot flush at the sight of that mask staring back down at him. It nearly made him moan, biting back the embarrassing sound as he started stroking Dream a bit more firmly, still using both hands.
It didn't take long before George heard a moan slip out of Dream from behind the mask, fueling his desires to keep going. Making him feel proud to know he was successfully pleasing his masked friend, that he was doing good for him.
"Put it in your mouth, baby."
Dream mumbled, sounding turned on and breathing heavy.
"Baby?"
George echoed the nickname, feeling flustered by it.
It wasn't the first time Dream had called him baby, but it was certainly the first time he's said it in such a setting, where it felt like he actually meant it.
Dream didn't respond to George echoing his words, instead he jerked his hips up as he sunk a bit deeper into his seat. Eagerly waiting for George to do as he'd been told.
George wet his lips, feeling nervous suddenly. Touching his dick was one thing, he'd touched his own dick more times than he could count so he kind of knew his way around that. But actually sucking someone off, putting his lips around another person's dick was a whole different territory that he'd never explored before.
But Dream must know this already, they've discussed their sexual histories before so it's not like he can expect a lot from him in this situation.
Still, he wanted to do a good job for him.
George wet his lips once more as he held the length steady in front of his face. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tip of it. Listening as Dream drew an unsteady breath from the contact. It made him look up at him through his lashes, holding his gaze on the mask as he began to push his dick between his lips. Moaning softly as he found himself experiencing a fantasy he'd had so, so many times before, feeling some precum leak from his own dick, soaking into the front of his shorts. Right as he tasted the salty substance coming from the tip of Dream's dick as well.
His eyebrows knitted and raised as he pushed Dream's dick further into his mouth, taking as much of it as he could fit whilst holding his gaze on the lifeless mask that stared down at him. The whole thing making his heart beat so fast he could feel it in his entire body, all the way into his fingertips.
He then pulled off his length again, listening as Dream swore under his breath as George gave the tip a small kitten lick before putting it back into his mouth again. Sucking on just the tip before attempting to fit more of his length in his mouth again.
"That's- that's so goo- fuck- that's so good, George.."
Dream mumbled out praise through a strained voice, before jerking his hips up slightly into his mouth. Making George gag a bit as his eyes teared up.
"Oh, oops- sorry.."
Dream mumbled, moving his hand down to wipe some saliva from the corner of George's mouth, right next to where his lips were stretched around his dick. Making George whine softly from his touch, his whine causing vibrations to be felt around Dream's length.
Dream's hand then moved to push some hair out of George's face before grabbing a handful of it. Holding a steady grip on his hair as he began to guide George along his dick, pushing it in and out of his mouth. Barely allowing him to do it on his own before taking charge.
"Oh, god-"
Dream mumbled, feeling so turned on and overwhelmed by the sight of George's lips stretching around his dick, watching him take so much of him and doing so well, not even protesting when Dream could feel himself poke at the back of his throat.
George's eyes fell shut as he allowed Dream to fuck his mouth for a moment, his entire body pulsating as it felt like he was dreaming. Whines and moans slipping out of him as he massaged the underside of Dream's dick with his tongue, feeling it slide in and out of his mouth as Dream began to move a bit faster.
He couldn't believe this was actually happening, that Dream was actually fucking his mouth.
He gagged slightly a few times as Dream pushed his dick a bit too far down his throat, and the first few times Dream seemed apologetic and made sure to be more careful with him. But after the third time he seemed to almost be doing it on purpose, pushing it as far back his throat as he could and holding it there even after George would gag around him.
"You got this, George.."
Dream mumbled under his breath as George struggled to hold his length so far back his throat, his hand moving to grab at Dream's pant leg as spit and saliva trickled down his chin, some of it running down his neck as a few drops landed on his thighs where he sat kneeling. He looked up at Dream through a blurry gaze, tears spilling down his cheeks. Watching the cold mask look back down at him as his friend held him in place.
"Swallow for me."
Dream then mumbled through panting breath, and George did as he was told. Shutting his eyes with tears spilling down his cheeks as he swallowed around the large length. Listening as Dream moaned at the feeling of it.
"Good- fuck- good boy.. you're doing so great, George, so good, baby."
Dream rambled out praise, sounding out of breath. Using the grip on his hair to pull George off of his length again.
George immediately wiped some saliva off his mouth as he began to cough after having his throat get fucked like that. He probably should be mad at Dream for pushing him so far and absolutely ignoring the protests of his gag reflex, but there was something about the whole thing that turned him on so much that he just allowed it. He wanted Dream to push him as far as he could, fuck him without worrying about if he'd break.
"You okay?"
Dream asked, still sounding out of breath. His dick looking even bigger now than it did before George put it in his mouth. It was also shiny with saliva as it stood rock hard right in front of his face.
George scoffed softly at the slight concern in Dream's voice, leaning forward as he placed his lips back onto the tip of Dream's dick whilst keeping his heavy lidded, teary eyed gaze locked on the mask. Of course he was okay, he was more than okay. He was finally experiencing his ultimate fantasy with the actual Dream, the man he'd been crushing on for years. His best friend. The guy who'd changed his entire life. With Dream wearing that mask, it almost made George feel like he was getting to spend the night with his celebrity crush.
He felt Dream run his hand through his hair as if he was petting him whilst George licked a stripe along the side of his dick, humming softly at the taste of him. Holding back a smile as he could hear Dream cursing under his breath as he watched him from behind that mask.
Dream's hand then moved down to grab George's chin, holding a firm grasp on it as he made George pull back slightly. A few beads of precum spilling from the tip of his dick, indicating he was getting close.
"I wanna fuck you so hard, George."
George's breath caught in his throat at the words that came out of Dream, the tone of his voice in particular had him feeling weak all over. It sounded as if he meant those words with his entire being, as if it stemmed from a sort of thirst that was born out of going days on end without a single drop of water. It sounded animalistic, almost.
And George couldn't wait for Dream to take out all of those emotions on him, fuck his actual brains out.
"Please.."
He pleaded, leaning into Dream's touch. Looking up at him with a pleading gaze.
"Do it, Dream.."
He moaned softly, his dick pulsating with anticipation between his legs. His imagination running ahead of them both by making up all of the scenarios in his mind, all the ways Dream could have him bent over on the bed, all the ways he could fuck him absolutely senseless.
"Get on the bed, princess."
Dream mumbled as he let go of him, making George exhale a flustered scoff at the nickname. 'Princess' was a nickname Dream seemed to enjoy calling him lately, so it didn't surprise him when it came up in a setting like this. He'd almost been expecting it.
And he secretly absolutely loved it whenever he'd call him that.
George tried to hide his own eager excitement as he went to the bed, climbing onto it on all fours as his heart was beating fast in his chest, making his entire body pulsate. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with Dream, and it wasn't just his best friend Dream but the masked Minecraft YouTuber himself. It almost felt like a whole different person when he was wearing that mask, as if when he'd see Dream unmasked the next time he'll contemplate whether he should tell him about his steamy night with the masked YouTuber or not. Maybe unmasked Dream would get jealous if he'd hear about it.
Once George had reached the middle of the bed he absolutely melted into it, placing his left cheek against the bedsheets with his ass pushed in the air. His head turnt towards Dream, who'd just tucked his dick back into his pants as he was now stood up. Looking tall and broad as he walked over to George, making the smaller boy feel nervous yet filled with anticipation. His gaze locked on the mask, feeling even more turned on by the sight of it.
Dream got onto the bed and positioned himself right behind George, placing his hand on his ass before rubbing it. Listening as George whined softly below him as he pushed up against his touch. He was eager for it, his entire body made that clear. No matter how much he tries to bite back words or hide his expressions, his body would always give him away.
Dream ran his bottom lip between his teeth behind the mask as he took a moment to rub George's clothed ass with both hands, covering the area easily with his massive hands. It turned him on, seeing his own hands on the ass he'd been fantasizing about for so, so long. The ass he'd shamelessly been collecting screenshots and pictures of. The ass he'd let his mind wander off to many times whenever he'd jerk off.
George had a pretty face but he had an even better ass.
George let out an impatient whine as he pushed up into Dream's touch, whining his name softly as he looked back at him. Dream couldn't hold himself back from responding by spanking his right asscheek, making George gasp softly before burying his face in the bedsheets below him. A soft cry escaping him at the feeling of it.
Dream felt a bit lightheaded just from how much this all turned him on, wetting his lips as he finally began to pull down George's shorts. Revealing his perfectly plump, round ass. Pulling his shorts down all the way to his knees before eagerly placing his hands back on his ass again. A moan escaping Dream as he got to finally come in contact with George's perfect bottom. Unable to hold himself back from spanking George's right asscheek again, and again. Leaving a red, stinging handprint there as George cried out softly in response.
"Holy fuck, your ass is perfect, George."
Dream rambled out praise as he rubbed the handprint he'd left on his ass, listening as George gave out a flustered whine below him. He then used his big hands to knead into the skin before spreading his cheeks apart to watch his perfectly pink hole flutter and clench around nothing, eagerly awaiting his cock. Dream's lips parted at the sight of it, feeling lightheaded just thinking about how much he'd struggle to fit inside of that small hole, how tight it would feel around him. Especially considering how small George was, he'd absolutely wreck him.
George moaned and whined below his touch, pushing up into his hands as he looked back at Dream once again. Acting needy and eager for his dick.
"Do you have any lube laying around?"
Dream spoke, his throat slightly dry. Realizing just how much prep work was gonna be needed for him to even get the tip of his dick inside of George.
"The third drawer."
George mumbled, the blush on his cheeks growing slightly darker over the fact that Dream was finding out about his sexual preferences.
Dream reached over to open the third drawer of his bedside table, finding a pretty big bottle of lube which was only halfway full, along with a bright green dildo laying next to it.
He nearly wanted to smile at the sight, especially since he knew how George would associate anything green with himself. But the visual of George whimpering and moaning whilst using that dildo wiped away any sort of amusement on his face. It made him wonder just how many times he'd gotten off with it in that bedroom since he'd moved in with them.
It made sense now why Sapnap would complain about weird noises coming from his room sometimes.
Deciding to ask more about the dildo another time, Dream grabbed the bottle of lube and brought it with him back to George. Finding George was hiding his face as he'd buried it in his arm, keeping his forehead pressed against his forearm. Unwilling to speak about Dream's findings.
Dream grinned behind the mask, taking note of how much lube George had actually used up from the bottle as he opened it.
"You've been using this a lot, huh?"
Dream teased, unable to hold himself back from doing so.
"Shut up, Dream.."
George mumbled, sounding flustered. Nearly stuttering slightly on his name.
He seemed a bit nervous in general, and Dream took notice of the fact that he was trembling a bit. It made him wanna go soft on him, cut back on the teasing.
Dream began to pour lube between George's asscheeks, allowing it to drip down and pool at his hole. The sight of his rim fluttering and trying to swallow up the liquid making his breathing go unsteady.
"Alright, you ready, George?"
Dream then spoke as he put the bottle of lube on the bed, throwing a glance at George who was nodding in response, giving him the green light to go ahead.
Dream bit down on his bottom lip, before eagerly pushing his index finger into George's needy hole. Listening as George gasped softly before a soft moan escaped him.
Dream could hardly breathe as he kept pushing his finger further into his hole, struggling just to fit the digit in the tight space. Wondering how the hell he'd ever be able to fit something as big as his own dick.
"Wait, wait, Dream, stop-"
George then got out, moving his hand back to grab onto Dream's wrist. Panting softly as he kept Dream from moving any further.
"What is it? Does it hurt?"
Dream asked, concern lacing his voice.
"It's just, big.."
George whined, his trembling hand barely gripping Dream's wrist.
"George, that's just my finger."
Dream spoke, nearly breaking into laughter at how sensitive George was.
"Can you really not handle even my finger?"
George groaned in response, releasing his wrist before grabbing onto the bedsheets instead.
"It's not my fault you have huge hands."
"Oh my god.."
Dream mumbled as he shook his head at him, thrusting his finger in a bit deeper and making George give out a soft cry as his body trembled.
"You're gonna need so much prep, George.."
Dream mumbled, pulling his finger back out before pushing it back in again. Watching as some lube spilled out of George's hole as it was too tight to fit so much liquid alongside Dream's big finger.
"My dick is gonna absolutely destroy you."
Dream added, making George whine softly as he shook below his touch. Pushing his ass up to meet another thrust of his finger as he was getting a bit more used to the stretch.
As he kept fingering George, Dream placed his other hand firmly on George's lower back to keep him in place. He then pushed his index finger all the way in, going deeper than before. Listening as George whined softly at the feeling of his ring pushing past his rim.
Dream felt a bit dumb for forgetting to remove his ring first, but watching George's hole swallow it up made him grateful he'd kept it on. It was so hot to watch, and it was even hotter watching it get pulled back out again as he pulled out his finger, feeling his rim try to suck the ring back inside.
"Fuck.."
Dream mumbled under his breath as he pushed his finger back inside. Shutting his eyes for a moment as he began to fuck George with his one finger, moving more easily with each thrust as his hole was getting more used to him. Listening to George's pretty moans and whimpers and thinking about how absolutely wrecked he'd be by his actual dick. Especially since he could barely handle one single finger.
Dream soon moved onto fitting two fingers inside of George, moving slowly as to not hurt him. Noticing how George would tense up at the added stretch of his second finger before softly whining,
"Dream.."
"Shh, it's okay.. you're doing great, George."
Dream mumbled soothingly, pushing his fingers in and out of him as he added,
"You got this."
Feeling George tremble slightly as he let out a soft cry. It was driving Dream absolutely insane, listening to all of his noises and watching the way his facial expressions displayed his emotions. The way he'd try to bite back his noises, making his lips turn red and wet with saliva. The way his brows remained knitted as he'd whine and plead softly.
Dream couldn't wait to thrust his dick so deep inside of him George would choke on his own breath.
He was gonna absolutely wreck him.
Dream kept pushing his two fingers in and out of George for a while before adding a third. Noticing how George was getting more and more out of breath with each thrust of his fingers, his hands grasping at the bedsheets as he shook below his touch.
Watching him made Dream feel impatient, making him move his fingers a bit faster as if it would help stretch him out quicker. Listening as George cried out his name in response, his hand going back to grab Dream's wrist again.
"Dream sto- that's too fast, I can't-"
Dream slowed down his movements at George's pleading, mumbling a quick apology before wetting his lips.
Dream then pulled his fingers out of him, decided that George was ready for the real deal. Wiping his lube drenched fingers on the bedsheets and adjusting the ring on his index finger before moving his hands down to undo his pants again. Pulling out his own leaking cock which looked as if it was ready to burst at any moment. He just hoped he'd get to enjoy this for a bit before that. It would be a shame if he finished as soon as he finally gets to push inside of George.
"You ready, George?"
Dream asked as he used one hand to guide George's ass to the right position, whilst lining up his dick with his entrance.
"Yes."
George got out, his voice unsteady and already a bit hoarse from all the moaning and previous throat fucking.
He grabbed onto the bedsheets in anticipation, his lips parting with shallow breaths escaping him. His eyes falling shut as he felt Dream begin to push inside of him.
George's jaw fell open in a soundless scream, his entire body tensing up as he forgot how to breathe for a moment.
Dream was fucking huge. His fingers were nothing compared to the size of his actual dick.
It felt like he was tearing him apart from the inside, making George claw at the bedsheets with trembling fingertips as he gasped out a few shaky breaths, his mind going absolutely blank as he could do nothing but feel so intensely he didn't know what to do with himself.
"Dream, Dream- wait- I can't, I-"
George finally got out, a short gasped out breath escaping him as Dream kept tearing up his insides.
"Dream!"
He cried out, making Dream halt his movements.
"What? Are you okay, George?"
Dream asked, sounding out of breath. Struggling to hold still as he wanted to just thrust into George and fuck his brains out.
"It's too big, I can't-"
George whined, his entire body pulsating as he felt so intensely aware of the huge thing pushing into his way too small hole. He couldn't even wrap his head around just how big he was, it turned him into a trembling mess as he wondered if taking such a length up his ass would be an actual safety hazard. What if he actually tears something?
Dream began to shush him to soothe his worries, his hand rubbing up and down George's spine soothingly.
"It's okay, it's okay, you got this, George."
George squeezed his teary eyes shut as he felt Dream pull back out again, whimpering softly as he felt so insanely empty without his dick inside of him. His hole clenching around nothing.
He then felt Dream pour some more lube on his hole, before putting some on his own dick. He then put the bottle back on the bed before lining himself up with his hole once again.
"You'll get used to it, okay? Just breathe, George. You're so tense."
Dream spoke before pushing back inside of him again, moving slowly as to not hurt him.
George let out a choked out sound as Dream began to fill him up again, grasping at the bedsheets as he practically held his breath.
"I said breathe."
Dream mumbled, running his hand up and down George's spine again.
George gasped out a breath, trying to adjust to the size of Dream. Wanting to make it work so badly as he'd fantasized about this for so long. But truly, no amount of prep or lubricant could've ever made that thing fit effortlessly. He could feel the way Dream had to truly push to fit inside of him, listening to the groans and heavy breathing that escaped Dream from behind the mask.
It made George open his eyes to look back at him. Struggling to hold his heavy lidded eyes open as he took in the sight of the masked man who was pushing his huge dick into his ass.
"Dream.. ah- Dream..."
He moaned softly, getting a bit more used to the stretch as Dream started pushing in and out of him in small, careful movements. Feeling so intensely aware of the fact that it was Dream doing all of this to him, the Dream he'd wanted to do this with for so long.
"You okay, George?"
Dream asked, sounding out of breath. Making sure he didn't want to stop again.
George couldn't even find the words to respond, all he could do was nod as he gave out another unsteady, needy moan.
George's eyes rolled back as another moan slipped out of him, feeling Dream trying to move in and out of him and struggling slightly with the tight space. Swearing under his breath at how good it felt having George's insides hug him so, so tightly, almost as if he wanted to keep him there forever.
"Fuck, you're so tight, George.."
Dream mumbled as he once again ran his hand up and down George's spine in some sort of attempt at calming him down, pushing his large hand under his shirt to expose as much of his skin as possible. Listening as George whimpered out a moan in response to his words.
"Oh, god.."
Dream mumbled under his breath, having to shut his eyes as he kept pushing into the tight space.
George pressed his forehead against the bedsheets below him as Dream began to slide in and out of him at a faster rate, his entire body pulsating and trembling with every thrust. His trembling hands grasping at the bedsheets as a small pool of drool formed right by his face. Tears forming below his shut eyelids as he just took every hard thrust given to him by Dream, turning him into a whimpering mess, unable to form a single proper sentence.
But once he did find his voice again, one single plea managed to slipped out of him,
"Daddy-"
A flustered whine left his lips after uttering the word, almost hoping Dream hadn't heard him as he wasn't sure if he'd find him weird for using such a nickname for him. He'd often plead out for him that way when he's alone and jerking off to the thought of Dream, but actually saying it to the real life him was a whole other level.
"Holy fuck, George.."
Dream responded, sounding out of breath. His big hand pressing on George's back to hold him down as he thrusted into him harder than before. A moan slipping out of him before he mumbled,
"Did you actually just call me that?"
George groaned in embarrassment, trying to hide his face in his arm.
"Say it again, George."
George contemplated if maybe he should tease him, pretend like Dream had just been hearing things and he had no idea what he was talking about.
But then the idea of actually saying it again turned him on more, and he was too far gone to wanna play any pranks on Dream.
So he turned his head to glance back at Dream, his lips parting and heavy lidded gaze locking on the mask as he pleaded out,
"Daddy.."
He could practically feel Dream's dick twitch inside of him in response, right as Dream's breath hitched, followed by another hard thrust of his that made George cry out softly as he pushed his cheek against the bedsheets.
"That's so fucking hot, holy shit."
Dream rambled out the words under his breath, his hands holding a hard grasp on George's ass as he started pounding into him, going harder with each thrust.
George cried out at how fast he was going, a string of whimpering moans escaping him as he grasped at the bedsheets. Feeling Dream fuck him like some sort of sex doll, making his eyes roll back as he just took it.
"Dream.."
He pleaded softly, which was met by another hard thrust from Dream, before his masked friend spanked his right asscheek. Making George give out a soft cry as Dream left another stinging large handprint on his skin.
"Feel good, George?"
Dream then asked, sounding out of breath. Making George whine softly before nodding. Turning his head to look back at Dream again. Wanting even more of him, wanting to look at that masked face as he was pounding into him.
"Dream.."
He whined once again, something that Dream barely paid attention to as he just kept fucking him harder. Making George whimper out a string of moans as his hand searched for Dream's wrist. Finally grabbing onto it before wrapping his hand around his big thumb.
"Dream, please.. stop.."
Dream halted his movements at his plea, clearly a bit confused as to why he was being asked to stop suddenly.
"What? Why?"
He asked, sounding out of breath.
"I wanna- I wanna look at you."
George got out.
"You want me to take the mask off?"
Dream asked, making George shake his head,
"No!"
He said, making it quite clear just how much he loved the thing.
"Keep- keep the mask, just, change position."
George mumbled, feeling red all over from his embarrassing request.
"Alright, fine."
Dream mumbled, sounding almost a bit pissed off. His hands grabbing George before roughly turning him over to lay on his back instead. Grabbing George's wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand before dipping down, hovering with his masked face right above George's.
"You wanna face the mask, huh, George?"
He spoke, using his free hand to line himself up with George's hole again before thrusting back inside of him without a warning. Making George cry out softly as he tipped his head back.
"Is this what you want?"
Dream spoke, going rough on him, making George's head spin as his eyes slipped shut.
He then felt Dream release the grip on his wrists to move his hand to his neck instead, wrapping his fingers around it and holding a gentle pressure there.
"Look at me, George."
Dream demanded, thrusting into him hard and deep. Making George whimper out another moan as he strained to keep his eyes open and locked on Dream. His head spinning as Dream was nearly choking him, which managed to turn him on even more.
"This is what you wanted, you asked for it, so keep your eyes on me, George."
George could barely breathe from feeling so turned on. Dream was acting rough with him cause he was clearly offended over the fact that George wanted the mask instead of his real face, but he didn't understand how much of a fantasy this was for George. And now that fantasy had gotten even better, as rough, aggressive Dream was another fantasy of George's. He's always loved it when Dream gets angry with people, when he'll curse them out and turn aggressive. Having him act this way in bed was truly a dream come true for him.
George kept his eyes on the mask as Dream leaned back a bit, moving his hand from being around George's throat to grab his chin. He then traced his bottom lip with his thumb, pressing down on it to part George's lips. Feeling his panting breath against his thumb. He then stuck the digit into his mouth before pressing down on his tongue, making George whine in response.
"Such a little brat, so demanding."
Dream mumbled, pulling his thumb out of George's mouth again before using his hand to grab George's right wrist to pin it down above his head. He then began to pound into him harder, making George's eyes roll back as embarrassing cries and whimpers escaped him, mixing with the sounds of Dream's heavy breathing and strained moans.
"Dream- that's too- it's too deep-"
George pleaded out, feeling Dream so deep inside of him he could've sworn he was reaching his actual belly.
Wondering if he was in fact deep enough, George moved a trembling hand down to his lower belly, keeping it there as Dream thrusted back into him once more. A soft gasp escaping George as he could feel the way it bulged out at his abdomen.
Dream was actually penetrating him deep enough that he could feel him bulge out at the front.
"Oh my god.."
George whimpered, glancing down to see it with his own eyes. His head spinning at the sight as Dream pushed in and out of him. Watching the way it would bulge out at his lower belly whenever Dream would push back inside of him.
"Dream.."
He got out, mesmerized by how deep inside of him he was.
"What?"
Dream mumbled in response, sounding quite out of it. Panting behind the mask as he was going hard on him.
"You're so deep.."
George mumbled airily, moving his hand up to push some hair out of his face as a shaky moan slipped out of him. Struggling to keep his eyes open and locked on Dream. Yet he didn't wanna look away from him for a single second, as he wanted to remember this visual forever. A masked Dream fucking him so hard he could barely think properly.
"Oh, fuck."
He heard Dream mumble behind the mask, as his big hand placed on the very spot where he was bulging out at George's lower belly. Having discovered what George was whining about.
"Is that me? Am I doing that?"
Dream spoke, pulling back out and watching the bulge go away before he thrusted back inside of him, going as deep as he could. Making George give out a soft cry as Dream watched the way it bulged out at the front again.
"Fuck.."
Dream mumbled under his breath, repeating another thrust as he held his hand on that exact spot, just to feel the way it bulged out against his hand. His head spinning at the feeling of it, feeling so turned on he nearly came right then and there.
"If I fill you up with cum right here I can make you look pregnant, George.."
Dream spoke his thoughts out loud, making George whine as his face grew even hotter than before. Some precum spilling out of his dick at the thought of Dream filling him up so much it would leave him looking like he was carrying his child.
"Please.. Dream.."
He whined in response to Dream's words, wanting nothing more than for his masked friend to follow through with those thoughts.
"Oh yeah? You'd like that, George?"
Dream spoke as he moved in and out of him once again. Making George whimper in response, wanting to keep him as deep inside as possible to make sure he'd fill him up good. Clenching around his length whenever Dream would thrust back inside of him.
"Oh, you really want it."
Dream mumbled as he noticed the way George kept clenching around him with every thrust. Biting his bottom lip behind the mask as he pushed in as deep as possible.
He was gonna make sure George would get his wish. He'd do anything to make him happy.
"Dre-"
George got out as he moved his unsteady hand to place on Dream's chest as he clenched around him once again. Feeling the fabric of his hoodie below his fingertips as he ran his hand up to his mask. Cupping the mask with his hand and holding it there as he let out a high pitched, strained moan. Precum leaking from his own dick onto his stomach as Dream kept pounding into him with that lifeless, smiling mask staring right at him. The sight alone made his eyes roll back as it was almost too much to handle.
"Dream, Dream, Dream.."
He moaned, feeling in absolute disbelief over the fact that he was actually having sex with Dream. His Dream. It was the most unreal feeling he'd ever felt, yet he'd never felt so present in his entire life before. It was a moment he never wanted to end.
"Say something, Dream.."
He then pleaded, feeling just how close he was to coming. He just needed to hear his voice whilst looking at that mask, wanting to truly see and feel that this was Dream. It wasn't just a mask, it was the actual, real Dream.
"What do you want me to say?"
Dream responded, making George whine softly as he barely knew the answer himself.
"My name."
He then got out, as he'd always loved it when Dream would say his name, making it sound like the prettiest name on earth.
"Oh, Georgeee.."
Dream teased, using the voice he'd use during their manhunts together. Taunting him.
George grasped at the fabric of Dream's hoodie as he let out an embarrassing cry in response to the taunt, struggling to keep his heavy lidded eyes open and locked on Dream as the whole thing pushed him over the edge. A faint attempt at moaning out Dream's name slipping out of him right as he reached his climax.
His entire body shook as he threw his head back with a strained, moaning scream escaping him, a sound that anyone in the house would definitely hear. Moving his arm to cover his forehead, his parted lips pressing against his own bicep as a tear rolled down his cheek. His orgasm washing over him like a wave, making his toes curl as his body shook. Cum spilling from his dick onto his own stomach. Pushing his face into his arm to hide his embarrassing expression as he just kept coming and coming, gasping out moans and whimpers as Dream slowed down his thrusting.
"You're so fucking pretty when you cum, George. Fuck."
Dream rambled out under his breath, making George whine softly at the praise, his mind spinning as he felt lightheaded after his intense orgasm.
"Holy fuck you're clenching around me so hard I can barely move.."
Dream mumbled, leaning over him as he tried to keep moving in and out of George.
"How close are you, Dream?"
George managed to get out, his voice airy as it felt like he was floating on some sort of clouds.
"Really close, just a little bit more, can you handle a bit more, princess?"
Dream asked, making George groan at the nickname. Pushing his hand through his own hair as he opened his teary, heavy lidded eyes. Looking right at Dream as he spoke,
"Yes, daddy."
His cheeks growing a darker shade of pink at his own bravery for uttering the words, almost wishing Dream wasn't wearing the mask just then so he could see his flustered, turnt on expression from hearing those words.
Dream tipped his head forward as he swore under his breath, the words hitting him hard.
"Fuck, I almost just came right then and there."
He got out, before pushing back into George with a hard thrust. Making George whine at the sudden movement.
He then watched as Dream started pounding into him again. Feeling sensitive and spent as he'd thrust in and out of him, making George cry out softly with every thrust.
"Keep- keep making those sounds, George."
Dream mumbled, clearly enjoying his cries and whimpering. It made George give out a halfhearted scoff, before doing just as he'd been told. The pornographic noises slipping out of him with every thrust, along with some pretty pleas for his name. And soon enough, Dream was pushed over the edge. His breath hitching in his throat as he made one final, deep thrust. Making George gasp softly as he felt cum begin to spill out inside of him, painting his insides white.
"Oh my god-"
George got out under his breath at the strange sensation, feeling as if Dream was deep enough to put his seed in his actual stomach. His body tingling at the feeling of it, as he looked down to see if his belly was in fact expanding with the amount of cum that Dream was filling him with. Catching the way it bulged out at his lower belly where Dream's dick was, and he could've sworn that he looked a bit more bloated. Dream was actually filling him up with so much cum he was starting to look pregnant.
"Oh my god.."
George mumbled in amazement, his own dick twitching slightly at the visual. Wishing Dream could come inside of him five more times, pump him full with cum and make him feel so filled up he might explode.
"Fuck.."
Dream mumbled under his breath, his mask holding the same expression as it always did whilst he sounded like an exhausted wreck behind it. Panting heavily with his hands trembling slightly from the intense orgasm he'd just had.
George wet his lips as he let his gaze roam the man above him for a moment, trying to take a mental image of him like this. Wanting to remember it forever.
"You really like the mask, huh?"
Dream mumbled, catching George staring.
George couldn't help but nod. He was too far gone to keep up some sort of snarky attitude or pretend like he didn't. He absolutely loved the mask, and couldn't deny how much it turned him on.
Dream leaned down closer to his face, using his hand to lift the mask off just enough to reveal his mouth, then dipping his voice as he spoke,
"I'll make sure to wear it more often, then."
His voice low and seductive. He then pressed a kiss to George's lips, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, pulling the mask down again in the process.
George stared up at him, his lips tingling after the kiss whilst his heart felt like it might leap out of his chest. Somehow, that kiss felt more intimate than what they'd just done together. It made his cheeks heat up as he turned his head to the side, his hand going up to hide his flustered expression.
"Why did you just kiss me, Dream?"
He whined, feeling so exposed all of a sudden.
"Cause I wanted to. Want me to do it again, George?"
Dream asked, making George look up at him. A faint scoff escaping him as he bit back a 'yes' before it could slip out of him. He then groaned as he tipped his head back, feeling so out of it after Dream had practically fucked his brains out. His stomach feeling so full as he proudly kept Dream's load there.
"Fine. Kiss me, idiot."
George then got out as a response to Dream's question, daring a glance up at Dream who was already dipping back down again to kiss him. Lifting the mask up to reveal his lips once more before pressing their lips together. Making George moan softly into the kiss, before parting his lips against Dream's tongue. Feeling the way he was licking into his mouth, their tongues mingling as George's hands went up to grab onto Dream's broad shoulders. Another soft moan slipping out of him, falling onto Dream's tongue as he deepened the kiss.
George's face burned hot as they kept making out, feeling both excited and worried about their future together. Excited, because this might've just opened a whole new door for the two of them, and he might get to do this with Dream again. But worried, since Dream now knows his weakness, his weird little mask fetish. And he can use it to his advantage whenever he wants to. And that's dangerous. Really, really dangerous.
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Bonus:
George ruffled his wet hair with the towel he wore around his neck, having just stepped out of the shower he'd taken once him and Dream had finished having sex. It still felt surreal to him that they'd actually done it, that it hadn't just been another fantasy of his. It made his mind wander off as he stood waiting for the microwave to finish heating up his leftovers, thinking back on what they'd just done with his face growing hot every time he thought about it. The noises he'd made, the absolute rawness of the situation. Dream had gotten to see a side of him he'd never shown anyone else before.
The soft ding of the microwave brought him back out of his thoughts, blinking a few times as he reached for the button to open the microwave. Feeling slightly clumsy as he did so, his mind not fully there yet.
He also felt overall lightheaded and weak after what they'd been doing. He knew he definitely needed some food to refuel after that, but once he's eaten he'll go straight to bed and sleep for 20 hours straight. Hopefully by the time he wakes up his throat and ass won't be aching as much. Dream really did a number on him.
"Hey."
George nearly dropped his plate of food at Dream's sudden voice right next to his ear. It made his face flush pink, as Dream had crept up from behind him before leaning down to whisper in his ear, moving so silently he hadn't even heard him coming.
"You're such an idiot."
George mumbled as he swatted lazily at Dream. Unable to meet his gaze now when he was maskless again. Those eyes felt like they could pierce his very soul whenever he'd stare into them, a feeling he found exhilarating yet overwhelming.
"Did I scare you, George?"
Dream asked, teasing him. Grinning down at the boy in front of him with this stupid smug grin that George rolled his eyes at.
"No."
George mumbled with a faint scoff, turning back to his plate of food. Drawing a deep, unsteady breath through his nostrils as he felt Dream's newly washed scent wrap his senses. He loved the way he smelled after a shower, it was the type of smell he wanted to bury his nose in and never leave.
As George was distracted by his thoughts, Dream leaned over him to grab a fry off his plate. Something George only noticed once Dream had put it between his own lips, chewing happily.
"Hey, stop! You're not allowed to steal my food, Dream!"
George scolded him as he moved the plate away, annoyed by the fact that he now had one less fry than before.
"Oh come on. George! You're really not gonna let me eat your food, even now? Even after I've been pounding your ass like-"
"Stop!"
George exclaimed, his face heating up again as he began to walk off with the plate. But Dream was quick to grab his waist, pulling him back to speak into his ear again. Holding him close with one firm grip on his hip, as the other hand placed against his chest, resting right on top of his heart.
"What if I say please? Will you give it to me if I ask nicely, George?"
George felt his knees go weak below him from the tone of Dream's voice, the way he whispered the words right next to his ear whilst holding him so close, making his back press against Dream's chest. He really knew how to get to him, knew his every weakness.
"Dream.."
George whined, his eyes falling shut and lips parting, feeling Dream's breath ghost his ear.
"Could you guys stop fucking having sex everywhere?"
Dream and George immediately parted at the sound of Sapnap's voice, both of them turning around to watch their friend walk over to the fridge.
"And the next time you guys fuck in George's room could you tell me beforehand so I don't have to hear your stupid 'oh oh Dream oh Dream fuck me harder daddy Dream'?!"
Dream and George both stared at Sapnap, the two of them turning red as the realization dawned on them that Sapnap had probably heard that whole thing, as his room was right next to George's with only a thin wall separating the two.
There was a painful moment of silence before George found it was just too much for him to handle. A faint,
"Oh my god.."
Slipping out of him as he walked out of the room with his plate of food. Deciding he couldn't face Sapnap after what he'd heard.
So, Dream was left cleaning up their mess. Pressing his lips together as he walked up to Sapnap. Trying to seem calm and collected whilst he was absolutely dying of embarrassment on the inside.
"Sorry you had to, uhm.. hear that. We'll, uh, use my room next time."
Dream mumbled, making Sapnap nod as he looked into the fridge, clearly looking for something to eat.
"So, are we cool?"
Dream asked, holding his hand out for Sapnap to shake.
Sapnap looked at Dream's hand, a faint grimace settling into his features.
"I'm not touching that hand, I know where it's been and I know you don't wash your hands."
Dream balled his hand into a fist as he felt a flush of embarrassment wash over him again, watching Sapnap grab a soda from the fridge before shutting it again. An awkward chuckle escaping Dream as he ruffled his damp hair with his hand instead.
"I did wash my hands. I just showered, actually."
He then mumbled in his own defense, right as Sapnap began to exit the kitchen again.
"Bet it still smells like George's ass."
Sapnap responded right as he left the room, making Dream pull a slight grimace at his harsh words.
Oh well, maybe he can buy him something later to earn his forgiveness.
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