Before they had gotten into a relationship, George knew all too well Dream had a lot of sexual fantasies.
George is willing to try anything, really, as long as he's with Dream. So, today they are experimenting. They have a free day and Dream has been horny since this morning. All George wants to do is to sleep in, without having a dick press against his lower back or ass. They didn't have sex, but as they're laying on the couch, Dream turns his head to look at the boy in front of him.
"Do you wanna try something new?" Dream asks as he pets George's head.
His head is on Dream's chest, trying to fall asleep on him. He lifts his head up and rests it on his arms, looking at his boyfriend.
"What do you have in mind?" he asks.
Dream smiles, continuing to pet him.
"Well... do you wanna do it today?"
George shrugs, nodding.
"Okay, well," Dream smirks as he cups George's face.
His beautiful eyes look up at him as if he's a puppy looking at his owner; curious, innocent, and trusting. That's one of the main things he likes about George; he trusts him.
"I want you on all fours," he says as George already starts smiling.
"On the table," he continues.
"And I'm going to milk you so hard," he smirks, George smiling even wider at the thought.
"And I'm going to catch all of your cum in a jar, then cum in it myself, and—"
"Make me drink it?" George asks, his head falling sideways onto Dream's hand.
Dream's eyes widen slightly. What an amazing suggestion.
"Yes, love. I'll make you drink it," he smiles.
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Twenty minutes later, the wooden table is cleaned, and George is on it, on all fours. His knees don't hurt, yet, and he has a blindfold on. Obviously, he's naked, slightly scared of what's going to happen. The curtains of their living room have been closed a long time ago, though the living room is still lit from the sun shining through the thin fabric.
George can hear Dream walking around, patiently waiting for literally whatever. He then hears something being placed underneath him, which must be a glass jar. He bites his bottom lip to hide his smile. Or was it to hide that he's scared?
"You okay, George?" Dream asks, standing in front of his boyfriend.
He nods at the voice in front of him. He'd die to see Dream right now, but being blindfolded makes it a tad bit more exciting.
He then feels Dream press his lips against his and they share a kiss before Dream walks over to the other side.
"When you say 'stop', I'll stop, okay? That's our safeword, understood?" Dream asks as he places his hands on George's calves, running them up his legs.
"Understood," George nods.
He feels Dreams hands travel up to his ass, massaging his buttocks. So far, so good.
He runs his hands up and down his lower back and ass, inhaling deep as Dream squeezes one of his cheeks. He hears a bottle being opened, which must be the lube.
A second later, he feels something cold against his balls, and it travels up towards his hole. He hisses as Dream pushes in his finger, feeling his other hand pull one of his cheeks to the side, giving him more access.
"Feel good, love?" he asks as he presses his lips against his cheek.
George nods, and then feels a hand wrap around his cock. He hardens under his touch and breathes out as he craves more friction. He slightly bucks his hips so Dream would start moving, and luckily he got the hint.
Dream takes out his finger halfway and pushes it back in. He starts moving his hand, rubbing his thumb against the head of his cock. George moans softly as he can feel his boyfriend finger-fuck him.
Then, he slowly takes out his finger and removes his hand from his cock, and George can hear the bottle opening once again. It's being placed on the table after he's done with it and George feels a cold hand wrap around his cock once again.
"Fuck, Dream... can't you just fuck me?" he asks, slightly bucking his hips into Dream's hand.
Dream grins and moves his hand again, pulling his boy's foreskin back, exposing his head. He runs his thumb over the slit, earning a groan from George. He doesn't answer his question as he pushes in a slick finger into George's hole once again, jacking him off and finger-fucking him at the same time.
George lowers his head as he's moaning from Dream's touch, wanting more. He presses back against Dream's finger, lowering himself so he was resting on his elbows. Dream wasn't having any of that.
"Up," he demands as he's taking his hand off of George's cock, slapping his arm.
George groans as he lifts himself up, his head still low between his shoulders. He places himself on his hands, then feels Dream wrap a hand around him again. He pushes in another finger, and George moans at the feeling.
"Mm, Dream... fuck me, please," he practically begs.
Dream grins and shakes his head, even though George couldn't see it.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he says as he continues wanking and finger-fucking him.
He grins again at the little whimpers and moans George lets out, his cock reddening. Dream squeezes his cock just a bit tighter as he keeps rubbing his thumb against the tip of his dick.
He presses in his fingers all the way until it reaches his knuckles, and moves his fingertips, earning a loud moan from his sub.
"Fuck, Dream, please," he lets out.
Dream keeps rubbing his prostate while also rubbing the palm of his hand against George's cock, George letting out high-pitched whimpers. He bucks his hips again and then Dream stops.
He chuckles softly, looking at the moaning mess underneath him. He starts to jack him off again, fingering him as well.
"Dream, I want to cum, please," he sulks, grinding his teeth together.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard, George," Dream reassures him.
He pushes in a third finger, opening up his boyfriend's hole.
"You're so good for me, George," he praises.
He hears a low groan coming from his boy's throat, knowing the more he praises his boyfriend, the faster he'll cum.
"You're so tight, George," he continues.
He presses his fingers against his prostate again and George gasps. He moans as he bucks his hips into Dream's hand around his cock.
"So needy for me, huh? You wanna cum, baby?" he asks.
George nods rapidly.
"Use your words, love."
"I wanna cum, Dream, please," he begs, the feeling of his boyfriend jerking him off while he rubs his fingers against his prostate almost being too much.
Of course, Dream then has to stop rubbing his prostate and continues sliding in and out of him. George continues moaning, still. He adds a fourth finger, George moaning and whimpering underneath him. Dream smiles at the pain and pleasure he is giving.
"Mhm, Dream, please, I've been good," George breathes out.
"I've been a good boy."
Dream grins at his words. George, a puppy? He could've guessed, to be honest.
"You've been a very good boy, George. Such a good puppy for me, aren't you?" Dream asks, pushing in his fingers all the way to his knuckles again.
"Yes... m— uh—" he stutters out, letting out a moan instead.
"Go on," Dream says as he twists his hand, taking back his foreskin all the way, exposing his fragile head, and bouncing it up and down so it'd touch his stomach.
George moans at the tiny bit of friction against his head, his nails starting to dig into the wooden table.
"Yes, master. I've been a good pup," he groans as he feels Dream press his fingers against his prostate.
"Good puppies cum in a jar, y'know?" Dream smirks.
George nods heavily and starts breathing harder by the minute. Dream presses his fingers against his prostate and rubs his fingertips against it, quickly jacking off his sub.
"Go on, pup, cum for me," Dream says as he watches the boy underneath him starting to tremble.
He bucks his hips and moans as he lowers his head, trying to look at himself cum in the jar, unluckily not able to do so because of the blindfold.
"Oh, fuck, Dream," he moans as digs his nails into the wooden table, feeling himself releasing by just the boy's touch.
He continues bucking his hips as Dream doesn't stop rubbing his prostate and moving his hand. He keeps wanking him off and occasionally slides his fingers in and out.
"Dream, Dream!" George moans loudly as he keeps cumming in the jar beneath him.
It's a beautiful sight for Dream. His boy groaning and moaning as he finger-fucks him, not stopping with jerking him off. He could say their safeword anytime but he doesn't. He'd stop as soon as he'd say their safeword, but he just simply doesn't, so Dream keeps going, overstimulating the smaller boy.
"Good boy!" Dream praises him as he watches George fill up the jar at least an inch.
He doesn't know how much cum he can get out of a boy if he just keeps jerking him off. The overstimulation is almost too much for George, but apparently not enough for him to say 'stop'.
He continues moaning loudly as he feels all of his seed leaving his body. Eventually, he groans and starts fucking himself against Dream's fingers. Dream rubs his thumb across his slit multiple times, sending George over the edge.
"Mm, fuck! Dream! I can't anymore!" he groans, his elbows almost giving in.
"You're such a good boy, George. Do you want me to stop?" he asks as he watches the last bits of cum dribble out of his cock, into the jar.
"Yes, stop, please," he sighs, letting out one last moan as Dream slowly removes his fingers.
His elbows give in and he falls on the table with his chest. Dream quickly takes the jar from underneath him and walks over to where George's head is. George is panting as his knees slowly slide down as well, resting his forehead on his arms.
Dream places the jar next to him and tugs at the blindfold, taking it off. George lifts his head and gives a weak smile as he watches Dream take the blindfold off of him and leave it on the floor.
"Do you think you can suck me off, baby?" Dream asks as he slides down his boxers.
"Yes, master," George looks up at him.
His cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are watering as he lifts himself a bit up, reaching for Dream's cock. He was leaking pre-cum already and moans as George wraps his lips around him.
He bobs his head back and forth, looking up at his boyfriend with big eyes through his eyelashes. Dream places a hand on his head and follows his movements, letting out a moan as George's lips turn red from sucking his cock.
"God, fuck, George, I'm gonna cum," Dream breathes out.
He watches George focus on his cock and he groans as he squeezes his balls. Quickly, he takes his cock out of his mouth and George watches him jack himself off into the jar.
"Fucking hell," Dream moans, his head falling back as he empties his balls into the jar.
Their cum is mixed together and obviously, there was way more of George's, but they don't mind that at all. Dream groans as he squeezes out every last bit he could give, then locks eyes with George. George smiles at him with a bit of drool and pre-cum at his bottom lip and Dream smiles back at him.
"Sit," Dream demands as he takes a step away from the table.
George slides off the table to the ground, sitting on his knees in front of Dream. Dream cups his chin and lifts it to make him look up at him and he automatically opens his mouth.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Dream says as he raises the glass jar.
George sticks out his tongue and the first bits of cum land on it. He tries to smile as Dream forcefully tugs his chin, just once, smiling back at him. Dream tilts the glass jar further and further, watching the cum build up in George's pretty mouth. There's a bit on his lips but he doesn't seem to mind as he closes his mouth and licks his lips as soon as the jar is empty.
He doesn't swallow yet as Dream scoops out a bit more with his fingers. Then, as Dream licks off his own fingers, George swallows all he had in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend.
"God, you're so fucking hot," Dream says in almost a whisper.
He stoops down to press their lips together, tasting himself and George as they circle their tongues. They let go of each other after a minute or so and smile.
"That was hot," George chuckles as he stands up.
Dream chuckles with him and wraps him in his arms.
"So... about the whole puppy thing?" he looks down at his boyfriend.
George chuckles again and buries his face in his boyfriend's shoulder, placing his hands on his back.
"We'll continue that later, okay?" he suggests.
Dream kisses the top of his head and nods.
"I'm sure we will."
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