A Lesson In Listening
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dnf / 6.2K words / 18+ mature / one chapter
(inspired by the recent DNF Madrid stream and their insane size difference)
“What, now you’re just not gonna talk to me?” George repeated the question, this time with different wording as he waved a hand in front of Dream’s face to try and get him to speak, letting out a scoff when it didn’t work. “Seriously, Dream?”
“Just wait until we get back to the room,” Dream spoke barely above a whisper, making George have to lean in to hear him properly. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say to you, then.”
His bodyguard’s scowl quickly turned into a mischievous smirk, making him pull back quickly to sit straight up against his seat, turning away from him to look out the window. He brought his hands up to his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly to try and tame the blush when he felt his face beginning to heat up.
“Whatever.” The blonde chuckled quietly at George’s response, only further flustering the elder. He had been on Dream’s bad side before, and there was no denying it; he knew just how fucked he was.
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Dream is George's bodyguard, and George is annoyed when he's quickly whisked away from his fans during a live stream. He sasses Dream on the way to the hotel, and it's there that he's put in his place
warnings: light degradation, choking, manhandling, edge play, dom/sub undertones, tickling, mature themes, pure hotel sex without much plot
“Seriously, you need to end the stream,” George heard the low rumble of a whisper from behind him, soft lips hovering just over his ear and sending a chill down his spine. “This is getting out of hand.”
He rolled his eyes when he felt two large hands hook over his shoulders, a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he tilted his head back to meet the gaze of his bodyguard. The blonde towered over him, only locking eyes for a second with raised eyebrows before turning back to assess the crowd, which was quickly growing larger by the second.
George turned his attention back to the crowd too, looking at what seemed like at least a hundred people. They were all yelling his name, words blurring together as the Spanish speaking fans rapidly shouted out and tried to get his attention. George prided himself on being an incredibly fast learner, picking up Spanish quicker than he had anticipated. But even with all of his knowledge, it was still hard to understand, and it made it harder to focus on what was being said, with everything seemingly being jumbled together into one collective scream.
“The car is coming, right? It’s fine, Dream.” George mumbled under his breath with his head turned towards Dream before quickly turning back to the fans in front of him, holding his camera pole steady so that the stream could see the interactions as he smiled for pictures. A few minutes went by of him stumbling his way through broken Spanish, doing his best to focus on the person that was in front of him rather than the nudging he was receiving into his back every few seconds when the car eventually arrived.
“It’s here,” Dream leaned down towards George’s ear again, this time speaking louder so that he knew the boy would hear, even over all of the screaming. “George, let’s go.”
He felt a hand wrap around his arm and quickly shoved it off, continuing to meet fans and take pictures with them. George couldn’t tell, but Dream realized quickly that the crowd was only growing in size, and knew he couldn’t let the brunette have another minute to spare. Dream wrapped both hands around George’s biceps from behind, pulling him to the side with force and pushing him through the crowd towards the black car parked on the side of the street.
“T-Thank you! Gracias!” George tried to fight against Dream’s hold as he was guided through the wave of people, trying his best to thank them and keep a smile plastered on his face as he was forced to continue on. A few moments later they reached the car, and Dream stretched an arm over his shoulder to grab at the door handle, opening it for the smaller boy and pushing him in quickly, following closely behind. He carefully closed the door and cracked the windows so that George could say his final goodbyes, and then they were driving down the street, the crowd fading quickly from view as he was whisked away.
“You could’ve let me stay a little longer, you didn’t have to be so rude.” George spat out as he turned to look out the window, rolling it up and leaning his head against it once it was fully closed.
“It was getting to a dangerous amount of people, George. This is a new place. We don’t know the area yet, too many people were spreading the location info-“
“Okay and?” George interrupted, turning his head around to face Dream, staring daggers at the blonde as he watched him clear his throat and roll his shoulders, leaning forward with a frustrated scowl on his face. He held a finger up, pointing it inches from George’s face as he opened his mouth to continue. But he stopped, dropping it suddenly and leaning back against the seat, pressing his lips together in a tight line instead.
“Did you wanna say something?” George questioned Dream, getting no response or even acknowledgment that he’d even heard the question. The brunette didn’t expect this reaction, so used to getting a rise from Dream, and wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. George tilted his head slightly, looking him up and down before letting out a deep sigh with a mix of annoyance and frustration.
“What, now you’re just not gonna talk to me?” George repeated the question, this time with different wording as he waved a hand in front of Dream’s face to try and get him to speak, letting out a scoff when it didn’t work. “Seriously, Dream?”
“Just wait until we get back to the room,” Dream spoke barely above a whisper, making George have to lean in to hear him properly. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say to you, then.”
His bodyguard’s scowl quickly turned into a mischievous smirk, making him pull back quickly to sit straight up against his seat, turning away from him to look out the window. He brought his hands up to his cheeks, rubbing them soothingly to try and tame the blush when he felt his face beginning to heat up.
“Whatever.” The blonde chuckled quietly at George’s response, only further flustering the elder. He had been on Dream’s bad side before, and there was no denying it; he knew just how fucked he was.
The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent, with George refusing to face Dream at any and all costs, even when he had to exit the car behind him. He kept his head down, watching his feet walk one in front of the other as he followed Dream into the hotel. They were silent as they both loaded into the elevator, standing on opposite sides of the small enclosed area and refusing to make eye contact the whole ride up to the eighth floor. The walk to the room was no different, both men staying on either side of the hallway until they reached their room.
Dream walked up to the door, swiping the card and waiting for the little beep and green light to follow before pushing down on the handle and opening it for George. The brunette lifted his head briefly, giving Dream a single nod to thank him before stepping through the door frame. He was barely three steps in the room when he heard it click behind him, feeling a strong hand grip his arm and yank him backwards forcefully. His back was flat against the door a second later, with both of his wrists held tightly in both of Dream’s hands above his head as he towered over him. George blinked in confusion, trying to allow his brain to catch up with the situation that was quickly unfolding before him, but finding it hard to do so when there were piercing green eyes staring down at him.
“D-Dream, I-”
“What, are you sorry now?” Dream let out a low giggle as he watched George look up at him in confusion, letting out a high pitched whine at the question. He shrugged his shoulders, a slow nod following close behind as he finally registered what was happening. “For what? Being a brat? Putting yourself in danger by not listening? Interrupting me? Which one, George?”
“I…I- Just- I don’t know, all of it!” George pouted, leaning his head back to rest against the door as he looked up at the blonde. Dream shook his head slowly, the corners of his smirk rising higher as he let out another giggle, flashing a toothy grin at him.
“Poor baby. You don’t know how fucked you are, do you?”
George let out a whimper as Dream transferred his left wrist to join the right, squirming when the blonde began to trace his newly available hand down George’s left arm, making him burst into frantic giggles at the tickly feeling it left behind. The hand continued its journey down the side of his torso, fingers wiggling slightly as he passed over George’s ribs to make him squeal. He bucked his hips forward as Dream’s hand rested on his hip for a few seconds, groaning when the younger boy giggled and refused to move it down any further.
“Dream, please, I- oh my God. I’m sorry! Please just….mh!” The Brit groaned as Dream cupped him through his shorts, pressing in with the heel of his hand until he felt George begin to grow beneath it. He bucked up again, letting out a high pitched whine when Dream moved his hand away, letting it drop to his side and leaving George to rut pathetically into the air in search of any friction he could get. He chased Dream’s hand with his hips until the taller boy slid a knee between George’s legs, leaning against his right thigh and forcing his small frame back against the door. Dream noticed the way George began to grind against him softly, trying his best to not be caught in action, but being painfully obvious regardless.
“I know, you want me to touch you so bad, don’t you, angel?” George let out another whimper as Dream pushed his knee further up along the door, successfully forcing the smaller boy to balance on his toes as he continued to rut against the knee between his legs. He nodded his head, letting it fall forward against Dream’s chest with a quiet sob. The blonde placed a small kiss to the top of his head, attempting to both relax him and get his full attention. “Come on, use your words for me, please. Like a big boy.”
“Please, I need it! Touch me. Please touch me, I’ll do anything, just….Dream, please!” George lifted his head up as he begged his tall bodyguard, pupils blown wide with arousal. The blonde felt a sense of pride at how quickly George was melting, loving how easy it was to mold him like putty in his hands.
“As tempting as it is to touch you myself, I think you need to earn it. Don’t you agree?” Dream glided his knee up even further, the strain of George’s moan sending warmth straight to his own dick, feeling it twitch within the confines of his boxers.
“What, Dream, I-“
“No. You didn’t listen to me, why should I listen to you?” Dream lifted his free hand from where it was dangling by his side, slipping it into his own pants and giving himself a few tugs to release the building pressure. He smirked as George stared at the action, his tongue darting out to lick against his bottom lip as he watched. “For now you can keep rubbing yourself against my leg, like a cat in heat. After all, you are my little kitten, aren’t you, baby?”
“Nh…y-yes.” George stuttered out as Dream moved his knee slowly from side to side, feeling his dick grow harder at the feeling. His eyes remained on Dream’s hand that was still wrapped around his own member, tugging softly every few seconds to keep his arousal from lessening. Although, the reality was that it wasn’t difficult to keep it up with a squirmy mess like George falling apart in front of him like that.
“You sure are. Just a little baby kitten, huh? A little baby kitten who wants nothing more than for me to wrap my mouth around that pretty little cock of yours.” Dream squeezed at his own, tugging up and twisting his hand over the tip when he reached the head. He let his head fall to the side as his eyes fluttered shut, stroking himself a few more times and only pausing when he heard the older boy let out a high pitched squeak of his own at a well placed rut. Dream opened his eyes, only to be met with the prettiest sight.
George’s head was thrown back against the door, hair sticking to his forehead with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His mouth was partially open, lips slightly parted to let the most beautiful noises Dream had ever heard slip out between them. His hips were moving rhythmically, thrusting up and back at a steady pace against Dream’s knee and furrowing his eyebrows with a moan whenever he managed to rub over the more sensitive areas. George was practically being held up by the leg between his own, only still able to lean with his back against the door because of Dream’s hold on his wrists.
“Jesus, George. You’re such a pretty little whore, grinding against me like this. Pathetic. Imagine if your fans knew I could get you like this.” Dream couldn’t control the thoughts that were slowly forming on his tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself from speaking them into the quiet air of the hotel room. He watched as George flushed at the comment, his cheeks turning a bright pink as he turned his head to hide in one of his triceps. Dream’s eyes zoned in on the milky white skin of George’s neck that was suddenly revealed, noticing the lack of marks and having the immediate need to change it. He leaned in before George could protest, latching his teeth onto the side of his neck, below the back of his jaw bone where he knew was sure to drive the older boy insane.
“Oh fuck, oh please, don’t!” George complained with a whine against the skin of his arm, biting down on it briefly when Dream sunk his teeth in even harder with a moan of his own. “Dream you can’t!”
Dream pulled back, meeting George’s eyes with a wicked grin plastered across his face. The brunette instantly recognized that he took it as a challenge, “And why can’t I? Do I need to remind you that I’m the one making the demands here? You’re the one who’s supposed to be listening to me.”
“They’ll see! Dream, ah!” He yelped when the blonde grazed the now reddened skin once more with his teeth, bringing a shoulder up to try and block the assault on his neck but failing when Dream’s chin stopped him.
“Who, Sapnap? The world's smallest bodyguard who slept through the day and left me alone to deal with you?” He spoke into the skin of George’s neck, biting down briefly before pulling back to continue. “Or is it the fans? Are you that embarrassed to be with me, baby? You don’t want me to mark you up for everyone to see?” He felt George tense at the accusation, pressing a kiss to his neck as he whined through his panic.
“No! No, it’s not like that! You know it’s not like that. You…you know how much I love when you- ah! - leave marks!” His rambling was interrupted by yet another bite, this time closer to the front of his neck, to the side of his Adam's apple.
“Then be a good boy and let me enjoy myself, okay? Let me make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”
George let his weight drop fully onto Dream’s knee, too dazed from the request to be able to even attempt to hold himself up any longer. Dream took it as a sign to continue and began sucking on the wet patch of skin, closing his eyes and running his pointer finger through the precum that was pooling at the head of his own dick. He swiped a finger over the slit of it, pushing down softly and moaning against George’s neck at the feeling. George returned the sound of it with his own moan, higher in pitch but longer than Dream’s had been.
As much as Dream teased George about marking him up for everyone to see, he knew that it wasn’t the most ideal situation for when the streamer would have to be at a live conference in the next few days. He pulled his head back slightly as he contemplated his next move, sliding his hand out from his pants for a moment to yank at the collar of George’s shirt to pull it down, exposing the bones to the cool air of the hotel room and smiling as he watched goosebumps begin to form on the pale skin in front of him.
George let out something that could only be described as an overly dramatic pornstar moan the minute Dream’s lips met the extremely sensitive area under his collarbone, making him writhe as he continued to squeeze his eyes shut tightly with his head thrown back against the door. He pressed his lips together, a loud moan still managing to escape as a tiny voice in the back of George’s mind reminded him that anyone could walk by and hear what they were doing at any given moment.
But he was too far gone to find the will to care. The brunette thought he might die if Dream stopped now. And suddenly, he needed to make sure he wouldn’t.
“You’re- mnh!- you’re just my bodyguard! You- you don’t...you don’t own me.”
“Oh?”
“It’s the truth!”
The hand stretching the collar of his shirt quickly disappeared, flying up to wrap around the smaller boy’s neck and squeezing as he leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and staring at George’s eyelids.
“Open your eyes, George.”
“I…no!”
“Look at me. Now.”
The dark lashes of George’s eyes fluttered as he forced himself to open them, dark brown eyes meeting green ones. Dream adjusted his grip on the older boy’s neck, covering as much area as he could and making George’s head spin. Dream squeezed down hard, the Brit letting out a squeak and taking in a deep breath while he still could.
“You’re mine. You know that, I know that- fuck, even the fans know that,” Dream felt his jaw clench as he spoke, seething at the idea of not having George. “I’ve got you wrapped so tight around my finger, baby, everyone knows that. You’re mine. All mine.”
George nodded his head frantically as Dream gripped his neck tighter, feeling the tips of the long fingers digging into the sides of it as the pressure at the front of his neck began to slowly cut off his flow of air.
“Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.” Dream’s fingers pressed in harder, leaning more of his weight onto George to push the boy back against the door as much as he could and causing George’s face to turn bright red as he gasped for air. Dream released his hold as quickly as he started it, keeping his hand in its place over George’s neck but no longer choking him.
“Yours. I’m…’m all yours.”
Dream hummed in approval, removing his hand completely and allowing it to trail down George’s small frame until it reached the string on his shorts. He used a finger to snake into the waistband of George’s boxers, smiling when the brunette practically jumped out of his skin when his finger grazed the tip of George’s dick. It twitched pathetically in response, making Dream giggle while the brunette groaned in embarrassment.
“Now why can’t you listen to me like that normally, hm?” He questioned, not really expecting an answer from the smaller boy and getting nothing but a whimper in return. “But, you’re right, angel. You’re mine. All mine.”
Dream slipped his middle finger below the waistband to join his pointer, now stroking at the tip of George’s cock with two fingers and watching as his cheeks grew impossibly flushed. He didn’t plan on stopping, only pulling back when George pushed himself up further onto his toes, trying to make rougher contact to relieve more of the pressure building up there. Dream pushed down roughly against the slit on the tip of his dick, making George cry out with a string of protests and drop back down as much as he could at the sudden change in touch, not being able to handle it due to how sensitive he currently was and trying to escape the feeling in any way he could think of.
“No, what happened, Georgie? You wanted it rougher just a second ago, why the sudden change of heart?” Dream pulled his hand away from George briefly to adjust his grip on the brunette’s wrists, not wanting them to slip out from his grasp as he continued to play with his little toy. When he felt they were secure enough to continue, he moved his hand back down, this time reaching his entire hand into George’s pants and wrapping it around where Dream knew he wanted it most. He giggled as he felt George tremble against him.
But George couldn’t reply, only producing tiny gasps and quiet whimpers as Dream’s hand squeezed lightly before giving a few experimental tugs to tease the elder, going impossibly slow. George jerked his hips to the side, the feeling far too overwhelming, having gone from essentially no contact to skin on skin contact, skipping everything between almost immediately. But no matter how hard the boy struggled, Dream refused to relent, keeping a slower pace with his strokes as he leaned forward to connect his mouth against the soft skin of George’s neck once more, this time shoving himself against the opposite side to give it some much needed attention.
“Mmh, I- ah! Dream!” He whined as Dream took the sensitive skin of his neck between his teeth, biting down harshly and sucking in, obviously set on leaving at least one visible mark for the world to see. George was still rutting against the knee between his legs, unable to stop himself even as Dream’s hand was slowly working him over now. The elder was growing impatient, letting out deep moans and high pitched squeals while Dream took his time with the smaller boy, clearly in no hurry to help George get the release he so desperately wanted.
“Hm?” Dream questioned from his place buried in George’s neck, only leaning back to catch his breath before diving back in, his lips latching directly below the dark purple bruise that was quickly forming. He released his grip on George’s length in favor of gripping onto the opposite side of his neck to keep the brunette steady, giggling against his skin when George let out a high pitched cry at the sudden loss of contact.
“No! No, please! Please, Dream! I need it…need you so bad.” The blonde pulled back, hearing the strain in the older boy’s voice and feeling his cheeks flush as he noticed how watery George’s eyes were. His attention was stuck on a stray tear that had managed to escape, rolling down his cheek and leaving a track of dampness in its wake.
Dream quickly brought his thumb up to wipe it away, looking at the teardrop on his finger before he, without thinking, brought it to George’s mouth, smiling when he immediately dropped his jaw open as a welcome invitation. He let his thumb rest over George’s tongue, moaning and tossing his head back when the elder closed his lips around it, sucking like his life depended on it.
“That’s it, baby, fuck. You’re such a good boy, George. I didn’t even have to ask, you just- you knew what to do all on your own. You’re so good for me, angel.” Dream stumbled over his thoughts, mumbling them under his breath as George swirled his tongue around his thumb as if it were the head of his dick, moaning and letting the vibrations from the low tone of voice enhance the feeling for Dream, making it that much more real in his mind.
The blonde felt his own dick twitch in his pants, looking down and seeing the outline of it pressing against the front of his shorts, creating a tent with them and driving himself even more insane than he already felt. It wasn’t until his gaze landed upon the front of George’s shorts, seeing the imprint of the smaller member stretching the black fabric and practically threatening to burst through at any moment, that Dream felt light headed. He reluctantly removed his thumb from George’s mouth, dragging it down his chin and over his neck, running his fingertips over George’s chest and catching a nipple through the thin T-shirt. The older boy let out a squeal and arched into the touch, silently begging for more. Dream pinched the bud between his fingertips, rolling it twice before continuing his journey to where George was begging him to go.
“Are you gonna be good for me the next time I ask you to do something?” Dream lowered his head until his lips rested against George’s left ear, letting his head rest against the older boy’s arms that were still being held above his head, pressed harshly against the wooden door. George nodded his head with a pathetic whine when Dream’s hand finally wrapped back around him once again, tugging at a faster pace than before and making his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling.
“Y-Yes, promise! I promise! Please, just let me cum. Can I cum? Baby, Dream, please, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be good!” George was saying anything he could think of to convince the blonde to let him finish. He’d been in this situation before- he was fairly used to it, not being able to control his brattiness even at the best of times. And more often than not, he was left without release, forced to sit with the weight of the swollen member in his pants into the late hours of the night, a brush of a blanket enough to work him up, and most times, left him in tears.
“I don’t know…you were so rude to me in the car, and all I was doing was trying to talk to you. And now look! You’re the one trying to do the talking, Georgie.” Dream lowered George’s arms slowly from above him, bringing them down until they were pressed against the smaller boy’s chest, still wrapped up in Dream’s grasp. “I think it’s time to see what else that mouth of yours can do.”
Before George had time to process what was happening, he was being forced down onto his knees in front of the bodyguard, coming face to face with the large bulge in Dream’s pants. George was always obsessed with the difference in their size, not being able to stop his mind from focusing on how tiny he must look to Dream from his place down on the floor. He bit his bottom lip and quickly leaned forward, pressing his nose to the side of it and gliding it up and down the clothed shaft a few times. George heard Dream inhale sharply at the feeling, hissing to himself when a large hand tangled into his hair and yanked his head back.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. You’re gonna get me off with that pretty little mouth of yours. If I want you to choke on it, you’re choke on it,” Dream began laying out his demands, smiling down at George as he stared into his wide eyes, pupils blown so big his irises looked completely black, filled only with desperation and need. “Is that clear?”
“Y-Yes, whatever you want.”
“Good boy. And as for you…” Dream lifted his head up, staring at the door as his hand released its hold on the brown hair, instead coming up to tap on his chin in thought. “You can cum. But you’re doing it by your own hand, and you better hope you cum before me, or else you’re losing that privilege.”
George nodded his head, eager to get his mouth on Dream. He wasn’t worried about not cumming, as he’d been right at the edge for most of the duration of their play. His hands darted to the drawstring of Dream’s shorts, undoing it and hooking his pointer fingers into the band of his boxers, giving them a tug downwards and leaning back slightly when Dream’s dick sprang out from them, standing up flat against his tummy.
“Fuck. You’re so big, Dream.” George was practically drooling at the sight of it, wasting no time and pulling it down with one hand to angle it towards himself, taking the whole thing in his mouth on the first try. He felt it hit the back of his throat, retching forward as he gagged but refusing to pull away due to the animalistic growl Dream always seemed to let out through his moan. It was one of George’s favorite sounds that the blonde made, and he wasn’t about to miss out on it because of a small gag reflex issue.
George sat still for a moment, letting himself adjust to the feeling before nodding his head and letting Dream know it was okay to thrust forward. Dream loved to fuck George’s mouth; he had once admitted to George that he almost liked it better than sex itself, and so he was never one to deny the younger boy of experiencing it. Afterall, he loved it just as much as Dream did.
“You’re doing so well, George. Taking me so well, fuck, you’re so gorgeous down there on your knees. Always so pretty with a dick in your mouth, aren’t you?” Dream was saying whatever came to mind as he thrusted forward at a steady pace, George hollowing his cheeks and sucking him dry the best he could.
As Dream threw his head back with another moan, one of the brunette’s hands found its way to his own member, palming himself through his shorts and moaning around Dream’s cock. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure to Dream’s brain, causing him to jerk forward with a hard thrust, making tears prickle at the corner of George’s eyes when he felt the tip hit the back of his throat once more.
“You gonna fuck yourself for me, kitten? Go ahead, show me your pretty little cock. Let me see it. I wanna see how much bigger I am.” Dream demanded, still sounding authoritative even through his labored breathing. He could tell by the warmth slowly growing in his lower abdomen that he was close, but chose to hold off, wanting to see George jerk himself off until he’s a sobbing, blubbering mess below him.
George’s cheeks turned a deep red at the comment but didn’t have to be told twice, continuing to bob his head up and down Dream’s length as he used his hands to pull down his own shorts and boxers, stopping once he felt the cool air hit his skin and moved to wrap a hand around his dick.
He started with slower strokes, taking his time for the first few seconds before he chose a faster pace, closing his eyes shut as he allowed the pleasure to course through his body. George bounced on his knees, unable to stop his hips from stuttering forward as he increased the pace of his tugs, feeling himself nearing the edge already from how worked up he was. He pulled his head back slightly until just the tip of Dream’s dick was resting in his mouth, lapping at the slit as if he were truly a kitten and moaning to send more shockwaves straight to Dream’s head.
“Mh…?” George mewled, opening his eyes briefly to meet Dream’s gaze. Dream knew the brunette was asking for permission to cum, and he brought a hand down to card through the brown locks once more. He twisted a fist into the thick hair, using it as an anchor as he thrust himself into George’s mouth quicker than before, squeezing his eyes shut as a longer moan was pulled from him when George hollowed his cheeks out for the twentieth time.
“Go ahead, let go, angel. Cum for me.”
The second he had permission, he was cumming, and cumming hard. George’s eyes were twisted shut so hard that he swore he saw stars and flashes of different colors exploding behind his eyelids, his hips thrusting up violently as stripes of white landed over his hand and onto his torso. He cried out, lips still around Dream’s dick, which seemingly tipped the blonde that little bit of help he needed to go over the threshold himself.
Dream screamed out, moaning George’s name as his hips snapped forward, gripping harshly into George’s hair and pulling him forward until the smaller boy’s nose was pressed into his pubic hair. He held him there while he rode out the high of his orgasm, trying his best to watch as George came down from his own. The hand that George wasn’t using to help himself through his release was clinging onto Dream’s hipbone for dear life, nails digging into the skin and pushing hard enough to pierce through it.
“Fuck me.” Dream mumbled, slowly softening his grasp on George’s hair and guiding it back until his softening member was free from the warmth of George’s mouth. The elder opened his eyes slowly, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe the cum that was dripping from the corner of his mouth, swallowing what was left and licking his lips to make sure he had gotten rid of it all. He looked down into his lap and at the hand that was still wrapped around himself, wincing and twisting his face up in disgust when he saw the mess he had made. He started shifting from his place on the floor, making a move to stand up but instead being gently pushed back down by the taller man.
“Hold on, my love. Let me get you cleaned up, okay? Stay right there.” George watched as Dream quickly stepped into the bathroom, conveniently only a few steps away, and heard the water running.
“How am I supposed to explain these, Dream?” George giggled out the question as he caught his own reflection in the closet mirror beside him, tilting his head to reveal the love bites Dream had left on his neck.
“The power of makeup, Georgie!” Dream replied, his bubbly laughter bouncing off the tile floors and walls of the bathroom.
George leaned forward and peaked in, watching as Dream cleaned himself off with a washcloth before grabbing a new one from the rack and running it under warm water, turning it off and spinning on his heel to face George. He giggled at the way the brunette immediately sat back on his heels when he was caught, acting as if he hadn’t been spying on the blonde for the last few minutes.
“I’m here, you little idiot. I didn’t go anywhere, I’m right here.” Even with the playful insult, George never felt more cared for as Dream kneeled down in front of him and took his hand in his own, wiping it with the warm cloth and making sure it was completely clean before placing a kiss on his knuckles, moving onto the next part of him.
He spent the next few minutes like this, only having to go back into the bathroom for a new washcloth once before he was finally cleaned up. Once he was dried off with a clean towel, Dream helped him stand up, both of them making their way over to their respective suitcases and changing into lounge clothes before falling into bed. Their limbs were tangled up in each other as they brushed their noses together, lost in a world of giggles as Dream let his fingers glide skillfully over George’s sides.
“Okahahay! I’m sohohorry!” George pushed at the offending hands, feeling his cheeks warm at the playful affection he was receiving. “I’ve suffered enough, haven’t I?”
“Hey! I was nice, I let you cum today, even after you deliberately chose not to listen to me.” Dream argued back, evading George’s grip and finding an opening to wiggle his fingers along the brunette’s stomach instead.
“Nohoho, no! Stohohop, come ohohon, Dream, I’m sleepy!” George pouted through his whines, giving Dream the cutest puppy dog eyes and giggling harder when the younger boy gave in with a roll of his eyes and a deep sigh.
“Fine, c’mere, giggles,” The blonde smiled as George immediately buried himself into his neck, throwing his arms tightly around him as he settled down, finally comfortable and able to relax without the incredibly one sided tickle attack. “We can nap for now. But George?”
“Hm?” The smaller replied with a grunt, already sounding half asleep in Dream’s arms.
“Next time you talk back to me like that, you’re not cumming for a month.”
“What?! DREAM!” George squirmed in his arms, trying to push back to look the blonde in the face but finding it difficult with the iron grip the bigger boy currently had around his tiny waist.
“Goodnight, angel!” He could both hear and feel the smirk in Dream’s voice, dripping with a mixture of pride and giddiness.
George could do nothing but lay in his arms, silently hoping the exhaustion would return to his body so he could sleep instead of replaying Dream’s words over and over inside his head. It was only after he heard the steady sounds of Dream’s breathing that he knew his cuddly bodyguard was finally asleep that his mind finally granted George some peace, allowing him to slip into a deep sleep, following closely behind the blonde.
