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"This is so fucking stupid… I'm not even the one doing the stream," Dream said as he squeezed himself into the maid dress.
"Don't be such a pussy. Nobody is even gonna see you," George said. He and Sapnap were already dressed up, although George was one to talk, seeing as he refused to wear his dress without a shirt and long pants underneath, which 'ruined the look,' according to Sapnap.
"If nobody is going to see me then why am I doing this?"
"Because," George sighed. "It's really only fair. Gotta have the whole Dream Team in on it."
"We also want to post a tiddie pic on twitter," Sapnap joked.
"I don't have-" Dream gave up. He yanked back the curtain, glowering at his friends. Except, instead of the shit-eating grins he was expecting, all he got was surprised stares.
"Holy shit."
Dream rolled his eyes and moved to hide himself behind the curtain before Sapnap stopped him.
"I was joking about the tiddie pic, but…" Sapnap gracelessly slapped a hand onto his chest.
Dream laughed and pushed his hand off. "Fuck off, dude. You got your 2 seconds of me in this...thing, now go start your stream."
George grabbed his arm. "Come on, Dream, don't be a party pooper."
Dream glared at George, and George glared back. Finally, Dream relented, letting George drag him to the recording room, Sapnap following behind them.
"I swear to god I will leak so many screenshots if you're not careful," Dream warned, trying to keep up a stubborn exterior. However, he did have to admit that this was kind of fun, and George and Sapnap seemed happy, so he didn't want to ruin the mood.
George mocked him with talking hands and started the stream.
"Alright guys, you got what you wanted! Last stream hit the sub goal, so here we are, a maid dress trio!" George said. He got up and spread his arms out, as if he needed to further prove he was, in fact, wearing a maid dress. Sapnap did a clumsy spin and looked over at Dream expectantly.
Dream sighed, and stepped into frame slowly. The camera only caught his torso and upper legs, as intended. He waved and then quickly stepped back out of frame without a word. George and Sapnap got a kick out of it apparently, and so did chat.
The stream continued as normal, with George and Sapnap providing service to other people on the SMP. They retrieved wood, stone, spent over an hour trying to get all the colors of dye (Sapnap kept killing George,) and even tried to find diamonds (George pushed Sapnap into lava as revenge, and they got distracted with an argument after that.)
Dream tuned out the majority of it, though, as he was focused on one text that George had sent him when Sapnap ran to the bathroom 30 minutes in.
George
You look good in that dress 3:47
After he received the text, he looked up, but George was reading chat like nothing had happened. He didn't send stuff like this often, so when he did, Dream knew he was planning something.
Time seemed to be going by slower now, and he couldn't stop jiggling his knee, but eventually, finally, George and Sapnap said goodbye to chat and ended the stream.
Immediately, Sapnap groaned and pulled the maid dress over his head, leaving himself in just his boxers. "This thing is so itchy," he griped.
"Sapnap!" George exclaimed, swatting his bare shoulder. He was a hypocrite, shedding his own dress. He did, however, have a t-shirt and pants on underneath, unlike Sapnap.
"What? I'm going, I'm going," he said, walking out of the room, presumably to put on comfier clothes.
And then it was just Dream and George. The air felt stale to Dream, and his mouth was dry.
George glanced at Dream, but quickly moved to shuffle some things around on his desk. Dream couldn't move.
He didn't want to waste anymore time getting what he wanted. "Why'd you send me that?"
"Send you what?" George rolled his chair to the side so he could sit directly in front of Dream. He leaned forward slightly, a shit eating grin on his face.
"Don't play innocent, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Dream grumbled, kicking his foot.
George hummed. "How long do you think it would take for Sapnap to drive out and get some pizza for all of us?"
"George-"
"Hey! I heard my name, what's going on?" Sapnap leaned against the doorframe, breaking the tension momentarily.
"Yeah, we were just talking about getting dinner. Since you're already dressed, would you mind picking up some pizza? I'll pay you back," George said.
Sapnap shrugged. "Sure. Regular place, or was there anywhere new we wanted to try?"
"Regular is fine. Thanks, man."
And then, yet again, they were alone. They could hear the front door shut, the car beep as it was unlocked, and the silence that settled once the car drove away.
"George…"
"You shouldn't be allowed to look so good in a dress that was meant for a meme," George finally said. He leaned forward and maintained his stupid grin even while kissing Dream. Despite the grin, the kiss was fierce, straight to the point, and all teeth and tongue.
Dream broke the kiss first, desperate for air. "You really like me in this stupid dress?"
It seemed as if George didn't want to wait a second longer, planting harsh kisses along Dreams neck. "Yes, yes so much. Hugs you so nice." He lifted his own dress over his head, along with his shirt. "Let me ride you in it? Be a good little maid?"
And how could Dream say no to that?
They didn't waste any time, quickly finding themself on Dream's bed, George three fingers deep in himself and Dream laying beside him, clinging to the bedsheets and little restraint he had left. There was a growing patch of precum on his maid dress as he waited for George to take care of his aching cock. He wasn't left wanting for long, though, as George soon pinned his arms above his head and, pushing the skirt of the maid dress up to his belly button, straddled his lap.
"Look at you," George cooed, "so desperate for any hole you can get your grimy hands on." He ran a hand through Dream's sandy hair as he sank down on his dick. The harsh words paired with the affectionate actions did nothing but fuel the heat in his stomach.
"Fuck- George, I can't-"
"Yes you can, and you will. Sit still, you squirm so much," he complained. He bobbed and grinded a little as he adjusted. Dream didn't know how he was supposed to hold back when it felt so good. His body tensed as he waited for George to actually move.
"Geor-" A hand clamped over Dream's trembling mouth.
"Give me a minute, dumbass. I'm not trying to put myself in a wheelchair…" He moved slightly, but did not remove his hand. "If you so much as a peep before I decide I'm ready to move, I'll leave."
Dream stared at his boyfriend, pleading with his eyes. George did not return the gaze, his focus elsewhere. Dream looked down, trying to see what was distracting George. It was a small detail, and it took him a minute to spot, but in George's lower stomach was a faint outline of Dream's dick.
"So fucking big," George groaned. He put a hand to his stomach, pressing down around the bulge to see it better. Again, it was faint, so Dream couldn't quite understand George's fascination with it, but he loved the state it put him in. His deep brown eyes were swallowed by his pupils, and his pale face was suddenly flushed.
Finally, finally, George began to move. He continued to stare down at his stomach, watching as the bulge disappeared and then reappeared over and over again. He groaned again, and his hand found its place in Dream's hair so he could finally make eye contact again. "Such a good boy for me… So big, so good," he said softly.
Dream couldn't hold back, thrusting his hips up into George harshly. George slapped his thigh yo get him to stop before pinning Dream's hips down.
"Keep your hips still, Jesus Christ," he snapped. "I know you're a dumb slut but still..."
Dream grinded his teeth. "George, I can't. I'm so fucking close, George, please, god, please."
George looked at him and sighed. "Fine, but you have to suck me off after because I'm nowhere near close."
"Yes sir, thank you sir please just let me cum, I'll be so good for you I promise, make you see stars, please please please, I need-" George lifted his hands from Dream's waist, using one to cover Dream's mouth. Dream let out a sob and thrusted desperately. He punched out sharp "Ah ah ah"s from George before he came, shaking.
He felt unreal as he came down from his high. His legs ached from how hard they had tensed, but the
the rest of his body felt mellow and structure-less. He finally brought his hands down from where held them above his head and rubbed George's sides. Dream watched with bright eyes as George slowly lifted himself off of his dick, thin ropes of cum still connecting the two of them.
"Now it's time for you to hold up your end of the bargain," George insisted. He looked uncomfortably hard, the head of his dick colored a harsh purple.
He didn't even remember getting off the bed, but soon enough Dream found himself on his knees, looking up at George. He sucked in a breath. "Do you want to--"
"Please," George cut him off, seemingly reading his mind. His fingers curled in Dream's hair in anticipation.
Dream opened his mouth and relaxed his throat for George. Apparently nothing beat mouth-fucking for George. He was great at it too. He tugged Dream's hair just right, hit the back of his throat just right, and just the right words fell from his blabbering mouth.
"Such a good maid for me, doing exactly what I ask. God- good boy, good job, good-" He rutted into his mouth only a few more times before he came down Dreams throat. Dream spluttered and spat most of it out, never a fan of swallowing. George helped him up and grabbed him some tissues to clean himself.
"Thanks, but I think we both need a shower to take care of this," He said, wiping the cum from the side of his mouth.
"Ah- fair enough… Anyway you can keep the dress on in the shower? Ow!" He rubbed his cheek where Dream flicked him.
"You're lucky if I don't burn this thing."
He secretly was already planning the next time he could surprise George with the it.