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Lounging on the couch, sprawled out, when a resounding bang echoed through the city apartment.
“Babe!”
“On the couch!” he sighed, the sound was as expected; his girlfriend coming home from work. It wasn't that he was disappointed by her presence, he was simply tired.
She appeared in the doorway with a simple “Hi,” smile bright as ever.
His life was great, every man's dream: an apartment, money, a girlfriend that loved him. Really, he had nothing to complain about, maybe things were a little gray, but wasn't everyone's life like that? So he stayed put — just floating through life.
“What’s got you all smiling?” He couldn't help the upturn of his own lips seeing her like this. A true beauty, his mother always told him — wavy blond locks flowing down to her breasts, chocolate brown eyes crinkling with her smile.
Beautiful .
Beautiful indeed, the whole reason they got together in the first place. It wasn't love at first sight — there were no rose-tinted glasses . It was purely for status and looks, the classic story of an cheerleader and a football captain; the trophy couple .
Years in the future, petty high school drama long forgotten in the past — here he still was, with her . Rose-tinted glasses still nowhere in sight, but he was happy - as happy as one could be he supposed.
Now in a two-story city apartment in the middle of Orlando — instead of a shitty rundown college dorm. He didn't care much for the design where they lived, his girl always took care of that anyway. She had her fun with it, liking the muted earthy colors — he earned the money for her to splurge on decorations. Not in that way, they both worked, of course, Dream’s job just earned more.
“Nothing, just missed you,” still a twinkle on her lips as she trekked towards the couch, ending up right in front of him.
Beautiful Objectively beautiful.
“Oh yeah?” Dream forced a smile, grabbing her waist — pulling her down with him on the couch, giggling she let out a soft “yeah.”
“What got you missing me, Mia?” Dream cooed, hands still on her waist they leaned closer — smirk evident on her face as she ghosted cherry lips over Dream’s. Tease .
“Nothing really, this guy came in on my work today actually…” He hummed in response while running his lips over her sharp, yet soft jaw with feather-light touches. “Handsome guy really, even asked for my num—” she began, before Dream had grabbed her thighs and flipped them over in one fluid motion. She finished in a hushed giggle, “—number.”
He knows what game she's playing, they do it all the time. Riling each other up, making the other angry — ending up with them fucking each other to the point of seeing stars. Not that some guy asking his girlfriend for her number really angered Dream, or even made him jealous. It probably should, but he didn’t think much of it. But they liked to pretend; for the sake of rough sex.
Their sex life was mediocre at best — nothing all too kinky, rough though.
Definitely rough.
There was just this little problem with it. Dream had trouble getting it up. Of course, he could get hard. It just took some...time. A lot of foreplay, a lot of grinding and touching to even get close . Both are fully aware of the problem , but never really spoke about it.
Mia was extremely accepting when it came to the hardships in bed. That Dream couldn't get his dick hard like normal was only a surprise in the beginning — over the years they managed to work around it. it wasn't a big of a deal; it always got up in the end.
“Yeah? Did he now?” He asked with a low chuckle, already knowing the answer. Dream lifted his face from her neck, licking over his teeth slowly he found her staring intently at the gray wall, deep in thought — pink lip rolling between white canines.
Beautifull , as mother would say.
Plastering kisses all over her face as he asks, “what,” kiss, “are,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “thinking,” kiss, “about,” he finishes with a light nibble to her jaw — soothing over the bite with his tongue.
Humming in acknowledgment she sits up on her elbows.
“Love you, ‘s all," Mia said a little breathlessly. Not answering verbally — he instead gives her a slow peck on the lips, “mmph”. She knows what I mean.
“I know you do, now tell me."
Studying his freckles as she whispers out a weak “I was just thinking about bedroom stuff."
Oh?
“What kinda ’bedroom stuff’ are you thinking about, princess?” Grinding down his hips for emphasis, returning to attack at her neck.
Being the responsive girl she is — she moans out, “I love the sex we have,” debatable . “And I love how you make me feel.” Where is this going? “I… I just always wanted to try something out.” Licking a stripe up her throat, tank top already sliding off her shoulder, “mm, I bet there is, can't stop thinking about cock, huh?” Dream teases, she can definitely feel the toothy smirk against her neck.
“Clay.” Gets called out sternly, the use of his real name halting his moment. “I'm being serious, I wanna try this out.”
What ?
‘’Babe, you need to tell me what it is you wanna try out before you get all bossy,” arguably, a little annoyed at her antics.
“I-” she falters.
“You?”
“I wanna get fucked by two people at once!” She rushes out, back at staring at the gray wall — emmbarsed.
Opening and closing his mouth repeatedly dumbfounded. She what?
Why would she want that? Has she been thinking about this long?
Am I not good enough?
Does she like girls? What girl we know would even be up for that...Well, her friend Stacy probably wouldn't m—
A harsh sensation of teeth sinking in the junction between his neck where his shirt has ridden down brings him back to reality. With an expectant look, she opens her mouth to speak before getting cut off, “Like - like a threesome?” Still a little confused.
Grin is evident on toxic lips as she speaks up, “there you go, yes, exactly Dream.” Her embarrassed state is long gone, confidence seeping back into her bloodstream, “I wanna have sex-” she began with a light nibble to his jaw. In a slow, sultry tone “-with two people at the same time.”
Dreams' eyes widen at the concept, pushing her away as he sits back on his heels, “W-what do you mean?” he breaths out.
“What do you not understand?” She’s reaching out for him again. “You, me, and a third party-” licking her teeth, “double the fun.”
Holy shit.
She's being serious.
“I… I mean, I get it, I just didn't know you were into girls-”
He didn't get to finish before his girlfriend spoke up again, “What? No — of course not — I'm not into girls."
Then what... Breaking his train of thoughts she continues “I wanna find a guy who's up for it.”
Oh.
Fuck no.
Not a chance.
“What the fuck do you mean u wanna find another guy!” Raising his voice, “I'm not into guys! Get that shit out of here, that's not happening!” He almost belts defensively.
“Jesus, calm the fuck down,” angry green meeting confused chocolate brown ones, “I never said you were into guys,” She starts softly, cupping his face trying to bring him close, “just hear me out, baby.” A soft peck on a freckled cheek.
A mix of emotions swirls around Dream's head, the concept of another guy in a sexual setting freaking him out - sending his mind floating. Feeling like he's getting dragged under a wave of thoughts, drowning.
“N-no, that’s weird as fuck, why would you think - no - I’m not - I can't -” He trails off, detaching himself from his girlfriend, pushing her down. “I need, I-I have this client who needs a-a, I- yeah.”
“Clay,” voice soft as she stands to go with him.
“No, are you crazy?” He states sternly, starting to walk away before a hand grabs his own.
“Please? For me?” Trying her hardest at puppy dog eyes — alas with no effect on Dream.
“No. Get away. I'm gonna go shower.” And with that, he was on his away - away from this room, this conversation.
Laying it dead.
She looks slightly confused by her boyfriend's outrage for a second before she slips a soft, “Curiosity killed the cat, Clay.” As he slammed the door.
A soft blue glow illuminated Dream’s features as he sat typing away. It's been a week since Mia brought up the idea of a threesome. She had been nagging him about it ever since. Not asking about it - no - she's been planting scenarios in his head.
“Don't you wanna watch me get ruined?”
“Or you can show him that you fuck me better than him.”
“Wanna ride your stupid cock while he fucks me from behind.”
“Want you fucking me while I gag and scream your name around his cock.”
Groaning as he drags his hands through the dirty blond locks. Sitting in his office, shirtless in sweatpants — trying to finish up this code before his clientele would need it. He could do that working from home - there were no dress codes, and he certainly wasn't insecure. Tall and slightly muscular, he supposes he wouldn't be insecure or jealous if they were to have a threesome with another dud-
Stop.
What the fuck are you thinking, Dream.
So here he sits, annoyed with himself for not being able to stop thinking about that stupid fucking three-way. The thoughts snaking their way in his brain no matter the circumstances — like venom sinking in his veins. While eating, driving, cleaning — while fucking his god damn girlfriend. It plagued his mind like a sickness that can’t be cured.
Staring at a mess of numbers and code he sighs, “fuck this...” exiting the file - and slowly opens incognito mode.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Finding the threesome tag was easy, now it is just finding a video, and it seemed nothing piqued his interest — before — Tight little pussy gets destroyed by two cocks.
“Jesus,” he exclaims out loud, barely above a whisper without meaning to. Fuck it, he thinks — clicking on it. Curiosity definitely killed the cat.
In the middle of the bed — fully dressed — sits a curvy redhead girl, his mother would probably call her beautiful as well, laughing at his train of thought as he skips forward.
Now there were two guys accompanying her, one brunette and one blond, the latter guy got his tongue deep in the girl's throat — while the other... Shit.
Dream swallowed as he looked at the brunette, sitting almost naked on his knees palming himself through the confinements of black boxers. Subconsciously, Dream brings a hand to rest over his own groin — surprised to find he already got half a chub going from the consept.
How ?
“This is so weird,” A little freaked out to find he's actually managed to get half hard when the girl is still mostly dressed. Not even realizing he's been looking at the outline of the lonely guy's hard dick. Trailing his eyes over the guy's skinny body he lands on his face — pale with a sharp jaw, dark eyes already staring at the camera, making Dream’s breath hitch.
Internally freaking out he looks over to the girl, who's fully undressed now. When did that happen? Her back turned towards the camera while sucking the blond off. He spends some seconds looking at the girl’s exposed ass before quickly switching his focus to the blond.
This one is also holding eye contact with hooded eyes towards the camera, he opened his mouth in a small grin, licking his tongue slowly over the sharp canines — like he somehow knows what effect he has on Dream. Like he knows the panic he feels, not being able to tear his eyes away. The panic only gets worse when he feels himself growing under his palm — but he keeps his hand there regardless.
The blond starts reaching behind himself with one hand, while the other is occupied with red hair. What is he doing?
His questions were quickly answered when a skinny pale brunette drapes himself over the blond’s back from behind. Trailing his skinny fingers from the blond's lower stomach, up, up, up to his pecs — circling his nipples, while his other dainty hand lay across the larger man’s neck. Squeezing slightly as he nibbles on his lover's ear, staring deeply in the camera, mischief glinting in the black irises.
Dream was hypnotized watching these two guys operate, palming himself as he watched unconsciously, the girl totally forgotten about. The petite arm around his neck goes to cup his face instead, turning him slightly so the two boys can look at each other. Inching forward smiling, holding eye contact — they ghost their lips against each other-
With a small grunt coming deep within Dreams chest, he pauses the video, rips his hands away from his now fully hard cock. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
What the fuck.
Closing out of the dark grey chrome tabs, out of pure desperation and everything just feeling too much. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees — feeling the salty sweat along his hairline, cock throbbing against its confines as he contemplates.
Maybe a threesome wouldn’t be so bad? His head was spinning, mostly over the fact he managed to get hard. Is a threesome really turning him on this much?
He could never bring up the fact a porno worked to get his blood pumping — when not even the real deal did it for him. He's never felt so guilty over a boner before, usually, the couple would look at it as a godsend — an early christmas if you will.
So why now?
‘’Mia!” He shouts while jogging down the stairs from his office. It's been two days since he watched that film — porno, he couldn't get his head to shut up about it. It still plagues him like a chronic illness, more so now after the matter. It was like a rash growing inside his brain, itching and spreading.
And he needed to itch it.
There she stands in all her glory, the reason for his rash. Cooking dinner, because of course she is — always so perfect. He slammed his palms on the counter beside her, making her jump on reflex, “What the fuck Clay!”
“Let's do it,” he says sternly, a little annoyed, for reasons cant put a finger on.
Mia grinned cheekily with a quirk to her blond eyebrow, “do what dream?” She sings songs, fully knowing the answer — Dreams flush confirming her suspicion.
“The fucking threesome, you wanted it so bad, so l-lets do it,” She smiled brighter at that, but before she could respond Dream continued, “but I have one rule, and that fucking lover boy you’re gonna pick out better listen!” Confidence seeped into Dream’s pores, he had his mind set, he was gonna do as his girlfriend wished — just to scratch that stupid itch.
She turned off the stove as she grabbed one of Dream's hands, brought it up to her lips with a soft peck to his knuckles. “And what is the rule, baby?” she cooed, starting to kiss along his index finger — sucking at the tip. It didn’t arouse Dream in the slightest — probably what she tried to achieve, but he let her do her thing.
“He ain't touching me, kissing me, or feeling me up in any way.” He said harshly before ripping his hand away from her, “do you understand?”
She looked shocked for a second before being replaced with a smirk, “oh, but he’s such a good looking guy, are you sure about that, Dream?” Toothy smirk on her face.
Wait what?
“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’?” He said slowly, pressing into her personal space — caging her in, “tsk, have you already talked to someone?” So close they could smell each others breaths, but not in a sexual way.
She fucking talked to someone already.
“I-it wasn't like that Dream-” he’s just silently staring at her, watching her fumble her words, “I-I knew you would change your mind, so I downloaded this d-dating app, put both our pictures-” she continued her ramble, Dream tuned her out as he started walking towards the bar stools.
Am I a bad boyfriend for not caring that she went on a dating app?
“Holy shit,” He said under his breath.
“W-what?” Mia stuttered out, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
Groaning, he sits down on the chair, “I don't care, as long as he doesn't touch me, I don't want a guy feeling me up.” He could see the way a smirk was forming on her lips, “don't make your situation worse than it is, Mia.” He said with a cold look, “You fucking went on a dating app, if you start running your mouth I will leave and go to my mom’s.”
She seemed to get the point, “y-yeah you're right, he will listen, don't worry,” she softly says with a weak smile, “go shower and I’ll call him over?” She asked, almost as if she's scared of the answer.
Dream furrowed his eyebrows in shock, did she want to do it now? “Well, I mean, fuck, ok?” She seemed a little too eager in his opinion, also the fact that his girlfriend was already talking to someone, on a dating app. But for some reason, he couldn't find it in him to care. Just wanting to get it done with.
Standing in front of the mirror he combs through his medium-long slightly damp hair, the air in the room heavy and humid after the shower — even though the shower was fifteen minutes ago. But he knew what was waiting for him down in the living room.
That fucking guy probably sitting there thinking he’s the shit. He thinks while throwing on a white plain hoodie, black baggy jeans already on. One last look in the mirror before opening the door.
Stepping outside the bathroom he almost stumbled into his girlfriend, “There you are, what took you so long, George has been waiting for ages.” she says annoyed, like she had any reason to be.
What a fucking name is George?
“Yeah yeah, whatever, let's go,” He says as he trails his eyes over her body, booty shorts and a singlet, of course she would wear that, attention-seeking little-
“Okay, remember I love you,” she says softly with a kiss, smiling against his lips she continued, “now let us go have some mind-blowing sex.” With a hit to his biceps, she wandered off, not before Dream could reciprocate the slap to her ass.
Giggling as they entered the living room. Dream wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's waist, stopping in the entryway as he saw him — lean skinny type, average height. He was leaning back on the black couch, arms spread out on either side of the cushions — legs spread open, an inviting position. Dressed well too — baggy black hoodie with a white shirt underneath, fitted with beige baggy cargo pants.
Walking towards the couch, he let go of Mia. He kept studying the smaller’s body for a while — he could tell even though the boy was sitting, that dream would be bigger than him in every sense. Tracing his eyes up to the face of this ‘George’ — he found an extremely defined jawline, wide mouth with plum lips set in a toothy smirk. Brown eyes watching him, set of fluffy short — but not too short dark brown hair on top of his head.
His eyes were brown as mocca, while Mia’s were as milk chocolate.
George cleared his throat as Dream sat down on the couch opposite of this new boy, “I got two pretty blondes to play with tonight?” He said with a surprising British accent.
He halted for a brief second — taken aback, “you ain't playing with shit,” Dream said with a grunt, though the brunette didn't flatter, his white smirk only grew — staring Dream down. “Oh, I think that's where you're wrong, Dream .” His accent thick saying the blond's name.
As Dream went to answer, Mia sat down beside the brit — he watched as the brunette snaked an arm around her waist, laying his other hand on his thigh, still holding eye contact with him — never wavering. His grin only grew wider when he saw how Dream watching the action, running a plush pink tongue ever so slowly over his white fangs.
Just like that guy did in the- stop. This prompted Dream to subconsciously spread his thighs wider where he sat in front of the brunette, shifting his hips slightly forward.
Evident by their close proximity, and the fact this stranger already knew his name — that Mia has talked with him for a while. Again, not caring about the fact his girl talked to someone else, and that someone else has an arm around her waist. More entertained watching the other boy.
“Can you guys stop fighting over dominance via a staring contest? You're both gonna get your dicks wet.” Mia half laughed, leaning back into the couch.
George finally breaking his gaze looked down at her, “Kiss my neck,” the britt started, looking up at Dream once before continuing in a husky voice, “give me some hickies, sweetheart, I wanna see how your boyfriend gonna react,” he moved the hand on her waist to her blond locks. “Need to figure out how jealous he is before we set the ground rules.”
There were now four eyes on Dream, watching him expectantly, “uh w-why would I mind? I don't care.” He breathed out, shock painted Mia's face by the response furrowed her light brows — George’s face on the other hand looked surprised for a second, before getting replaced with that stupid smirk again, eyes slightly more hooded now.
The britt let out a low "mmm’’ in acknowledgment, trailing his eyes over Dreams body, openly eye fucking him — only in view of Dream to notice the way the brunette scanned over his figure, smile only growing.
“What do you mean you don't care?” His girlfriend spoke up, shit yeah that probably sounded bad , he was just too focused on George to care, “I-I mean go for it, I trust you and I-I….I love you,” Dream finished, ending the sentence in a whisper, uncomfortable saying those things out loud.
George let out a cute little snort, wait cute? “You heard him, princess, mark me up, then we set the rules.”
“Oh,” she said softly, glancing at Dream before going in for the kill, shifting his eyes up to the brit, he found him already staring at him — smile only growing when he found Dream looking back at him again. He saw out of the corner of his eyes that the hand the man had on his girlfriend moved to her lower back towards her ass. Still, Dream kept eyes locked on mocca, not interested in watching him feel her up.
George looked ecstatic when he saw how determined the blond was, he chuckled — letting out a gravely, “mm you're doing so good, baby.” Enjoying the praise the girl responded by licking a stripe up his throat — dragging down the brunettes hoodie, attacking his collar bones.
He felt like he was going crazy, was the brunette talking to me or her?
Dream let out a deep sigh as he shifted his hips slightly forward again, laying a hand on his own thigh — eyes still never leaving each other while his girlfriend attacked this stranger's neck, then Dream saw something out of the corner of his eye again. This time though, it wasn't the brits hand on his girlfriend, it was George squeezing his own thigh.
Finally breaking the heated gaze — he looked down to where he was squeezing, it didn't go unnoticed by the brunette at all — it was the reaction he wanted. Dream watched as he slowly, oh so slowly, inched his hand higher and higher up his thigh — giving a squeeze to himself right at the top of his inner thigh by his junk.
Dream bit his lips at this, starting feeling his cock perk in attention, what the fuck, staring intently as the brunette slowly dragged two fingers over where his balls would have been — had he been naked, then agonizingly slow dragging them over his shaft — circling at the tip of his cock — all the way to his waist line, dipping his slender fingers in, before resting is hand once again.
The blond boy's breathing became more and more shallow as he fists his hands on top of his thighs, watching as the brunette's cock slightly hardened through his beige pants.
Panicked — Dream dragged his hoodie to lay over his crotch, looking back up only to find mocca brown eyes watching him closely with a knowing smile, “You're so hot, blondie.” George groaned staring at him still, Dream narrows his eyes at the other boy as he.. as he fucking winked at him.
“Mm yeah, you think I'm hot british boy?” Mia cooes as she leaves George's abused neck, the brunette flatters for a second, almost as if he forgot she was there — before quickly sapping back to reality, tightening his grip on her waist, “of course baby.”
That brings Dream back to earth as well, remembering where he was. Holy shit what was that . Both boys sitting there with slightly harder dicks after their little staring contest.
“Dream?” Mia askes, with slight concern in her voice, “are you ok?”
“I, fuck - no! I mean! - yes, y-yeah! I'm good. I'm good.” He says, clearing his throat, “that was fine, I promise.” Looking at his girlfriend now, refusing to look at the other boy. “Should we, like, get started on rules and shit?” he attempts, slightly more composed.
“Now I'm curious, what kinda rules could the pretty blonds have,” George says almost mocking.
“Well- you for one,” she starts, pointing a finger at the brunette, “can't touch Dream,” George's eyes snap up to the latter boy, the brit looked mildly amused, not offended — even though one probably should be at a statement like that.
“Oh?” He asks, looking Dream dead in the eyes with a little grin, “how come?”
“I'm not into guys,” Dream says as sternly as he can, but still sounding a little breathless from the staring contest with said brunette, “so I don't want guys touching me.” He finishes, a little weak.
George looks like he's experiencing a hundred emotions at once; Amusement, disbelief, disappointment, understanding. Ending up with wide eyes and mouth agape in shock — just staring at Dream, “You-”
He doesn't get to finish before Mia speaks up again, “we also need a lot of playing around before getting into it,” she sighs softly before continuing, “Dream has trouble... getting it up.”
George's eyes widen impossibly more as he watches Dream flush pretty pink under his freckles — both boys knowing damn well that their dicks filled with blood during their stare-off.
“Yeah I’m...wow, you-” he starts but trails off, hitting his thigh lightly, “Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, “you guys - I’m, wow - ok, so please tell me why you have this problem, Dream.” He finally finishes.
“I-I had since forever, during my sex life, but me and Mia h-have been dating since the start high school, so we… we always worked around it.” Dream babbles while the brunette just stares at him in disbelief — almost pity behind mocca irises, “it's medical we believe, a lot of sucking soft dick for ages until it gets hard, or! Viagra - but we don't have any right now, this was kinda spontaneous.” Mia pipes up gesturing to the room, smiling brightly.
George looks like he had a lot he wanted to say, and he definitely did. But ended up letting out a low chuckle, scanning Dream's body with a shake of his head, “you know what, you'll figure it out.” he laughed once again.
“What?” The blond couple asked in unison. “Nothing, nothing, anything else? Safe words, kinks, you wanna tell me?” The brit simply responds instead.
Dream is the one to speak up now, “uh no, we just use red and yellow for safe words, I'm guessing you know about that?” Forest green eyes meeting mocca brown once again, George letting a hum in acknowledgment, “ok and our kinks, well, we just like it really rough, nothing too kinky to start with,”
Mia interrupts with, “maybe for the second time we can go kinkier,” she smiles seductively, the brunette simply looks down at her with a smirk back, “mm maybe so, well am into anything, I'm really into talk though, praise, degradation... You name it,” George finishes before looking up at a smiling Dream.
“I think we can manage that perfectly, don't worry british boy.” The blond boy says with a smirk of his own — feeling the confidence overtaking his body again, “well,” he starts, clasping his hands together, “let's go to the bedroom shall we.”
They all stumbled over each other into the bedroom — feet shuffling on the grey carpet, moody lightning to match the emotions flowing through the air. With a glance at the new stranger added to the equation, Dream slams his girlfriend against the door — he can smell the sickeningly sweet scent of rose on her blond strands, making his guts churn.
“You're so desperate,” he breaths, everything feeling too sugary for his liking, “you'll go for two cocks huh?” even sweeter perfume sticking to his lips as he kissed up her neck, “finding some fucking random british guy on a,” a harsh bite,” fucking dating app?” He finished with a slight nibble to her ear — leg slotting between her thighs.
“I'm sorry Dreamie-” she sang teasingly. Not able to pinpoint how he feels about the whole situation, excitement running through his veins — at the same time this ugly yellow festers in his chest.
“Tsk, I don't care,” feeling up her sides as he looks over his shoulder, catching mocca eyes on his own, sitting on the edge of the bed observing. Half hard dick already prominent in the birts beige pants. To make matters worse, the brunette spread his legs, shifting his hips forward — showing off the hardness proudly with a smile dancing on his face.
He’s normally able to keep his cool in times like these, get his dick hard then wet. Whisper some sweet nothings while euphoria overtakes her body, it didn't matter if he reached his end. But now, he has an extra set of coffee eyes watching, making his bones buzz in ways he can't explain.
Dream feels himself stiffen, realising his girlfriend where he had her against the door he continues, “fuck- just take off your clothes,” voice deep laced with want, surprising even himself, “Both of you. Shirts off.” Ripping his own hoodie off for good measure, forgotten on the floor alongside his dignity.
Mia looks a bit dumbfounded at the sudden change, probably expecting the tease — but follows his command nonetheless. Gaze traveling from chocolate to mocca, “mm, as you wish blondie.” The other boy cooes, playfulness evident in his voice, ripping his hoodie and undershirt off in one go.
Chest milky pale with purple hues, his paleness half reminding the blond of pretty sparkling moonshine. Licking his lips — watching as pink buds perk up by the chilly air. Dream had been right, he is bigger than him in every sense. Seeing as he easily could wrap his hands around the smaller boy's waist. Clenching his fist with the thought.
Standing in front of the edge of the bed for god knows how long — Dream didn't realize he was staring until his girlfriend started placing open-mouthed kisses on his exposed chest. Where did she come from?
Surprised, he rips his eyes away from George's slightly toned upper body. Turning down to find his girlfriend slowly kissing her way down the muscles on his lower stomach. He wonder if mother would call her beautiful like this.
Sitting behind her is none other than George himself, spreading his legs in a way to give her space —pants still on, outline of his dick clearly visible now as he stands closer, and fuck — looking up he feels like a kid caught stealing candy. That stupid toothy grin plaster on his sculpted face again.
Piercing mocca never backing down as Mia carefully unbuckles his belt — slowly pulling Dream out of his pants, slower than he cared for. Not minding for her feather-light touches, a small gasp makes him look down for a split second, breaking away from inviting brown - and oh, he's almost hard.
Gasping makes sense now, seeing as her normally soft boyfriend was actually pumping blood to his dick, “you got me all excited with the threesome talk, baby, I guess it's our lucky day.” He excuses it as all the teasing she had done for the past weeks.
“Wow Dreamie, you must be really excited to see me get rui-” she starts before getting a harsh hand in her hair — pulling hard on golden locks, “suck it.” He didn't know why, but her talking was making his gut twist —and he was horny as fuck wanting his dicked sucked. She loves the rough treatment, he knows she does.
She did as told with a teasing smile, no questions asked; feeling slender fingers wrap around the base of his cock. With a roll to his head, “there you go, princess, good-” he looked down before finishing his sentence, finding the brunette looking at him with glossy eyes, “-good...girl.” George's smile flatters slightly at the words — tips of his eyebrows perking up, looking like a dog who just got a treat.
Shit.
He studies everything about the innocent look the brunette gives off, he's seen his girlfriend doe eyes a hundred times in the past, and probably gonna see it for a lifetime more. But a stranger's eyes send pink electricity shooting up his stomach. It's probably because it’s something new — new and different, he concludes.
So she sucks on the tip, toying with the slit as a spit-slicked hand reaches for the rest, going at a steady pace off the batt. He’s not complaining about starting off fast, it's what they always did.
George's puppy dog look disappeared, much to Dream's dismay. Confident persona overtaking again, holding unwavering eye contact as he leans back with one hand him on the dark bed sheets - stretching his body, and the other - fuck.
The other hand back on his clothed thigh, slowly traveling towards his stiffened length trapped under beige. He starts thrusting his hips into his girlfriend's mouth, "that's it, keep going - holy shit," cock twitching in her mouth, ending the sentence with a small moan
Dream didn't even know who he was talking to at this point — hoping it comes off as casual dirty talk to his girl, and not some random stranger she found online.
George however, smirked harder, mocca eyes locked on hooded green as he palmed himself, once, twice — letting out a beautiful sounding gasp, cherry rolling between pearly whites.
Dream stutters his hips hard, grabbing onto her hair — grabbing anything to ground himself. Watching George while getting sucked off proved to be a more difficult task than expected. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He never felt this desire in the bedroom before — he had sex to please her, finding sex rather boring for himself. But now, with some british boy with a strong gaze, he can't help the sound emitting from his chest.
Slowly — sensually even, George splayed his palm flat on his lower abdomen, dragging it up to his chest, landing it loosely around his own — still hickey covered neck, whimpered as he pressed on one of the bruises. The look on the blond's face was almost pleading watching the action.
Visuals mixed with his girlfriend's throat made him overwhelmed. "Fuck!" The blond had to close his eyes, breaking from the hypnotizing mocca.
With eyes finally apart he can feel himself coming to his senses, cloudy headspace ebbing away. Taking a much needed breather, all these unfamiliar emotions swirling around the room, but not unwelcomed — he was rather intrigued. Mostly by fuzzy pink dancing by his lungs.
"You're so hot blondie,” he hears the brunette say, prompting him to open his eyes again and snap down towards his doom - this boy is gonna be the death of me .
The latter boy gets on his knees behind the curvy blond - holy shit this angle - peeking up at Dream with those glossed over doe eyes again, “such a good,” George trails off while kissing over the girlfriend's shoulder blades, he could have guessed how that sentence would have ended, “so pretty for me” he ends up saying instead with a tug of his lips, eyes piercing into green - resulting the owner of said green eyes to let out a pitiful whimper.
Switching his eyes from mocca to chocolate almost nervously, he finds her with eyes closed — determining it a good enough reason to lock back on sin. And sin it was, pressing the tent in his cargos against her lower back, breathing softly. Smiling the brit rubs over her back, “keep going, sweetheart, making Dream feel so good.”
That the brunette was actually right about that, surprisingly he was feeling good. Blowjobs were arguably never too enjoyable, letting out a horse “mmyeah,” in response as green narrows in on brown, watching as the shorter boy brings a hand up. Blinking up innocently as he pulls two fingers against cherry red flesh — smearing glossy spit around. Dream thinks he might go insane, immediately imagining George's lips around his length, instead of sugary ones.
Pink buzzes in his body harder than before, he half begs with his eyes for the other boy to do something. He's not sure what he wants George to do exactly, but he wants something, everything feeling too much and not enough all at once. Sexual insanity overtaking as he feels his eye blur.
Smiling in a way that makes the blond melt, George lolls his tongue out — slowly pushing his fingers in, gaze stuck on forest green going deeper. A wave of something unfamiliar washes over Dream. Too much fuzz, drowning in the pink that seemed to swallow the room — leaving him breathless, reaching for air.
Roughly shoving Mia’s head away from his cock, Dream says horsley, ”I- you, fuck, get on the fucking bed now.”
He didn't even watch them get undressed — he didn't care, lost in deep thought by the edge of the bed. Holy shit why is he affecting Dream so much? Wiping the shame that seemed to be coating his hairline he swallows hard. Yellow slowly dripping over his back, as the feeling of guilt forms.
An unfamiliar moan brings him back to reality — sitting against the headboard is the devil himself, already scanning Dream's body, specifically trailing his eyes down the drop of pre-cum dripping down his cock standing tall against his stomach. His girlfriend bent over between the brits legs - sucking away on the slightly smaller dick. He didn't pay her any attention though, more mesmerized over how hungrily the brunette was eyeing his length.
Guilt and yellow vanished as quickly as they came.
Out of reflex — or he doesn't really know why he did it, he teases his own pre-cum over his dick with a finger, slowly showing off the stiffness. What am I doing?
But the reaction is as desired, why he wanted this reaction he could not say; George grunting, snaps his eyes up to forest green, a lightly challenging quirk to his eyebrow. Almost like he wishes Dream would continue, like he knows Dream is lost - like he knows how confused the blond is by his own actions.
Without taking his eyes away from the mocca, he travels to the bed — placing himself behind his girlfriend.
“Im gonna fuck you, princess, while you make our british friend over here feel good, alright?”
Getting of George’s dick with a pop that makes him shudder,
“Please, i've been good I-I, Ple-”
She doesn't get the finish before he pushes in, “Don't worry sweetheart, I won't tease today, now get back to sucking.” Dream for some reason wants her to shut up, her voice making the weird yellow coil burn in his chest again. Not caring for what she has to say — he starts with a slow but hard pace, chasing the pink.
Hands on her lower back and the other on her hips for stabilization, he hears it, “That's it blondie,” the sentence makes green look away from where his dick is slowly entering and reentering the tight wet heat, and up to Lucifer himself.
Once again throwing the two boys into another staring contest — this time around with slightly more hooded eyes, and cheeks filled with pure shame and desire for one another.
Seeing his fucked out face the blond speeds up his trust, letting out a soft “holy shit”. Subconsciously consciously tunes out his girlfriend’s moans — focusing solely on the sounds George makes.
“Mm - fuck - yeah, keep going - shit,” Dream knows the brunette says it for Mia - but it's aimed towards him, that stupid grin taking place on his face confirmation enough.
The britt snickers, dragging plush pink slowly over his teeth like he had done in the living room — loving the way Dream is reacting to his words. “I bet you'll feel so good,” Dream let out embarrassingly loud moans at the brunette's sinful words, but expecting nothing less from the devil.
Hearing the boy say that sends Dream’s mind for a swirl, once again — the words are intended to be taken as dirty talk to the person laying between them, but she's long forgotten in this equation, merely a buffer for what they actually want — each other.
How or when Dream came to that conclusion he doesn't really know, only knowing he loves mocca eyes on his, and the little game that comes with it.
“Shit- fuck, I’ll bet you would be so tight,” the blond says with a smack to his girlfriend's ass — if she made a sound of approval, he wouldn't know. Too busy staring George straight in his eyes as he says it, watching him roll his eyes back with a whimper.
Three hearts hammering in sync as he speeds up again, roughly slamming into his girl — golden fringe damp with sweaty arousal hanging loosely over his eyes. “holy shit - I bet you - I bet you feel so-” Dream starts, talking directly to George now. Thrust’s getting harder — like somehow if he went harder maybe the person under him would become George he's fucking into.
Mocca eyes still locked with forest, George bit his lips and scrunched his eyebrows as he took over, “You bet - you bet… Fuck, you bet she would feel like what, Dream?” He moans out. A sheen of sweat on both boys' faces, wet with pink lust.
Oh fuck. Hearing his name get spoken like that, thick with an european accent has him falling, and he barely gets back up — the coil in his lower stomach tightens as he stills himself inside of Mia with a last jerk of his hips — denying his own orgasm.
“Ah - fuck.”
With a wet lewd pop, the fucked out girl dragged off the brits cock, “why d-did you stop?” She whines breathlessly - understandable , being used as a fuck toy for Dream to take out his pent up confused disiers on, would leave anyone breathless.
The same ugly yellow seeps back into Dream bones hearing her voice, dragging one hand down his face as he could somehow wash away his guilt, “I-Im - fuck, I was - shit, I was about to cum.” he answers even more breathless than her. His other hand still on Mia’s lower back rubbing - what he hoped to be - shooting circles.
A quirk of an eyebrow, “You have low stamina, blondie?” Of course, the British boy would tease — had he only known the reason for Dream’s quick arrival — to be fair, he one hundred percent already had a good idea why.
With a glare and voice stern, “mm trust me, I normally don't,” he started, “but seeing her,” seeing you, “all fucked out,” your sweat covered face, “like this - moaning my name around your cock,” the way you said my name, “has me nearing the edge, faster than usual .” And with that he pulls out fully, lying through his teeth — earning a whine from his girl. God, shut up.
George seems to understand, not being able to hold back his smile as Dream pushes Mia away to lay down beside him — not touching, but barely. Sweat covered shoulders bumping as he falls to the matters — sending colorful fireworks to his stomach. What the fuck.
The boys only locked eyes with each other for a second before looking away — not being able to continue this freak of a staring contest while his girlfriend was watching.
“Fuck - I’ll get the lube,” George starts, giving a soft peck to her lips, them kissing made him furrow his brows, not because she was kissing another boy — he couldn't quite put his finger on it, it just made the ugly yellow fester even more inside his skull.
As the brit gets up on his knees — bending over to grab the small bottle, he exposes all his assets within direct eyesight of Dream.
Dream being the straight man he is — is not able to look away.
Fuck he shaves.
Pink clean hole on display, scanning his eyes all over the milky thighs - they would look good marked up - up his toned back, back down to the plump ass, and that fucking inviting tight little ho-
His train of thoughts, much against Dream's wishes, got disturbed by his girlfriend straddling his hips, “hello handsome,” she whispers in his ear.
Again, annoyed - so he shuts her up with a tongue down her throat. Teeth clashing, he dives straight in. It didn’t set off fireworks, as stated before - Dream never experienced those rose tinted glasses, they were nonexistent. But he kept going, dragging his tongue all over hers - winning dominance awfully quick.
Drool started seeping out corners off pretty pink as he went harder - trying to kiss away his urges for a certain brunette boy but to no avail. Thinking of that stupid thooty smirk, wide mouth - tongue dragging over sharp canines slowly.
Fuck. With his own fantasizing he ends up breathing a moan into his girlfriend's mouth.
A click of a cap makes the blonde break away quickly, “I'm going to prep your little ass, beautiful.” The boy infesting Dream's mind rejoiced, kissing up her neck — the position has George between his spread legs, feeling up on his girlfriend, said girlfriend straddling Dream.
And holy shit, seeing the brunette above him like this does something. Fuck, only if Mia would move - he would be able to see the expanse of the brits chest - chest and neck still filled with hickies from his girlfriend’s doing in the living room. Wondering how his own mark would pale in comparison. Yellow and pink dancing around each other now, hand in hand they swirl around Dream's body.
The brunette surprisingly didn't hold eye contact as he started warming lube between his fingers — too busy with the task at hand.
To stop himself from starting, Dream grabs his girlfriend's hips, “You gonna ride me like a good girl?” Voice low with want, somehow hoping the other boy will listen to his words - even if they are mainly spoken to her, “you gonna show me how good you can be?” He finishes with opened mouthed kisses over her breasts — circling his tongue over a nipple before nibbling it.
“P-please..” She tries, not good enough at all for what dream wants, he replaces the mouth on her breasts with his hands, fondling them. He figures the weight feels nice in his palm, but had always desired a flatter chest. But she was proud of her size, flaunting them around to catch her boyfriend's attention.
“Oh come on now, I know you can do better than that, princess,” he emphasizes his sentence by grabbing the base of his cock, slapping it over her pussy, hitting the clit - pussy wet from the lube dripping down from George’s fingers where he's working her rim open.
The lube glazing over his tip reminded him of the other boy for a second. Dream doesn't know how to feel about everything that has happened tonight. But his mind won't stop replaying a move-reel of a certain brunette’s glossed over doe eyes.
He’s also decided that yellow and pink don't go together.
Whimpering, “I-I please, I wanna feel you both, I be good-” He tunes out her begging, not interested one bit — doing nothing for him. Mind back to a british accent — and speak of the devil and he shall arrive, “Yeah, you wanna be a good little slut and make us feel good?” George pipes up.
The boy done with her ass, now sucking on her neck, both hands on her waist. Fuck this. Dream thinks as he discreetly moves the hand on her breast downwards — seemingly feeling her up. He drags it over her waist until he can feel one of George's hands.
He has no idea where this impulse came from but is going for it regardless. Curiosity killed the cat he remembers shamefully.
Distracting his girlfriend by pressing his forehead against hers muttering soft praises against her lips — he grabs George's wrist and takes it off her. He’s really doing this. Pink flare up like a shock wave finally being able to feel the soft pale skin.
Mind screaming at him like an alarm bell as he places the brunette's hand on his own thigh. Squeezing the brits wrist slightly before letting go, hoping he got the silent begging of touching him, “Fuck - blondie you're so fucking risque,” Sin himself speaks up, gripping his thigh.
“I - shit, uhm, ok - should we, should we start?” Dream tries, in shock of what he’s just done — body absolutely loving the brits hand caressing his thigh, fuzz shooting through his veins in response, despite his head telling him otherwise — when he looks up towards said brunette he finds him already staring Dream down - shit eating grin taking up half his face, squeezing his thigh when he finds Dream’s eyes again.
“Yes please, I wanna fuck you so bad,” George half grunts — his gaze, as expected, still on the blond. Holy fucking shit .
Hearing begging - this time around - makes his dick twitch. He bites his lip hard, stopping himself from just throwing his girlfriend out and fucking the living shit out of George. His skin probably flushed crimson under freckles — staring intently at those god-forsaken cherry bitten lips belonging to the brunette.
How Dream jumped from alarm bells to wanting to fuck the soul out of this boy, he could blame on his horndog brain. It’s sex, humans love sex — humans are animals when it comes to it. So it’s nothing out of the ordinary to want to break pretty british boys in bed.
I would make him cry.
Brought back down to the dimly lit, sex scented room with a slap to his peck, “Dream common, what are you doing?” A way to feminine voice - for his liking - asks, muted yellow over taking pink.
A half growl, “lift your hips, and be good,” just wanting his dick wet. Still, mocca are attached to forest — a knowing glint within them. He wishes they had blindfolded the girl, so he could keep unabashedly staring at the other boy without getting caught — with that being said, green rips away from the dark mop of hair and back to long blond.
Looking in her chocolate eyes for what feels like the first time in ages he asks,“You ready babe?” Trying to sound somewhat interested. With a “yeah” both boys start pushing, moaning as they do so.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” She whines when they reach all the way, stilling for a moment, “you're both so - “
Seemingly reading Dream's mind of wanting her to shut up, George grabs her hair and pushes her over Dream's chest - face ending up beside his neck in the mattress. Wanting to keep her there - George splays a hand in her locks, making her trapped, unable to see any of the boys as they start fucking into her.
“Mmh, yeah I know baby, shit - now take it and shut up.” The britt answers harshly, fucked out expression not matching his dominated voice. Eyes finally connecting again.
I love this staring contest, his own ridiculous thoughts creating a soft smile.
Dark locks drained in sweat hanging in front of wide eyes that never seemed to give up the relentless gaze, mouth open in an ‘O’ shape - fuck he probably doesn't like any better himself.
Staring as it's the only thing they know how to do — they move their hips faster. The room seemed to disappear, losing track of where his girlfriend is laying over his chest. He just keeps staring in mocca — feeling like he's falling on coffee, “So hot,” he moans out without meaning to — thrusting harder on reflex.
A high whine snaps him out, yellow dripping in the soft pink puddle on his chest — he scrunches his eyebrows in annoyance, he opens his mouth to speak before a certain british boy beat him to it, “what? You want us going harder, two cocks not enough for you?”
“Yes - god yes - I beg, please,” She began, taking the hint George moves to drape himself over her back, closeness making Dreams' heart beat faster — if that was even possible.
“Keep your head down. Hips up.” The brunette whispers harshly into her golden locks, moving back up slightly as he stabilizes himself with a hand on either side of their heads.
Jesus christ, this boy.
The proximity closer — but not close enough, a head's length of distance between the two boys. He can see every detail of the brits face from here, every freckle and blemish — beautiful, subjectively beautiful.
Fucked out expersion with a sheen of sweat, blown-out pupils almost not noticeable — courtesy of his dark mocca, he was beautiful. Moaning embarrassingly out loud as he thrust into his girlfriend at an ungodly pace — seeing George match it.
Beautiful to Dream, not because everyone told him growing up — not because his mother would tell him, but because he is.
Again, blaming his thought on pure sex drive.
“Your - fuck - you're so,” the brunette cuts himself off with a moan, so Dream naturally takes over, “Your - holy shit - your pussy so tight around me,” he starts, but making sure to lock eyes with a specific brunette before continuing, “I bet your little h-hole is even tighter fuck!” He swears, knowing George got the message as he sees him keen, eyes wide and ivory sinking in cherry before a train of “fuck fuck fuck” escapes his pretty pink while hips start going even harder.
He's not ashamed to admit he's completely forgotten his girlfriend — not literally, but using her as a warm heat for his dick — as he imagines the boy in front of him. She's loving it though, going limp with a scream as she gets fucked into by both boys — taking out their frustrations in her, whimpers of ‘yes’ and pleas puking out of her.
Angered by not being enough, its almost as a bomb ticks in his brain when Dream takes a hand off her hips to move it to the brunette's bicep. Second hand snaking around Mia’s head — holding it pressed in the mattress keeping her from catching his sinful acts.
What are you doing Clay?
With furrowed brows and a shit eating smirk the brit just observes Dream’s actions unfold — body shuddering as the blond continues exploring a big palm on his shoulder.
Soft, yet sharp.
Mocca permanently locked with green as they thrust harder if that was even possible — moans and slapping of skin echoing through the dark bedroom walls.
A hard look on his face, unwavering the blond grunts out, “you're being so good, p-princess,” hand exploring over the boy's soft chest, “make me feel - fuck - make me feel so good.” He finishes with a flick on his nipple.
The brunette in question looks utterly desperate whimpering loudly — like a puppy, big eyes set on green as he tries, “I - you - ple - fuck, I-I mean mph!”
Did british boy almost beg? Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Holy shit,” Dream whispers as his eyes roll in the back of his skull — hastily moving the hand on the brunette chest to his throat. Pounding into the warm heat harder as he lightly squeezes, “oh god, yes.” Mocca eyes beggs — making the owner of green ones twitch.
The boy's staring contest is never-ending, as Dream reaches his final straw - pulling George in by his neck - the whimper he heard was godly compared to the high whines coming from his left. Noses almost touching they speed up once again.
Dark strands of hair glued on his forehead with sweat and lust — Dream presses his own onto it. So close they can smell the sex on each other, pink over taking his body — slowly etching away the yellow.
Breathing heavier than ever, “I - I shit, so good, so fucking good - holy fuck,” the blond grunts into the mouth of the brunette — lips never touching, just moans traveling between open mouths, the brits whimpers almost growing into sobs out of desperation, “mmph, p-please.” He whispers, almost not audible over all the skin slapping. Dream can see the tears starting to form by mocca. Holy shit.
Hoping his girlfriend didn't hear the other boys begging — he let out an animalistic groan matching his thrusts. Dragging George's head on the right side of his own — his girlfriend's head still pushed in the mattress on his left.
Wasting no time as he turns his head to lay on top of George’s, pink fire flaring up his insides, “I'm gonna f-fucking ruin you,” with a lick to his jaw, the closet they have yet to be, tongue finally tasting skin — disgusting sweat-covered skin, and Dream loved every second of it, swimming in the salty taste melting in his mouth.
“I - ah , fuck - how are you doing this to me,” biting down on the brits jaw to silence his sounds. He expects no answer, no need for one. The answer lies beneath pretty crimson cheeks and hard cocks.
“Oh - oh my god, yes - Dream.” George tries to answer, hearing his own name come out of british spit covered lips, he couldn't take it anymore, mind filled with pretty mocca and the need for more than salt. Wet pink and red glazing together. Breathing — grunting in the mouth of the other, almost out of desperation Dream whines to the brit, like a spoiled kid who didn’t get their favorite candy.
Needing more. Wanting more.
Feeling fuzzy all over, yellow long gone. The bed disappears, sending Dream swirling down a black void as he harshly captures George's lips on his own. With a last cry they attack, tongues dancing around one another — ivory smashing, thrusts speeding in time with their mouths.
Wanting every taste the brunette had to offer, evident by the harsh muscle prodding the back of his mouth. Licking over the boys canines he had mocked Dream with all night, “P’ls, D’eam, I-Im g’nna,” the brunette fails to get out against the warmth of the other.
It didn't last long as the overpowering feeling of the coil in their collective stomachs tightened. Pushing George's mouth with a hungry bite enough to break skin — Dream panicked.
Swiftly pulling away to find his girl still face down in the mattress — feeling her tighten around him with a whorish moan, “shit.” Rolls his head back on the pillow, away from coffee. He didn't even realize she was nearing the end — not that he had cared for it, nor helping her reach it in any capacity.
Mia’s surprise orgasm around his cock and british bit swollen lips attaching on his neck was dragging him impossible closer. Not even realizing the latter boy had finished in her during their short makeout — stopping his thrusts.
“Such a good boy Dream,” the brunette started, low enough to not be heard by anyone else, and god — he really hoped no one did, embarrassed by how the words made his hips stutter.
“There you go blondie, you gonna be a good boy and cum in your girlfriend for me?” His breathing heavy in the blond's ear — nibbling on it slightly. He never wants the feeling to stop, never wanting sharp ivory to let go. Pink fuzz stronger than before, borderline ecstasy.
“Holy - fuck me - shit, shit, shit, shit,” he screams out, hanging on the edge, ”Geor- I mean, fuck, Mia!” As he spills embarrassing amounts of white inside her, dick pulsating as his mind festers on only one thing, George, George, George.
“Fuck, there you go - so good Dream, feel so good.” The smaller boy coaxes him through his orgasm with a heavy whisper. If his girl was kissing his neck, he didn't care — too busy with that deep accent invading his brain, and he wouldn't mind keeping it locked there forever. Playing it on repeat any time of the day.
“Fuck.” The blond breaths, his vision coming back slowly. The room fell silent except for the heavy panting. George had moved away before the couple opened their eyes — disappearing out of the room, he felt pink wash away with him.
The afterglow hits him like a train. He just kissed a boy. And, the same boy made him come embarrassingly fast whispering filthy words in his ear. His bones are still buzzing as he feels not pink, not yellow — but black drip over his brain.
Shame, pure shame and confusion. Hands shaky as exhales.
Jumping slightly when Mia pipes up, “So?” He had almost forgotten she was there — she wanted to know his thoughts. He can't tell her he just had the best sex of his life because of some britsih boy staring into his eyes. Alarm bells telling him how wrong it is.
“I mean it was alright, d-did you enjoy yourself?” He responds instead.
“Mmm very,” she softly lets out as she slides off her boyfriend's chest — laying down beside him. He understands, they were brutal — fucking into her with no remorse, slightly feeling bad before remembering this how she always wants in bed.
He opens his mouth to speak as he hears the brunette enter again.
“Hi blondie’s, just stay put and I’ll clean you up, sweetheart.” He smiles softly — pink rushing back seeing the other boys cherry face. “You didn't have to do that,” the blond starts as he watches him wash up the very limp Mia beside him, “you're our guest, you shouldn't have to.”
“Yeah, and I just had an awesome orgasm with two hot blondes.” He smirks as he throws a hoodie on Mia, and a pair of boxers for Dream.
Still it's courtesy, the brunette shouldn't have to clean up after them because Dream's internally beating himself up. Before he could protest anymore he felt a damp washcloth on his thigh — stiffening before relaxing again with a small grunt.
Watching as the brunette travels up his inner thigh, right by his junk, before the brit could continue he grabs his wrist — stern look on his face, “come on bro, I’ll show you where the shower is,” knowing damn well the George already knew where it was — if the damp washcloth was any sign, “you can go in first.” Dream finishes as he leans over his girl giving her a soft peck, yellow lingering on his lips.
“Just gonna show our guest the bathroom, babe.”
And with that Dream leaps out of the bed, quickly throwing on some sweats as he walks out — not bothering looking back, knowing the brunette would follow. He couldn't decide if he felt absolute hatred for the other boy or not. Mad for making him feel these things — do these things.
Once outside the room he continues his stride down some doors before reaching his office, walking inside calmly — the calm before the storm.
He hears George behind him — closing the door.
What am I doing.
Dream snaps around and pins the brunette to the wall — George not surprised by the action just smiles up at him, the height difference so, so much more prominent now.
“What is it Dream,” he smiles up, wrists pinned on either side of his head, “wanna tell me what happened to that ‘not wanting guys touching me’ rule?” Despite the brunette teasing words, Dream couldn't help but get lost in the coffee eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
Dream figures out then and there — that maybe he prefers mocca over chocolate.
“Fuck you.”