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It was a regular Saturday night in the Dream Team household. Sapnap was out with his friends for their weekly game night and his boyfriends were fucking like rabbits.
Broken moans of 'George~' and sticky, slick sounds rang throughout the hallways of their shared home. Breathy, unintelligible truths whispered.
"Ge-George," Dream panted. "fu‐ 'm close!"
"Oh~" George let out a broken moan, slowing his pace.
"Dream," he whispered apologetically. "Fuck- I need to use the bathroom really bad. 'M sorry…"
"Noooo..!" Dream whined, wrapping his legs around George’s waist in an attempt to keep him where he was.
"Dream..." George warned, the desperation in his voice unmistakable. His words sounded like more of a plea than a warning.
"George," Dream pleaded. "Prime- use me.."
George frowned, not liking the idea of the amount of cleanup that would be needed afterwards.
"please…" Dream breathed quietly. "I want it so badly…"
George sighed, frowning in concentration. He tried not to think too hard about what he was doing for Dream. It started with little spurts that soon became torrents as George let himself go.
It was warm and filling and wonderful and amazing and Dream loved every minute of it. It was amazing. He could feel it leaking out of him and he felt that all too familiar heat pooling in his stomach. He clung to the bed sheets as his back arched involuntarily and a wave of fatigue and pleasure hit him square in the face. He was exhausted. He just wanted to lay there in the mess that he'd convinced George to make but they had to get cleaned up.
Sapnap would be home soon and it would be pretty hard to explain to him why their bed sheets smelled like piss.