"how does it look?"
the brunette turned around to reveal the blushy skirt. it fit his small frame perfectly, the color suiting his pale skin.
instead of responding, dream got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist. the touch from behind him was enough to make george shiver, feeling the familiar hands trace his hips.
suddenly, the older was spun around and facing the blonde. the two's lips collided, george hands laying flat on dream's chest. pulling away for a breath, the brunette inhaled only to be brought right back in for a kiss.
dream lowered his head to george's ear, breathing heavily. the older tensed at the motion wondering what was happening.
"in case you were wondering george, i like the skirt"
with that, the blonde left the room leaving george stunned.
