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Vanilla, Spearmint, & Silky Smooth Skin - Dream x George

VANILLA , SPEARMINT, AND SILKY SMOOTH SKIN - Dream x George
In Which They Won't Forget, Even After Breaking Up
NSFW [TW/CW: Slight angst]

How could they forget each other?

They can't. And they won't.

Dream will always remember how alabaster skin felt under his fingertips. How the hickeys and bruises from his tight, loving grip contrasted the paleness. How his mouth left purple and red marks on nearly every inch of snow white silk. How soft and smooth his skin felt compared to Dream's rough, calloused hands.

Dream will never forget how flexible George was. That was one of his favorite things about the brit; how he could move him around and shift him differently, and George would just take it. In Dream's words, he would take it like the good little slut he was.

Dream will always remember how every inch of George's body looked. How he had clear skin, dotted freckles on his face and other parts of his body. How smooth his legs always were because George would shave; he liked being smooth, and it was good hygiene anyway. How slender his fingers were, and how small his hands looked when they were wrapped around Dream's cock.

Dream will never forget the way the sun shined on George's skin, and how a smile would subconsciously find it's way to his face just from looking at the brunet. His skin looked so ethereal in the sunlight, and even in the moonlight it looked so pretty. The freckles accentuating his face only made it that much more stunning.

Dream will always remember the way George's face would contort when filth was spilled all over him. How blissfully fucked out he looked on most nights, at the hands of Dream himself. Dream loved that he could cause George to look like that, his pretty boy.

Dream will never forget the mocha eyes he fell in love with. The ivory teeth that would show every time George smiled or laughed, and how much he loved seeing George smile. The dimples on George's face that would appear whenever he would smile. The fluffy brown hair with tiny curls in, and how messy it would get at times.

Dream could never forget anything about George.

And he won't.

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George will always remember the tanned skin he admired most. How the red scratch marks going up and down Dream's back and the crescent shaped marks on his shoulders and arms looked under dim lighting. How rough his skin would be; how calloused his big, veiny hands were, and how those same hands would manhandle George.

George will never forget the manhandling. Roughness wasn't a big thing for him until he met Dream, then it became everything for him. The bruising grip Dream would have on him while pounding into him, the marks left by his hands, the marks left by his mouth. He loved it all, he was obsessed with it all.

George will always remember how built Dream was. His chiseled, toned abs. His tanned skin peppered in light brown freckles. His scent of spearmint and how intoxicating it would be. He always smelled minty, and it would drive George insane. It fit him well. George will always remember the way Dream's muscles would flex whenever he lifted something heavy, or whenever he would shift George's leg to be slung over his shoulder, ruthlessly fucking George into oblivion. The veins in his hands and arms were George's favorite part. And they always would be.

George will never forget how different Dream looked in different positions. Whether he was just standing up normally or if he was laying flat on the bed, he always managed to look incredibly hot. He looked so different in every changing posture, but one thing stayed the same: he always looked so fucking hot.

George will always remember how golden Dream's skin would look in the sunlight. He would look so godly as they watched the sunsets together, Dream's skin glowing with the rays of orange casted onto him. George loved how godly Dream looked, how real he was, and how Dream was exactly everything George wanted and needed. In the moonlight, or the dawn of early morning, his skin would be lighter; but George still admired it for how perfect his skin was.

George will never forget the sounds Dream would make, because of him. The deep, low groans and moans. How the blonde would bite his lip hard enough for it to bleed; George bruising his knees on the hardwood floors in their bedroom, kitchen, living room. While Dream would be making those lewd sounds, George would either be doing the same, or he would be struggling to match the obscene noises due to his choking and gagging.

George will always remember the emerald green eyes that put him in his place. The blonde curly hair that he would play with while watching movies with Dream. The wicked grin he would get in any circumstance.

George could never forget anything about Dream.

And he won't.

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