MCYT Oneshots

Canvas - Dream x George

CANVAS - DREAM X GEORGE
Knife Play
NSFW [TW/CW: Smut, bloodplay]

Perhaps it had crossed both of their minds before. But neither one had mentioned anything about such a thing, because it was abnormal. In all honesty, maybe it was sick to think about.

Then again, it couldn't have been any worse than anything else they've tried before. After all, knife play was probably one of the more normal things they hadn't tried yet.

Dream and George have had sex plenty of times. They're always trying new things, even if some of those things are weird or crazy to others. They have boundaries, and a safe word, and they know their own limits.

But there was one thing they hadn't tried yet that drove both of them absolutely insane.

Knife play.

To Dream, it sounded empowering. Holding a knife against George's throat, or gliding the blade softly down his chest marked with pretty shades of purple and garnet. It would feel exhilarating, being able to make George feel weak and pathetic.

And to George, it would feel nearly the same, except he wouldn't be the powerful one. He would feel small, and useless, and he loved the thought of being cut. Just a little bit, not enough to actually cause any real harm to himself.

They had never mentioned it to one another before, but somehow, the idea emerged between the two anyway despite their silence about it. Simply because George bought a pretty blue knife with a glossy black handle for Dream for his birthday.

He put white tissue paper in the box, which was a lime green color. Wrapped a pretty dark green bow around it and then wrote a note to the blonde on the little tag.

Don't cut yourself.

He wanted to add, "cut me".

Dream found himself editing a YouTube video, flicking the blade back in it's place then popping it out again. He even twirled it around his fingers, watching how the reflection in the handle danced beautifully in the movement.

"You're gonna hurt yourself." a sigh from the brunet standing in the doorframe. Dream turns around and smiles, welcoming his boyfriend onto his lap.

"I'd never hurt myself." he smiles and kisses George on the cheek.

I'd only hurt you. (With permission of course.)

"Clearly you're enjoying your birthday present." George smiles, staring at Dream's monitor and the unfinished video on the screen. He twirls his thumb mindlessly, trying to silence the thoughts running rampant in his mind.

"Maybe a little bit." Dream kisses his neck softly, nothing more than a peck.

The boys sit in a comfortable silence, both of their minds going a million miles per hour, the most sinful thoughts swirling in their brains.

Absentmindedly, Dream presses the handle of the knife to George's neck, the cool metal touch earning a sigh from the brunet. The blond kisses his neck again before pressing harder. George's eyes close, and he sighs, relaxing his body against Dream's.

"You're so pretty," Dream compliments, dragging the cool metal down George's front. "So fragile."

George whines, his grip tightening on Dream's shirt. He's wanted this for so long, nearly too desperate to wait any longer to have a sharp blade against his skin. He's never wanted anything this much. He's never wanted Dream to make him bleed.