Sex With a Ghost- DNF SmutFic

~Hoping to hit somewhere vital When I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile~

George scrambled to the lights and flipped them on, only to have a hand slammed against his chest, shoving him against the wall. His eyes adjusted to the light to see Dream in front of him "Did you just try to tase me?" George was still reeling from the burst of adrenaline "Wha-what? Dream?" Dream laughed wryly "Yes, it's Dream. Who else would it be?" George pressed his forearms against Dream's chest, pushing him weakly "I thought you were an intruder! Why is the front door open?!" Dream looked over at the door "Oh," he walked over to close and lock it "I manifested and tripped over the corner of the couch. I tried to grab onto something and I ended up grabbing the door handle and opening it. Sorry." George took a deep breath "You scared me." Dream smiled "Yeah I could tell by your...weapon there."

George set the taser gun on the coffee table "Why did you, what did you say? Manifest?" Dream nodded and sat on the arm of the couch "Yeah, manifest, and I wanted to see you." George sighed, crossing his arms "Why? What do you want with me this time?" Dream pouted "Is there something wrong with wanting to see you?" George was quiet for a moment, scowling at him "Knowing what your future intentions are with me, yes." Dream chuckled "You make it sound like I'm holding you captive." George leaned his back against the wall "You may as well be. Anytime you show up, you always try to fluster me and touch me and make me feel weird and embarrassed." Dream smirked "Do you not enjoy it?" George bit the inside of his cheek "I don't like being taunted."

"Well it's really fun for me." Dream smiled smugly. "Of course it's fun for you, you're not the one blushing!" George huffed angrily. "I mean, you could try to fluster me, if you wanted." George shook his head "No, I can't do that." He looked away. "Why not? I'm giving you my permission. You have my full consent to try and make me blush." George didn't respond. "Why not, George? Why won't you?" Dream tilted his head in genuine curiosity. George sighed "I have a feeling words wouldn't do very much. If I were to make you flustered, I'd have to..." Dream smirked "You'd have to what, George?" George shook his head "You're an idiot." Dream wheezed "Oh, I'm an idiot now?" George rolled his eyes "I'm right. Aren't I?" Dream nodded. "Well there you go. That's why I won't." Dream groaned "You're no fun."

"And you're nothing but trouble." George sat on the edge of the coffee table, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face for a brief moment. Dream looked at him sweetly 'I really want to kiss him...' he thought to himself 'How do I manage that?'. He pinched George's chin between his index finger and thumb, making  him look up at him "Can I kiss you, George?" George was taken back by the question "Wh-what? Why?" Dream shrugged, looking to his eyes and lips simultaneously "I dunno, just really want to." George blushed bright pink, thinking 'Am I desperate enough to want this?' After a long moment of silence, he inhaled shakily before nodding, making Dream smile. Why not, ya know? Dream was already eventually gonna fuck him. His smile was different though, it was more soft than his usual, mischievous one. Dream leaned in and kissed George soft and slow, not wanting to rush anything more than he already was. George squeezed his eyes shut, sitting there not knowing what to do. When Dream began to pull away, George found himself chasing after his lips.

Dream smirked at the desperation" It really has been six years, hasn't it?" George nodded guiltily,
"Yeah...sorry." He grabbed his arm and looked away, closing in on himself. "There's no shame in wanting, George. Six years is a long time." George sighed sadly "Trust me, I know." Dream turned George's head to make eye contact with him "You don't have to want.  Not with my offer, but no pressure. You're sweet, and I'd hate to make you do anything you didn't want to." George smiled softly at his kindness "Thank you, Dream." Dream nodded "Don't worry about it. I'll leave you alone now." He stood and faded away like the night before. George laid back on the coffee table, his head hanging over the edge. 'Want.'

George went to his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror for a bit "What even is this life?" He sighed tiredly before doing his nightly routine and heading to bed. He laid on his back staring at the ceiling until he turned to his side and gently touched his lips with his fingers. He couldn't help but think of his ex and how long it's been since he's really felt a good type of touch. More than platonic or between family members. He closed his eyes and fell asleep to the thought of not being as touch starved as he just realized he was.
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{I'm a dumbass, no need to tell me ✋🙄 I can't believe I forgot an entire conversation D:}
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