A Week In November // dreamnotfound

-14-

Orlando, Florida
November 30th – 11:34pm

Lips locked together, the fiery pit of passion and lust igniting in Dream's chest setting off fireworks to his gut. His eyes were clenched shut, eagerly feeding on the euphoric feeling of finally being able to feel, to taste the man beneath him.

Dream's hands hungrily rode under George's shirt, yearning to feel skin, to let his fingers glide across flesh, feel the softness and warmth. Dream's hands dipped down, dragging down the length of George's torso, gripping at the hem of his hoodie.

Cold fingers felt under, grasped around his waist causing George to gasp, his stomach coiling in on itself, gut twisting in knots to try contain the pure arousal building inside of him. The brunette pulled the boy on top of him closer, fingers interlocking behind the blonde's neck, anything to make their kiss more connected, more sensual.

Their lips melted together, tongues fought a silent battle as their kiss grew more rough by each growing second. The younger couldn't contain the blissful pleasure erupting in his core, the feeling of relief after withholding for so fucking long.

But he wanted more.

Dream's fingers hooked under the hem of George's hoodie, not breaking the kiss, until he had to, to pull the older's hoodie over his head.

Dream practically felt the wind get knocked from his chest when he could finally see the boy beneath him. The pictures that George sent him over the past few weeks didn't do him any justice. Words couldn't describe just how perfect Dream thought George was. He was just that fucking stunning. He looked like all things holy, as if the gods above sculpted him themselves from clay and gault.

"Off." George muttered breathlessly, stopping Dream's stares to pull at the seam of his shirt.

Dream obliged embarrassingly quickly, pulling away to swiftly bring his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor in a forgotten mess. George looked up at him in slight awe, something the blonde didn't necessarily need reminding of. He knew how he looked, he took care of his body, ate well, worked out regularly, and could confidently say he looked good.

But he didn't give George that much time to dwell on his body, cutting off his shameless stares by gripping his jaw, and slamming their lips together again.

Dream kissed into George's mouth, harder, more frantically, feeling the pit of arousal in his pants, the pain itself from restraining himself for so goddamn long, making him just want to relieve himself right at that second.

Dream's leg snaked between George's, thigh rubbing up against the brunette's equally painfully hard erection. George could only moan into the kiss, feeling the friction against his hard dick, knowing how long he had to hold himself off, making it all the more alleviating.

"Shit.." Dream trailed his kisses down George's neck, sucking at the plush skin, lapping his tongue across and up his collarbone. He couldn't fathom the idea of having George, having him under him, being able to do terrible things to him. He didn't just want to use him though, he wanted to do everything right. Make him feel good, feel him come apart under his fingertips. He wanted to worship him.

George's breath hitched into his throat, feeling the younger attack his neck so beautifully made him want to cry out. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, preventing himself from embarrassing himself too much, but when Dream did things like that it was too hard to contain.

George softly bit into the flesh of his hand, trying to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his lips. He felt his teeth sink deeper and deeper, could start to feel the pain, until the younger tightly grasped his wrist, pinning it to the bed.