Forever

Chapter 28

*TW: smut 🥸

"You. I want you, Dream."

The words affected Dream immediately, and warmth branched out to every possible part of his body. But it was more than just the knowledge that George still wanted him, it was the fact that George still wanted him even without the memories. It meant that no matter what happened after this, there was a decent chance things between them would be okay.

The hold Dream had on the edge of the counter tightened. Despite everything, he was still hesitant, still worried that if he did too much too quickly, George might change his mind.

George's eyes flitted down towards one of his hands, and his eyes found Dream's again as he softly reassured him, "you don't need to use every ounce of self control you have, Dream. Not right now."

Dream nodded, and George turned to face him. His hand touched Dream's face lightly, and then he was sliding fingers up and into still damp blonde hair to pull Dream closer. They kissed, and when George's lips parted, Dream could taste the spearmint from his toothpaste on the tip of his tongue.

He pulled George's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently at the same time an exploratory hand slid down his chest and towards his stomach. He broke away from the kiss and both of their eyes drifted down to watch that same hand move slowly down Dream's abdomen. George's fingers brushed lightly over the front of the towel wrapped around Dream's waist, and Dream had to actively stop himself from groaning in response.

George's fingers moved to just barely dip under the fabric of the towel, and his dark, questioning eyes lifted to meet Dream's waiting gaze. With a reluctant exhale, Dream made a reach for George's wrists and pulled both of his hands away as he muttered, "if this is going to work, I need you to stop touching me."

Confusion clouded George's face, and Dream kissed the corner of his mouth before quietly adding on, "I want this to be about you, and only you. And I can't focus when your hands are on me like that."

George nodded, and Dream let go of his wrists to turn him back around towards the mirror. George leaned back into him again, and Dream slid his hands down the brunette's arms, taking hold of both hands and guiding his palms to rest flat against the counter. He kept George's hands pressed down with his own hands, and then met his gaze in the mirror as he spoke, "the only thing I need you to do is keep your hands right here, and keep your eyes on me. Understand?"

George only watched him carefully, head tilting as he asked, "why do I need to keep my eyes on you?"

Dream smiled at the question, and then dipped his head down towards George's ear as he quietly asked a question of his own, "you need my help remembering, right?"

He heard George's breath hitch in his throat, and as soon as George nodded, he continued, "I'm going to help you remember by making you watch, George."

George swallowed hard, and Dream watched through the mirror as his eyes clouded over with want and he quietly asked, "watch what, exactly?"

"You're going to watch me while I show you how well I know you and the things you like," Dream murmured quietly, pressing a light kiss to George's jaw, "then maybe you'll remember how good I can make you feel, and how good you make me feel."

George exhaled slowly, and his head tipped back against Dream's shoulder in an attempt to look up at him. One of Dream's hands moved to gently grab George's jaw, and he directed his gaze back towards the mirror. George didn't try to fight it, and instead nodded once as he muttered, "okay. Show me, then."

Dream's heart rate picked up, and he moved both hands back to George's waist. Despite George's words, he was still channeling as much self control as he could. George was giving him a lot, trusting him with a big part of a relationship that was essentially new to him. And even if it wasn't new to Dream, he still wanted to move forward carefully and slowly.