A Smile With A Bite. DNF

Part Twenty

Dream and George breathlessly ripped their clothes from one another, fumbling for a passionate kiss between each article of clothing that got tossed across the room. Dried blood still littered both of their skin where they had been injured but they were healed now and they didn't care. All Dream could think about was convincing this little vampire that he would die for him. And all George could think about was how happy he was to be in Dream's arms again.

Dream buried his hands in George's hair as he pulled him into a kiss so deep that his toes curled. Dream smiled at the little sound that escaped George and ran his hands down his face to caress his jaw. He pulled away just enough to run his thumb across George's bottom lip and catch his breath. George arched into him, wanting more of his touch. Dream's thumb left a scorching trail behind as it moved across his mouth. He needed more.

"I need you, Dream," George panted. He wrapped his arms around Dream's broad, bare shoulders and dig his nails into his skin. "Please touch me."

Dream met George's lust-drunk stare and felt an excited shiver race up his spine. He groaned, grabbing George's jaw and smacking a sloppy, wet kiss on his amazing lips.

"It drives me fucking crazy when you look at me like that, George. I've never wanted to fuck you so badly."

"Dream..."

"Is it unfair of me to bite you?"

George chuckled and raised his hips, desperately grinding them into Dream to pull his attention back to what he needed. He was already hard and pulsing. He needed release. He wanted Dream's hands on him. As much as George loved Dream's deep, sexy voice, he wanted him to shut up and do something. He had been deprived of his immaculate skills in bed for weeks and he couldn't handle it any longer.

"Please, Dream.." George whispered breathlessly.

Dream looked down between them to see George fisting his hard length through his boxers. That was all that was left on either of them, concealing the most desperate parts of their interlaced bodies. Dream couldn't help but smile at the way George touched himself. He could see a wet spot on the fabric of George's boxers where the tip of his cock rubbed. It was fucking adorable.

"Keep touching yourself," Dream commanded, glancing up at George again.

George groaned and attempted to pull Dream's body flush to his. Dream resisted with an amused chuckle. "I want you, Dream," George whined.

"Prove to me how badly you want it."

"I can't.. I need you..."

"Touch yourself for me, George."

Dream reached for George's boxers and wiggled them off his hips. They parted for just long enough to pull them down George's legs and toss them aside, and then their limbs entangled all over again. Dream took George's hand and guided it back to his cock that laid on his stomach with a glistening tip. He wanted to do dirty things to George, but even more than that, he wanted George to beg for it. He wanted to see how far he would go.

George whimpered as he wrapped his fingers around his base and let Dream drag his hand up his length. He squeezed gently at the tip and shuttered with the course of pleasure that overcame him. Dream silently praised him with a kiss to his temple, adding another to his cheek and his jaw before settling into the crook of his neck. George slowly stroked himself as Dream littered his neck in rough kisses, licking and nibbling at his skin in ways that made George gasp and writhe desperately.

Dream held himself up with one hand beside George's head as the other trickled teasingly down George's side. He ran his fingertips over George's bloodied ribcage, his defined hip bone, and over his thigh. George moaned at his touch and Dream's touch turned rough as he gripped the warm skin of George's thigh and hiked it around his hips.