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Body Worship

"Oh, George, look at you," the blond chuckled smugly looking down at his lover.

The brunet laid under a soft warm light of the morning sun, his hands tied the the bed post, drool sliding down his chin.

He's been pleading for hours from the man, but only got more teasing touches, praised til dawn.

"Dream-"

It was a short gasp of air, begging to be touched, for something to happen.

"Ah ah ah, honey. Let me adore you."

God, it was a sight to almost make Dream cry.

"Your skin is golden, you're like a god."

George's dark eyes rolled back in his head. He swore this man was going to be the death of him.

Dream smiled tracing his finger to the brunet's happy trail, across bite marks that were left from nights before.

Soft breaths of 'pleases' fell from George's mouth, about ready to break the rope he was in.

Giggling from watching the other struggle, he finally decided to indulge his waiting boyfriend, pressing at the base of his cock with his thumb.

"Sh- shit, Dream!" George cried, finally being touched.

Smirking slightly, he continued his soft praises, along with a tease to his boyfriend's neglected cock.

"Such a pretty sight, you're the most beautiful thing ever, wanna worship you until death due us part."

About almost cumming from those words, a cock ring was set on, George begging Dream to not, needing that release.

Shaking his head, Dream watches his boy groan, gripping onto anything he could.

Pretty little sin.

He could die here looking at him, his pretty eyes, pudgy thighs, and everything that made George, George.

“God, baby,” Dream swallowed his spit about, eyes darting to every body part of his lover.

George just clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to cum and be fucked through every second of it.

Tears of overwhelming starvation of touch filled the brunet’s eyes, and the younger could barely stand looking at him.

In only a matter of seconds, Dream threw off his boxers, along with taking his hand to brush along the plug that was holding his boyfriend open.

Throwing his head back at the not excpted tocuh, George whined loudly, pushing back, “Dr’m, please, need to-“

Just hushing the other softly, Dream granted every little wish to the other by taking the rather large toy out, and replacing it with himself.

“Shit!” The smaller man cried loudly, shoving his head into the broad chest.

“Shh, you’re ok, pretty. Just let me worship you,” Dream whispered huskily.

George just shook his head, he wanted, no, he needed to cum.

“Off,” George muffled between huffs of pleasure, “off!”

Furrowing his eyebrows, not knowing exactly what he wanted, until he remembered the ring.

“Course sweetie,” Dream smiled, reaching down to gently start to pull of the toy, pulling more gasps of pleasure out.

“But, you gotta let me eat you out after. Can you do that for me baby?” Dream asked sweetly, humming as he wuickled his pace of thrusts.

“Mhm! Mhm! J- Just for you!”

“Good boy.”

And just like that, the ring was removed and George came all over his chest and Dream’s stomach, Dream amazed at the fact that he came without even bei bc touched.

It was almost too much for Dream, when he gripped the pale skin, purple engraving of pretty bruises.

Laying there as Dream kept fucking the mess he made into him, he couldn’t help but start to cry at the praises left as he was fucked.

“So, so pretty,” the darker blond slowed down eventually stopping to just let the silence of gasps filling the room.

Shutting his eyes, George let his legs spread open, every tiny movement was almost feeling in his guts.

“Love you,” Dream murmured into George’s shoulder, the man letting out a small smile.

“Love you more,” the smaller replied softly, letting his shaky fingers thread through his boyfriends hair.

Minutes passed for the two to calm down, George almsot falling asleep in the poSition he was in until he felt the cock that was in him being slowly dragged out.

“F- Fuck,” George stuttered, gripping on the bedsheets.

“Just one more thing, darling, then we’ll take a nice hot bath, wanna keep loving on you,” Dream said between kisses on George’s extremely sweaty forehead.

“Please, love you so much.”

Almost bringing tears to hear it from a living angel, Dream loved him forever.
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