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.

Brown eyes met green, George could feel the intensity Dream was sending from above him. "Don't hold back, I want to hear you." Dream told him. The brunette could only nod, too breathless to comprehend words, his veins overflowing with the overwhelming surge of fondness the younger was giving to him.

Dream looked up into his eyes, "Just let me worship you." He breathed out, in a silent confession, eyes inadvertently filled with an immense amount of adoration. George couldn't comprehend the look behind the blonde's eyes, too overwhelming to get lost into at that moment, too exhilarating to think about, so instead he nodded his head.

Dream grinned, before dropping back down to attack the brunette's neck. He roughly pressed his lips into the brunette's skin, mewling at the drawn out moan that spewed from the older's lips. Teeth dragged, biting harsh marks into soft skin, painting dark, purple bruises into his flesh, a silent reminder that he was marked his, and only his.

George's eyes shut in bliss, fingers clawing at the back of Dream's neck in an attempt to balance out the pleasure, as Dream found that certain spot. Dream took that as his encouragement, not even bothering to conceal his grin as he assaulted his skin over and over again. George felt his chest constrict, felt his breaths catch in his lungs as Dream trailed kisses down the boy's chest, leaving slick streaks of spit until he reached the brunette's boxers.

"May I?" Dream asked, eyes glancing up to search George's flushed out face.

George nodded, chest heaving in and out to try catch his breath, he loved that Dream was being sure, but shit did he want to feel something. "Fuck, yes.. Please." George pleaded.

Dream beamed, lips attaching themselves back to George's waist, trailing down across his v-line til he reached the hem of his boxers. His fingers hooked at the seams, slowly pulling them down, continuing to kiss down his leg, until his boxers were off. Dream pulled his boxers off completely, disposing them on the floor, leaving him completely bare, spread out across the bed.

"Fuck.." Dream couldn't help but stare, when he was laid out underneath him like this, so angelic, so fucking sexy, it would be a crime not to.

George felt extremely promiscuous, but seeing the way that Dream looked at him, the hunger that ignited in his eyes as they raked over his body, just made him harder. He wanted to feel something, just feel friction.

"Dre-" But his whines were cut off, when he finally felt Dream's hands wrap around his cock.

George's dick molded to the curve of Dream's hand, tugging against skin while his grip slickly pulled up and down. The green-eyed man watched George fall apart underneath his touch, watched his face scrunch so filthily sensually before he bobbed his mouth down to taste the head of his cock. Dream felt himself grow harder, as he let his tongue drag across the older's slit, lap up the precum spilling out as he sucked it deep into his mouth till it hit the back of his throat.

George couldn't think at all, mind a foggy haze of lust and pleasure to think about anything else apart from how Dream's lips felt around him. He could only dwell on the sinking feeling in his gut, the looming ecstasy.

Dream bobbed his head faster, hollowing out his cheeks to swallow hard around George's dick. Dream let out a low hum, tongue licking up the underside of his cock, as he continued to please him. George let his hand wander through Dream's unkempt hair, tugging roughly at the strands to contain himself from tipping over the edge.

George couldn't help but get lost in the feeling, the feeling of Dream between his legs, treating him so fucking good. His eyes were hooded with lust, lips parted as his tongue lolled out of his mouth in rapture.

Dream's hand reached up, fingers instinctively holding out in front of his pretty pink lips. "Suck." He said simply, before bobbing his head back down to suck George's dick.

George's hand wrapped around Dream's, bringing his hand up to his lips to suck on the digits, covering them in a thick coat of saliva. Dream felt George's tongue swirl around his fingers, weave in between them, felt the spit soak his fingers. Dream slowed his mouth's movements, pulling his hand away from George before bringing them down towards his entrance. Dream's fingers teasingly circled his rim, traced around tauntingly as George mewled, until he gently slipped one inside.

"S-shit.." He stuttered out, hands clawing at the bedsheets, trying to focus on the pleasure coming from both ends. Mouth slacked, lips parted, tongue pressing against his teeth subconsciously as Dream fingered him in slow rhythmic movements, easing two and then three fingers into him, while he continued to blow him.

Dream fingered him, painfully slowly, scissoring his digits to stretch his tight hole out. George felt the younger's long fingers reach deep inside him, felt his digits drag excruciatingly beautifully against his walls. The older felt the welcoming burn, the stretch of his ass, felt his heart beat pick up impossibly faster.

A sudden gasp, pulled from the brunette's lips, becoming a grunting and spluttering mess as Dream finally pressed against the familiar sweet spot that made his body shake uncontrollably all on its own.

"Oh my-" He choked, spit catching in his throat as he grunted out incoherent things, too caught up in the feeling of being full while Dream stimulated his cock to form words. Dream aimed, thrusted against his prostate with his fingers with a rough force.

George felt himself grow close, felt his climax reach nearer and higher. But he didn't want to come just yet.

George's hand reached to grip Dream's face, to pull him away.  "Need you, in me, now." He protested, much to Dream's pleasure. Dream grinned, pulling away from George. Roughly, he kissed up his thigh, softly nipping his flesh as he readjusted himself in between the brunette's legs. Just as he was about to reach into his nightstand, to pull out the lube and condoms, George interrupted him.

"Forget the condom, I want to feel you." He whispered lustfully into the blonde's ear. Immediately his brows shot up, heart beat stuttering in his chest as his agonizingly painful erection grew harder.

Movements grew rough, rushed to cover his erection in lube, and just get on with it. He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, watching carefully as the brunette swiftly took it from his hands and uncapped the bottle. Dream groaned, feeling George's dainty hand smear a generous amount of the thick liquid across his dick, finally feeling some satisfaction.

He had been wanting this for so long, craving the satisfaction, the release.

Dream leaned down, chest pressing against George's as he aligned himself with his asshole. George's arms wrapped around Dream's neck, eagerly anticipating, craving the feeling of the blonde inside him.

Easing into him, Dream watched as his dick disappeared inside the brunette, feeling as George's tight hole clenched around him, watching as George fell apart, fell into that pleasurable and addictive feeling of fullness.

"Shit, George, you feel so good." He groaned, fingers absentmindedly tightening around George's waist. He hadn't felt anything better, experienced anything as exhilarating as being inside the older man underneath him. "Geo-"

"Fuck me, please." He interjected, begged, eyes hungry for more, to be fucked out. And Dream didn't need to be told twice.

In one swift movement, Dream pulled out completely, dick catching past his rim, before snapping his hips back in. And then he was done for.

George whined, mewled at the pleasure, feeling Dream plow impossibly deep within his hole. His eyes rolled back into his head, filthy moans streaming past his lips in an unbroken melody. Hands grabbed, grasped at dirty blonde locks, anything to anchor him down.

"My go-" His mouth went slack, a long, lecherous moan constantly drawing from his throat as he felt Dream's hip's snap into him, felt his hips slap against his ass licentiously. George felt his hips grow weak, felt his legs begin to tremble as he dwelled in the euphoric feeling of being fucked out. He wasn't just seeing stars, he was seeing the whole fucking galaxy.

"You're taking me so fucking well.." Dream set a bruising grip, fingers digging into skin to pull him back down to the earth.

The older gasped, writhed in pleasure, feeling his prostate being stimulated repeatedly in a brutal, vicious pattern. He had never felt this full before, all his other partners he had before, looking like amateurs compared to the way Dream was treating him.

The brunette felt the growing sensation, the increasing euphoria in the pit of his stomach as Dream fucked inside of his gut. Tears formed in his eyes, streamed down the side of his face, unable to control himself. He felt his body grow hot, felt the pleasure course through his veins like an addictive illicit substance, felt his orgasm begin to erupt in his core.

George's brow scrunched, forehead wrinkling as his eyes met Dream's again. "F-fuck.. I'm g-gonna come." He confessed, feeling his stomach bottom out completely as his prostate was abused, over and over again.

Dream was in the same state as George, felt that lingering feeling grow bigger every thrust deep into the brunette. "Me.. too." He breathed, feeling George's walls tighten around him.

Dreams head dipped down, hands gripping his jaw as their lips collided in a mess of rough open-mouthed kisses. A mix of passion and the built up desire swirled through their mouths, swapped through their tongues while the room filled with hot lust.

Dream's hand reached to engulf around George's cock, pumped his length, worked his dick in matching beat to his thrusts, and pushed himself impossibly deeper against George's prostate. They were so close to the edge, so close to feeling that rapturous ecstasy.

Their sounds blurred together like a rhythmic line, world around them fizzing away into nothing but the void, as their orgasms ripped through their entire body, Dream's hot seed spilling deep inside the brunette, as George painted their chests in white.

Dream heavily panted, gasped as he pulled out, watching his dick pull out and his cum spill out of George's hole, before collapsing on the bed next to him.

Both completely and utterly breathless, chests heaving in and out with exhaustion, their grins couldn't have been bigger. The pair instinctively fell into position, naturally rolled their bodies, George tucked away under Dream's arm, head leaning against Dream's chest while his hand rested next to it.

"That was-" He breathed out.

"Yeah.." The brunette agreed.

Dream's lips ghosted into a smile, unable to contain the joy he was feeling after what had happened. Yearning for the man in his arms for the past week made everything all the more intoxicating. He didn't know what this meant for the pair, but he didn't care. He only wanted to dwell in the post-orgasmic bliss.

But one thing he knew for sure, he'd never be able to live without the brunette again.

Driinn.

George's brows furrowed, being with Dream made the world around him fade away, hearing the sound of what seemed to be a phone call cruelly pulled him back into reality. The noise echoed through his head, and after it continued ringing, he picked his head up to glare at the blonde. He hadn't even batted an eye.

"Your phone's ringing." George told him, after Dream didn't move.

"Alarm." He corrected.

George frowned, "Why do you have an alarm set?"

"To mark the end of November." Dream replied, simply, a sigh escaping his mouth, shifting to finally turn it off.

George's brows scrunched for a movement before he realized what that meant. A breathless giggle breathing past his lips, "So I guess we both lost No Nut November, huh?" He retorted, with a sly smile.

Dream chuckled, "Shut up." He scoffed, the pair giggling away the night. Dream felt so fucking content, everything felt warm, and fuzzy, and now that he had George in his arms, everything just felt right. The pair felt grotty, felt sweaty and dirty but they couldn't care less.

George let his fingers gently glide across Dream's skin, tracing circles on his exposed chest. Head leaning against Dream's chest, body wrapped up in strong arms. Everything he ever needed was right below his fingertips, and he couldn't help but feel giddy. Taking a glance up to his lovers eyes, he noticed the cunning grin on his lips.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked him, a small smile of his own growing against his lips.

"It's December now." He told him, matter-of-factly.

"No way." George retorted without missing a beat, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Dream rolled his eyes, lips pulling into a curve, "You know what December means."

George did not know what that meant. He stared up at the blonde, blankly.

Dream smirked, maliciously,  "Destroy Dick December."

"Destroy Dick December?" George repeated in slight disbelief, lifting his head off of Dream's chest to look up at the blonde. "What the hell does that mean?"

Dream grinned, a devious, malevolent, sadistic grin, "You're about to fucking find out." He said, before devouring George all over again.

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