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Summary:

Dream considers everything.

He has been living with George for a while now, already face revealed months ago, they've even had a few successful tests runs, so, there really is nothing to stop them now.

After years of shipping, dnf basically becoming his brand at this point, seeing the innumerable nsfw fanarts and fanfics, and now that it's confirmed that George is very much compatible with him in bedroom matters, Dream decides to take the leap.

So, obviously, the most logical next step is for Dream and George to start a porn channel.

Chapter 1: DreamNotFound: Live Now!

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A light, cheery "Hello!" from Dream, with a quick wave and a small laugh that came from George at the enthusiastic introduction was the start of their very first stream on this brand new channel.

Dream side-eyed George. "Shut up," he muttered, an amused smile on his lips, "We have to begin this somehow."

"Ah, yes," George replied, barely holding back more laughter, "A simple 'hello' is definitely enough to describe us starting to do interactive porn videos."

"That's a direct way to put it," Dream murmured, turning to face the camera and clicking open the chat, "So, I know I announced this already, but, just a warning for anyone who doesn't know, this is me and George's new explicit porn channel. 18 and older only! Don't want us to get banned now, do you?"

"Yeah, and don't go spreading these around. There's a paywall for a reason."

Dream nodded. "Such a good point from my professional colleague, thank you for that, George."

George just rolled his eyes and Dream grinned widely as he got the chat all situated and ready to answer any questions or look over the suggestions.

The most common inquiry, which was along the lines of 'Why did you guys decide to even do this?!' Dream replied with this, "Basically, just because we want to. I mean, it's not like we're down for cash and have to resort to amateur porn," he glanced at George as he continued, "No, this is just to indulge ourselves."

"I still want the money, though."

Dream shook his head fondly. "Always the gold digger. It's okay, I still love you, George."

George laughed shortly, "First I'm just your work associate and now it's like this is a couple's channel. Make up your mind, Dream."

"Oh," Dream murmured, "You'll be whatever I want you to be, George."

George sighed at that, "Why don't we get this started, yeah?"

"So impatient," Dream chastised, "Let me see if there's any more questions."

There were so many, the chat moving so quickly, absolutely flooded with disbelief that this was real, everyone still convinced it was a joke or something.

"No, we're not messing with you," Dream insisted, "And, yes, we will have some audience controlled videos and, of course, paid requests. There will be a mix of streams and then some pre-recorded videos as well."

George made sure to state, "Don't ask for anything weird or crazy, because we just won't do it."

"Yeah, well, there's always a limit. At the end of the day, we're only going to do what we want to."

"I'm looking at you, PissKink69."

Dream laughed, settling back in his chair, looking over at his partner in crime or, well, porn, "Alright, enough of that. How should we start?"

"However you want."

Dream mulled over his options for a second, eyes flicking back to the chat, a few messages popping up that said to touch George.

"Alright, let's do that then, what the people are asking for," Dream grinned, sliding a hand over George's thigh, "I think they want to see you get hard."

George sucked in a breath, eyes cast downward to watch as Dream's hand approached him slowly, his response a breathless, "Go for it."

Dream moved his touch up, pressing against George, making both their heartbeats quicken.

It was clear that George was trying not to show his responsiveness, even as his mouth was parted and his hips lifted slightly, already wanting more.

Dream started to palm at him slowly, dragging out every touch, making sure that George was thoroughly turned on.

It was difficult to see at first, with Dream's hand covering most of it, but, as more of an up and down motion was made, George's erection could be seen through his pants.

They were both just watching this happen, Dream's smirk only broadening as he felt George grow hard beneath his touch.

"You like this, George?" Dream murmured, completely self-satisfied.

George let out a small whimper, unintentionally, as a response, then quickly cleared his throat, covering his reddening face with his arm, "Obviously. And, I think you've done your job here."

Dream stopped his movements and very lightly ran his fingers across George's hips then pulled away entirely.

Now, with Dream out of the way, George's arousal was clear to see, absolutely straining in his pants. He shifted, trying to spread his legs further but was stopped by the arms of his chair.

"What's next?" Dream asked, mostly to the chat since they didn't really plan out this first broadcast.

He found their next objective quickly, which was for them to kiss.

Dream leaned over, pulling George's face towards him, impeded slightly by their separate chairs. He paused, sheepishly looking at the camera, "Sorry, the set up for today is kind of awkward, it won't always be like this, us in two separate desk chairs. It's more for, uh, self-control, so we don't go too far on our first ever stream."

With that said, Dream turned back, smiling as he looked at the open expression on George's face, how the other was unabashedly looking at Dream's lips. "Ready for our first kiss?"

George's breath hitched, muttering, "That's not true," as he leaned forward, pressing them together, holding the side of Dream's face in his hand, keeping the other in place.

Dream responded immediately, pushing closer, gripping George's waist, the sound of them kissing filling the silence.

George was entirely in control of the kiss, making it go in the direction he wanted, which was deeper, harder, moving Dream how he pleased, pushing until the other opened his mouth for George, making the kiss messy with tongues and more hurried movements as they tried to get even more of each other.

Dream was just taking it, George completely overpowering him and not doing anything to stop it, George having to chase after the other as he pushed Dream back, small noises escaping both of them.

They pulled apart to breathe, just staring at each other as they panted, Dream unable to stop himself from surging forward to press another kiss against George, leaning back, then having to go for one more, this one slow, drawn out, Dream reluctant on having to separate when they disconnected.

George glanced down, but couldn't really see, so he asked, "That get you hard, Dream?"

He let out a breathy chuckle, responding, "Yeah, only because you did it on purpose."

"Not my fault you get excited when I make out with you like that."

"Then who's fault is it?"

George grinned, his hand running from Dream's face down to his chest, "Yours, of course."

Dream just scoffed in reply, more focused on George touching him. The hand went lower, drifting down, making Dream's breath quicken.

"Let me feel," George whispered, low and taunting. Dream nodded, head feeling a little dizzy as George brushed lightly over his dick.

He let out a noise that edged more on the embarrassing side, capturing George's lips again to hide his moans as the other rubbed and pressed against Dream.

The kiss was sloppy, Dream shifting up into George's touch, his own hand going to the other's lap, both of them trying to give a hand job over two layers of clothes.

At their next pause, breaking apart to be able to catch their breaths again and collect themselves, Dream wanted to go further.

"I think the clothes are in the way."

George nodded his agreement, his fingers sliding over the hem of Dream's shirt. "They should be off."

They stripped off their shirts and threw them to the side. Dream was nicely toned, George was his pale twink self, all to be expected.

Dream unbuttoned his pants, trying to decide if everything needed to come off, because, to be fair, they were still new at this, showing everything on the internet usually wasn't the intimate physical aspects of themselves. It would be better to ease into it.

"Do you just want to jack each other off?"

George lulled his head to the side, "Sounds like a good introduction to me."

"Alright, guess we'll get the dick reveal over with," Dream laughed, just a little awkwardly, pulling himself out of his pants, George following suit.

They slicked themselves up with lube, Dream letting out a shaky breath as he looked down at himself, now all prepped and ready for his first hand job on camera.

Dream's hand on his dick was quickly covered by George's, so he reached his own to grasp at the other's, feeling George shudder slightly at the touch.

"Hard to tell who's bigger at this angle," George mused with a soft smile, "I think it's me."

Dream shook his head, arguing against that baseless claim, "Oh, come on, we already compared. I've got you beat in height and dick length."

"Yeah," George grinned, "But, you'd think it'd be more, since you're so tall and all, but, it's really at most like a quarter of an inch. Which I only know because Dream was adamant on bringing out a ruler."

"It was necessary, and, I will say, you surprised me, George. It was a closer call than I expected."

"But, is length all that matters?" George countered, "I'd argue it's all about thickness, in which case I'm definitely-" George cut himself off with a gasp as Dream jerked him roughly.

"Let's not get into that right now, okay?" Dream murmured, "You're being rather bold when I have your dick in my hand, aren't you?"

George bit back a whine as Dream stroked him hard, his own hand stuttering to a start on the other's dick. "Aw, are you, ah, getting flustered, Dream?"

"Only in the sense that you're jerking me off."

George hummed his response, words too difficult to muster up with the administrations on his aching cock, more noises slipping past his and Dream's lips as they started to get closer to the edge.

Dream's motions on George slowed slightly, wanting to draw it out more, tease and keep George from finishing so soon. This only let George be able to start talking again.

"Wanna make you moan, mm, like you did on that one podcast."

Dream grit his teeth slightly, hissing out a breath at the increasing pace of George's strokes, "Fuck off."

"Come on," George coaxed teasingly, "How do I get you to, ugh, do it again?"

"W-why would I, ah shit, tell you?"

"Because, that's definitely something people are gonna want, I can guarantee it," George breathed, twisting his hand over the tip of Dream's cock, forcing a noise that was very close to what George wanted.

"Oh," George smirked wickedly, "What was that, Dream?"

As much as Dream wanted to quell his responsiveness, George was doing everything he could to make Dream fall apart, focusing all his attention on the tip, Dream shutting his eyes tightly and bucking into George's grip at the sensitivity.

Dream's head fell back against his chair, a mess of whimpers and finding it difficult to stop them or even care, "George, ah, getting close. It's so sensitive there, mmf, please."

"Please what, Dream? Stop? Or keep going?"

Dream's response was just a strangled noise, his hips straining up into George's hand, struggling to keep up the rhythm he had on the other's dick.

With one last tug, and Dream saying, "Yes, fuck," he was spilling all over George's hand, finishing with a choked moan, his free hand gripping harshly at the arm rest.

He whined, breathing starting to go back to normal, the haze slowly leaving his brain, looking down as George kept stroking, making Dream protest against the overstimulation.

George rubbed a thumb at the tip, making Dream's hips jerk, gasping out, "Oh, shit. No more, too much."

Dream panted as George pulled away, sitting back on his chair and waiting for Dream to calm down, the other's stilled hand just resting on George's dick.

Dream recovered soon enough, especially as George started to impatiently shift upward, trying to fuck up into Dream's grip around him.

"Looking a little desperate there, George."

George choked as Dream started to roughly jack him off, "I'm not the one who, ugh, came first."

Dream narrowed his eyes, turning all his attention on getting George off fast and hard, "You were playing dirty. Besides, it's not a race, George."

"Yeah, but, I still won."

Dream wanted George to shut up now, having success as the other couldn't get out any words, only whimpers and moans as Dream used two hands, twisting both up and down until George finished all over himself.

They just let themselves breathe, looking at each other with blown out eyes.

Then, Dream became aware of the camera again, smiling with a blush over his face as he tucked himself back in his pants and wiped off his hands.

"Well, this was our introductory video, we wanted to give you guys a little taste of what's in store for this channel. This is probably the tamest thing we'll do, by the way. We'll look through the suggestions of what you all request the most for next time."

Dream looked back at George who was now entirely redressed. "Anything we need to add before we end the stream?"

George shrugged, "Just that I better see a lot of people asking for Dream to bottom. No, not just that, demanding it."

Dream rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't be surprised if that's one of the first things we do. I don't know why it's so special? I can bottom just fine."

George put a hand up to the side of his mouth, as if to shield Dream from what he was saying, even as the other could very clearly hear him, whispering, "Dream is a closet bottom, he just doesn't want you to know. I always top, don't believe him when he tries to deny it."

Dream pulled George's hand away from his face, "Oh, shut up. We tried it both ways. Might as well use everything we got, at least, that's what I think."

"You should have seen him in the sex tests runs we did to see if this porn channel could actually happen, I swear, he was writing down notes while we were doing it."

"Valuable data," Dream muttered in his defense, "Keep this up and I'm buying a gag for you."

"What a sweet gift, thank you, Dream."

Dream couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, getting lost in George for a moment, "You're such an idiot.

He leaned in for one last kiss, murmuring, "Thanks for doing this with me, George."

"No problem, thought we might as well monetize our sex lives while we're at it, with every other aspect of what we do that's on the internet anyway."

"A valid point," Dream agreed, hovering the mouse over the end stream button, "Thanks everyone for watching. There will be plenty of content on here, so make sure to stay tuned for our future videos. See you soon!"

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Chapter 2: Praising Blowjobs: Watch Now!

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The video for today was pre-recorded, set up to show Dream and George sitting next to each other on a very well-made bed, both of them casual and smiling like they weren't about to film literal porn.

Dream, as he was usually the one to start these things off, said, clasping his hands together, "Hey everyone, we are back! And, since introductions are out of the way now, we're just going to get right into it. On our agenda today, after compiling all the suggestions to see what was wanted the most, we found two major requests: blowjobs and, uh, me being praised."

George grinned, clearly very pleased they decided on this combination, "I actually love how this works out, since I'll have to be the one on the receiving end for me to be able to talk. So, now we'll just have to see if you can actually take me, Dream."

"I've had you in my mouth before, it won't be any problem."

"Yeah, you were pretty excited to practice for this," George teased, "Definitely think people are onto something with you having a thing for praise."

Dream rolled his eyes, "Just the normal amount, I mean, doesn't everyone like it?"

"Not sure, but, I know whatever you have is definitely way more than the 'normal amount'."

"I guess we'll see what the audience decides on that front," Dream replied, turning to face George, a warm smile over his face, "And, as it was received extremely well, we'll begin by kissing first."

George gave the other a nod to begin, their kisses starting light and soft, just them pressing their lips together, hands still to themselves as they kept it nice and tame.

Then, Dream turned his head to the side, able to get a better, deeper angle, pushing until George opened his mouth, both of them letting out a small sigh as tongues were added, pulling them into each other, tasting and wanting to get closer.

They progressed so naturally, making out until they couldn't breathe, Dream getting more demanding, guiding George up until he sat up on his lap.

Even if most people were very much interested in this new sexual aspect of their lives shown, the audience was watching this for them, their established intimacy. Dream and George both knew they were the main attraction in their porn, making sure to show every little part, even if it wasn't usually included in this particular genre of entertainment.

George's hands went up Dream's shirt, pressing against the small of his back until they were tightly slotted together, gasping softly as he grinded down onto Dream.

They paused for a moment, just panting into each other's mouth, eyes darkened, still keeping so close their lips were almost touching.

Dream's gaze flicked down, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk, his voice low as he said, "And, oh, I almost forgot, I saw many people asking for neck kissing, and especially leaving hickeys."

George gave him a dirty look, protesting with a soft whine, "Dream... are we really going to do that?"

Dream grinned, as he was just a little shit. "You guys will see why George doesn't want to, because the secret is he likes it so damn much. Don't you, George?

"It's just a sensitive place," George muttered, trying to defend himself, but Dream was already leaning down, pressing rough kisses on his neck so he just sounded breathless and whiny.

George leaned his neck to the side, eyes cast down as he watched Dream bite at his skin, making sure to pay special attention to all the spots that forced noises out of George.

"We couldn't leave any marks before," Dream murmured against George's neck, "But now.."

George yelped, hands clutched harshly into Dream's arms as he felt the other sink his teeth in and suck.

"Ah, ah, Dream," George whimpered, rolling his hips into the other, eyes blown out and mouth parted as Dream licked over the spot.

"Mm, you want more, George?"

George could only nod in response, pushing into Dream, wanting him to be connected again, already addicted to the feeling of Dream placing hickeys on him.

Dream chuckled softly, "Then, show me where, George."

George sucked in a harsh breath, following through on Dream's direction and bringing up a hand to his neck and brushing over where he wanted the marks next.

Dream immediately pressed against the spot, lavishing hot kisses and biting down hard until George's skin bruised red.

"How are you gonna hide these marks?" Dream teased, "And, you want so many, you even hold my head against you until they're dark."

"Don't care, don't even want them covered," George breathed, thrusts growing more erratic as Dream littered the hickeys all over him.

Dream hummed, pulling away, watching as George's eyes immediately looked down to Dream's wet, reddened lips.

George keened, immediately capturing them into a heated kiss.

Dream bit down on George's bottom lip, making the other choke out a groan, eyes rolling back slightly, chasing after Dream when he separated them.

With a warm laugh and a grasp that stilled George's hips, Dream said, in slight awe, "Didn't know you liked it so rough, George. Doesn't it hurt?"

George fought against the hands that kept from moving, and losing, of course, sighing as he replied, "No, feels good. Want more, Dream."

"Sorry, George, you're getting much too excited," Dream murmured with a smile, "I still have to give you a blowjob, remember that?"

George pouted, letting Dream push him back to lay on the bed, settling in between the other's legs until George calmed down, that whole wait removed with a jump cut.

They were back in the next frame, George sitting on the side of the bed with Dream on his knees in front of him.

"It took a bit, but we got George out of his desperation. He had to be held down as he struggled so hard to touch himself, didn't you, George?"

George huffed in response, "Whatever. Now, I'm not even hard anymore. I think you were too effective, Dream, turned me completely off. "

Dream just hummed happily, getting to work on George's pants, "That's okay, I'll have you back up in no time. Isn't that what I'm here for?"

George grumbled something in reply that only made Dream smile wider as he took George's out of his pants.

He was already half hard with only a few strokes.

Dream teased him, "So eager for me, George."

The administrations on his dick were obviously affecting George, with a subtle uptick in his breath, but he was refusing to let it show through, so he scoffed, "It's only because I was so close before."

"Sure, of course," Dream assured, absolutely not believing the excuse at all, "It's okay to admit you like my touch, nothing to be ashamed about."

"Yeah, right," George bit back, "I don't even like you."

Dream shook his head softly, amused, "Oh, stop being so grumpy. You'll like me sucking your dick, I'll even let you finish in my mouth."

George petulantly didn't respond, turning his face away from Dream as an act of defiance to the offer that was already a part of the plan anyway.

Dream let out a long breath, then gave his last appeasement, "You know, I can't talk while blowing you. So, that means you'll be completely in charge. And, I promise I'll listen, you can do whatever you want."

This definitely got George's attention, him perking up in both ways, facing Dream with a smirk on his face, "Really? Well, I do like the sound of that. No taking it back, though, you already promised."

"I won't. That's what the people want anyway."

"Oh, yeah," George grinned wickedly, "They wanted you to not only take me, but, for you to submit, didn't they, Dream?"

Dream shifted, with just a hint of awkwardness at George's words. Domination was brought up a lot, and to his surprise, he found himself on the other end of it more often than he thought he would.

"Yeah, well, we aren't going into all that today, I'm just going to humor you, since I won't be able to guide much from my position anyway."

George brushed a hand in Dream's hair, a knowing look on his face that neither of them acknowledged the meaning of.

They moved on then, George now pushing for them to get started. Dream made sure the other was thoroughly turned on, stroking him lightly, building George up nice and slow, careful to not go too far, the main event needing to focus on Dream's mouth.

George had his hands planted back on the bed, keeping himself upright and steady. He was fully hard again, chest rising and falling with stuttering breaths at Dream's touch.

They were ready.

Dream, always one to be coy, even as he was kneeling down to give a blowjob on camera, said, looking up at George through his lashes, "So, when does my praise start?"

"When that mouth of yours gets to work," George countered, breath hitching as Dream immediately went down on him, loving how the other was just being so obedient already, "Ah, good boy."

Dream settled himself as comfortably as he could on his knees between George's legs, just bobbing up and down, then pulling off to lick George's dick as seductively as he could.

"How's it feel?" Dream murmured, pressing a kiss against George's tip, never disconnecting even as he talked, the soft vibrations from his words making George shudder.

"You're just trying to get more praise out of me," George laughed breathlessly, cocking his head to the side, "We just barely started and you're already so desperate."

Dream pouted slightly, circling his tongue over the head of George's dick, waiting for a reaction.

He was satisfied as the other hissed out a breath, then, became deeply pleased when George whispered, "I like when you're desperate, though, seeing you so eager to suck my dick. Makes me feel good, Dream. You like when I feel good, yeah?"

Dream nodded slightly, eyes cast downwards, placing George back in his mouth and sucking on the tip that was now wet from his saliva, making the other have to clutch a hand in Dream's hair, George choking out a small, "Fuck."

Dream pushed George's dick into the side of his cheek, making sure he got a nice shot of showing his mouth stuffed full of George.

Dream shifted, preparing himself to take more, focusing solely on the dick in front of him, stroking George as he started to take him deeper, cheeks hollowed out as he sucked and moved up and down along with the movement of his hand.

Then, he slowly pushed down, pausing as George's dick went deeper, making sure he wouldn't choke before continuing.

"Mm, Dream, you feel so good," George cooed, hand resting on the back of the other's head, "Can't take my eyes off you."

Dream pushed down, taking him further, spurred on by the praise, wanting to hear more.

Tears formed in the corners of Dream's eyes as he trained himself to open up, to fight against his gag reflex, letting George in until he slid to the back of his throat.

They both just waited for a moment, their breaths heavy in the air as Dream took every last inch, swallowing around the dick in his mouth, about to move back up when George stopped him.

"Ah, wait, stay right there," George directed, pulling out his phone, leaning back until he got a good, full shot of this scene, "We have to get at least one close up."

The video switched from the main camera to George's hand held one, showing a very embarrassed Dream who was currently paused there, taking George down all the way to the base.

His face was tinted pink and flushing darker every second, Dream's eyes averted from the camera as he just sat there with George's dick down his throat.

George laughed softly. "I don't know why, but he hates this POV angle," he said, incredulously, running a hand over the blush on Dream's face, "Even when I told him that's what people want to see in blowjob videos, that up close and personal view of you sucking my dick."

Dream hummed since he couldn't respond, making George let out a breathless moan at the vibration around him.

"Besides, you look so good like this," George murmured, brushing a finger over Dream's stretched lips, "So pretty wrapped around my dick."

Dream still didn't move, showing George he wouldn't continue until the phone was put away. Even though having a close up with his mouth stuffed full of George's cock was probably more embarrassing than the alternative.

"Aw, don't be so shy, Dream," George teased, "Seeing you like this, all red and flustered, is only making me want you more."

Dream's dick twitched at the words, his erection straining hot and hard in his pants. George felt Dream's breath hitch, seeing the desire start to take over by the darkened expression on his face.

George decided to reward all of his efforts, taking mercy on Dream and setting the phone to the side as he wanted, "So hot, Dream. God, I just want to fuck into that pretty little mouth of yours. You want that? For me to choke you with my dick?"

Dream pulled off until just the tip rested on his tongue, pupils blown so wide, whimpering out a "Please."

George pushed Dream back down, the other easily following as he was directed, taking George nearly halfway in on one motion, "Oh, such a good little boy for me, Dream, begging me to use your mouth. I know you'll take me so well."

Dream started to palm at himself, overwhelmed by all the praise, freezing as George scolded Dream when he caught the movement, "Hey, I never said you could touch yourself."

Even with George's dick in his mouth, completely muffled and wordless, Dream whined, protesting so vehemently against that order, it was clear he was against George telling him to refrain. Even so, he pulled his hand away from his neglected dick.

"I get that you're so turned on by sucking me off and getting praised, but, the deal was I'm in charge, so that means I cum first."

Dream went to work immediately, starting to move up and down again, desperate to get George off so he could get relief as well.

"Yes, good," George praised, "Be a good boy and make me cum now, Dream."

Dream tugged at the other's hips until George got the message, standing up with just slightly shaky legs, pressing insistent hands on the back of Dream's head, making sure he didn't pull off.

Now, in their new position, George was able to set a pace and thrust.

Dream relaxed his throat as George drove into him, snapping his hips up and face fucking Dream, the receiver trying to suck as much as he could.

"Yes, Dream, fuck," George panted, "You take dick like you were meant to, god, I can't get enough."

Dream struggled to keep his hands away from himself, feeling so close, even though he had hardly been touched, all of George's words pouring hot searing arousal straight to his dick.

George shoved Dream's face down onto him, making them pause for a moment as he gasped, voice wrecked as he neared the edge, "You gonna swallow for me, Dream? It's your reward for being such a good boy, I want you to take it all."

Dream looked up at him, pressing himself closer, nodding as much as he could to show his agreement to George's desires. Something inside him wanted it so bad, to have George fill his mouth with cum. His dick leaked at the thought, waiting for it to be given to him.

George slammed a few more times into Dream, his hips jerking, stuttering as he pressed all the way inside, George groaning as he finished down Dream's throat. He started to whimper as he felt Dream suck around him, trying to swallow down everything as he was told to.

George's dick twitched in the other's mouth, crying out as Dream sucked him dry, pulling out when the overstimulation got to be too much, watching as some of his cum spilled out of Dream's mouth.

"Fuck, Dream, hot, too hot," George gasped, not even caring that the other couldn't take it all, wiping off the cum with his thumb and letting go of Dream.

As soon as he was released from George's grasp, Dream bent over, trying to collect himself, sucking in harsh breaths as he was finally able to get air back into his lungs, his throat raw and sore.

His desperation to finish soon took over, Dream rubbing his face against George's leg as the other sat back down on the bed, carding his fingers through Dream's hair.

"Wanna cum, lemme cum," Dream rasped, his cheek resting heavily on George, tears running down his face, a complete mess as he waited for permission.

"C'mere," George breathed in reply, pulling Dream up on the bed, "You want me to touch you? Or suck you off?"

Dream couldn't make a response, only whimpered as he looked down at George brushing over his erection.

He bucked up into the touch, forehead pressed against George's shoulder as he came.

George let him ride it out, Dream pushing into his palm, still trying to regain his own composure.

Dream didn't say anything for a long moment after he calmed down, so George looked down at him, seeing the other's ears burn bright red.

"I just... came in my pants," Dream said, muffled against George.

"I think it's safe to say you like praise more than the normal amount, Dream."

He just sighed at that, trying to will his blush to go away as he faced the camera. "Hope you guys enjoyed. I guess it was clear that, um, I did. Keep those requests coming and we'll see you next time, which will be live."

George waved, "Bye."

The video went black, showing just an arrow icon with the option to:

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Chapter 3: Fucking Around: Live Now!

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The black loading screen changed to show Dream and George on the bed, already down to just their underwear, clearly hard and looking slightly disheveled, definitely ready and raring to get this started.

Dream's breath was a little shaky as he greeted the viewers, "Hey, great to see everyone back, hope you're excited to watch us live today. Sorry, we did get started without you guys, had to do some prep for this one."

"We wanted to get right into all the more exciting things," George explained, "Don't want to waste your time here."

"Oh," Dream grinned, "But, I think we both found all the preparation pretty exciting, didn't we, George?"

George cast him a look. "Why don't you tell them why we prepped, I wanna get this thing going."

"Ah, yes," Dream replied, "Since it was very devisive in our comments on who should top and bottom first, we settled on just doing both in this stream since it will be our first full sex video."

George nodded, "Then it'll get that out of the way, so we can move on to other more specific suggestions."

"Anytime after this will just choose the roles that make most sense for whatever else is requested in tandem," Dream continued, "Like George topping from the bottom, for example."

"Or Dream taking it from behind as I degrade him."

Dream laughed softly, "I don't remember seeing that one, George."

George gave him a cheeky smirk, "I'm sure it was in there somewhere."

"It was probably your own comment."

George moved closer to Dream, teasing as he tilted his head to the side, "Huh, I think it was yours, Dreamy."

"Oh, yeah?" Dream murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting as they drew nearer to each other, "Why wouldn't I just tell you that's what I wanted?"

George blew out a light, breathless laugh, "Because, you're embarrassed by it. Having both a praise and degradation kink, what a contradiction."

Dream smiled wide, "You little idiot."

"I should be calling you that."

Dream started to drift a bit closer, then paused, pulling away and clearing his throat as he remembered he was currently live to a very high number of viewers and they had a whole porn to make.

He ran a finger over the band of George's boxers, dipping a digit down just barely underneath them, making the other's gaze flick down at the touch.

Dream spoke low, teasing George with light brushes across his skin, "Since George got the blowjob last time, I decided I get to go first."

"Sure, Dream," George said, with oddly no argument, "I have no problem with that."

Dream looked at him with suspicion, eyes narrowed at how George didn't have his usual backtalk, so strange, almost concerning, "I feel like I should be wary that you're going along with what I want so easily."

George just shrugged, trying to look nonchalant and turning his face to the side slightly to hide his expression that was growing rapidly with playful mirth. "I just simply want to save my part for the end, nothing you need to worry about, Dream."

"You telling me not to worry means I definitely should."

George laughed at that, facing Dream again and crowding in close to the other, leaning in so far, their noses nearly touched. "Guess you'll have to find out. But, you're gonna have to fuck me first."

Dream's gaze was clearly staring straight at George's lips, but he held himself back, instead just humming his reply of, "Mm, you're trying to distract me, and, I have to say, I'm liking it."

With that, he pushed George down to lay down on the bed, stripped off both their last layers of clothing which left them exposed and erect.

George pulled out a condom that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. "Gotta make sure we use the special, and only offered for a limited time, Dream brand condoms. Available for pre-order on our shop," George winked at his cheeky plug.

Dream rolled his eyes as he took the item from George, tearing off the edge, "Just because the wrappers are green doesn't mean it's my personal brand. Besides, we don't even have a shop."

"I'm just saying, people will buy them."

Dream let out a long breath as he rolled the condom down onto him. "That's the thing that concerns me."

George laughed brightly, grin overbearing on his face as Dream started to spread his legs open. "I dunno, seems like such a big coincidence we have ones that are bright neon green, just looks like product placement to me."

"It was you who bought them, specifically for that reason," Dream argued back as George resisted against the other trying to make space between George's legs and pulled his knees back together.

Dream looked annoyed at the disruption to his necessary progress and George giggled.

"Putting up a fight, are we?" Dream murmured, roughly taking George's dick in his hand, stroking harshly as the other hissed out a breath, unable to keep his legs from falling open in order to get more of Dream's touch on him.

"That's it," Dream cooed, "I like it when you're easy for me, George."

George didn't bother to give that a response, his back arching as he pushed up into Dream's hand.

Dream let go after a few more pulls, pleased as George was going to be good now. "Oh, and the reason we're using condoms is because we are going to have a very special cream pie video when we hit a subscription goal. Or, if George agrees to date me, whichever comes first."

"Oh, shut up," George muttered.

Dream flashed him a dazzling smile, "I think the latter might be happening soon, so, look forward to that."

George rolled his eyes, but, even so, there was a definite blush over his face.

Dream turned his attention onto their promised plan, making sure his dick was nice and lubed up, positioning himself up on his knees between George's legs, giving an unobstructed view of the other beneath him.

That's what people wanted, to see everything, every reaction and expression on the bottom's face as they were railed.

Dream pulled George's hips up until he was all lined up and ready to go in. But, he still had to make a few more comments, always steering them off track, just so he could tease.

"Oh, I see you're already all prepped for me, George. Did you finger yourself open? Just for this? So, I could fuck you?"

George huffed, giving Dream an unimpressed look, "We both had to, so this stream wouldn't drag out so long. Didn't we already explain this?"

"It was so fun to watch him, guys," Dream murmured, ignoring George trying to move up and take the other inside him, but, couldn't in his position, just having to wait as Dream continued, "I thought it would be an uninteresting preamble, but, I should have had us do it on camera, since it was a whole show."

George grumbled out, "They don't need to hear about this."

"I absolutely disagree," Dream grinned wickedly, "If they would have seen how desperate you got, rocking down on your own fingers inside you, calling out my name, having to lean your head against me just to hold yourself up, god, I wish I would have recorded it."

"But, then, what about you, Dream? I saw how watching me turned you on so much, in fact, I'm pretty sure you couldn't help but reach down and touch-"

George stuttered a choked out breath when Dream took his dick in his hand, now so quick to change the subject. "Okay, no more of that," Dream mumbled, feeling how hard George was, teasing lightly around the head of the other's dick, "Oh, look at this, you're leaking for me, George. I haven't even done anything yet, you already like it that much?"

Dream swiped over the tip, spreading the wetness down. George was too high strung for that.

"Ah, fuck, Dream."

Dream had to let go, having to use both hands to keep George from bucking up into the touch.

After waiting a moment for George to calm down, Dream pushed himself forward just a bit, going in just enough that the tip of his dick rested inside George.

Infuriatingly, he stayed right there, just smiling stupidly as George sunk his nails in Dream's arms, trying so hard to pull him further into him.

Dream didn't budge, his grip rough and unyielding on George's hips, keeping him still as the other struggled. "What's the rush, George?"

George blew out a frustrated breath, "Come on. I can barely even feel you, this isn't a cock warming episode."

Dream finally started to move in more, making George pant as he slid in slowly, not getting very much further before he stopped, and pulled back until he was almost out again.

"Ugh, Dream, stop teasing."

Dream didn't listen to the request, very shallowly fucking in and out of George, barely a couple inches into the other, not nearly far enough to hit the spot George wanted.

George whimpered pathetically as Dream brought down a hand to spread George wider around his dick for the camera, stilling his thrusts and grinning wide.

George was getting impatient, Dream still messing around with him and not giving in.

"Dream," George whined, mouth parted as he strained to get more inside him.

"Need something, George?"

He didn't know what Dream was playing at, gritting his teeth as he mumbled out the words he knew Dream wanted to hear, "Can you please fuck me?"

"Oh," Dream replied, an amused expression over his face, "You want me that bad, George?"

After a long moment, George breathed out a soft, "...Yes."

"Hm," Dream mused, "But, you feel so good around me, just like this. I can feel as you tighten and twitch, all needy for my dick inside you."

"Dream, if you don't fucking move, I swear to god, I'm gonna-" George cut himself off with a cry as Dream suddenly slammed all the way inside in one quick motion, making George whip his head back in pleasure.

"Ah, hng, holy fuck, Dream."

Dream set up an intense pace, shoving George down on his dick and pushing hard and fast into the other's prostate.

George just took it all, gasping and panting as Dream did what he was told, and railed the other.

It didn't take long for George to tip over the edge, especially as Dream started to jerk him off. He spilled all over himself as he finished, back arched and eyes rolled back in his head, whimpering out, "Ah, ah, ah, Dream, mmf."

George tried to calm down as Dream pulled out, tossing the condom and pulling out another, the one for George to use on him.

The next step was to get George back up for their next round. Dream used this lull that allowed the other to recover by cleaning George's cum off himself, pressing a soft kiss to his parted lips.

George grinned into the kiss, pulling Dream in closer, quickly sliding his tongue in the other's mouth.

Dream, having to cut himself off since he had to wait to cum, was a little bit desperate, letting out a moan against George's mouth.

They pulled apart and George gestured down to his own dick, "Well, you better get to work to make me hard again, Dream. It's my turn to fuck you."

Dream sighed, moving back down to get better access, "I see, this is the advantage of going first. You get to cum twice."

George grinned, "And, I don't have to wait, like you are. Go on now, be useful and get me ready."

"Won't take long," Dream muttered.

George scoffed, which tapered off into a groan as Dream started stroking him. The oversensitivity wore off quickly enough, George starting to harden as Dream jerked him off.

Then, just for good measure, Dream sunk down, taking George into his mouth, sucking until the other had to push him away, being sufficiently back up now.

They switched positions, Dream on his back with his legs spread for George, who was trying to keep the grin off his face. He slid the condom on, lubed up and prepared to use his new found power and advantage to mess with Dream as much as he had done to George, or, better yet, even more.

George pressed two fingers inside Dream, pleased that he was still so opened up and slick. He curled his fingers into Dream's prostate.

"Hng, George," Dream whined, "Already prepped, 'M ready for you."

"Just had to see," George teased as he twisted his fingers, making Dream's hips jerk, "Make sure you were nice and wide to be able to take me."

Dream let out a strangled noise as George removed his fingers, taking his time to situate them, pushing Dream's legs further apart as he lined himself up, pressing in slightly until he entered Dream.

George went in nice and slow, driving in inch by excruciating inch until he bottomed out, sitting there until Dream started to squirm, then pulled almost all the way out, just barely inside the other. He did this process several times, pushing in as deep as he could get, not picking up the pace in the slightest.

"Mm, ah, faster, George," Dream panted, cursing at how this position was now being used against him, making it so he was unable to thrust down onto George.

Of course, George did not heed Dream's wishes in the slightest, taunting the other as he held Dream's hips up so everyone could get a nice clear view of George entering him, which made Dream cross his arms over his face in embarrassment.

That was definitely not allowed and George shook his head softly, chastising him for trying to cover up his expressions, "No, no, Dream. I wanna see your face as I fuck you."

George roughly pulled Dream's arms off himself and started to thrust into him harder, using one of his hands to hold Dream's arms up above his head, not letting him hide, grinning as he saw Dream all exposed and flustered.

"Always so embarrassed, Dream. You're so bold and in charge until there's a dick up your ass.

"George," Dream whined, arching his back up, wanting to take more, make George go in even deeper, gaze locked on the other's dick going in and out of him.

"Just look at that, how he's desperate to be used."

Dream's face was already flushed from the sex but deepened even more as he blushed at George's words. He tried to make a response, but could only whip his head back as George took Dream's dick in his hand, stroking along with his thrusts until Dream was falling apart.

"Ah, ah, so close, keep going, ugh, ah," Dream whimpered, jerking his hips erratically into George's hand, "More, more, more."

George slowed, making Dream writhe against him, pushing up even though it was futile, trying to get back the rhythm George took away.

"Oh, Dream," George teased, "I didn't say you could finish yet. I wanna hear you say something first."

Dream opened his mouth to respond with a question of what exactly George wanted, cut off by a choked gasp when the other slammed into him, then held Dream there, having to use both hands again as the other was fighting against him, George buried as far as he could inside the other.

"Say you like me fucking you. Tell everyone how much you truly like being on bottom."

Dream heaved, held viciously down by George's grip on his upper thighs, rendering him incapable of any movement, just having to lay there and take George shoved up in him nice and deep.

"Ah, ngh," Dream protested weakly, straining to move, his head turning to the side as he panted, pure desperation seeping through him until it eventually won out, giving in, face burning bright red as he softly admitted, "I.. like it."

George grinned wide, rewarding Dream with a few slow strokes, but stopped again, greedy for more, to make Dream spill. "Not good enough, Dream. If you wanna cum, you're gonna have to step it up. Tell them how desperate you are for me inside you."

Dream choked out a sob as George roughly swiped his thumb over the tip of his dick, chasing up after the touch that was immediately taken away, George not moving, waiting for Dream to talk.

His hands came from their spot above Dream's head to cover his face again, George letting him hide this time, the words beginning to pour out of him, Dream still trying to bite them back, "It just feels so good, George is just..," Dream trailed off, embarrassed to say what he thought out loud.

"I'm what, Dream? Didn't quite catch that last part."

George twisted his hand over the head of Dream's dick, knowing it would make the other unravel, and Dream did just that, completely babbling now, "George is, ah, so big. Feels so good inside m-me. I wish people would request it as much as possible. I just... I just want him to fuck me, ugh, more."

"I'm big now, am I? Thought, in your own words, I wasn't anything compared to you?"

Dream tugged at his hair, crying as he was so close but George wouldn't give him just a bit more, just enough for him to get off. So, he said what he knew George wanted him to admit, "You're... bigger. It," Dream cast his eyes to the side as he murmured, "Fills me up, and I like that."

George had a very pleased, and only slightly evil, smile spread across his face, satisfied with what he got out of Dream, finally giving in and pounding into the other, slapping their skin together hard and fast as he tugged at Dream's dick.

Though he was already a complete mess, Dream was overcome by the sudden intensity, gasping and trembling as George finally pushed him into release.

Dream laid limp, breaths heavy as George finished, unable to move or think for a moment.

He came back to right when George pulled out, Dream glaring at him, blush still across his face, "Can't I just be a switch in peace, George?"

The other laughed at that, "Never."

Dream let out a sigh, but he had a smile growing on his face and still had warm satisfaction running throughout him from his orgasm.

He had to admit, George did do a pretty damn good job when he was on top.

Dream didn't express that thought out loud, though, instead just saying his goodbyes to the stream, ready to get cleaned up as George did not return the favor of getting all his cum off him.

"Always appreciate you guys supporting us with whatever this is, we really enjoy giving you what you want."

They both grinned, waving as Dream pressed the button to end the stream.

Huh, well, there's nothing else to do from here besides clicking on the text that says:

[Playback Stream?]

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Chapter 4: Tease and Beg: Watch Now!

Chapter Text

The video was immediately clicked as soon as it popped up in the subscription feed, the screen showing Dream and George already stripped down and in position, set up with George lying face down, ass up on the bed and Dream standing behind him.

"Hello you horny motherfuckers," Dream greeted with an amused expression, "We're starting off hot today, hope you all have a nice view, I know I do."

George sunk down further into the mattress, grumbling, "I guess it could be worse, at least I don't have to see your face."

Dream sighed with a smile, "Mouthing off already, George? Not to mention, you're the one getting hard just by being in this position."

George went to close his legs slightly to hide the evidence of Dream being right, but grit his teeth as he was stopped, held open by the other, showing all that George was, indeed, affected by the provocative way he was displayed. The lack of response and shift of movement to cover up was proof enough, so Dream was satisfied.

"Alright, onto the porn. The main thing I saw a lot of people asking for after our last video was to get more of an ass shot, so this should definitely give them that, right, George?" Dream smirked, looking down as the other answered.

George's slightly muffled response to that was, "So convenient you picked this when it had to be my turn to bottom."

"I wanted to show them that I was right about you being thick," Dream grinned, grabbing George's ass in a way that made the other let out a small noise, pleased by the reaction, "And, speaking of you bottoming, it also was highly requested that we do a prep on camera, as we just did a pre-stretch before on the previous stream. Now, you'll get the full process, which I'll be sure to make it as slow and drawn-out as George can take."

"I swear they're on some vendetta against me, because it was specifically me they wanted to see fingered open. So unfair."

Dream lubed up his fingers as he replied, "I can't say I'm not on their side."

George just sighed, slightly choked off at the end as Dream brushed a finger over him, slowly circling around, but, not pressing in yet, "This one isn't live since I wanted to make the stretching part as long as possible, so much so that if it's taking too much time, we can cut the video down."

"Did anyone actually ask for that part, Dream? Because I'm pretty sure it was just you."

Dream pushed just the tip of his finger inside George, "Unfortunately, that's classified information."

George's breath hitched, relaxing as much as he could while Dream slid one of his digits into him, Dream using his other hand to spread George out to make him nice and visible for everyone to see.

Dream's only plan for here on out was to tease, starting by slowly moving his finger in and out and dragging his hand down to brush touches across George's inner thighs, making him shiver.

He pressed down on the other's prostate, nice and light, grinning as George tightened around him at just that already. Dream left his finger right up against the sensitive spot, not moving until George huffed impatiently, hips twitching to push back, to make his own pace, but, Dream made a rule before this whole thing began.

George couldn't move, wasn't allowed to do anything but take it, for however long Dream wished, letting the other give the show he insisted everyone wanted.

Looking back, George couldn't remember how Dream got him to agree to this, maybe, and probably the actual reason, being because the orgasm he got in the trial run was one of the best he's ever experienced.

Still, Dream wasn't letting up, not adding more fingers, and not seeming like he was going to do more than one for the foreseeable future.

George tried to make himself comfortable, knowing he was going to be forced to wait until he couldn't anymore, Dream himself saying that was going to be the case.

So, George, laying there exposed to the camera, did as he was told, growing harder as Dream circled around his prostate, feeling the noises he was trying to keep down starting to slip past his lips.

After several more minutes of this, George was panting, pressing the side of his face into the bed, whining as Dream barely put enough pressure, building up George in an excruciating way, so slow as he rubbed down on the spot that made George let out his ever increasing noises.

Suddenly, Dream thrusted in hard, making George jerk, shocks of pleasure running through him, hands clutching harshly into the sheets, back arching eagerly to take more.

Dream only slowed down even more than he was before, drawing out whimpers and sighs from George, never keeping a consistent pattern, trying to keep the other from getting used to any rhythm.

"I can see that you're enjoying yourself, George."

George wanted some way to retaliate against this, but he was left at Dream's mercy unless he put a full stop to this and safe worded out.

That didn't matter, though, as George was set and determined not to give in, especially as that meant they would just have to record another take of this later, so, it was better to just let Dream do as he wanted and get this particular video out of the way and done with.

Even as George was very much enjoying the undeniably pleasurable touches Dream was giving him, he still petulantly responded, "I've felt better."

At that, Dream set to work to get rid of George's smart-ass remarks, alternating his pace from intense and harsh to drawing out every single thrust until George calmed down from the faster rhythm.

This went on for a long while, so much so, they had to jump forward as to not make the video drag out, going ahead when things got interesting again.

The footage abruptly changed to the next scene that was clearly much further along, if seeing what state George was in at this point was any indication.

Dream paused his movements entirely, amused as he watched the other struggle, who was so high strung, his dick leaking at such a rate, it dripped down on the bed. "George is an absolute mess right now, and, since we probably had to cut a lot out, I've been using just a single finger here now for about.. what? Nearly twenty minutes? Does that sound right to you, George?"

George was trembling, his hands clutched tightly into the sheets beneath him, desperate noises falling ceaselessly from his lips as he begged with a sob, "Please, Dream. It's enough, please, put in more."

"Hmm," Dream mused, with a wicked smirk on his face, "I dunno, I just want to make absolutely sure you're prepared to take me, we have to show responsible practices here."

George let out a whine, tears pooling in his eyes, "What do I have to do? For you to give me more?"

Dream was surprised by the question. "Interesting tactic there, George. I suppose," he lulled his head to the side, "If you tell me a secret, I'll add another."

George didn't expect this, so any response was lost for a moment, stuttering as Dream went in with a few hard thrusts. "I-I... don't know."

"I just want something simple, even better if it's dirty."

Dream let George think through the thick haze in his brain, him and his dick both excited to hear what George might possibly reveal.

"Uh," George drew his eyebrows together, wracking his mind for anything that wasn't too embarrassing, and hopefully something relevant to Dream that would please him enough to progress this process along, "When we had, um, sex last time I..."

George trailed off, face burning bright red as he thought about what he was going to admit.

"Yeah?" Dream encouraged, "Keep going, I'm very much interested in this already."

George blew out a steadying breath, softly letting the secret spill, "Sometimes, I just wanna... stop, with you still inside me. And, stay like that, y'know? For, like, hours."

Dream was completely taken aback by this, only able to let out a soft, "Oh," a smile growing wide on his face, George clearly not giving any indication of this desire to Dream before this moment, right on camera, learning this along with everyone else.

"I have to say, I was kinda hoping for a confession," Dream laughed breathlessly, "But, that works just as well. Since you were such a good boy, I'll give you what you want. We'll definitely talk more about that later."

Dream, holding to his promise, rewarded George with a whole other finger inside him, given only after thirty minutes of teasing, what a treat for George.

Though, it wasn't like that made anything better, George just now stretched slightly wider, Dream going slow as if he really needed to ease the other in, twisting his fingers around and curling around the spot George liked the most, at least, where he usually did, as now, he was only being edged with it.

Soon, Dream started to scissor his fingers, just barely, until he met resistance, giggling as every time he did so, George's whole body jerked at the slight new pressure.

More time was cut as Dream continued what he was doing before, just playing around with George, teasing and pressing until the other started to unravel.

When they were shown next, Dream was pushing in fast, going on this pace for much longer than he had done the entire time.

So, when he came to a complete and sudden halt, George, even as he tried so hard not to, started to shift back into Dream's fingers, falling into desperation.

"Woah, George, you're not supposed to be moving," Dream scolded with a laugh, "You're just falling apart now, aren't you?"

George let out a choked cry as Dream stilled his hips, not letting him thrust into the teasing fingers that have been spreading him open for what must have been at least an hour now, every single second filled with Dream purposefully going slow and pressing insistently at George's prostate, keeping him nice and close to the edge.

But, of course, not nearly close enough to actually get George off on just the digits inside of him alone.

George couldn't help but babble, "Please, please, please, I need it so bad. Just fuck me already, Dream, I'm begging."

"Someone write down a note for a later stream just focused on edging George. Look at him, just pleading for me, god, hearing this makes me never want to stop."

"Ugh," George whined as Dream jabbed roughly at his prostate, "More, need to cum."

"I'm not two fingers wide, George," Dream murmured, finally pressing another inside, opening the other with three, driving them in deep, "You'll just have to wait a little longer."

George shifted, taking them all so easily, squeezing his eyes shut as tears spilled out. To get some relief, George, as subtle as he could, moved his hand down just barely, sliding a little closer to his dick, desperate to get off.

Dream immediately caught the movement and pulled George's hand up, holding it up against the other's back.

George wobbled, barely able to keep balance, spreading out his legs in order to prevent himself from falling to the side, which made Dream's fingers slide in further.

"I'll tie you up, George, don't tempt me. I said you weren't allowed to touch yourself."

George was just sobbing now, straining against Dream, trying to defy even though that would only make it worse for him in the end, he heaved, his speech choppy and rough as he replied, "You're drawing it o-out too much. I can't.. I can't breathe, Dream. Shit, I can't take it, please, please. I- I'll do anything you want, I swear, just get inside me."

"And what I want is for you to be patient as I finger you." George let out a frustrated groan, "I have been! This is so much l-longer than the trial run. I just want you to fuck me, please fuck me, Dream, it hurts."

Dream didn't respond for a moment, thrusting so slowly into George as he mulled over the pleads from the other. He considered if he should make George do anything more, as he probably would in this state, too needy to have a filter.

"Just one thing George, a necessary piece of information I have to know before we can go forward."

George sucked in a breath, "W-what is it?"

Dream shoved his fingers in deep, waiting until he knew George could hear him again, and asked, "Before all of this, the porn channel, us doing test runs, hell, even you moving in with me, did you ever think about us having sex?"

George hesitated slightly, but the admission just rolled off his tongue, "Of course."

Dream's eyebrow quirked up at that, like it was no question that George thought about them in some sort of ambiguous to the viewers relationship.

"Of course," Dream repeated in a mumble to himself, thinking over that very clear answer, "I like the sound of that."

George didn't get a chance to make any excuse or defense or explain further, whimpering in displeasure as Dream removed his fingers entirely.

Though, this was, in fact, good news, as Dream soon replaced the empty feeling with what George has been waiting for this whole time, his nice, properly slicked up and protected, hard dick.

Dream finally, after over an hour of this foreplay prep, slid inside George, quickly snapping his hips up into the other, letting out a small groan as he built a rhythm, George immediately gasping and pushing back to meet Dream's thrusts.

"Ah, mm, Clay, oh fuck, sorry, ugh, Dream."

Dream just chuckled breathlessly, "Forgetting my name now, are you, George? I thought it was supposed to be the other way around."

"Sorry, I just, mmf, can't... can't even think."

"It's alright," Dream murmured, definitely pleased with getting George to a point where he was so far gone, explaining to the camera that, "The reason George doesn't refer to me that way is because we save my real name for our private sessions only."

"Don't tell them, ah, that."

"And, why not?" Dream questioned with a grin, "They already know we have sex off camera, that's no secret. Or, maybe, is it that you don't want them to know we do it for other reasons besides work?"

George let out a small, embarrassed noise as he pressed his face into the bed, trying to hide the redness that was starting to spread down his neck, attempting to smother his far too telling reaction to Dream's words.

"They want to hear you, George. Don't muffle yourself," Dream muttered, harshly pulling George's arm up, making him follow along with the direction until his back was flush against Dream's chest, George sinking down fully onto the other's dick.

George whimpered at the exposure and stimulation, seeing as Dream's hands came around to splay around his stomach, keeping George pressed tightly against him as Dream thrusted into the other with quick, deep strokes.

"You wanna touch yourself, George?" Dream whispered, chin resting on the other's shoulder so he could watch.

"Ugh, hng, please," George begged, the words just spilling out of his lips as he cast his eyes down to his hard, and cruelly untouched, cock.

"Think you deserve it?"

George gripped a hand on one of Dream's that was the only thing holding him up at this point. "I've been good," he sobbed, George's face screwed up in desperation, speech growing slurred, "So close, ah, ah, 'm so hard, Dream, let me, please, please, please, let me. Need it, I wanna cum, please-"

Dream cut off the other's rambling by biting down on the junction between George's neck and his shoulder, the other blinded at the sensitivity surrounding him completely as Dream guided George's hand up to grasp around himself, hot tears spilling out over his cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure, only able to make a long, strangled noise as he came, feeling like the air was punched out of him as George finally reached his climax.

He made a mess of cum, finishing all over himself and both their hands, eyes squeezed shut and shuddering out breaths until Dream got his own release, George just barely feeling the twinges of oversensitivity when Dream pulled out.

He released George, who immediately flopped face down on the bed.

"Okay, a little dramatic there, George," Dream laughed, flipping the other over and examining him, as even as Dream was making fun of him, he made sure George was okay, just a slight crease of worry in his expression.

"You're... mean..," George managed to get out after much effort, pointing a slightly shaky accusatory finger at Dream.

"Mm, come on," Dream smiled sweetly, leaning down over George, "You liked it."

George crossed his arms with a huff, face tinted pink as he ignored that claim, "You better count your days, as I'm planning something big to get you back for this."

"Oh, stop, you're getting me all excited, George," Dream murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the other's lips.

George sighed as he untensed, letting Dream appease him with slow, intimate kisses that promised something only they knew, Dream grinning as he felt George match his expression after a moment.

Dream pulled off, a sheepish smile on his face, looking back to the camera, "That'll be it for today, guys. Have to go and make dinner for George after this."

"Which you'll hand feed to me."

That only made Dream chuckle as he teased, "How kinky."

George just shook his head, giving a look to the audience of 'see what I have to put up with?', as Dream was never off his bullshit.

The video ended, without even a wave, Dream too distracted by George again, geez, get a room. Or, well, one that wasn't being recorded.

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Chapter 5: Packing Vibrators: Watch Now!

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The camera was shaky and out of focus for the first few seconds, clearly being set up spur of the moment. Dream glanced at the viewfinder, satisfied enough with the framing, showing him and George sitting on the bed, a box in between them.

"Sorry, I know it's been a little while since we uploaded," Dream began with a smile, "There's just a lot to make this whole process happen. But, we should be more consistent from here on out."

"It might be best not to make any promises," George countered with a soft laugh.

Dream just shrugged. "We honestly have all the ideas for the videos, it's just actually getting around to doing them, or, well, doing each other is what takes the most time."

"You literally think of new schemes for us to do constantly. Do you ever think about anything else besides having sex?"

"How else are we supposed to keep in business, George?" Dream defended, though he was definitely guilty and passing it off as work was just such an easy excuse.

George just sighed, glancing pointedly down at the item on the bed, ready to get this show started.

"Yes, right," Dream started with excitement, "Today we are doing a very special request from one of our generous viewers, who even sent the exact materials we would need. How kind of them."

George gave the camera a firm look. "This isn't an open invitation to send us stuff, by the way. We have a very strict and intensely moderated system that will filter out any weirdos."

"Yeah, this is the only package that has gotten through our security checks," Dream explained, "Which means all the ones before, and there were many, were each ultimately denied."

George nodded. "Though, we don't even actually know what's in the box, just that it was verified, so it'll be a surprise to us all."

"Okay, enough of the suspense," Dream eagerly turned to the container in question that was beside him, "Let's see what we got."

He pulled off the tape, spreading out the sides of the container as they both peered to look inside.

Dream grinned, reached in and took out what they were sent, excited to see they received a new toy that he had been wanting to use for a long while.

A vibrator.

George glanced back into the package, showing that he also had one of his own.

Ooh, double vibrators.

They both shared a weighted look, their mouths curled up into devious smirks as they thought about just what to do with the other and their exciting little devices.

"Do you want to take turns?"

George shook his head vehemently, "No, same time. Let's see who can get the other more worked up."

"Oh," Dream murmured, pushing the now empty box away as he leaned in closer, "I like how you think, George."

George's eyes were wide as he turned his on, the buzzing fairly quiet, but the vibrations clearly very strong. No way they would be able to handle this.

How fun.

Dream was too focused on George's being on, not even getting the opportunity to see what his own could do before the other pressed the toy hard against him, making Dream let out a gasp.

George's eyes were transfixed as he slid the vibrator slowly up, watching Dream grow in his pants right there at the harsh attention he was being given.

Dream jerked his hips when George got up to the tip, hissing at the sensitivity.

George smiled even more wickedly, staying right there and holding firm until Dream was panting, straining to move up into the toy.

Just when Dream was nice and excited, George moved back down, brushing just barely over the other's dick.

Dream sighed, calming down from the sudden high intensity, lost for a moment as he remembered what his objective was in the first place. He became aware of his own vibrator he held in his hands, clicking it on and running it over the front of George's pants, the other letting out a small breath at the touch against him.

Dream kept the pressure light, only enough to get George hard, drawing it out until the other was fully up. Then, he pulled on the band of George's underwear, sliding the vibrator down the other, now with no layers in the way.

George's pressure on Dream eased up, gasping at the full feeling of the buzzing over him. The other moved closer, placing himself up on George's lap, keeping enough room to use the toys on each other.

They both just panted as they explored, pressing and moving and seeing where the other reacted more. Though there were far too many clothes in the way, they had to take a quick pause as they hastily ripped them off.

Dream was back, sliding his vibrator down low on George, making the other buck up as it hit right at a very sensitive spot. It was already a lot, but George couldn't help himself from thinking about what else they could do, where the toys could possibly go.

"Ugh," George whined, even though he had the attention of Dream's hand and the vibrator on him.

Dream grinned wide, knowing that tone, meaning George wasn't quite satisfied. That he wanted more. "What are you trying to tell me there, George?"

The other was quiet for a moment, gritting his teeth at how transparent he was, how Dream knew him far too well now. George pressed his face down against the other's shoulder as he replied, "I just, ah, wanna see how it feels, you know, inside me."

Dream's pleased expression was plastered over his face at that admission. "Okay, let's see how much you can handle then."

George whimpered as Dream's lubed up fingers curled inside him, watching as the other's hand was also opening himself up as well, preparing them both as he instructed George to keep the vibrator against him.

Soon, that was taken out of George's hand and inserted right inside of him, mouth parted as he was stretched, Dream pushing it all the way into him.

He let George adjust for a moment while he rolled a condom on the other's dick and covered it in lube. Then, Dream turned the toy on and pulled George to sit completely upright, driving the vibrator even deeper inside him, the other gasping as it buzzed right against his prostate, not getting any moment further to become accustomed to the feeling before Dream was sinking himself down onto George's dick.

George groaned, placing his hands on Dream's hips, panting at being filled and enveloped at the same time. They both just sat there for a moment, George getting worked up at every jolting vibration inside him.

Dream looked at the vibrator in his hand, considering his options as George whimpered pathetically underneath him.

"Hm," he murmured, "You think I can fit both inside me?"

George's eyes shot wide, gaze dropping down to see if Dream was referring to what he thought he was implying.

Dream was pressing the vibrator against him, trying to see whether it could logistically go in while they were in this position.

George let out a broken noise as he came, wishing vehemently he lasted long enough to see Dream's desired plan happen.

Dream laughed at him, that just the words and thought of it got George so excited to get off.

Though, the other wasn't really able to think very clearly at the moment, the vibrator up his ass pressing up inside him still, making him writhe at the oversensitivity.

Dream just watched as George squirmed, unable to go anywhere or do anything to alleviate the buzzing as the other was sitting on his lap, keeping him down, making George continue to take it.

It was far too much, though, George didn't say anything, only choking out gasps as he jerked, trying to get away from what was buzzing against his prostate.

Dream didn't take any mercy, intent on making George say when it was too much, grinding his hips down onto the other to overwhelm him further.

George sobbed, clutching harshly at Dream's arms, looking down between them, only able to cry as the other fucked down onto him relentlessly.

Dream slammed down and George felt as his eyes started to blur with tears, his head growing fuzzy with overpowering arousal punching through him.

His forehead slid down Dream's chest, shaky hands slung around the other's neck, unable to conjure a single coherent thought, let alone any words to express the intensity of his overstimulation.

As Dream kept moving, driving the vibrator into George with an increasing pace, the other started to buck into him wildly, George fully getting lost in all the sensations, Dream around him and the vibrator insistent and unyielding.

George felt as he was pushed back to the edge, a mess of noises, everything going fuzzy as a second orgasm was wrenched out of him, so soon after his last. He was numb for a moment afterwards, trying to suck breaths back into his lungs, not given any break from the onslaught, starting to get delirious.

Dream kept going, getting close himself, thrusting down, trying to find his release, still not letting George have a single second of recovery.

Instantly, everything was too much at once, George snapped his head up with a cry, arching his back to get away, but the pressure only heightened.

Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, desperately pushing Dream away with insistent hands, pushing far past his limits, the sensitivity making him frantic as it just wouldn't end.

Dream stopped his movements, George groaning as the other twitched around him, clearly excited by George's overwhelmed state, but not wanting to go too far.

George couldn't breathe, scratching and digging his nails into Dream's skin as he seeked so hard for relief, high pitched whines being the only thing he was able to utter.

Dream tried to get off, attempted to pull away, but was held in place by George, too far gone to have reason, only making it worse for himself as he pressed Dream down into him.

Then, without any warning, there was a sudden action, Dream being shoved down onto the bed, George panting as he laid on top of him, slumped and heavy after finally turning off the vibrator, not able to muster up the energy to even take the toy out from inside him.

Dream let George have what he had to admit was a fairly necessary break, but since he was cut off being so close to the edge, he started to become impatient as George didn't make any move to get anything going.

"I wanna cum, George."

The other slowly lifted himself up, clearly unimpressed with the demand as Dream had just almost forced three orgasms out of him, leaving the vibrator inside George until he physically couldn't take it anymore.

Dream didn't know how to feel about George's cold gaze, swallowing thickly as he hoped the other was planning on getting him off still.

"Did I say you were allowed to?"

Dream felt himself grow more turned on at the way George was talking to him, like it was a command, one for someone beneath him.

He shouldn't like it, but he did.

"Please," Dream begged, the desperation starting to seep in as George settled in between his legs, "You can fuck me, I'm all ready for you."

George just looked at him for a long moment, until Dream had no choice but to turn away from the heavy gaze. That made George grin, indulging in the control Dream was giving him.

"Already so used," George sighed, his voice a low scold as he pressed his fingers up into the other.

Dream didn't know how to respond, George's words being so unexpectedly dirty, his demeanor laced with adamant domination. He could only let the other do as he wished, which was finger fucking Dream.

Right when Dream was starting to eagerly push into the other's fingers, George stopped, keeping the digits pressed deep until the other began to whine.

"Keep going, please."

"You want me to fuck you?" George asked, instead of doing anything Dream wanted.

He nodded, which he thought was the correct answer, but George looked displeased with it, even as he removed his fingers, seemingly going to perform that very action.

"No."

Dream was completely confused, about to get up to see what the problem was when George harshly slammed Dream down, making him lay flat on his back.

"I want you to be good, but you're not," George chided, Dream opening his mouth to reply but quickly closed it as he felt the vibrator slide against him, a shiver running through him at the soft touch, "So, you get this instead."

Dream didn't want to put up any protest because at least he was getting something inside of him, biting down on his lip as George pressed the toy up into him.

As it was fucked in and out of him, as the previous session got Dream nearly unnecessarily slicked up, it made the most inappropriate sound as George slammed the toy hard into the other, grinning at the smack it made at every movement.

"Oh," George murmured, "You're so wet, Dream."

"Nng," Dream whimpered, hearing the lewd noise that was elicited as George thrusted the toy in and out, "That's, ugh, lube."

"And, why is that inside you, hm? "

Dream grit his teeth, knowing George was asking on purpose, to draw out the answer, make Dream say such dirty things. "Because you just.. fucked me."

George grinned, driving the vibrator in deep with a harsh thrust, making Dream's eyes roll back. "I still wanna know if you can fit both," He murmured, sliding his finger around the base of the toy, which was now pressed fully into Dream, "I feel like you've thought about it before, instead of it being an offhand remark, isn't that right, Dream?"

The other pulled a very telling face at that comment, squeezing his eyes shut as he nodded his head shortly.

"You're such a slut."

Dream whimpered as he came, embarrassed at that sending him over the edge, how that low, slicing tone George used made him feel all light-headed, spending quite a few moments with his eyes closed, not ready to face the other long after George removed the vibrator from inside of him.

Though, when he eventually did, opening his eyes just a bit, he sighed in defeat, seeing George's wide satisfied grin, a full leer that told him absolutely nothing good was going to become of this.

"What happened, Dream? I thought you had a praise kink, not this?"

Dream let out a long, slow breath, summoning up the will to push himself up into a sitting position, wincing at the ache from all their activities. "It's not like I'm meaning to, well, react that way."

George spread his hand over Dream's thigh, not willing to let this go so soon, not when they just barely started, lifting the other's leg up slightly to look over the mess he had become. "Look at you, covered in cum. Yet, you're filthy, you still want more, don't you?"

Dream dropped his head down slightly, feeling as his face started to heat up, stiffening at the words. George was consumed by the revelation.

"Greedy little whore."

Dream tried to press his legs together to hide how much he was deeply enjoying this, whimpering as George kept him open, putting the other on display for all to see.

"Are you really that pathetic?" George drawled, "Already desperate to be filled again?"

Dream's flush was spreading down his chest, dick twitching at the degradation. "Please," he breathed.

George pulled on Dream, guiding him until his lower back rested up on his lap, lifting up his hips for some nice, easy access.

He immediately shoved the vibrator inside Dream in one quick thrust, the other whipping his head back at the roughness.

George grabbed Dream's hand, curling the other's fingers around the other vibrator and his dick, making sure it was held in place, then George turned on both.

Dream couldn't move very much at all being in this position, but he still tried, his hand slowly starting to travel up over his dick as he moved slightly, attempting to press into George.

Then, he froze, struggling to stay calm as George grasped his waist harshly. "No moving. Sit there and take it as I use you."

Dream trembled as George guided his hand up, making him squeeze around the tip of his dick, placing the vibrator firmly against the most sensitive spot.

George just watched him for a moment, sliding bold hands all over Dream's thighs, claiming everything that was his to touch.

He pressed lightly against the base of the vibrator, Dream holding his breath as he waited for George to start fucking it into him again.

Though, instead, what he got was George pressing a finger inside him.

Dream gasped, bucking up, making the other send him a warning glance and a scathing, "Shut up."

He slapped a hand over his mouth, his gaze fixed on George stretching him even wider, his dick leaking heavily with all the vibrations and pressure, but even more so that George was giving him even more than he could handle with this heated control.

As the finger inside him started to go in and out slowly, Dream's legs, which were previously closed tightly around George's side, opened up, letting the other go in deeper.

This movement was not lost on George.

"You want it so bad you're spreading yourself for me. What should I do with a dirty little cockslut like you?"

Combined with that and with George pressing the tip of his dick against him as he said those last words, Dream came.

"Aw, looks like you couldn't listen," George tsked in disappointment, pulling away from the other, "Now you don't get what you want."

Dream whined as everything was turned off, the vibrator removed and his hand pushed off his dick. "No, please, I need it."

George shook his head. "You weren't being a good boy for me, no reward for you."

Dream sobbed, even though he was far too sensitive and really wouldn't be able to take any more anyway. He just wanted it so bad, only left teased with what he almost got. "Please, I'm sorry, I wanted to be good for you, I tried. Just.. just use me, please, George."

George had to cover his mouth with his hand, his face turning red at the desperation Dream had for all this. He tried to settle the other down. "It's okay, Dream," he murmured, brushing a soft hand over the other's face, "We can't do this right now, we have to finish this up, alright?"

Dream's face scrunched in confusion, taking his arms off his face to look at George. "Finish what?"

George glanced at the camera, Dream following the line of his gaze. His eyes opened in shock, covering his embarrassed face up again right away. "Yeah," he muttered, "I definitely forgot we were recording."

"I could tell."

"Are we gonna cut out that last little bit or?"

George laughed, shaking his head. "Of course not, that was my favorite part."

Dream sighed, letting the other have this, especially because he knew the entire scene was going to end up being foreshadowing for future videos. "And, that's where we're ending for today. I think that's enough of my humiliation."

"I could always use some more," George teased, which made Dream shoot him an amused look, "Oh, and thank you kind viewer for sending the package! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

Dream grumbled something and the video cut off.

At least there was a lot of sex for the wait they made us all endure. But, as always, we're left here, complementing our whole lives as we see the screen demanding us to:

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Chapter 6: Riding the British: Live Now!

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It was starting to feel like they streamed on here much more than any of their other channels, though that could just very well be that they rarely went live regardless, but the notification for this video was clicked on anyway, immediately pulling up the feed to see what everyone came here for, some 'straight'-up porn.

"Always a pleasure to have you all here, our degenerate little viewers," Dream grinned, actually opening the chat for once instead of ignoring it, as he was usually too impatient for the sex to get much of the guidance he had previously promised to follow, "Should we take any questions? I feel like we don't interact with our audience enough."

"You're just trying to distract from our objective for the stream," George murmured, giving the other a side glance.

"What? I would never," Dream said in mock offense, "I just think they should get some input today, you know, start the build-up, get us all in the mood."

"Hmm," George hummed, growing amused as his gaze flicked over the messages being sent in, "Maybe you're right. Someone just said tie you to the bed and make you take it from behind. I'm liking the sound of that. What the hell, let's do it."

Dream shook his head with a tsk, "No, no. Simple foreplay instructions. Like this, a suggestion for me to pin you down to the bed."

"And, do what?"

Dream was already positioning George, turning him so they faced each other, spreading out his legs so he could fit in between. "Kiss you. Forcefully. They want it rough today."

George raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to resist or be into it? What's the scenario here?"

After a quick scan of the chat, Dream replied with a growing grin, "More in a way that you let yourself be persuaded."

George rolled his eyes. "Why is this the request you chose? It seems rather-"

He was cut off by Dream shoving his shoulders back, slamming George down onto the bed, making him let out a noise of surprise at the sudden push.

Dream tilted his head almost imperceptibly to the side, waiting just a quick moment for George to give the answer of whether or not they could continue, which was a subtle nod of his head, barely noticeable to anyone but the other, though, it was the signal he knew was needed, and, just like that, Dream was all over him.

He climbed on top of the other, holding his wrists down, restraining George with ease. Though, far too much ease, disappointedly. Dream shook his head in exasperation that the other just wasn't following along with the roles he wanted. "Be defiant," he commanded with reproach, flashing George a glance to take this seriously.

"Fine. Get your filthy little hands off me, bitch."

Dream laughed with a soft sigh. "Okay, maybe dial it back a bit. More antagonistic, like you're trying to get me to shut you up, as if you want me but you have to incite me into it."

"We role-playing some enemies to lovers, Dream?" George murmured, the corners of his mouth pulling up, like he knew something we didn't.

"Of course," Dream replied, knowing exactly what the other's look meant and totally shamelessly admitting to what they secretly shared, "It's what the people want after all."

"Just the people now, is it?"

Dream grinned, leaning down closer, his whole face a taunt. "You sure like to run your mouth. Has no one ever put you in your place?"

"Oh, really?" George pressed, demeanor matching the other's as he got the hint they were starting this playful banter. "And, what, you think you're gonna be the one to do it? Dream, Dream," he breathed out his disbelief with a soft shake of his head, "You don't have the gall."

"You're provoking me, George, you're asking for it. You think I can't tell, hm?"

George scoffed, turning his face a bit to the side. "You think I want you? Don't be an idiot. You're the one on top of me. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Dream slid his knee up, pressing it against George, smiling wickedly when he heard the other's hitch of breath at the movement, his voice cocky as he spoke, "Look at you, all excited for me. Doesn't matter what you say, I see how you react. You've never been a good actor, you know."

"That means nothing," George replied determinedly, "Doesn't matter what you do, touch me all you want, it won't change my mind in the slightest that I despise you."

Dream quirked up an eyebrow, taking that as a clear invitation to go further into this game. "Oh, you're just begging now. You like this?" he asked, grinding more firmly against George's dick, causing the other to lift his hips slightly upwards into the stimulation, George so open in his desire for more, "Seems to me like you already can't handle it."

George's voice had a slight strain as he responded, weaker in his dissent. "You think I can't take it? This is nowhere near enough to affect me."

"So, you're trying to get more, is that it?"

George lifted his chin up in rebellion, looking down at Dream even though he was the one being restrained by the other, his lip curling into a grin, his words heavy with implication as he replied, "Oh, like you even have the nerve."

Dream pulled in close, dropping himself down until they were pressed together, save just the distance between their chests, enough that Dream could ghost a breathy laugh across George's lips, murmuring, "You want me to make you nervous, hm? I can do that."

Dream ran his thumb along the other's cheek, turning his face to the side until they were almost connected in a kiss, stopping just right before, watching with an indulgent, satisfied expression as George's mouth parted, letting out a soft gasp when Dream grinded harshly against him.

"Want more?" Dream taunted, seeing as George reacted subtly, with his pupils dilating, pulse quickened in just the slightest uptick in his veins, how the other pressed up firmly against Dream, his back curving upwards, responding in every conceivable way that all he wanted was Dream's touch running over him.

George wasn't going to break though, instead of admitting any sort of defeat he spat out, "I feel nothing."

Just like that, it snapped, Dream driving down slow, rough thrusts against George, pressing kisses that made the other open up so gradually, George fighting with himself not to so eagerly respond even as he met Dream's hips with his own, kissed back in a far too telling desire, only just barely keeping himself from chasing after the other when Dream pulled off, George forced to still to not give himself away.

They just breathed for a moment, Dream with a grin and George with a glare that he passed off as defiance against this, though it was really his irritation showing about this halt to their motions and connection.

"You still gonna put up a fight, even after that?"

George chuckled dryly, raising an eyebrow as he whispered, "Of course," not letting the other even get a chance to respond as he bit down harshly onto Dream's bottom lip, pulling slightly to make them draw closer.

Dream's eyelashes fluttered, a low, strangled noise pulling out from his throat at the roughness digging into his flesh, letting himself be directed by George, whose only intention was to get any sort of friction and all of Dream's attention to focus solely all over him.

And, he was definitely going to get what he wanted, Dream was rather indulgent to his vaguely defined partner.

They went back to the dry humping content that probably very few people asked for, pressing much more heatedly this time around, Dream making the kisses bruising, driving down until he was sure the other couldn't keep himself from chasing after the stimulation.

When Dream stopped rolling his hips down this time, how he always was going to just for the pleasure of seeing the other lose that control, George was just a moment delayed, stilling a few seconds after the other clearly wasn't moving, George sucking a breath through his teeth, cursing at his greediness, that it would only cause Dream to relentlessly tease him. "Dammit," he said in an exhale, feeling defeated in their game.

George's eyes flicked up to meet Dream's, sighing when he saw the stupid wide grin, the mirth swimming in the other's eyes, of how George was just caught in 4k live, acting as if they didn't have explicit gay sex constantly on this channel and this was somehow a special never before seen weakness from the other.

"You have anything you want to admit to me now?" Dream whispered, pressing his lips in a long, drawn-out kiss against George's throat, waiting for the answer that the other reluctantly conceded that he deserved.

He still huffed, which ended up being so breathy and voice tight from his arousal being played around with so. "Just because I wanna have sex with you doesn't mean I still don't resent you."

"Mm," Dream hummed happily against the other's neck, "That's good enough for me."

"Yeah, you're pretty easy, you'll probably take anything if I offered."

Dream propped himself up, separating them apart much to George's dismay even though they had other things to do, which he was excited about but it meant that he had to wait, Dream tilting his head to the side with a scolding expression, "Oh, you know damn well it's just for you. Don't pretend you've forgotten about what you said the other night, but, I'll be generous enough to remind you how-"

"Now, onto the actual main plan for today," George abruptly cut off Dream by slapping a hand over his mouth, knowing he absolutely did not want whatever the other was about to say to be recorded live on the internet forever, shooting the other an irrefutable look to keep his mouth shut about that.

"Yes, right," Dream agreed when the palm was removed from his face, tone tinted with the lightest hint of resigned acceptance, "So, this one was a highly paid request, and they specifically asked for us to live stream it as well."

George was already stripping off his shirt, grinning as he added, "I think they just wanted to see you struggle, Dream, as the prompt was to have him ride me, with absolutely no assistance."

"I always have to do all the work," Dream griped dramatically, removing his own clothes to go along with George's direction, "But, I mean, it's a fairly doable request and we were heavily compensated, probably way more than this would even be worth."

"Oh, yeah," George began, looking over to the camera, "If you're willing to spend a lot of money and have a reasonable idea you want us to do, drop that in our inbox, bribe us into fulfilling your fantasies."

Dream scoffed, tossing the other a look about that ridiculous phrasing, both of them left now in just their boxers, "Are we panhandling now? I feel like inviting them into this will only backfire."

George shrugged, "I also enjoy denying them, but, and listen to how smoothly I'm transitioning in this segue, we accepted this suggestion to do for you all live on stream today, so let's get started.

"I'm actually impressed," Dream murmured with a soft smile, knowing that he couldn't draw out any more distractions and had to get on with this video he had agreed to do mainly because George was so excited by the proposition.

Though, it just made Dream more acutely aware of just how much the other was a little shit. But, to be fair, he had to confess that was the major reason they got together in this ambiguous way in the first place, though, there was no way Dream would admit that, relying on the claim this was only for business reasons.

George had a devious look on his face, clearly having a plan which involved stripping Dream bare while he kept himself just barely decent in his underwear, turning over to the chat to ask out what the next necessary step should be.

"What do you guys want to see? Me prepping Dream or him doing it himself?"

George grinned when he saw the answer being what he wanted to see. "Yes, now I can get my payback for whatever the hell you were up to in that prep video."

Dream sighed as he let himself be situated, George making him go on his hands and knees, or, really, more on his face and knees, as the other just shoved him right down to get that porn worthy position, protesting a slightly grumbled, "That was all completely necessary, I'm telling you, nothing I did was excessive in the least."

George shook his head, fingers all lubed up and ready as he countered, "I know this isn't true. Now, be like your dumb username and take it."

Dream jerked as George quite abruptly slammed his finger inside of him, huffing out a miffed, "Hey, be gentle, this is the money maker right here, jesus."

"What was that, Dream? Didn't you say you wanted it rough today?" George replied with feigned innocence, pushing the digit in and out harshly, causing Dream to gasp at the intentionally directed intensity.

"Fuck, you trying to get me off right now? Before we even have sex?"

George shook his head as he pressed in another finger, pleased at the whimper he drew out of Dream at the stretch he was causing. "No, no. I just want to make you excited, is all," he said so casually, like they weren't doing prep at the moment, twisting and pressing down deep into the other until he got the response he desired, of Dream pushing back into him, "And, I have to say, it looks like it's working quite well."

Dream couldn't reply as his face was forced right into the sheets, eyes rolling back into his skull when George added the third digit, hitting so determinedly at the spot inside of him that it was bringing him a lot faster to the edge than he felt disclosing to the other, since saying he was getting close was surely going to make George pull away from him.

But, that didn't matter anyway, since George knew his limits and tells far too intimately, removing his fingers when he saw Dream's hips twitch, his shoulders slump down slightly as he started to lose himself in the pleasure, getting much more than he was supposed to.

George couldn't allow that, not so soon, not without getting his own dick wet, of course.

He pulled on Dream's shoulder, making him sit up as he layered on the condom and lube onto himself, laying back with a content sigh as the other settled onto his lap.

"Give us all a good show, won't you, Dream?" George smirked, getting all comfortable and crossing his arms under his head, looking so utterly relaxed and ready for all the administrations to be done on him.

Dream narrowed his gaze as he lined George's dick to press inside, sliding down until the other was fully enveloped by him, sarcastically replying with a patronizing, dead-panned, "Yeah, I'll be sure to get right on that."

"I mean, you are, currently, 'right on it', so, I will say, you're off to a good start."

With a quick roll of his eyes and hips, moving down in slow, building thrusts, Dream scoffed, resting his hands onto George's chest for some purchase, lifting up just slightly so he could start a rhythm. "I'm tempted to just finish and leave you right here on the edge, don't test me."

George shook his head with a cocky smile, "Oh, no no, Dream. I think you're forgetting about the rules they set up. Not only are you absolutely not allowed to touch yourself unless I so generously allow it, also, they specifically said you had to get me off first."

Dream hung his head a bit, hoping George would have let those little trivial details slip his mind, but he knew that wish was futile anyway with how the other was so intent on teasing him. His only option was to make sure George got so overwhelmed by Dream fucking down onto him that the other would have to react, to take his stupid arms out from under his head and have no choice to place them around Dream's waist as George broke this deal of giving no assistance as he met his thrusts.

"Fine," Dream challenged, "Then I'll make you get me off."

He started to increase his pace, cursing at how he looked, literally bouncing up and down on George's dick as the other just watched in amusement, hardly even phased while Dream was beginning to pant from the effort and stimulation, grinding down, snapping his hips until the angle hit him just right, gasping as he slammed George deep inside him.

"That is basically the whole goal here, Dream."

The other petulantly refused to acknowledge that statement, going quiet as he doubled down, trying not to show his reactions as his speed only seemed to really affect him.

George didn't like this lack of conversation, cocking his head to the side at how Dream was far too content right now, he needed to be brought down a notch, to exploit their positions and expose the other's weakness to how he felt riding him. "You know what? I think you should keep talking, see how long it takes until you can't get the words out anymore."

"What's the point of that?" Dream questioned breathlessly, not really needing another peril but sure the other was going to get his way in the end since he may have said he would be willing to let the other be in charge, only if he didn't abuse the power.

George was always one to slide as close as could along that line, pestering Dream to comply. "This is all I'll ask, I promise. I just want you to do what you do best, which is never being able to keep your mouth shut."

Dream huffed in feigned offense, "I'm kinda busy right now, ah, George. Besides, what do you even want me to say?"

"Something to keep the viewers hooked, don't want them or me, for that matter, to lose interest."

"Are you trying to say that me riding you is boring?"

"No," George drawled in a soft smile, "Just that your commentary would make it much more fun, don't you think?"

"I don't know what weird kink this is, but, I guess whatever gets you off faster."

George just laughed, giving the other a nod to get his voice into action.

"I still don't really know what exactly, ugh, to say."

"Well," George offered out his suggestion, "Tell what I know you're just desperate for me to do to you right now."

Dream sighed, letting the other have his way with him, especially since this was a fairly easy request to complete. "It would be nice if you took some initiative and starting fucking me."

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you? So needy that you want to disappoint our lovely viewer who donated this to us?"

"As much as I would love to say I enjoy letting an audience dictate my sex life," Dream murmured dryly, "Being here now, with a, ah, dick up my ass, I have to admit I'm ready to disregard everything else just so I can cum."

"Aw, you getting excited there, Dream?" George teased, feeling as the thrusts the other was slamming down onto him was now making his own voice grow slightly strained, "You can always start begging, you know."

Dream tossed his head to the side, even though he was already starting to consider that option, his hips becoming more erratic, the bed creaking beneath him from the intensity of his thrusts. He didn't know if he was going to get anywhere without at least some help from George, and he really didn't want to tempt the other far enough that he wouldn't touch him after he got his own orgasm. "Does it count as cheating if you can't help yourself from moving up into me?"

George shrugged, looking over to see if he could view the chat at all, which he couldn't, too far away even if he squinted. "I think it wouldn't be, since I'm not technically trying to help you. But, you have to make me lose control and I'm just not quite there yet, Dream. So, keep up that dirty talk for me."

"I'm taking you, shit, so deep, George. Don't you want to get more? To, ugh, fuck me exactly how you want, use me until you get off? Doesn't that just sound so tempting?"

George had a wicked smirk as he slowly sat up, leaning back on his hands as he watched Dream adjust to the new position, barely hesitating in his movements as he kept up the rhythm he didn't dare stop. "I don't want to make it that easy for you, Dream. Just fuck yourself harder."

"Ugh," Dream groaned, hips aching as he didn't relent with rolling them down into George, only making himself reach a further desperation, being held so close to the edge but just not quite able to get that last bit of stimulation in order to cum, "I am, don't you see I'm trying? Come on, George, please."

George's ears perked up when that last word was uttered, grinning up at Dream as he leaned in closer, brushing their noses together as an invitation for the other to connect them. "What was that? Are you pleading for me now, Dream?"

"Yes, whatever, just, fuck-" Dream's breathless command was cut off by George pressing their lips together, making the other able to grind against his stomach, slamming down so hard as he got that last bit of friction he needed, sighing into the other's mouth as he came, Dream fully aware he wasn't allowed to but doing so anyway.

George gasped in disapproval, separating them immediately when he felt Dream spill all over his abdomen, giving the other a glare of disappointment as Dream slowed down, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm. "You broke the rules."

"It wasn't my fault, you're the one who pressed against me, I was just using whatever I had to my advantage," Dream replied smugly, absolutely not even sorry about not following directions.

"You still have to keep going until I get off."

Dream winced, regretting his decision slightly now as he felt his sensitivity, that rebound turn around time not humanly possible for him to get George off without succumbing to overstimulation.

"George," he whined, whimpering as just a slow roll of his hips down hit right against that spot inside him.

The other took no mercy on Dream. "Guess you should have thought about that instead of only focusing on yourself, hm?"

Dream sunk his head down, resting his forehead against George's shoulder as he started some quick, short thrusts that made his mouth fall open, muscles tensed as he was made to fuck himself again too soon, shooting overwhelming pleasure through him that he could barely even handle. "You're, hng, taking too long."

"Fine," George said firmly, grabbing Dream's hips in a harsh grip, "I guess I'll have to cheat to give you the punishment you earned from not following your only objective."

Dream let out a cry as George roughly slammed up into him, bringing him down as well to meet the thrusts, making a brutal pace, fucking the other how he had asked for before, though, now it was being used against Dream. "Ugh, ah, why can't I just help but feel that you, fuck, did this on purpose?"

"I don't know what you mean," George blinked innocently, but Dream could hear that glint of something in the other's voice that told him his accusation was most certainly right on the nose.

Dream was a mess of high pitched noises and gasps as George kept pressing into him, driving deeper and deeper until the arousal started to punch back into him, growing stiff as the other hit directly against his prostate, pulling a groan out of Dream as he began to reciprocate the movement, matching the pace as George manhandled him, using Dream for his own pleasure and nothing else.

But, it was still causing Dream to react, already getting close again as the other started to near the edge, knowing it was going to end soon as George was more breathless, nails digging into Dream's skin as he pushed up one final time, his movements slowing to a halt, right when Dream was back on the precipice, falling away from it as George stilled.

"No," Dream protested, eyes filling with hot tears as he was kept from his release, whining as he kept moving his hips after George had stopped, "Just give me a little more, please, I'm almost there, I just need more."

The other sighed, tsking as he wrapped his hand around Dream's dick. "Greedy boy."

Dream didn't particularly care about the reprimand as George stroked him just how he liked it, a moan spilling past his lips as he reached his second orgasm, slumping down as he finished over the other's hand.

"You know you're gonna have to make up for this, right? I'm pretty sure you did the exact opposite of what was required."

Dream let out a breath, worn from all the heights of ecstasy, responded with a mumbled, "You can never predict how the requested act will pan out, that's the risk they have to take."

George rolled his eyes. "That's just an excuse you're using when it's convenient for you."

"How about this?" Dream began, continuing when George met his gaze, "I'll give you one pass since I did this, and it can be whatever you want, on or, if you so wish, even off camera."

George cleared his throat, whispering out a hushed, barely heard by the mic, "We'll talk about this later," as he turned back to the camera with a pleasant smile, "I have to say I do like how this ended up turning out, I believe this should be satisfactory enough for the request, and, well, you did want it genuine and live and this was the result of that."

George froze for just a moment as Dream leaned down, whispering in his ear something that couldn't be heard by the audience, making his face flush slightly, pushing away the other as he covered up his hesitation with a cough, saying a hurried, "Right, we'll be ending now, hope to see you guys back next time, bye!"

Dream grinned as the stream went to that blank screen, sadly making this video come to an end.

Oh well, at least this would always be here, forever on the internet with the option to:

 

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Chapter 7: Dressed for Show: Watch Now!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

This upload schedule was becoming a little bit too realistic, videos spaced out and sporadic just like their normal channels were, the ideas more doable in theory as always. Well, it’s not like we’re going to ignore the notification anyway. Content is content, after all.

Dream made his appearance on screen, solo on camera this time, standing in front of a mirror that had been hung on the wall next to the bed, seemingly just for the exact purposes of this video.

George, currently off to the side out of frame, but of course ever present, called out in a jeer, “Better give ‘em what they came here for, Dream.”

They exchanged what must be a tension filled glance, if the visible person’s expression of resigned acceptance mingled with a barely held restraint of bursting dissent that simmered down with whatever silent response George gave him was anything to go by.

Dream let out a long sigh, wondering for a brief moment exactly why he was even here and more specifically why his audience insistently and incessantly made him be the subject of attention at all of George’s mercy; he swore they had something against him, surely.

“We were sent another package for today,” Dream began, warily eyeing the unassuming box that rested on the bed, “Though, I was requested not to look at the contents until we started recording, so George had the pleasure of seeing it exclusively.”

He flicked his eyes over to where George was sitting out of view, distracted for a moment by whatever the other was doing, perhaps hearing a muffled response that lingered over Dream's use of pleasure, but it was just a notch too quiet for us to hear. He pulled himself out of the slight trance of looking over George, the subtle movement of his gaze traveling down before he became aware of it, then he moved on, Dream clearing his throat as he continued, “You said it was something for me to wear, yeah?”

“Yes, which means we’re gonna need to see your current clothes come off right about now,” George prompted, a grin evident in his voice.

“Was a strip show even part of this?” Dream asked incredulously as his fingers drifted down to the hem of his shirt, “Or is this just another one of your fantasies disguised under a viewer request?”

“No comment.”

Dream shook his head softly, his voice edging on breathless in his disapproval, “You're such an idiot, that answer just gives you away.”

“You know,” George replied, ignoring Dream pointing out his logical fallacy, “I'm hearing so much talking and not a lot of clothes hitting the floor.”

Dream attempted to look annoyed, but George constantly cut right through his reservations, his smile breaking out over his face even as he struggled to keep it from his lips, “You could always do it yourself.”

“That's alright, I'll just direct you.”

“Go on, then,” Dream prompted, hands awaiting the other's command.

The creak of a chair indicated that George leaned forward, trying to get a closer look at this show, probably swiping his tongue over his lips in excitement as well, evident in Dream's satisfied reaction.

“Slide your hands down slowly over your stomach, yeah,” George approved, “Just like that.”

Dream's palms drifted down his abdomen, his fingers splayed, the touch a slow moving pressure that pushed his shirt down along with it, the neckline pulling to expose a collarbone in the process.

“Good, now cross your arms opposite each other and slide just right under your shirt, exactly, stay there for a moment.”

Dream did so, his forearms connecting lightly, posed at the ready to strip off the article of clothing as George hummed his approval, lingering on this scene for a bit before moving on.

“Now take it off, but really draw it out, act like you're being paid for this.”

With a slightly choked laugh, Dream responded, “Well, I am, so I guess I don't need to act.”

Right as his muscles went taut, grip tight in order to tug upwards, George stopped him right in his tracks.

“Look at the camera, not at me.”

Dream shifted, his eyes darting over to the camera then down to his feet as he let out a shaky exhale, facing forward unabashed and shameless as George gave him some sort of signal to begin.

The pull was slow, a drag of fabric that exposed the expanse of Dream's skin inch by inch, smoothly gliding up until his shoulders strained, then in one swift motion, he quickly removed it from his head and tossed it to the side.

“Next, unbuckle the belt in that one way, you know, yes, perfect,” George murmured in a silky praise, “You really know how to strip.”

Dream shook his head with a soft smile as he pressed his finger along the edge of the leather, running it along until he reached the end, sliding it out from the loop like he had some heavily implied intentions of what he was going to do when it came off, pulling the belt harsh to free it from the buckle, a tug that made the band dig into his hips as he lifted out the metal holding the leather in place, easing his grip and moving his hand over to grasp the buckle, yanking the belt from the loops in one quick pull and letting it clatter to the floor.

It was silent for a moment as Dream looked expectantly over to George but was given no further direction as the seconds ticked by.

Dream lifted an eyebrow as George regained his bearings, clearing his throat and stumbling over his words slightly as he said, “Now, uh, the pants?”

With the corner of Dream's mouth pulling up into a grin, he did as he was told, sliding his pants down and off, which, at the removal, the smug look on his face was immediately wiped off as he remembered what exactly he was wearing underneath them.

That being a thong.

Which, to be clear, was at George's insistence.

Though, the other was for sure not going to make that be the narrative as he gasped like this was the first time he was seeing what the other was wearing, taunting, “Oh, woah, Dream. I didn't know this was part of your everyday wear, this wasn't even for the video.”

His face was tinted red and Dream was looking anywhere else besides the camera, hands clenching slightly as his arm hovered over to discreetly cover himself up, scoffing out, “That isn't even true, you know it isn't.”

“Oh, I had nothing to do with this,” George assured with a wicked tone, “I can't believe you picked something so promiscuous.”

Dream was becoming more flustered, hissing out his retort of, “You told me it was necessary for the request!”

“Hm,” George hummed, mulling over that accusation, “That's odd, as you are going to have to take it off anyway.”

Dream paused, looking over in reproachful question, “You can't be serious.”

“Ah, but I am, as sorry as I am to say,” George replied, voice low with a lick of a tease flowing from his tongue, “And, if I could ask, why are you so hard right now, Dream?”

The question was asked with so much innocence, all of which George absolutely did not have in this situation.

Dream made a strangled noise as he leaned his head down into his palm, mumbling a muffled, “Shut up.”

“What? Did you get that excited by watching yourself in the viewfinder, hm?”

Dream dragged a hand over his face and sighed, flitting his eyes over the other with an exasperated look, “Whatever. And, you can't even say anything! You know I can see you absolutely straining in your pants, right? So clearly fucking thirsting after me-”

“Okay, we get the picture, Dream,” George interjected unamused, “Stop stalling and get undressed for me.”

“Can't believe you made me wear this all day for no reason,” he grumbled, not sure why he even allowed it in the first place as Dream rid himself of the last of his clothes.

George chuckled lightly, “Gotta say, you were pretty easy to convince this morning.”

“Yeah, because you were literally on your knees under my desk while I was editing, which,” Dream paused, picking up the package to see what he was subjected to this time, “I'm pretty sure you promised to perform that exact act again on camera for my recompensation.”

“I said no such thing.”

Dream grinned, pressing the cardboard wings to the side. “Well, now I planted the expectation in the audience, so they won't let it go until you do.”

George brushed him off, “We'll just cut that part out.”

Dream scoffed, giving the other a look of complete disbelief, “Yeah, sure. Like you'll ever edit one of these videos instead of just making me do it.”

“Ugh,” George groaned in defeat, “I guess if sucking you off is the price to pay..”

Dream had a satisfied smile, that was, until George finished his sentence with, “.. it's just too bad I'm broke.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling out the first wrapped bundle from the box, setting the package to the side to focus solely on what he held in his hands, Dream giving his reproach of, “Yeah, I know, you wish you could afford me.”

“Selling out your body, are you now, Dream?”

A quick look at the camera confirmed that statement.

“I think we both are.”

George conceded on that point and probably gestured for Dream to get on with the show because they have gotten entirely off track and they haven't done a single thing that they were requested to do and have just been on an entirely off subject tangent this whole time.

Dream set his stance, delicately unfolded the paper holding the item and laughed breathlessly seeing what the contents were. He lifted up one of the thigh highs he was so kindly sent, immediately pulling both on, leaving him in absolutely nothing but the stockings.

He whipped his head over when he heard the tell-tale sound of pants being very quietly unzipped, George's voice sounded sheepish even as he defended, “I'm just getting ready for the next part, no need to make a fuss.”

“Oh, don't be embarrassed, George,” Dream murmured, smug to have caught the other lacking in front of everyone to see, “You can just say you're wildly, desperately into this, no one will judge.”

“Shut up and get the last thing on.”

Dream's grin only widened at those words. “Now so impatient. Why? You wanna fuck me, George? In this?” he teased, snapping the fabric that rested against his thighs, “Does it turn you on?”

George refused to answer, but that only meant Dream was right and he was clearly pleased by his victory, smiling all wickedly as he opened the final article he needed to wear.

Dream slid the garter belt up, which was the nice finishing touch on this outfit, letting the lace stretch out over his hips, leaving the clasps dangling for a moment.

Before he could even reach down to attach them to his high thighs, George was up and entering the frame, scantily clad in just boxers, so scandalous.

Dream just watched with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression playing over his face as George's hands worked quite quickly to clip everything into place.

“What? Did you get tired of touching yourself? Couldn't resist from me any longer, hm?” Dream taunted as George's fingers pulled away from the last clamp.

The other narrowed his eyes, cocking his head to the side as he planted his palm against Dream's chest and pushed him away, making him fall back onto the bed with a huff.

“God, why so pushy today?”

George crossed his arms as he shamelessly raked his eyes over Dream's form, dragging his gaze up the long expanse of fabric clinging to Dream's calves, the cloth taut over his thighs, the edges of the thigh highs pulled upwards by the metal clasps. The garter belt fit snug over Dream's waist, a gap left to expose his leaking dick that pressed impatiently against the lace, aching for touch.

“All I know is they wanted me rough. I'll give them that, since you deserve it anyway.”

Dream gasped in exaggerated offense, protesting with, “That's so unfair, I did everything you wanted today, you should be rewarding me.”

George shook his head slowly, a light reproach to his tone as he questioned that statement, “Really? Is that right, Dream?

Dream nodded vigorously, eyes growing dark at George's rapt attention over his body, chest rising and falling more rapidly in his excitement for what was going to come next.

Which was him, of course.

George dragged a finger over Dream's thigh, the other straining to look down, see where George was heading, unfortunately, the direction was down, instead of the upwards motion Dream wanted.

“Hmm,” George hummed in consideration, drawing out his response as he traveled to the side, sliding a brush of touch on Dream's inner thigh, making the other suck in a breath, “I guess I'll give you something, as you claim you've earned it and all.”

Dream immediately perked up, eager curiosity spilling into his words, “What is it?”

George just reached over somewhere vaguely out of view instead of verbally responding to Dream's question, pulling out a nice sturdy set of padded handcuffs.

Dream attempted to play off his surprise but it was clear he had no indication of this being George's plan until right now, at the reveal. “Did these come in the package as well?”

“No,” George replied, completely unthinkingly, “I bought them.”

Dream's eyebrows shot up at that confession, a wide smile spreading over his lips as George realized his mistake, flush tinting his cheeks as he ducked his head down.

“Oh, George,” Dream gushed, making the other absolutely flustered, “You couldn't help yourself, huh? That's it, isn't it? You were so desperate, to buy this sex toy to use on me? George, George,” Dream chastised in a murmur, "You dirty dog. When did you get so kinky?”

The other was not having it, huffing a grumbled, “Dammit, I should not have said that, I'm so- ugh.”

He looked so disappointed in himself, having exposed this little piece of information for no reason, making it so Dream would never let George forget about this slip up, that he admitted to the purchase of such a raunchy item, one that wasn't even specifically requested, it was all George's desire to have, and have it be used with Dream on camera.

He really needed to get himself in check, leaking his own fantasies like this.

Obviously, Dream was being cheeky, rambling on with remarks about George's lack of self control, until, to get the other to shut up and also continue on the storyline, he cut Dream's words off as he turned the other onto his stomach, pressing his face down into the sheets for good measure.

“That's more than enough for now, Dream,” George assured with a slight shake in his voice.

Dream began to say his muffled response that contradicted conclusively with that, but stopped as George started to manhandle him, grabbing his waist harshly, nails digging into Dream's skin that pushed, guiding until he was up on his elbows and knees, kneeling right where George wanted him, directly in front of the headboard.

After a moment of getting situated, George now up near Dream's head, they just looked at each other for a moment, a hint of question for permission over his motion as George held out his hand, waiting for a response, getting one almost immediately as Dream placed his own in the other's grasp as a show of complete consent and offering. George grinned in the most haughty manner as he clasped the other’s hand, pulling at him with a rough tug, clicking the cuff around Dream’s and effectively tying him to the bed as the metal snapped around his other wrist, the chain guided around a bar in the middle of the headboard, holding Dream firmly in place.

The metal clinked as Dream tested the cuffs, finding himself at George's mercy, and, at that discovery, he side-eyed the other and cautiously asked, “You have a key, right?”

George rolled his eyes as he slid off the edge of the bed, “Talk to me like I'm stupid again and I'll just so happen to ‘misplace’ them.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Dream pouted, not liking being abandoned when he was literally chained to a bed, eyes following the other as he moved towards the camera set-up. “And, I just wanted to make sure, geez, no need to be so touchy.”

“I'm just moving this for a better view of you,” George replied right before a jump cut in the video feed.

At the next shot, George was now back on the bed, fully unclothed, settling behind Dream with what he considered to be the perfect angle, showing off all the lacy fabric covering the other's skin quite nicely while giving the full view of Dream taking it from behind.

While readying his fingers with lube, George, of course, had to comment, “You look a little more prepared than usual,” he mused, sitting back on his heels as he got into position, “Have something inside you recently?”

“George,” Dream warned, forehead resting against the sheets as he tried to stay still, really not wanting to delve into their earlier activities, thinking them irrelevant.

“This morning didn't end with me on my knees, care to tell them why that is, Dream?”

Dream absolutely did not care to tell that particular piece of information, so he petulantly kept quiet, though, that only spurred the other on further.

“You would think already bottoming once would satisfy him but no, that just wasn't enough for Dream, always so greedy, aren't we?” George murmured, placing a hand on Dream's back to push him down, to make him know just how roughly he was going to take it today.

Dream whimpered pathetically at that foreshadowing and the words, his legs threatening to close in order to cover himself of his reaction if George wasn't in between, keeping them wide open.

“Well, I guess this means I can start with two right from the start, doesn't it?”

Dream hissed through his teeth as George did just that, pressing his fingers inside with a swift motion, making Dream jerk, gasping at the sudden stretch it caused.

George waited for a moment there, shoved in nice and deep into the other, not for Dream to adjust, but to tease, make him ask for more, exploit his desire.

Which only took a few moments before he spoke up.

“Why aren't you doing anyt- ah, ugh,” Dream choked, unable to finish his whine, panting at the pace the other set up relentlessly, one that with hardly any removal, George pressing in and out with quick, short thrusts, hand rapid as his fingers twisted, driving in deep, every press forcing noises past Dream's lips at the intensity without much room for recovery.

He spread out his fingers, finding them to part easily already, voice low as George smirked, “Not enough, huh, Dream? You want three, don't you? Even though we just started,” he sighed in admonishment.

Dream couldn't really answer properly in this state, a mess of noises, focusing more on catching his breath as he made some vague sound of acceptance to George's question, which he knew was just to tease him about his eagerness.

But, George was not satisfied with that sad excuse of a response, slamming harsh into Dream, so rough that it caused him to knock his head into the wooden headboard, which he actually didn't even register, too distracted by everything else to notice through his daze.

“Say it,” George demanded, hitting right at Dream's prostate to really get the point across, “Say you do.”

Dream squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth fell open, stumbling on his choppy sentence as he attempted to get his voice working again, “Yes, fuck, George, give me more.”

“That's what I like to hear,” George murmured, so kindly giving the other exactly what he asked for, driving three fingers inside of him, each time pulling them out so slow, until Dream started to push back into George, then roughly thrusting in, causing the other to whine pathetically.

Dream's body was lax, melting into the onslaught of George, but he tensed, freezing immediately as the other wrapped his hand around his dick.

“Hng, wha’ are you.. what are you doing?” Dream managed to get out as George stroked him nice and slow, his fingers matching that same pace after a moment.

“What?” George teased, rubbing his thumb over the tip, making Dream shudder, “You don't like it?”

“No, that's not, mm, it,” Dream replied breathlessly, “You're just, you're gonna get me, ah, off.”

“And, what's your issue with that?”

Dream shifted, burying his reddening face deeper into the sheets, mumbling, “You're supposed to fuck me.”

George grinned, leaning closer like he couldn't quite pick up what the other was saying, even though he and the audience clearly could, “Oh, what was that, Dream? Run that by me one more time, and make it a bit more desperate, I mean, if that's even possible.”

Dream huffed as he turned his face to the side away from the camera, shortly replying, “Do your fucking job, George.”

The other let out a displeased exhale, stopping all his movements entirely as he moved down, taking the edge of the thigh high between his teeth, pulling lightly at the fabric, snapping it back, which then made Dream moan, causing his neck to flush red in embarrassment.

George laughed, taking his hand away from the other's dick, leaving his fingers pressed inside as he mused, tilting his head to the side at these new discoveries of Dream's reactions.

He placed a palm over the other's hips, guiding Dream back, satisfied when that made him go in even deeper without George even having to move.

“Be a good boy and fuck yourself.”

Dream tried to defy, his handcuffs making distant noises as he moved his wrists to no avail, not wanting to give in as George stayed still, content to wait however long it took since they could cut that all out of the video if it went on for too long. This fact was the one that got Dream into action, since the end was inevitable even if he drew out the preamble.

After a quick internal curse at himself for causing this in the first place, but also at George for constantly being a goddamn little shit, Dream shifted backwards onto the other's fingers, a soft sigh spilling from his lips at the stimulation it gave him.

“Oh, so you can listen,” George said in feigned disbelief, helping Dream move back and forth, until the other was doing all of the movement, rocking becoming more hurried as Dream got closer to the edge.

Never enough, though, since George knew exactly how much Dream could take as he slowed down his hips and took back control, slamming Dream onto him one last time before pulling out his fingers entirely.

This method was fairly effective, as this made a desperate plea of, “Please,” to fall from Dream's lips.

“You're finally getting it!” George exclaimed in praise, his dick pressing in one quick thrust all the way inside Dream, properly protected and lubed up, of course, taking the other off guard, expecting to be teased for far longer.

“Ugh, George,” Dream whined, breaths heavy and voice strained at the sudden slam.

George hummed in satisfied contentment as he gripped Dream's waist, hands splayed out over the garter belt, pulling the other back at the same time he drove in, making Dream only able to gasp, eyes rolling back as he was finally fucked in his cute little outfit.

His hips snapped into Dream, George pushing against the other's back until his chest was flush to the bed, making Dream arch further, take more, as much as he possibly could.

The handcuffs and headboard clashed together at each motion, the slap of skin on skin picking up pace, Dream's stream of noises becoming more high pitched as George hit right where he needed to, drawing out a low groan from the other as he came, making an absolute mess of his new clothes.

Though, George wasn't as close as Dream was, so as he kept going, the other squirmed, gasps choked out as George continued to use him, pressing into oversensitivity.

As he reached the edge, and seeing how Dream already spilled over himself and the fabric, he pulled out, with much relief from the other as he went completely slack, George removing the condom and stroking himself roughly in his hand, finishing all over Dream's thigh highs.

They breathed and calmed, Dream grunting as he felt the results of George’s orgasm drip down his thighs.

Goddamn hot.

But, he couldn't focus on that right now, as he was still up on his knees and tied to the bed, Dream more inclined to the idea of being set free instead of getting turned on again, which he was somewhat successfully repressing.

Despite them being done, George made no move to unlock the cuffs, and was just running his hands over the unsullied areas of the stockings and garter belt, pulling at the fabric at random places and letting it snap back against Dream's skin.

“You should wear stuff like this more often,” George concluded, dipping his fingers just under the hem of the belt above Dream's stomach, a shiver running through his spine at the action.

“You can always buy it for me, I don't mind.”

George huffed out a breath as he removed his hands away from Dream. “You were supposed to forget about that,” he replied grumpily as he rummaged around for the key.

Dream breathed out an eased exhale as he was released, rubbing at his wrists, face scrunched slightly as he gingerly sat up, George's eyes immediately looking over the now tarnished outfit. “Oh, to let that slip my mind would be an awful shame, you know.”

He glanced down as George brushed a touch along his abdomen, chastising, “You definitely ruined this, that's the real shame.”

“It's not like you helped with that either,” Dream retorted, gesturing down to his cum covered thigh highs.

“Had to make a matching set.”

Dream laughed in exasperation, ”Idiot,” he glanced at the camera still recording, “And, that's it for today, thanks for the request, George loved it so much it's inspiring him to become my sugar daddy, so I'll always be grateful to you for that.”

George shook his head, like his online shopping cart wasn't filled to the brim with sex supplies as well as having been hiding a drawer of items that he believed Dream hadn't found about, but, in fact, he had and was anxiously waiting for George to finally reveal himself, which just so happened to be for this video.

“Until next time,” Dream said cheerily, waving the audience away.

Nice, the ending, the blank screen.

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Chapter 8: Streaming a Game with George: Live Now!

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The set up today looked… oddly familiar.

At least, it would be in this timeline, a certain guy being face revealed and all.

Dream was shown, sitting at his desk, in his chair, placed exactly like he was streaming a regular video. There was a box in the corner, indicating a game was going to be played in the background, though Dream took up the majority of the monitor instead of vice versa. Maybe this was a normal stream for once, how rare.

Wait, double check the channel?

Yep, it's the porn one. Carry on.

“I know what you guys are saying, but no, I'm not logged into the wrong account,” Dream began, with a grin that showed his ulterior motives, “There's a special addition for this video that makes it only suitable for this channel.”

With a few clicks, the previously blank box on the screen was now filled by what was really going on behind the scenes. George, on his knees, in between Dream's legs, ready for some inappropriate gaming incentive.

“Funny that this is what it takes to actually get you to stream for once,” George muttered, staring daggers at Dream who was running a patronizing hand through his hair, which he had earlier claimed wouldn't be allowed, “No touching.”

Dream smiled, tilting his head down, “Oh, we haven't even started yet, don't be like that. And, come on, I've probably streamed this year, right?”

George was cut off from his sentence of, “Only with my dick up your-” by Dream who pressed a thumb against his lips, silencing those completely unnecessary, yet true, words with his own breathless and amused, “Can't we be civil just this one time, George?”

“Don't see a reason why I should.”

Dream frowned exaggeratedly, running his hand from George's face down to his jaw, tugging the other harshly so he would look up at Dream. George's lips parted, his defiance fading slightly with the reproach in Dream's tone. “I'll give you a few, actually. Because I said so, because I'm in charge, because if you half-ass this then I'll win and I won't take any redos, no matter how much you beg me as I fuck the attitude out of you.”

George's face immediately went more serious, asking, “This is the video we're doing the bet on?”

“I told you this ages ago.”

George just scoffed, his eyes doing a quick roll as he settled back a little more, getting prepared for what was coming next, “Yeah, which is why I don't remember, probably wasn't even listening at the time, anyway. So, I just have to get you off before you beat the game?”

Dream gave him a look at that first comment, sighed, then replied, “As in many a video we have made with the same premise, yes, exactly.”

“I want to say this won't be hard, but..”

Dream let out a short laugh, shaking his head in exasperation. “I think the chances are obviously in my favor.”

His eyes snapped down, a hitch in his breath as George slid his hand up his thigh, taunting, “Didn't know a three minute speedrun was possible.”

“Ha, ha, George,” Dream murmured humorlessly, getting the game pulled up and ready on his own screen though it couldn't be seen on stream, just George deviously grinning for now, Dream continuing when he was fully in the conversation again, “I do think that would be more impressive on your part, since you can only use your mouth, no hands for me, no hands for you.”

“That's ridiculous,” George said in dissent, stopping his movements towards Dream's zipper to look up at the other, “I won't be able to do anything, even just getting you out of your pants. Do you want me to just lick you over your clothes or something?”

“I mean, you can definitely start there.”

“Dream,” George replied unamused.

The other laughed, still more focused on his computer than the one under his desk with the only job to suck him off. “It'll be a good intro.”

“Only if you let me use my hands for the rest of the video.”

Dream didn't want to just give in to that, as it would give George an unfair edge. “What about mostly mouth? Only using your hands as would be necessary.”

George sighed, all loud and exaggerated, like he wasn't already in favor to win this whole thing, but, like the gracious man he is, he conceded. “I'll see what I can do.”

“Good, now, get on with it,” Dream prompted, gesturing down to his lap, “I need you to perform your promised portion of the deal.”

“I never agreed to that.”

“Just do one with your mouth on me over my pants, please,” Dream pouted, pausing everything in order to lay into George, “Do it for me.”

“Why?”

“It makes you look desperate.”

George blew out a breath, turning his slightly heated face to the side, “That's not really convincing me, more so doing the opposite, actually.”

“If you do, that'll be your head start. I'm giving you an advantage here, everything you do over my clothes will be pro bono.”

George considered this proposition for a moment, then, as he enjoyed having the upper hand, licked over Dream, pressing down wetness onto the fabric.

He pulled off with a disparaging expression, tone completely unimpressed as he commented, “You're already hard, Dream, seriously?”

“We're literally about to begin, it makes sense for me to be all ready.”

George laughed, shaking his head in disagreement. “We haven't done anything yet, like, maybe I touched you a little bit, but I mean, you're looking quite eager here.”

Dream did not appreciate this. “I can shut you up right now. You wanna choke on those words?”

“That's more likely than me choking on your dick, so.”

Dream narrowed his eyes at the other's far too disobedient comments, challenge slicing through his tone as he spat, “Like you're even going to last long, you'll give up just like you did in the practice run, whining about how ‘it hurts my mouth because you're so big’, you remember that?”

George huffed, looking away as a clear indication Dream's statement was accurate, pouting at how he wasn't in the dominant position for once. “Fine then, if that's what you want, I won't go easy on you.”

Dream’s features smoothed out into an easy smile, getting exactly what he was trying to achieve with his comment. “Very well, George. All I wanted was for you to try.”

“You're going to regret this,” George muttered as he started to undo Dream's pants in a hurry so the other would be distracted and give him more time just to cheat his advantage.

Dream's eyes did stay fixed for a moment, but was far too aware of George's devious intentions, dragging in another tab that displayed his game, smaller and underneath the main attraction that was George sucking his dick.

“Is this ruining the sanctity of minecraft?”

George sighed since this meant they really had to begin as Dream was already starting his run through, grumbling, “If you already haven't, then definitely.”

“Low blow, George,” Dream murmured, grinning stupidly at the innuendo as the other rolled his eyes, pushing Dream's boxers down and away, exposing him out from the fabric.

George just looked at the dick in his hand for a moment, considering it, weighing his options on how to go about this whole ordeal. He leaned forward, able to feel Dream straining just a bit closer, body taut in a way that was clearly anticipating, a tremble just slightly running through him enough for only George to feel, which just made the temptation to tease far too appealing, despite their little wager.

So, George curiously licked once over the tip, looking down then up at Dream to see if there were any immediate results.

All he got was a questioning eyebrow and a breathy, incredulous, “What are you doing?”

George shrugged, repeating the same action again just a little more drawn out, pulling away with his answer with a, “Just seeing what you like.”

“I'm really into my dick hitting the back of your throat, if that helps.”

“Oddly, that doesn't at all,” George replied in exasperation, rubbing his thumb over Dream until it became sticky, George's amusement at the reaction wiped off his face as Dream brought up, “Less touching, more mouth.”

“You're so demanding.”

The other sighed, settling back into the chair more comfortably, “That's alright, keep messing around. I'm making a lot of progress while you're stalling.”

“Shit,” George breathed over Dream's dick, “How am I supposed to know how far you are in the game?”

“You have around twenty minutes left or so, still, I'd say you better get to work.”

George felt a tiny uptick in pressure, unsure if he could pull this off, especially as he didn't particularly try that hard in their trial run. Even so, to keep up his nonchalant confidence, he said, “I doubt I'll even need half that time,” before finally placing Dream inside his mouth, showing that he was more worried than he was letting on, which Dream caught immediately.

Finding a perfect stopping point while needing to wait anyway to smelt, Dream took this opportunity of George now wrapped around him by messing with the other.

He switched over to controlling the George cam in order to play around the settings, leaving his game abandoned in a cocky display to sit idle just so he could taunt George.

“Here, let me zoom in for that highly sought after pov angle that you love so much,” Dream teased, making the camera lens pull in nice and close to George with his lips around Dream's dick.

George's eyes flicked up in complete displeasure, going off of Dream just enough to grumble, “Fuck off.”

“Zoom in more, you say?”

The video feed was now almost ridiculously close, the frame not even getting George's nose fully in the shot, just him taking Dream nearly to the base, the tinge of a blush barely being able to be seen, but clearly there, George's embarrassment at such a pulled in view rivaling Dream's from their second upload to this channel.

“No one can even see, dumbass.”

“Oh,” Dream countered, “They have everything they need to see.”

George huffed, threatening, “Make the frame go back to how it was or I'll finish you right here, right now.”

Dream looked down at him in the utmost amusement, his voice of disbelief and provocation, “I'd love to see you try.”

George gave him a look that no one else could see and even with Dream's cockiness, he relented, pulling back the zoom until George was properly positioned.

From there, with the other keeping an easy pace, mostly just sitting there with Dream's dick in his mouth, jaw protesting from being stretched so much, having to merely cock warm while Dream continued the game, his happiness was nearing into giddy, commentating on his progress as if it was any other video and he didn't currently have George sat under his desk, giving him a blowjob.

“I'm doing so well on this run,” Dream gushed in his accomplishments, “I almost can't believe it. Everything has gone so perfectly well, maybe this handicap is actually a help, encouraging me to win this whole thing.”

George grumbled something around the other, words indistinguishable with his mouth so full.

Dream only smiled more from that response, surging on with his smug talk, “I'm already almost to the nether, full iron, just have to finish up with this portal. Maybe we should have picked a different game because I'm just absolutely destroying you. And, next video, this streak will continue because, oh, you don't even wanna know what I'm planning, I'll-”

Dream choked then, haughty grin erased from his features and replaced with a pinched, overwhelmed expression as George effectively shut him up and put him back into his place by sucking down hard, without any mercy, focusing right at the tip.

This caused Dream to careen straight into the lava, barely saving himself from immediate death with jerky, uncoordinated motions as George just wouldn't stop, making all the air press out of Dream's lungs, whines pulling from his throat and spilling into his voice.

“George,” he pleaded, one hand gripped on his thigh as he struggled not to grasp into George's hair, straining against the other as he attempted to buck up into the other's mouth, Dream absolutely writhing with sensitivity.

With a gasp, Dream pressed a palm against the other's forehead, pushing him off as George glared at the interruption.

“You're not allowed to do that.”

George's voice was scathing, disapproving of Dream's actions as the other was clearly close to the edge and stole the win right from under him.

Dream sucked in some desperate breaths, shaking his head until he could speak again, the oxygen completely knocked out of him from the sudden onslaught. “I didn't, you're not supposed to, fuck, just a sec.”

George just swiped his tongue over Dream in ignorance of the other's request, making the other groan, begging, “It's too much, please.”

With a roll of his eyes, George conceded, giving Dream a few precious seconds of a break, then said, “That's enough time, any more is blatant cheating.”

Dream inhaled sharply as the other enveloped him again, but thankfully went slower, aware of what he was doing and knowing he had to let Dream recover, even if he would never admit it.

“Not cheating,” Dream shakily replied after a few minutes, focusing on the game and getting into the nether that brought him back onto even ground, “I didn't stop you because I was close, you were just playing dirty and doing it so hard that it was starting to actually hurt.”

“Don't see why it's my fault you can't handle it,” George muttered softly, the tip of Dream's dick pressed against his lips.

Dream scoffed, clicking down with his mouse a little too forcefully, movements on the screen awkward as he tried to regain his bearings and get back to the game, sufficiently knocked down a peg and quite a few hearts down. “You're an idiot, I had to stop you from breaking the rules and my dick.”

“Whatever,” George mumbled, mostly muffled as he pressed Dream deeper in his mouth, distracting from his reddening face somewhat successfully, several minutes passing in which George half-heartedly sucked around the other, mouth stretched and voice scratchy from what had been pressing against his tongue and slowly back to his throat until he choked the entire time Dream was playing a stupid video game. How had his life gotten to this point again? Though George could have easily put in some actual work to lessen his sentence here, instead he just pouted, pulling off to complain, “My jaw hurts, this is taking too long.”

Dream breezily encouraged, spending this whole time traversing the nether while George was trying the lazy approach, which somewhat worked as any stimulation was at least stimulation, “Oh, come on, you're almost doing as well as me. This is already further than you got last time.”

George didn't really reply, attention on building up Dream slowly, grinning as every time he went down, the other's legs would press more intently into the arm rests, sighs falling from his lips as George licked long stripes up the other's dick, softly sucking that left Dream breathless, making the other unravel bit by bit.

Though, as George took this time to give himself a break, it was only letting Dream make a lot of progress in his run, gleefully celebrating as he said, a touch of tremble in his voice, “Yes! I've gotten all the blaze rods I need, just have to get back now. That was pretty quick, I still can't believe how lucky I've been.”

That wasn't a good sign for George, Dream was clearly on track to win, he had to up the ante, doing so by, as subtle as he could, furiously jacking off Dream, who noticed as soon as it started, if anyone would be surprised by that.

“Cheating again!” Dream gasped, getting dangerously close to the edge, hurriedly doing his own hacks, “I get to spawn some, ugh, stuff in, then.”

He quickly got some items that were basically guaranteeing his victory, spawning in a few ender pearls before George cut him off, cursing at his mistake, that it was only forwarding Dream in the game, huffing, “Okay, no more, I stopped.”

Dream did so, as he already got what he needed and halted George in his tracks at the same time, saving himself from losing just in time, even as his body protested, wanting to badly to give in and get off, but he refused, preserving instead, acting like a noble man that wasn't filming porn right now.

George actually had to take this seriously now, Dream on his way to the portal, beginning a constant start and stop, bobbing up and down, sucking with high intensity that left Dream with no choice but to gasp, messing up his game effectively. But, George eventually had to slow back down, the pace too much to keep up consistently, sitting there with Dream in his mouth and occasionally pulling off entirely to breathe, licking up the side of his dick tauntingly, which without fail would make Dream pause just to look down at him every single time, and right then George immediately would go back to the blowjob with vigor, rendering Dream immobile for a bit, hands getting more uncoordinated each time he got back into action.

Dream was in a continuous state of fidgeting, shifting around in his seat, trying to just get a little deeper into George's mouth, match the rhythm the other was making, thrust up, hips twitching and straining every time George sucked around him, the other holding him firmly in place to combat all this.

The game was evidently being played with much more difficulty, Dream falling into holes he usually wouldn't, almost drowning in the water as at that exact second he thought it was safe to swim, George decided to put in as much effort as he could, also Dream running into things and forgetting where he was going; basically, he was devolving quickly into a mess.

Any commentary came out as a stutter, sometimes abruptly stopping as he had to spend his energy getting air back into his lungs as George was relentless, keeping the rhythm unpredictable, getting Dream closer and closer each time.

The progress was all over the place, Dream's eyes losing focus as he ran around a little aimlessly, finding his mind again when George gave just a moment of calm, mouth parted as he finally stumbled upon the stronghold.

“I made it, I made it,” Dream breathed in the utmost relief, blindly traversing the many rooms and getting lost in every turn as all of his attention was pulling down to George and the mouth around his dick.

With a particularly rough thrust the other did down onto him, Dream couldn't help from throwing his head back in pleasure, legs desperate to spread farther as George continued to suck so hard in just the right place, whines falling in a stream from his lips, Dream's eyes screwed shut as he gripped onto the arm rests, panting heavily as George suddenly pulled off.

He looked down in a pout at the other, face all drawn up in frustration, not enjoying the stop of stimulation, George obviously getting cocky as Dream's state only kept falling swiftly into deterioration, knowing it was only a matter of time until Dream could physically no longer continue.

“Go on, get back to the game,” George scolded with a barely restrained grin, which only grew wider as Dream griped, blowing out a breath that showed he was hardly holding himself together.

George sucked and Dream’s eyes fluttered, his run just a few more moves away from being completely abandoned, hanging on by a thread at this point.

Somehow, he happened upon the portal room, aware that the next part will be the most difficult to traverse, especially at how far gone he already was. Dream froze as George's hands curved up over his hips, sliding up slightly until they rested on Dream's waist, bunching up his shirt in the process.

Dream could only make the most pathetic noise at that as he placed the eyes into their designated spots.

He didn't get to go on, a groan pulling from his chest as George sucked and stroked him until Dream’s forehead was pressed down against the desk, struggling to breathe and make any other noises besides gasps and whimpers.

George drove a palm against the other's chest, pushing Dream up as his eyes rolled back, chin lifting up in a way that exposed his neck, his arms pulled taut as he attempted to keep himself from lacing his hand into George's hair and shoving him down onto his dick.

Dream weakly continued, only able to get through the end portal before everything all came crashing down, exhaling a long breath as he finally gave in, just incapable of taking anything more.

His eyes shut as he gasped, falling into temptation and clutching a hand into George's hair, pressing up into the other's mouth and making tears spring up in George's eyes as he choked slightly, startled when Dream suddenly tugged him back, making George pull off, mouth parted, trying to catch his breath as Dream finished on his face, effectively losing the bet as he also died on screen, how poetic.

George was a little put off by the cum over his face, but conceded to the fact Dream did tell him about this before and he had agreed to this if the other didn't make it, at least having a nice facial that the audience had been requesting would be an acceptable appeasement for the loser.

After a few moments of George letting Dream bask in the image of his face now a mess, he wiped it off with the back of his palm, looked around for a place to remove it from his hand, landing on getting the cum off on Dream's pants.

A smile grew on his face as Dream's melted into trepidation.

George, drawing out his words in arrogance, taunted, “Yeah, sure, I'll let you have this, as, in the next video, I get to use you however I want, however long I want, and you just have to take it.”

Dream was resigned to his fate, momentarily forgetting about the premise of the video because he just wanted to get off and nothing else could really matter at the time, sighing, “Ah, well, I just better hope this blowjob was worth whatever torture you're planning.”

Though, he honestly should have been more worried if the look on George's face was anything to go by, the other's evil, devious intentions the only thoughts in his mind, making sure Dream was going to pay his dues.

Or, really, George's past actions should have definitely told Dream whatever the other was planning to subject him to was going to be pushing his limits in the most excruciating way possible.

And, that was exactly what George was concocting.

“I did say you'd regret this.”

“Maybe I shouldn't have provoked you. But, anyway, thanks for watching this edition of trying to beat minecraft before whatever challenge, I guess we'll have a special video next time that will be led by George,” Dream warily glanced down as the other laughed, “Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.”

“Oh, shut up,” George murmured, a glint in his eye that told Dream's reservations were exactly what was going to come to pass, “You did this to yourself by sucking at your job.”

“I'm pretty sure you were the one doing the sucking part.”

George shook his head playfully, Dream swallowing in nervous anticipation as the other said, “Wish him luck. He'll need it.”

Dream cut off the stream there, clearly attempting to negotiate with George over this whole bet situation, leaving us on a cliffhanger of whenever this promised upload was going to be, their channel far too sporadic, only being able to wait to see the results of their wager.

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Chapter 9: Fuckathon: Live Now!

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There they were, sitting on the bed, well, really, where else would they possibly be starting a video on this specific channel and all, dressed in next to nothing, George doing the introduction for once as this was his winning he had earned, flashing a grin while Dream eyed the other with wariness.

“I think you can tell from the title what this is going to be.”

A quick glance up to the title of this video commenced, following George's prompt, the phrasing beginning to give one a reasonable amount of information to put two and two together, viewers arriving at the conclusion that this would be a nsfw version of a subathon.

And they would be correct in that assumption.

“I'm pretty sure this will be the first of its kind,” Dream added, “And, with George in charge, hopefully the last.”

“Aw,” the other teased, glancing over at Dream with a wicked grin, “Maybe you should have thought of that before you lost the bet, or, perhaps, you did it purposefully? Is that right, Dream? Are you just dying to give out as much bottom Dream content as possible? I'd believe it.”

Dream sighed wistfully, looking off in the distance like he was trying to scrounge up a long forgotten memory, “Can I even remember the last time I topped at this point?”

“If I can help it, with the audience on my side as they always are, we can make it happen so you'll never experience being top again,” George replied, making Dream scowl at him.

“No,” he said full of reproach, absolutely disagreeing because this was a couple’s channel, er, a couple of friends or partners or whatever, turned pornstars, the terminology was besides the point, they made the decisions together, and Dream had to reinforce that point, “We promised to be switches, not to have assigned roles. That means no matter what, I'm topping in the next upload since you've taken the last few.”

George shrugged with a soft smile and a raised brow, breathing out, “Okay, I mean, it just depends on what's requested, we have no control over what the people want.”

“Just when did you become this patron of our viewers?”

“I think right around the time they demanded me to do whatever I wanted to you.”

Dream blew out a breath. “Well, I guess that tracks. And, even if I’m really apprehensive about what's in store for me today, of which I hardly know nothing about, maybe we should get started.”

George pointed his thumb over in a playful gesture, exaggerating his amusement in catching the other so obviously lacking, “Are you hearing this? He's literally begging to get on with this, pleading to begin. Didn't expect this, but it's a welcome surprise nonetheless.”

Dream leaned his forehead down slightly, resting it against his hand in slight strain to his nerves, so high strung in the anticipation for this whole ordeal, always getting an uneasy feeling when he looked at George's evil face as he wickedly smirked, telling Dream about the general outline of the stream, setting things up, and just general mischievousness that only meant one thing: nothing good. George was fairly well known for abusing his power, this instance would surely be no different.

And, yes, as much as Dream was absolutely kicking himself for not taking the wager more seriously, he just couldn't help his excitement, a word of which he wouldn't dare breathe to George, because, honestly, Dream knew was going to enjoy this.

Didn't mean he had to make it that easy for the other, as, no matter what claims George would make, Dream was not easy. At least, he didn't used to be. It's just lately..

Okay, the middle of a porn stream was not the time for deep contemplation on the complicated issue that was their relationship, that was still, in fact, developing. In what way exactly? If only literally anyone knew, especially the two actually involved.

Now, moving on from Dream's growing internal crisis and onto George's devilish little plan he had been cooking up for many weeks, having the thought brewing even before they did their bet, just laying in wait, ready to strike whenever Dream showed any sign of weakness and was willing for George to take complete control.

It was time for it to all come to fruition.

“Well, since Dream is anxious to get this started,” George rubbed his hands together in glee, “I'll just give a quick rundown of how I specifically set up the video.”

Dream only shook his head as the other continued, “There's several sub goals basically, some easier to reach than others, and when we do hit them, the next will begin. So, the viewers will determine the pace, I made all the objectives, and Dream, lucky man he is, will get to do everything that we have directed for him.”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Dream muttered, quickly swallowing down any resistance when George sharply turned over to face him, eyes narrowed, face set with reproach, speaking slowly and firm to remind, “You are only allowed to happily obey.”

Dream's breath caught, knowing he did swear to comply to all of the other's rules, able to only get out a quiet, “Right, sorry,” as George crowded closer, his voice filled with disappointment, tsking, “I was going to start us off with a kiss, but you clearly don't deserve it.”

Anything he could have said, either in appeasement, disagreement, or urgency to rectify, were all cut off as Dream was shoved down to the bed, George climbing over him and pressing him further into the mattress with heavy palms against his shoulders. Then, a bite stung into his skin, a gasp pushed from his lungs as Dream felt George roll his hips down along with the harsh mark being made on his neck, hands gripping quickly onto George's waist.

Teeth scraped viciously over the more delicate expanse of Dream's skin, George only pulling away when he was satisfied the bruise would stain the previously untainted complexion, a smile coming through in his tone as George taunted, whispering in Dream's ear, “I want to make sure you remember this, everytime you look in the mirror, see the bruises I left on you, never able to forget about your shameful defeat against me.”

Dream's shudder was audible, his eyes fluttering closed as George ground down one last time, making sure to draw it out, then pulled away entirely, leaving Dream with heaving breaths, a mark blooming over his neck, and a clear tent in his boxers, his hands clenching down into the sheets in order to keep himself from reaching out for the other, knowing that would only get him scolded.

Being good would just make things easier for him, right?

That's all he could hope for, Dream nodding down at the other whose hands were on the band of his underwear, indicating he was prepared and ready, showing the strength of which only the bravest man could possess by letting the menace that was George use his body to his own discretion.

He watched as his boxers were literally ripped off, eyes following them being tossed to the floor, turning back to face George who was grinning with devious intent, sitting back on his heels before Dream's prone form, lightly touching the other's calf as he softly commanded, “Spread your legs open for me, won't you, Dream?”

He had closed them on instinct when George had fully exposed him, drawing his knees together with his feet planted up, giving Dream some slight privacy from the other, and the audience watching this, of course, but he could only really see one pair of eyes at the moment, of which were dark and insistent, waiting for Dream to give into what he wanted.

With a blush across his features, Dream let his legs fall open, giving an access and view to all in attendance of his dick pressing against his stomach, needy and leaking, a flush spreading down his chest, eyes stubbornly cast away as he suppressed the shyness crawling up his throat, making his knees curve inwards just a touch.

Dream waited, lifting himself up on his elbows slightly, ready to turn over at the other's surely upcoming direction.

So, he was a little surprised, seeing as George merely scooted closer, positioning himself in between the space Dream made for him, having expected the other to make him go on his hands and knees, a more embarrassing display that Dream was certain George would have demanded.

Instead, he could just lay back, watching as the other fingered him open, face present in the frame, everyone getting to see his reactions there and from the hard on he had already gained, Dream unable to do anything to cover himself and-

Oh.

Yeah, that made a lot of sense. George was doing this on purpose, again, exhibiting Dream in a clear show of power. And, yes, he was getting a bit turned on by that.

Dream's frustrations at himself, for constantly giving the other control lately, and feeling less and less shameful at the defeat, all came out in a huff, muttering, mostly under his breath, “This is such bullshit,” immediately regretting the hasty words as soon as they fell from his mouth, wincing at the other's expression, clearly intent on, in Dream's own words, ‘fucking the attitude out of him’.

George sighed in disapproval, displeasure in Dream's opposition lacing through his tone, “For that, I'm gonna need you to give me your hands, Dream.”

He was really doing this to himself at this point, and maybe he was a glutton for punishment, Dream fully aware any dissent would only lead to more hardship for him, but doing it anyway. Yeah, George was correct when he said Dream could never keep his mouth shut.

In order to bring back some amendment, Dream did as he was told, handing himself over, wrists placed into George's awaiting palms.

“Arch your back up a bit, yes, good,” George breathed light praise after his direction, the corner of his mouth tugging up as Dream's dick twitched in interest to the phrase, lifting himself up at the other's request, even as he was confused as to the reason why.

George tucked the given hands underneath Dream's back, pressing down against his stomach until his weight was settled down on top of them, trapping his hands with his own body.

“I'm sorry to say you lost any touching privileges,” George expressed with exaggerated sorrow, “If you keep this up, I can always bring out the cuffs. Is that what you want, Dream?”

He shifted slightly, positioning the hands into the most comfortable position they could be in, ignoring the thrum of his pulse, a sharp uptick in his veins at the proposition, refusing to let himself be at George's mercy even if he kind of liked the idea of it, the determined set of his tone undermined somewhat by the tremble in his voice as he stated breathlessly, “No, I'll.. be good.”

“I know you're trying to get more praise out of me, I can tell,” George teased as he acquired the bottle of lube necessary for the next step of this process, “But, you know, it's sorta working, I have to admit. With you submitting to me and all.”

Dream let out a small exhale in disagreement, “I'm just trying to lose gracefully. I promised to be accommodating, like you would have if I won instead, that's all.”

“Sure,” George murmured, sliding a taunting finger down against Dream, making the other pull his lip between his teeth at the touch, “I believe you, Dream. It's okay, I'll give you what you want,” he pressed a finger inside at the same time he purred, “Such a good boy for me.”

Dream really couldn't help his reaction, the sigh that pulled from his chest, his chin tipping back while his eyes strained to see what was happening in a simultaneous contradiction, how his legs spread out even further in an indecent display of heedy lust, not caring as much as he should about his responsiveness because it had just been so long since they had done any praise as Dream wasn't too keen on asking for it as that only allowed George more evidence on how down bad he was for him.

It didn't bother Dream before, as, in the earlier stages, that statement didn't hit too close to home as it did now.

So, he just had to hold out hope that George would be generous and give out the approval of his own accord. And, Dream was indeed rewarded eventually, and on stream as well, recorded forever to rewatch.

His thoughts were interrupted by more movement from the other, George watching his finger disappear in and out of Dream for a moment, clarifying what would happen next with, “The sub goals will start soon, which means we'll stay on the prep until we reach the first one. So, decide how long you want to make Dream wait.”

The general impatience of his viewers made Dream complacent, finding it without difficulty to lay and let George stretch him, sure it would be soon enough, that he should enjoy the easy pace that was set, Dream knowing the other was going to fuck him out completely after this.

That was fine, until minutes turned into a full hour.

The ten minute mark passed with George having three fingers pressed inside Dream, working quickly to prepare the other, left with a copious amount of time just to tease and edge him.

Dream waited, straining to hear the sound that indicated they met the requirements necessary to push forward, instead receiving a curl of George's fingers that pressed right against his prostate, rubbing down until Dream's hips jerked, the pressure immediately pulled away until he calmed, George starting the process over and over again.

At around thirty minutes, Dream was pretty far gone, a mess of pants and whimpers as the other just slowly circled and teased, never picking up the pace in the slightest and not even creating a rhythm, simply keeping his fingers in deep to keep Dream right on the brink of release, just never quite enough to get off.

Dream sucked in long needed breaths as George paused his movements, just barely opening his eyes in time to see as the other swiftly leaned his head down, the sensitive flesh of Dream's inner thigh between his teeth in an instant.

His head slammed back, mouth parted, face screwed up as that sense of mingled pain and pleasure shot through his body, a high pitched whine rolling off his tongue, feeling as his legs trembled, enough that George had to bring his free hand up to hold Dream steady, the sharp bite digging redness into the other's skin.

Dream bucked up into George's mouth when he quickly slammed his fingers into him with one swift motion, Dream's eyes rolling in the back of his head as George sucked roughly into his thigh, pressing his teeth down until he was sure the indents would be clearly visible.

“Found something I can do to pass the time,” George murmured, making Dream whimper as he dove back down, taking advantage of the easily bruised skin laid out in front of him by placing as many marks as he could manage over Dream, sporadically thrusting right against the spot inside the other, grinning as he licked over the darkening stain as Dream rapidly fell apart to the onslaught of vicious teeth and relentless suction and the flat of George's tongue that was supposed to soothe but only made Dream grow hotter, devolving into a mess as George greedily devoured him.

Forty-five hit the clock, Dream's voice was raw and rough from the noises George kept forcing from him, tears stinging in his eyes as his prostate was abused, aching and edged with no mercy, George bruising his thighs until Dream didn't know when they would ever fade, didn't know if he wanted them to; begs and pleads spilling ceaselessly from his panting mouth, hair sticking slick to his forehead as Dream was pushed into desperation.

Haa, George,” Dream whined, hips trying to press down into the fingers that were slow moving but he really was getting nowhere, feet adjusting uselessly as he attempted to gain better purchase, frustration wearing down on him when absolutely nothing changed except George pulling his mouth off of Dream with a sharp sigh, muttering, “You're so noisy.”

Dream tossed his head to the side, not really hearing the other or not really caring, gasping out, “Please, let's just, ah, move on, George. Fuck me, please.”

“No,” he replied, strict and unrelenting, “That's not how this works, so be quiet.”

Dream's words were muddled, rendered incapable of any coherent speech as George quickly moved his fingers in and out of the other in a consistent pace, meant to shut Dream up but it only made his noises increase, writhing as he sobbed and whined brokenly, to which George just rolled his eyes.

Without letting up, the constant press inside Dream causing the other to open his legs just to get more, George moved upward, slamming a hand over the other's mouth to make him stop with all the unnecessary sounds.

Dream cracked his eyes open, breathing labored as he was muffled, looking down at George watching himself finger Dream, then he flicked his gaze up to the other, speaking reproachfully, “You need to be patient, Dream. Just wait until we reach the goal.”

The groan of protest was stifled, Dream's body arching up as George slammed into him one last time, making sure to not go too far as to let the other finish too soon, oh of course not, that would be such a shame, a waste. He removed his hand when Dream had calmed sufficiently, the whine that fell immediately from his mouth as soon as he was released was cut off with a sharp look from George, Dream's face turning into a pout.

Though that expression didn't last long as George brought himself up, knees planted on either side of Dream's hips, hovering above the one beneath him until the other swallowed thickly, sliding his mouth against Dream's neck to give him the same attention as his thighs.

At the hour fully passing by, Dream struggled against George, who was currently biting his chest until his nipple became as red and puffy as the other, his free hand on Dream's waist, keeping him down so harshly it would definitely leave imprints of his fingers on his skin; Dream couldn't take anymore, this was getting ridiculous.

“Please,” he begged for the innumerable time in the past ten minutes, eyes screwed shut as George's teeth scraped against him, “Please, I just, hng, can you let us continue? I need it, ugh, so bad, George.”

The other didn't answer, merely lavished more administrations over Dream, so he kept rambling, “Maybe we missed it? Right? That's, ah oh fuck, that's possible. Please, just check. I can't, I can't- please.”

George huffed at the interruption, pulling off to look over Dream, completely unimpressed as the other squirmed, repeating, “No more, no more, please,” until George finally relented.

He stood up, quickly walking over to the set up off screen, a slight wobble in his step, checking over if they did miss anything. A few moments passed with Dream laying there in full view, absolutely littered in hickeys, breath choppy as he tried to regain some composure, disobedient thoughts about touching himself starting to form in his mind dissipated when the other spoke up.

“Uh, I think I found the problem,” George said, a slight edge of apology to his tone, “Looks like I didn't actually turn on the goals, oops.”

Dream let this information wash over him, disbelief covering his voice as he exhaled, “Are you serious?”

George walked back over to the bed, replying, “Well, I turned it on now, so it's fine.”

An hour. Dream had to go through being edged, painstakingly, slowly edged for an hour, and it was completely unnecessary that whole time. He narrowed his eyes as George, not trusting for a second that feigned innocent expression, just certain the other planned this, at least to some degree. How does it just happen to slip his mind to not start the thing needed for the whole premise of the stream? No, George was messing with him.

The desperation, frustration, and indignation all came out at once, Dream pushed deliriously close, teased and played with that made him spit out, “You fucking asshole. You did this on purpose. I should have checked myself, but I didn't, like a goddamn idiot, putting my faith in the likes of you.”

Dream was staring daggers at George, opening his mouth to rip into him further, shutting up immediately when the other pulled out a gag, Dream remembering his place, that he had no power here, unless he asked to have this all come to a full stop, that was always allowed, of course. He just didn't want to do this again another time and at least now they were getting somewhere.

“That's what I thought,” George grinned at Dream's silence, “But, I'll let you off easy this time, just because I'm nice. And, well, maybe your accusations aren't exactly wrong, per se.”

Dream bristled at that, cursing himself for not expecting this, really. Though, before he could say anything, George stated, setting the gag to the side, “But, still. One more defiant word out of your mouth and you lose all that freedom for the rest of the video, Dream.”

Dream huffed, though both of their attention was turned over to the ding that came from the computer, indicating that only after a minute or so of starting their goals, they had reached it.

George settled next to Dream, pulling him up, sweetly saying, “There, you got what you wanted, now we're moving on.”

Honestly, Dream couldn't even be that upset, breathing out a sigh of relief as at least he would get off now, completely fine as George directed him into his lap, Dream made to ride the other.

George didn't offer to help him in any way, so Dream lined the other up, pressing down until George was driven all the way inside of him, filling up what felt empty when George removed his fingers, a satisfaction that made Dream exhale, eyes heavy as he planted his hands on George's shoulders, rocking down with a whispered breath of, “Finally.”

The slow beginning became a fast snapping of hips, Dream driving himself down in pants, the urgency flooding in at full force as he hit down on the spot inside of him, groaning as George thumbed at his slit, daze settling in as the neared the edge, whining when the other stopped him entirely, pointing out they had already reached the next objective.

Dream couldn't stop himself from rolling his hips down, so close, so deliciously close but held back by George, scowling as the other pulled out something he definitely didn't want to see.

George slid the cock ring on as Dream just looked down at himself in defeat, hot tears pricking in his eyes, whining, “When did you even get that?”

“I hid it so you wouldn't expect it.”

Dream grumbled something as he planted his forehead onto George's shoulder, thrusting down uselessly into the other, frustrated at his orgasm denial.

The pressure around him only built up his arousal, hips growing erratic, futile in trying to get himself off, slamming down so hard that didn't bring him any sort of relief, just made him more pent up and aching, nails digging into the other's skin, Dream right at the edge but unable to get enough to tip himself over it.

Wetness squeezed out of his eyes, finding himself begging, barely able to hear his own words, pressing hot kisses against George's neck, whines covering his throat, Dream's tongue and tears dampening his skin, hands insistent over George, asking only for more, just a little more.

Then, interrupting his babbling of desire, George removed his palms that were on the other's waist, sliding up until they grasped his face, pulling him up and crashing them together into a hot, messy kiss, surprising Dream enough that his eyes were wide open, streaks falling down his cheeks as George consume him in needy want, one hand clutching into Dream's hair, a moan of release reverterbrating into the other's mouth as George finished, resting their foreheads together with Dream's face flushed a burning red at their unexpected connection.

He was easily distracted by George's breathless words of, “If you get me hard again, I'll take off the ring, okay?”

Dream nodded vigorously in agreement, straight away pushing down onto George, who winced at the overstimulation, making the other pause for just a moment, kissing him in appeasement for having to wait, Dream melting into the tenderness George was pouring into it.

He almost didn't want to do anything else as George pulled away, inhaling long and slow, releasing it with an, “Alright, you can move now,” hands back over Dream's waist in order to help and guide.

One thrust was enough to get Dream right into action, all focus narrowed on his only objective: to get off. Fairly quickly, George was back up, pressing right where Dream wanted him to be, gasping, “Please, I did what you, ah, asked. Lemme cum, wanna cum.”

George conceded, removing the ring restricting Dream, watching in amusement as Dream immediately came, finishing with one slam down onto George, making a mess of both of their stomachs, vision blurring as he groaned in long awaited relief.

Too soon, he was brought back into reality by George's voice, saying something he couldn't quite understand, blinking his eyes open as the other insisted, “Go again, we hit the next goal, so that means you have to get yourself off another time.”

Dream's mouth fell open, still dizzy from all the stimulation, sure he would at least get a minute to breathe, a cry pushed out of his lips as he looked down, seeing that George was moving Dream, fucking him onto his dick, sensitivity making him shudder, a choked, “Seriously?” the only thing Dream was capable of uttering.

George nodded in reply, “Keep riding me until you cum.”

Dream, as sensitive as he was, complied, feeling as the alleviation of finally getting to orgasm after being denied for so long was now sinking into overstimulation as he ground down onto George's dick, groaning as it hit right into that spot inside of him, making him jerk to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, which only made him drive down harder into it.

It was a lot, but he could take it, Dream going in slow motions, thinking George will let him take this easy, but, as always with the other, he only tormented Dream further by roughly jerking him off.

He was shaky, unsteady in every perceivable way as Dream finished a second time, an ache settling in at not getting a second to recover, slumping his head down as George said, “You can't stop, come on, one more time, that's the next goal we just got.”

Dream could only be described as an absolute mess, evident in the stickiness clinging to his skin, blotches of red and purple doused over his body, bite marks sunk deeply into his neck, pushed so far in his limits, dick reluctantly responding to the attention slammed into his sensitive, abused prostate.

George, not in any world being helpful nor merciful, taunted, “Oh, what, Dream? You were begging to cum not so long ago and now you can't take it?”

Dream whimpered pathetically as George flicked the head of his dick tsking, “Look what a slut you are, getting excited just to be used over and over again. Insatiable little boy.”

The words made Dream fully hard again, pressing against his stomach in an eager display of desire.

This was not lost on George, who immediately pointed it out. “You like that, huh? Go faster then, if you're gonna be a greedy whore,” he said, a soft bite over his tone, “You can never get enough, can you? Wanna fuck yourself until you can't anymore, is that it?”

Dream's skin was flushed in red, hands planted down on the bed, body curled closer to George, forehead right near the other's chest, not able to give any reply in his state, gasping at how overwhelming the stimulation was, the sensations the only thing he could think, tears spilling from his eyes as George never once let up, making sure to angle them to hit Dream nice and deep at each and every thrust.

George slammed up into him, handling Dream so roughly and he just took it all, letting the other have his way with him until George finished again, hand wrapping around Dream to make him follow soon after.

Thankfully, they slowed. Though, George didn't let Dream go anywhere, keeping him to sit on his dick, every slight shift of their bodies making Dream whimper, strung out and trembling as he just cock warmed George.

The other was certainly pleased by how this was going, running his hands all over Dream's back, sliding up over his neck, tugging at his hair, all with a satisfied smile playing over his lips, feeling the heat of the other's skin against his fingertips, watching Dream desperately pull air back into his lungs.

His gaze flicked over to the screen when the sound rang through the room, George turning back to the other with a grin as he asked, “Do you wanna know what the final goal is that we just reached?”

Dream halted his lazy thrusts, beginning again on instinct, believing that was what George wanted from him, so exhausted from his multiple orgasms and not sure how much he can even handle beyond this, but appeased somewhat that they got to the last objective.

“What is it?”

George’s energy was renewed, excitedly saying, “I didn't think we would actually get this far. I put this as, like, an insanely high goal.” Dream’s gaze followed George's movements, who reached over and pulled out the vibrator they got in their first package video.

Dream sighed, warily questioning George, “What are you gonna do to me now?”

The other slid his free hand down until he was underneath Dream, running a finger to where the other was spread open for him, making Dream freeze in place, eyes wide as he grew hard for what he considered to be an impossible time as George murmured a teasing, “Double penetration.”

“Are we- are we actually?” Dream asked in complete bewilderment.

“Yeah,” George shrugged, “Thought I would give you a reward for all this.”

Dream's eagerness was obvious with the proposition, the hesitancy erased from him all at once, making George laugh, “You sure bounce back quick when this is put on the table, huh?”

That made Dream turn a little sheepish, knowing full well how he looked right now, blush tinting his face as he mumbled, “Shut up.”

George grinned, and, before he started anything, he pressed a kiss to the corner of Dream's mouth, asking for permission in a hushed whisper, waiting until the other nodded.

Only now they could begin.

It was very slow, though, George’s finger just teasing over Dream without entering for a few taunted moments, sliding them in alongside his dick in the other when Dream huffed.

Even as he was given what he wanted, Dream quickly got impatient, resulting in more degrading words from George, “You know you came so many times, right? Now, with the thought of having two dicks inside of you is enough to make you restless, itching for more.”

With so much happening, Dream's tongue became loose, accidentally admitting in a whine, “I told you how much I wanted it and you didn't let it happen last time and I just-”

He abruptly cut himself off in embarrassment, ducking his head down as they were, in fact, currently live to thousands of people and he just said that with no regard.

George absolutely did not let the other off the hook, doubling down on the other's spilled statement by revealing, “Dream wouldn't stop going on and on about how we should do it, that this had been requested so many times after that one earlier video and I kept refusing until I got something out of him. Dream said it was something he wanted to try and would be willing to do it even off camera. But, and I quote, ‘on camera would be preferred for certain personal purposes’.”

Dream whimpered as he was exposed and at George spreading him open wider, the other insisting, “Why do you want it so bad, Dream?”

Being so far gone, he really couldn't help himself from responding to the question, face pressed into George's chest as he confessed, “I just wanna, erg, be filled. Stretched until I can't, hng, take any more. Be so stuffed full with, nng, George.”

“Wait,” the other said, pausing his movements, “Is this something you started wanted only after we started fucking?”

Dream tried to give an answer, stuttering and stumbling over his words, failing to respond as he was solely concentrated by George pressing the toy inside of him.

He was given some time to adjust, sucking in desperate breaths at being forced so wide open. Then, Dream's head whipped back, a strangled moan falling out in a long, broken stream when George turned on the vibrator and just started completely pounding into Dream.

He was all sobs and gasps, chest heaving as George pushed him down onto his back, spreading his legs out and up until Dream's knees rested in the crook of George's elbows.

Breathless but not wanting to give up on the subject, George asked the other getting railed, “So, would you want two guys as well? You know, we can, mm, we can make that happen.”

Dream's replied was hurried, rushing as he stated, “No, I'm, ughh, I'm fine with just, ah fuck, just this, just you.”

George had a slight edge of confusion, imploring further, “But, before, you said that was something we could consider-”

Dream cut him off, shakily stating, “I know, but that's just, mmf, not really what I want anymore.”

The conversation they were having in the middle of sex discontinued there, Dream panting as he tipped over the edge, writhing wildly, waiting for George to turn off the vibrator, but the other just didn't, instead asking, “Should we go one more round, Dream?”

He struggled for a second to reply, literally unable to utter a single word in agreement or otherwise, arching his back with a cry when George pushed the toy in deeper, tears sliding down over his face as Dream begged, “No more, please.”

George finally relented, taking mercy as he and the vibrator were removed from Dream.

The other was just slumped down on the bed, completely spent and pretty much out for the count, whiny and petulant as George pulled him up into a sitting position, tugging on Dream's arms until he was at the edge of the bed.

“Get up,” George urged, intending to guide the other over to the wall mirror, Dream looking up at George in displeasure at the direction, “Last thing, I swear. I just, you have to see how you look right now, before you pass out.”

Dream was unsteady on his feet, blindly going along as his brain was filled to the brim with fuzz, held up almost entirely by George, Dream leaning on the other as he raked his eyes over his disaster of his form reflected back at him.

It was obscene, marks of cum and bruises, either pressed into his skin from George's teeth or the insistent pads of his fingers over Dream's waist and hips, defiling him in every way possible, sure to never forget this particular day long after all the spots had faded from his body.

Dream flushed a deep, dark red looking at this scene, quickly taking in the roughly pulled hair, kiss bitten lips, and wide, blown out pupils that made him look a wreck before his hands were up, covering his face in hot humiliation, a trembling exhale passing from his lips as he flopped back down onto the bed, bringing George along with him who sat up, fairly effectively hiding Dream from view in their positioning.

George pressed a finger against a purple bruise that covered Dream's thigh, the other hissing through his teeth at the feeling.

Running a hand through his hair, soothing Dream from all he put him through, George laughed, joking, or, at least, Dream thought he better be joking, as he amusedly said, “Aw, looks like my bottom needs some more practice on taking some fucking, doesn't he?”

Dream did not find this humorous at all, spitting out, “We're going on a top Dream arc after this, I fucking swear.”

“I guess we'll see.”

But, Dream was not deterred, set and determined as he pushed at George until he got up, walking over to end the stream. He wasn't going to let this bullshit Dream bottom supremacy go on for any longer.

So, now, as the video feed cut off, we're left with only one option, rewatch the video in the same way Dream was going to do, given the button of:

 

[Playback Stream?]

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Notes:

requested by: LikeFeverDreams

Chapter 10: Burn and Melt (Me): Watch Now!

Notes:

A warning: this chapter contains ice/temperature play which could be potentially dangerous if done incorrectly, not using proper materials and/or practices

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The recording began with quite a scene, eyes flitting over the screen to take it all in, truly absorbing all the information so freely given. First, clearly the most attention grabbing element shown in the frame, one must scan over George, already undressed and laying back on the bed, silk ties wrapped around his wrists that rested above his head, and, to top it all off, a matching tie was placed over his eyes, blindfolding George to all that would be done to him.

And, that very person who was going to perform such things was there, Dream, on his top arc, you know what, good for him, was sitting next to George, fading hickeys still present over his neck, indicating the ones over the rest of his body were present as well, but they were unseen, as with Dream being fully clothed and all, letting all concentration stay where it should be, raking over George's form.

Next, and the most out of place items for this video, was all the various supplies that were set off to the side, including bowls and cups and even a candle, as well as other objects that were positioned on the bed itself, bottles and a vaguely phallic shaped device that could really only be one thing, all giving Dream a variety of tools at his disposal to use on George.

Unable to see the other's actions, at just a single slide of Dream's finger up over his chest, George's breath hitched, shifting a bit as the other grinned down at him for the reaction, beginning things today with Dream saying, “It's finally my turn now, I just get to play with my toy however I please for this entire video.”

George scoffed, but it was rather shaky, though he had to surge on in order to argue back, of course, his protest not having a hint of bite to it as he retorted, “Don't call me that, idiot.”

“Really?” Dream murmured, sharply pressing his thumb into George's nipple, earning a hiss for the motion, “Then if you're not my toy, why are you so fun to mess with? What else would you be if you're just here for my own entertainment?”

George opened his mouth in dissent, only able to get out a choked, “Oh,” as Dream roughly grabbed his dick, which was already hard from whatever they had been doing off camera before the recording started, George lifting his head to see below him, dropping it right back down in frustration when he remembered he, in fact, couldn't see.

Dream just held the other in his hand, which made George bristle, knowing the other was going to be this way the whole time, getting all the recompensation for what he had put Dream through the past several weeks, which, maybe he could admit, within reason, he did deserve this somewhat.

But, George being who he was, that being a brat and refusing to ever say anything was his own fault, stubborn always to the end, starting a rebuttal with, “You should show me some respect here, for even allowing this in the first place you know I-”

Dream, amused with the other's little display of authority, of which he had nothing of in their current situation, cut George off with the swipe of his tongue over the tip of his dick, Dream taking away the other's words along with the wetness that leaked from George's obvious excitement, as even if he tried to hide it under an indifferent attitude, it was evident he was turned on by this.

Dream let all his touch fall away, turning over to grab a piece of ice that was resting in a bowl of water, a small smile plastered on his face as he watched the chilled water drip from his fingertip and splash onto George's skin, the other jerking in reaction to the unexpected coldness.

That made Dream grin wider, smearing the droplet over the expanse of George's abdomen, asking curiously, “How is it with the blindfold this time? You like it?”

A shaky exhale passed from George, considering how he felt before when they did this in trial and had his sight to now, going in blind. “It's just.. a lot more intense. Don't know what you're going to do, which is never really a good thing.”

For that comment, George was rewarded with a drop of icy water hitting the heated head of his dick, a shiver passing through his spine, chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as Dream’s eyes followed the bead of liquid running down to the base.

Satisfied, he moved upward, taunting, “What was that, George?” as Dream pressed the ice over the other's lips, making George's face scrunch at the feeling, his breathing uneven when Dream took the ice away and popped it into his own mouth as the other, now able to respond, said, “That's cold.”

Dream hummed, melting the ice against his tongue, murmuring, “Hm, is that so? Never would have thought that something frozen would be cold. Huh.”

George, even in his blindfold, was able to glare at Dream, about to speak again and immediately hushed, the other placing a finger against his mouth, leaning down closer, Dream whispering, “Tell me how this feels, then.”

He replaced his silencing touch with his lips, Dream pressing in slow, sliding his tongue into George's mouth, the temperature difference of cold and hot made them both connect a little more urgently, George's restrained hands shifting above him, restless as they wanted to grab and demand, but they, and he, were forced to stay still.

He gasped into Dream's mouth, jolting in surprise as another piece of ice that George wasn't aware the other had acquired, was driven down into his nipple, chasing after Dream as the other separated them, head falling back against the bed with a sigh as he couldn't go anywhere, only able to feel as Dream ran the ice over him, going down his chest, then up across his shoulders, sliding around George's skin until it melted completely.

Dream licked over the trail of moisture he had made, taking the cold away with his warm tongue.

Then, there was no touch, George having to wait in anticipation, straining to hear what the other was doing, hearing the clink of a cup hit the table, the bed shifting under Dream's weight as he settled back over George, forcing his mouth opening and roughly kissing him, a hotness that couldn't just be natural body temperature flowing from Dream right into George.

Their breathing was much heavier when they parted, George exhaling, “Tastes sweet.”

“Yeah,” Dream chuckled, “I had some hot chocolate.”

George nodded after a moment, having taken that which was presented to him into consideration and finding it acceptable.

“So, do you like one or the other more? The hot or the cold?”

“Mm,” George mused, body curving up towards Dream, “I think I would need more of the hot to make an educated deduction.”

A smile played over George's lips as what he said made Dream go immediately into action, swallowing down more of his heated drink, George lifting his chin, waiting for the other to kiss him again, instead having a groan roll from his parted mouth as Dream enveloped George's dick in his warmed mouth, pressing heat over the other as he took him in further, sucking down softly until his temperature reached equilibrium, pulling off of George and reaching over for the next item.

Dream flicked on the lighter, George picking up on the sound at once, joking with a slightly shaky, “Oh god, when I said to make it hot I didn't mean to have you actually set me on fire.”

With a shake of his head, Dream tested the wax by letting it fall onto the palm of his hand, finding the temperature tolerable, replying with an incredulous, “You know what this is, see?” Drops of the melted wax candle, made specifically for this kind of play, hit George's skin, splaying over his chest and stomach.

At every bead of wax coming into contact with him, George jerked, whimpering at the sensation of which he couldn't predict when and where it would fall, pressing hot against him, sweating as he began to overheat.

At one dripping in a heated trail down his shoulder, George gasped, his dick straining, heavy and insistent on his abdomen, the spikes of arousal turning overwhelming as Dream spilled wax that stung lightly onto his skin, not enough to burn, only enough that George felt a burn build in his gut.

“Okay,” he choked out, causing Dream to immediately pause any further actions, careful as he observed the other's state, ready to end if it was requested, “Can we, could we cool down now?”

Dream easily agreed with, “Of course, George,” giving the other a barely perceptible whisper, “Tell me if you need to stop, alright?” to which the other nodded shortly but gave no indication his intention was to halt this process, giving Dream satisfaction enough in the answer to move on as he put out the flame properly, blowing out the candle and sticking it into the bowl of ice water. He then went off to the side for a long few minutes, giving George time to breathe, but the anticipation only caused the other to squirm in impatience.

Without much warning, George being more distracted on the need that pulled all his focus away from what the other was doing, hissed through his teeth when a cool hand slid over his thigh, a whine starting to pull from his throat, turning into a sharp cry as cold fingers wrapped around his dick, Dream stroking him slowly, making George's head toss to the side, unable to decide whether to open or close his legs at the feeling surrounding his sensitive skin.

“I thought this might be more detrimental to you staying hard and all, but, it seems it is quite on the contrary,” Dream mused, thumbing over George's slit, earning him a snap of the other's hips into his touch, continuing, “Does the cold feel nice?”

George couldn't really keep himself from spilling, “Yes,” gasping as Dream's cold hand was replaced by his other, far warmer in comparison, drawing a whine from George as he admitted, “Like it, ugh, makes it just so much more.”

Dream laughed softly, switching back and forth from the cooler touch to the warm until George was dissolving into a mess, chasing eagerly after every motion of Dream's hands over him, nearing dangerously close to the edge, resisting against the other when he stopped, resting a hand over George to keep him still as he removed the heated touch and licked over George with an ice melted tongue.

As he could no longer move upwards, George merely took the attention placed over the tip of his dick, the coldness sliding and sucking around him, feeling as Dream moved down, pressing a strip on George until he reached the base, then kept going further.

With a slight hint of confusion playing over his features at Dream pushing up his thighs, George felt himself be lifted, a moan choked out of him as the cool mouth and lips pressed against him, Dream licking over George as he gasped, reacting immediately when the other pressed his tongue inside of him, his tied hands dropping down from their place above George's head and gripping as much as he possibly could with his restraints, fingers curling into Dream's hair as he sucked around him, causing George to buck up, eyes rolling back at the sensation.

Dream pulled away, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand, the taste of lube unpleasant on his tongue, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards as George whimpered at the disconnection. “Please Dream,” the other whined, voice slurring at the edges of his words, “Want more.”

“Aren't we greedy today?” Dream teased, placing George's hands back in their proper position, and, even as he was taunting the other, who responded with a pout, Dream was already preparing the next items, grabbing the objects resting on the bed next to them.

With some lube replacing the amount that Dream had ingested, which, don't do that by the way, unless it’s made for human consumption, as well as slicking up the toy, Dream did indeed give George more, pressing the warming vibrator paired with some warming lube just for added effect into the other, who was already prepped, which was probably what they were doing prior to filming this video.

He let George adjust, thrusting it in and out a couple of times as Dream considered the size and possible additions that could be made here, giving the other the proposition of, “Both of these are rather small. I think we can fit two. What do you think?”

“That's fine,” George replied a little too hastily, making Dream grin, who knew the other was just desperate to get off but his response just made him seem a little too eager to be filled, eyebrow raised as he reassured, “Okay, I'll get right on it, then. Don't want to leave you dissatisfied.”

George didn't really have it in him to care at this point, his legs drawing together to cover himself from view while the other got the additional dildo that was promised ready, George shifting down a bit on the toy inside him until it pressed against his prostate, a strangled noise being muffled as he bit down on his lip, trying to keep this little action from Dream, who was watching everything George was doing and the other had no chance at hiding anything.

Dream enjoyed the show, of course, settling back on the bed, batting George's legs apart as he rested in between them, sliding the cold glass dildo over George's thigh, asking, “Still okay?”

With a nod and “Yes,” from the other, Dream went forward, inserting the second toy that had been slicked up with regular lube this time, stretching George open until he accommodated both toys inside of him, quite easily, one might add.

Dream slowly fucked George with both of them, sending slices of cold and hot into his body, the other not knowing how to feel, the temperature difference stark, making every thrust that much more intense, George never able to get used to the sensations as he was flooded with warmth on one side and on the other, sharply cooled.

Every press Dream sent into him made George twitch, dick leaking at the stimulation inside of him, odd and pleasurable, growing slightly more accustomed to the way it felt, then, to push George into becoming a complete wreck, Dream turned on the vibrator.

His head whipped back instantly, the buzzing jolts spreading warmth throughout his body, desperation causing George to urgently match Dream's thrusts that were so frustratingly slow, writhing as the toy sent shocks of pleasure right up into his prostate.

Dream, clearly seeing that George was rapidly reaching his end, removed the toys, much to the other's great displeasure, a groan of protest leaving his mouth as soon as the vibrator was off, whining, “Ugh, why’d you do that, wanna cum, Dream, please.”

“I have to have my turn,” the other reminded, removing himself from his pants, slicking himself with the warming lube, as well as a condom of course, “Now that you're all nice and stretched for me.”

Dream pressed himself into the other, bottoming out and just staying right there, feeling the warmth around him, some from how George always was, with the additional heat from the lube, cut slightly by the remnants of cold from the cooled glass.

He started agonizingly slow, pulling out all the way in a long motion, waiting until George shifted uselessly onto him, Dream driving back in at a similar pace, watching as George struggled against him in amusement.

“Move, come on, Dream,” George blew out in frustration, hands disobediently down again, trying to pull Dream towards him.

“You're an impatient little boy,” Dream tsked, sliding his finger over the ties around George, “I just barely got inside of you, what's the rush?”

George huffed, fitfully shifting around as Dream stayed infuriatingly still, expressing in irritation brought on by being so strung out and teased with temperature and touch for the entire video, “You’ve just been playing around with me, edging and messing with me. I just wanna get off.”

“Ah, that's right, the whole premise, I forgot,” Dream murmured, gripping George's wrists harshly and slamming them back down on the bed, where they were supposed to be, “You're my toy and I get to use you however I please, isn't that right?”

George whimpered as Dream roughly thrusted into him nice and deep, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes as after just once, the other stopped again, just taunting him mercilessly.

“Please, Dream.”

George knew what the other wanted, but he was holding out, hoping Dream would just give in and fuck him, body going rigid as a hand curled around his throat, adam’s apple bobbing delicately as George swallowed, shuddering at the barely there constriction, but mostly at the subtle power Dream was demonstrating, putting George right into his place.

“I just wanna hear you say it, George, that's all,” Dream murmured innocently, applying light pressure down, making the other gasp.

George was weak, he was pushed and held away from what he so desperately wanted, the temperature play got him so hot and cold that only burned him warmer until he was aching; and George was just so, so horny.

Because of all this, he simply gave in. In other circumstances, there was no way in hell Dream would ever drag out such an admittance as this, though that didn't mean the validity was any less accurate. George enjoyed having a certain higher degree of power over Dream, whether it was real or, more likely, imagined. They were really quite equal, a nice partnership that worked so well they were able to do such ventures as this together.

The main issue was Dream was very lenient, letting George believe what he wanted when the constant argument of who had more leverage in their quote in quote ‘relationship’ was futile, any convincing on George was met with a brick wall of stubbornness that got them nowhere. And, the most ironic thing of all in this situation was that Dream was truly the one that led the way in what they did.

George petulantly refused to acknowledge it.

So, now, with Dream's hand wrapped around his neck, his other palm holding George down with a pressure against his abdomen that made the other feel even deeper inside of him, and an unwavering, demanding, unquestionable calm authority in Dream's demeanor as it remained steadily focused on George, it was really no wonder he broke.

With breaths that entered his lungs in choppy motions, eyes blown out wide, his lip worrying between his teeth, arousal making him light-headed and nearing that point of ready to do whatever Dream wished as long as it promised to get him off, thighs trembling and back curving into Dream's touch, George said what was asked of him, of which made his face grow hot, his tongue turn heavy in his mouth, the phrase making speech more difficult, because the admittance was only going to cause it to really set into reality, being far more on the mark of their true dynamic than George would ever even entertain the idea of.

A whisper of a breath exhaled from George, his words in a demure tone that told he wasn't just saying it, murmuring, “I'm.. your toy.”

Dream's grin was instantaneous, running his finger over the other's jaw, reveling in his so rare victory, hands falling away from their placements on the other as he started a slow rhythm into George, taunting further just because he could, “You want me to fuck you, is that it? You wanna be my fuck toy, George?”

To be fair, he kinda did. And, since Dream wanted him to express that, George nodded, his flushed skin making him feel like the wax was pouring over him again.

“Words.”

The soft demand took George aback for a moment, mouth opening to say something, only getting into action when Dream started to slow down, George hurriedly replying, “Yes! That's- that's what I want.”

He could hear as Dream hummed above him, still holding back, not ready to give George what he wanted without a few more teasing questions of, “So this isn't enough for you?” he asked, referring to the pace he was fucking George in, “You aren't satisfied, huh?”

“No,” the other gasped, “More, please. Just use me.”

“Yeah?” Dream murmured, beginning to go faster, pressing insistently into George until he was pounding, slamming harsh thrusts that were driving George incapable of anything but to push forward, to get enough, noises spilling from his lips at every motion, Dream continuing, more breathless, “You like when I use you?”

George nodded frantically, babbling as he was so close to the precipice, confessing, “I like it, ah, Dream. Missed it, ugh, fuck, missed you.”

Dream laughed softly, “That's what I thought,” as his fingers wrapped around George, watching as the other drove his hips up with a strangled groan, one stroke enough to send him over the edge, completely blanking out, panting and unaware Dream had finished as well until the blindfold was removed from his eyes.

“What’re you doing?” George asked in confusion, blinking in the brightness that he wasn't accustomed to yet, daze still obviously settled over him.

Dream popped a piece of ice in the other's mouth, grounding him fully back, George sucking on the frozen offering, breath releasing long and slow, taking all his tension with it as Dream answered, “We're done. So, what did you think?”

George glanced down the wax splattered over his skin, shifted as the warming lube still inside of him made its presence known, resisting against the binds that currently held his hands tightly together, but Dream only pressed his wrists down into the mattress with a light grin, lifting an eyebrow, waiting to get a response.

“I guess I didn't mind it,” George said in elusiveness, adding, “I did like all the attention you had to pay to me. Especially with your mouth.”

Dream leaned down, giving the other exactly what he had claimed was his favorite part, connecting them into a kiss, pulling apart with the ice now in his own mouth, George rolling his eyes at the mirth playing over Dream's face, at actually getting something genuine from him.

The video ended there, no goodbye, no nothing. Just them and all their meaningful glances and weighted words gatekeeped from the audience, never able to pinpoint exactly what they were to each other. Maybe the two still don't know either, or, perhaps, they always had.

But, hey, at least we can wait for some confirmation promised in a cream pie episode, of all things…

And, the only constant in our lives, the option that you can't really click on unless you're in their reality but it's a fun little formatting thing, given, forever and always, the beautiful possibility to:

 

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Chapter 11: DNF Christmas Special: Watch Now!

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What else would be a better way to spend a nice holy Christmas than indulging on some very respectable Dream and George porn?

So lucky they generously decided to upload today.

The first gift we were so kindly given as we looked up at the notification and gently excused ourselves from any festivities, opening this video because, hey, at least it kept a holiday theme, okay, was George, who was already the gift who kept on giving, let's be honest, sitting alone on the edge of the bed, dressed in only boxers and, as eyes flitted down over his entire form, taking in every exposed detail, one exciting edition was presented, as George was wearing some impossibly tall high heels, the straps wrapped nicely around his ankles to really give him that under the tree look.

There were also some seasonally appropriate decorations, lights strung around the bed, mistletoe hung right above George that clearly had Dream's special touch all over it and even some light, royalty free vaguely festive music being played in the background.

All they needed was one more thing, provided in the next upcoming paragraph.

Dream, out of shot but most likely doing the exact same thing as all the viewers and gawking at George, chuckled lightly in contentment, then said, “Oh, wait. I have something for you.”

“What-?” George began, then let the rest of his sentence dissipate as Dream waved him off with a, “Just an early present.”

George glanced over as the other rummaged around for something vaguely off screen, letting out a slow sigh as Dream entered the frame with a little nice package in his hand, and his usual package of course, though that was always there, making George roll his eyes, “You've already gotten so many things this week, what are you going to actually give me for Christmas at this point?”

Dream carefully undid the red ribbon that was enfolded around the item, laughing softly with a devious glint in his eye, replying, “Oh, I have plenty more things to stuff inside of you.”

“Jesus,” George muttered, shaking his head in exasperated tinged embarrassment, watching as Dream pulled the lid off of the container he had unveiled, seeing the individual sweets tucked in their designated spots.

“Speaking of which,” Dream continued with a grin, so kindly picking out one for George and placing the chocolate into his mouth. “Here’s the first of many, and I'm not just talking about the candy, if you know what I mean,” Dream nudged with a cheeky wink.

George just cast him a look as he unfortunately did know what that meant: Dream was on his bullshit today, and, since he was never technically off of it, this could only denote trouble.

Which, that inclination was in fact solidified as Dream put a piece of chocolate in his own mouth, but held it in between his teeth, motioning for the other to come and get it, leaning over George with a raised taunting brow.

Despite not expecting sweets to be added into the mix, George had to admit, it did kind of taste better when the chocolate hit his tongue at the same time Dream pressed his lips against George, candy shared between them that melted him right along with it.

Dream's legs were trapping George in, hand carded in a rough grasp into his hair, licking the lingering sweetness from George's mouth and intoxicating gasps, palm firm against the other's waist, grinning in satisfaction when George pulled him closer when he separated them just barely, whispering, “Don't I taste good, George?”

“I don't really think it was you, more the chocolate, so..,” the other responded in petulance, breath immediately taken from his chest when Dream pushed him down, making George's back hit the bed and rendered him incapable of any further comments by removing all words from him with lips and tongues and a meeting of them that left no room for defiance.

Dream covered George's body with his own, swirling the other's thoughts into nothing but more, biting until all George could do was choke, taking until all the other could do was give, fingernails digging blunt into the expanse of Dream's back, feeling the heat rise and settle like a daze over his thoughts in a way he wasn't expecting, George shuddering out a breath when Dream moved down to lavish hot kisses down his throat and neck.

Maybe it was because the other couldn't seem to get enough, or perhaps it was due to the fact their constant close proximity could only really induce a certain inevitable reaction to stir within George, and make him think thoughts he honestly always should have about Dream and them and this channel being an excuse.

But, instead, it was easier to let all pent up desires reveal themselves in a roll of George's hips upwards into Dream, a soft grind that told how much he was affected by Dream's attention.

Though, while George expected the other to merely poke fun or scold or laugh at him for such a telling action, he was more surprised as Dream forcefully pushed them apart, staring unimpressed over George, who was held beneath him and it felt that same way with the dark reproach brimming stark in Dream's eyes.

He spoke, voice low, severing their connection in one swift motion, a command flowing from speech to body movements, setting George right in his place with a scathing, “We need to start. No more messing around, George.”

It made him swallow, his throat dry and feeling a type of warmth that was constricting, George having gotten so used to his easy and lenient Dream, the subtle admonishment of Dream's words and more harsh actions clearly intentional, and it seeped into George's skin, the nagging need to rectify hurriedly stifled down along with that simmering idea that told him to submit.

He shook it all from his mind, huffing out an indifferent, “Then get going. You're the one holding us up.”

George frowned when his statement caused Dream's lips to curl upwards just a touch, knowing that no matter what he did or said, it would only be playing into Dream's hand.

Because being a brat only meant more taming. And, in turn, going along with the other's whim only meant giving him the upper hand.

Either way, George knew he was fucked.

Good thing he liked it that way.

Dream was just entertaining himself at this point, mischievous as he ran a finger over George's still so disappointingly on boxers. “And how are we gonna get these off?” he asked innocently, glancing down at George's provocative footwear, “Since you already have the heels on.”

Before George could even begin to offer out any more various sensible solutions, he glanced down at Dream's fingers slipping under the band, both hands gripping rough until they pulled, George gasping as Dream ripped the underwear right at the seam, tearing the fabric right off.

“Dream!”

The other only laughed as he pulled the remainder off of George, taking his now exposed dick in his hand. “Oh, you didn't need those.”

George just rolled his eyes, not really knowing how else to respond to something like that, watching as Dream tossed the discarded boxers away, left in utter ruin, attempting to rid himself of the persistent feeling that he was going to end up the exact same way.

Dream got George up on his feet, who wobbled a bit because of the height of his shoes, not used to them, Dream holding him steady by the waist as he positioned the other in front of him, facing the mirror, leaning down to whisper in George's ear, “Now you're tall enough for me to fuck you like this.”

George did his best not to whimper at the image of himself, but that proved difficult as Dream pressed his thumb down harshly over the leaking head of George's dick, clearly delighted when the other made a noise at such a motion.

When Dream's comment actually got through to George's brain, he sighed, looking at the other through the reflection to question disparagingly, “Is that why you bought them? Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Dream breathed against George's neck, ghosting over his shoulders and making his skin raise in shivers, “For a couple reasons, but yes, mainly to have you stand and take it.”

“That's so stupid,” George muttered, an irrepressible cry spilling from his mouth as Dream bit down sharply over him, both of his wrists being tugged, held in Dream's grasp roughly, pulled taut behind his back, line of sight following as Dream reached over to the ribbon on the bed, tsking lightly at the utter disobedience from the other, tying George’s hands together, wrapping the red ribbon around up his arms like a cute little Christmas present.

Dream was pleased with his work, making a neat bow that effectively kept George in place, running his finger down the ties as he murmured, “Now I have to use my gift.”

George did not really appreciate that, glaring at Dream over his shoulder, eyes wide as he was roughly pushed to bend over, slick fingers already finding their way inside of him before George even got a chance to breathe.

To keep steady, he had to spread his legs open, only letting Dream in deeper, biting on his lip to muffle any noises that threatened to spill as Dream pressed a hand against George's stomach, keeping him close and applying some pressure to make his presence inside George very well known.

While this particular step didn't last too long, it still left George panting and shaky, Dream thrusting hard against his prostate every single time, making all thoughts of defiance start to ebb away from George's mind, ready for release as Dream just kept touching him with hands and fingers, but constantly pulled away before George could get anywhere productive.

As Dream pressed inside of him, slow and taunting, George knew of what he was going to experience, exemplified exponentially when Dream squeezed tightly around George's dick, pressure that told him he couldn't do anything as Dream spoke low, “Tell me when you start getting close, got it?”

“Why?” George grumbled, not very eager to let Dream command him this way, whimpering as the other snapped his hips into him once, as a warning, pulling George up to look at his reflection and meet Dream's eyes as he stated, firm and scolding, “You don't get anything unless I say you can, understand?”

George huffed and avoided an answer as his gaze flicked down to his own face in the mirror, seeing his dilated pupils and mark of ownership on his shoulder, bent lewdly over for Dream's dick in his ass.

He had no power here.

George's voice was weaker, faltering slightly as he mumbled, “And if I don't?”

Dream grinned, which was a way worse reaction than anything else, any scold or reproach or glare, because Dream was merely enjoying himself, he had George's body and he had full, unadulterated control, simply saying a breezy, “Then we just get to do this again, until you do.”

George groaned as his hair was tugged, chin tipping back further to follow Dream's direction, to force him to view who was in charge.

“You'll only make it harder on yourself if you keep that attitude. Unless,” Dream mused, pressing down firmly against George's stomach as he drove in as deep as he could, “Unless, that is, all you want is more?”

George shook his head, wincing internally at his dick throbbing in Dream's hand at the words and actions, spitting out a breathless, “Fine, whatever.”

“Good,” Dream praised, and, yeah, George saw right then why the other enjoyed it so much, hearing the approval gave George such a sense of pleasure, it ran down his spine and into his twitching, needy dick held in Dream's palm.

He was allowed to move his head back down, Dream dropping his grip in George's hair, letting the other watch as Dream stroked him slowly, building up a nice, easy rhythm that he soon matched with his hips.

The pace was never set, Dream alternating from a quick, brutal thrust that left George blind as a hand tugged around him, sending him swiftly along the edge, or switching to a slow infuriating in and out motion and inconsistent swipes of a thumb over George, until his chest was heaving and eyes were squeezed shut at the teasing way Dream played around with him.

No matter how much George fought the urge to just give in and spill into Dream's hand without permission, he really couldn't get a chance, the other knowing his tells far too well that caused a halt of everything in order to get George to calm and off the edge, frustrating him entirely as he struggled against his binds whilst Dream stood patiently still.

The more this went on, the more the words were forced out of George, Dream testing his limits and edging him that made him spill out the warnings of orgasm, hoping in futility that the other would give mercy if George did as he was told.

Any choked out word of “I’m” or “C-close” George was able to utter immediately followed with a full stop of motion from Dream, gasps painfully pulled out of George's lungs, aching and straining to move but held in place, feeling the edges of desperation tinge over him, tears spring in hot as he hung his head down further, only thinking of relief.

Dream moved his hand to George's waist, sliding back until he was brushing over the other's spine, humming as he waited the other out, happy to wait and see the other fall into frantic delirium. His fingers traveled up, sending a shudder through George, feeling the fingers tangle in his hair, feeling the pull that he resisted because he knew exactly where the other was going to lead his gaze, gasping as Dream lost any of his gentle touch, roughly tugging George up, pressing him closer to see the reflection of his messy face.

“Oh, George,” Dream commented with fake concern, “Your face is all red, and,” he placed his other hand on the other's chin, watching his movements in the mirror as he dragged upwards, press of fingers hard into George's cheek as he felt the flush he caused, then raised over and felt the wetness spilling down the other's face with a satisfied grin, “Looks like you're crying. Did I do that, George? Did I make you cry?”

He closed his eyes to this, replying with a trembling, “Because you're trying to.”

“And why would I want that?”

George stubbornly refused to answer for a moment, but was made to look at Dream again, who obviously wasn't going to let up or move again until he got something from George.

With an uneven exhale, he said, voice as quiet as he could manage, “It means I can't.. take it. Take,” he flitted his gaze around for a moment, bleary eyes finding Dream's sharp ones again, gaining the grit to mutter, “Take you.”

“Aw, am I overwhelming you, George?” Dream murmured, palms running down over George's throat, across his collarbones, leaving a trail of heated skin down the other's chest as he made a descent back to George's hips.

There was only an indistinct grumble in reply, Dream snapping into George to wipe the attitude right off his features, asking again as the other panted at the sudden stimulation, “Are you about to break?”

“Yes,” George choked, “Please,” rolling off his tongue before he could stop it, Dream smirking in his victory as he pushed George down onto him.

“Keep your head up this time, and watch.”

George did as well as he could to listen to Dream's raspy demand, keeping his eyes open and chin tilted up, looking over himself taking it from behind as Dream slammed into him, legs growing more and more unsteady the longer he stood in his heels, kept upright mostly by Dream as he neared the edge slower this time without the other giving any attention to his dick, but nonetheless reaching closer to that end, especially as Dream's thrusts grew more erratic.

The other pushed in deep, letting out a quiet groan through his teeth, finishing inside the other trembling before him, George feeling as Dream twitched his release into him.

Then, everything was removed, touch and dick that was pressed against and inside now taken away, George whining as he felt the emptiness with no relief, only a hardness straining against his stomach as he was wracked with sobs, begging, “No, no, Dream. Don't pull out, ah, please don't leave me.”

Dream ignored him, spreading George out a bit, seeing how stretched he was now, commenting with a hum and a lick of taunt, “You wanna keep going? Love to see yourself get fucked this much?”

George had devolved into a complete mess, tears over his face as his eyes squeezed shut, back kept down by Dream's palm over his spine, crying, “Please, I wanna cum. Let me cum, please, Dream.”

The other seemed to consider this for a moment, looking over George's form, the sight pleasing him greatly, offering out, “Then get me hard again.”

George was quick to comply, eagerly grabbing onto this proposition as it at least meant Dream wouldn't deny his orgasm indefinitely, hurriedly asking with a few slurred words, “What do you want me to do?”

“I'll have your mouth.”

As soon as Dream let up his insistent palm keeping George in place, the other stood up, letting Dream flip him around to face him then be pushed down onto his knees in order to get the other back up with a blowjob.

Dream ran his hands through George's hair as the other frantically licked and sucked over him, urgent to please and have the other back inside of him, pressing his face in close as George had no access to his hands, tongue sloppy as he lavished it over Dream.

The other laughed at this little display, of which George didn't really hear, only feeling the thrum of his pulse as Dream rose from his administrations, his own dick so demanding that it took all of his sense and thoughts, George just giving in and obeying just to get off.

Dream tugged hard at George's hair to get him to stop, bringing more hit tears to his eyes at the action.

“What do you think?” Dream teased, grinning at how earnestly George looked up at him with pupils blown out in arousal, “Should I just use this hole then?”

George shook his head at that, throat thick with desire.

Dream flicked a finger under his chin, making George's jaw tip up and said, with a cocky tilt of his head, “Why not?”

“Want you inside me, Dream,” George urged desperately, trying everything he could to get Dream, now hard thanks to George’s work, to go back to where he was before.

“Want?” Dream questioned with a reproach, eyes narrowed and eyebrow raised, pushing the other for all he had.

“Need,” George corrected frantically, “Please, need. Fuck me. You can do it right here, on the floor, I don't care, just please, fuck me, Dream. I need it.”

“Really?” Dream inquired in a murmur, “You're just gonna be my bitch then?”

“Dream,” George whined, huffing as the other waited for an answer, struggling at all the other made him and say and admit when he was in such states, Dream clearly knowing this was basically the only time George would break, kept from any relief that made his tongue go loose and mind go numb enough to confess a demure, “..Yes.”

“Oh,” Dream smiled so warmly, so inappropriate for this situation with such an expression, especially as he continued with a sweet, “What a good little bottom.”

That gentleness stayed put right there in his tone, Dream pulling George roughly up and around, making his face press nearly against the mirror, driving into the other with a fast quick snap of his hips.

“This what you wanted? Are you only satisfied when you're getting fucked, huh?”

George nodded furiously, panting as a hand wrapped around his dick, falling into sobs when he was brought so close and then Dream stopped again suddenly, holding George off from orgasm.

Tears spilled out over his wreck of a face, a mess of whines asking a cut off, “Dream please-”, shut up from any further pleads as Dream slapped a hand over his mouth, making George pull upwards, his arms and back pressed firmly against Dream's chest, head brushing against the side of the other's face.

“Did I say you could talk?” Dream demanded, a chill of reproach that made George a little panicked to appease as quickly as he could.

Streaks of tears slipped over George's cheeks and into Dream's palm as he strained to look back at the other, forced to turn and take a look at himself in the mirror, up and exposed for all to see, Dream's hand still around his leaking dick, just a grip around him, a show that the other held what he wanted in his palm, only going to give if George did as he directed.

George cast his gaze down as he answered Dream's question with a short shake of his head.

“I get to decide when you cum and right now, I just don't feel like letting you.”

George’s muffled whimper came through Dream's palm, watching as the other slowly stroked him, hips desiring so badly to push up into the grip and finish himself after such forced restraint and denial.

Dream began to pick up the pace, going slightly faster, feeling George's uptick in breath and tremble throughout his limbs, scolding a sharp, “You're not allowed to cum, so you better not let it happen.”

George started to struggle against Dream, trying to move away and back, but ultimately got nowhere, eyes flitting around in panic as he tried to stave off any orgasm but any longer and he wouldn't be able to.

Noises fell past his lips and into Dream's insistent fingers pressing over his mouth, writhing as he neared the edge with no mercy and no permission from Dream.

His eyes flew open wide when Dream thrusted into him, sobbing as he couldn't get any release, Dream squeezing around the base of his dick to make sure George couldn't reach his end.

“Good boy,” Dream murmured, hand pulling away and George biting harshly on his lip to not let more sounds or words spill, as the other tacked on a slight dig of, “Even if I had to help you, I guess you did alright.”

George just sucked air back into his lungs, keeping as still as possible, hoping Dream would reward him, holding the other's gaze until George was given something that made him immediately interested for more.

“Okay, now, you can cum,” Dream presented so graciously, laughing at George's eagerness as he perked up as soon as Dream said the words, finishing with a clarification of, “But, only after I do, got it?

“Yes-” George responded, halting his speech as Dream cast him back by his hair, making George look at him fully, face turned as much as possible.

He grinned for a moment before he leaned down and kissed George, whispering out a quiet “Mine,” against the other's lips, before pushing him down and pounding into the other, who came almost immediately, so disobediently before he was allowed to, before Dream.

Dream sighed in the utmost disappointment after he had used George beyond his unapproved orgasm, the other panting and rushing out words of apology, sobbing as he finished, unable to help it with how long he had been edged and the persistent thrust of hips of Dream and rough stroke of his palm.

“You weren't supposed to do that, George,” Dream admonished, “I just told you.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” George cried, struggling in Dream's grip to hide his embarrassment of self control that was now a mess over his stomach, “I didn't- didn't mean to.”

“Why couldn't you have just listened,” Dream sighed, pulling out of George and trying to keep the grin off of his face at how much the other was desperately attempting to make amendments, breaths filled with sorrys and eyes filled with tears.

“Ah, well,” Dream murmured, causing George's attention to all come back to him as he leaned over the other, “Guess I'll just have to tame you better next time.”

And, that was that. Video over. Christmas special left here as Dream undid the ribbon around George's wrists, unwrapping the other as if this was exactly what he wanted for the holidays, to have George at his disposal, a gift of continuing his top arc and a promise that he would get the other do as he wished.

And, Dream was a very good boy this year, so what he wanted was exactly what he was going to receive.

George was guided back to the bed, sitting down with shaky hands holding him up, Dream kissing him with a grin and the other just letting the other have his way, melting into lips as the video feed cut off.

They should have been wearing Christmas sweaters or have Dream dress up as Santa for a real holiday special, saying how George was on the naughty list, making some cheesy porn that they definitely did actually make and would probably never see the light of day much to everyone's dismay at such a missed opportunity.

Oh well, at least for now we got this, and the unnecessary option to:

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Chapter 12: Taming George: Watch Now!

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The distant sounds of bickering filled the void of context that had been obscured by the black then hazy screen, video coming into a clear crisp view of George glaring over at who must be Dream, the only other person available to operate the camera in this sort of set up as George gave a few choice words to the other, their argument spilling over, etched into faces and sunk into voices.

“Why the hell are you turning that on when I'm trying to talk to you?”

The huffed out question was ignored for a moment as Dream glanced up to see the positioning, letting any response hang in the air as he turned, walking up to George until he was looking down at the other.

“Because,” Dream said, voice calm and smooth, which made George's eyes widen and the swallow down his throat more choked, heightening so as Dream set his shoulders firmly against the bed, “It's the only way to get through to you when you're like this.”

George scoffed, his defiance a line of pulled tension that made his chest rise with indignation, fingers clenching harshly into his palms at being talked to in such a manner, a boiling retribution flaring inside him that only sought to scald and burn Dream.

“You're basically admitting defeat if you're resorting to something as low as this,” George spat, ready to shove the other away and viciously pull him closer all at once with muscles pulled taut, his mouth’s bitterness overtaken with the flooded taste of Dream, with a press and sharp awareness of teeth that made it clear the moment they connected that Dream was up to something.

He said as much in a murmur when they separated, an antagonistic, “Nah, just had to wait, wanted you to be a brat for me,” that seethed something hot in George at being so patronized.

“I'm not a fucking brat,” he scathed, the implication making his jaw tip back and nails dig indents into Dream's skin, “I'm just right and you're too stubborn to own up to being stupid and wrong.”

The other gave a reaction that was obviously not what George was intending to incur, Dream smiling with a soft, gentle chuckle, like the other’s phrase was just too ridiculous to take anywhere near seriously.

He only focused on the first part of the statement, completely disregarding any such baseless claim as him being in the wrong, tilting his head to the side with a grin to ask, with feigned innocence and disbelief in his tone, “Oh? You're not a brat, is that right? Then what are you? A slut?”

George's mouth stammered for words, but found none for much longer than he wished, especially as his power in this situation was slowly draining away and into Dream's hands, furious at his own stutter when he replied, “What? Why- why are those the only two options?”

Dream laughed, his nose tipping down until it rested against the other's. “Well, a brat would be fighting with me, and a slut would be doing exactly what you're doing right now, holding me close like you're afraid I'm gonna get off of you and leave this,” he made his point clear then by grinding down on George's eager dick that was, indeed, so painfully giving him away, Dream continuing, satisfied at the hurried teeth George clamped down on his lip to keep silent at any such betraying arousal, “And you, untouched.”

“No,” George simply breathed, letting up his grip just a touch, that caused Dream to relax a bit, George only roughly pulling the other down against him at such a lapse in control, keeping an unwavering gaze as he smugly said, “I’m just not letting you go until you say I'm right.”

Dream just cast him an unimpressed look, “I don't want to lie to you now, George.”

That caused George to narrow his eyes, a groan spilling from his lips much to his embarrassment as Dream drove down onto him in one taunting thrust as he spoke, low and intentional, “You're either gonna say you're wrong, because you are, or I'm gonna fuck the answer out of you.”

George let out a breathless laugh as he tossed his head to the side. “Oh, all you are is talk.”

Dream rolled his eyes, sliding his thumb inside George's mouth, disappointment exhaling from him as he breathed, “And, you talk too much, so speak to me right or not at all.”

The sting of incisors bore down on his skin, causing Dream to push George's head back, lifting it up until George got the message of who was above him. “You bite me and I'll stop, even after the camera is off.”

George warred with this, but as so long had gone by since they had last done absolutely anything, even beyond recordings for this channel, was making this whole thing a lot more bearable in his desperation to get something at least, which was why his frustration had built up to such a point in the first place that their argument had led them here.

He watched as his clothes were stripped from him, bare from the waist down, grumbling something Dream would definitely disapprove of as another finger was placed inside his mouth for George to wet.

“You know,” Dream mused, spreading the other's legs open, saliva slicked fingers pressing against George's tongue, “If you just obeyed me in the first place, I wouldn't have to do this.”

George glared, until the other finally gave him speech again, digits removed and ghosting down over his body until they reached low, George hissing, “You should stop trying to tell me what to do.”

“Why?” Dream questioned, pressing a light touch over George that made him shift, move towards the other that caused Dream to grin as he kept away from any more and instead just condescendingly said, “If you ever did, maybe we could actually get somewhere productive.”

“You always act like you're in charge, it's annoying,” George grumbled.

Dream sighed, lube pouring over his fingers as he saw George wasn't simply going to give in anytime soon. Though, he continued to tease, brushing over where the other was so eagerly anticipating to be entered and willfully ignoring George's insistent erection.

“It's okay, I get it, George,” Dream murmured, like he was genuinely concerned, “I understand that you're embarrassed to admit that my way is better and anytime something goes wrong it's solely your fault, it's difficult for you to say, I know.”

George just huffed out a breath, cursing internally at himself when his legs moved so easily at Dream's direction, how they parted with intent as the other circled over him, knowing he was beginning a battle he had no chance of winning but, fuck it, he wouldn't play into Dream's hand without a struggle, just enough that he would still get what he wanted, of course.

“Oh, how did you figure it out, Dream?” George said, mock over his tone, eyelashes fluttering that showed his constructed innocence that taunted the other, “Maybe if you fuck me good, like, for once, I'd consider ‘obeying your every command’, but, until that day comes, or, well, I come, I just don't see that happening.”

“Still playing games, are you?” Dream exhaled, shaking his head slightly, “Fine, we'll start off slow.”

“First,” Dream began, hand a harsh grip around George's leaking cock, thumb sliding over the head and wetness of the other's arousal, making George's head jerk back, a gasp falling belligerently from the action as Dream continued, “Just say you want me, shouldn't be too hard, given the state you're in.”

George gritted his teeth in petulance, refusing any such confession, even as his eyes blurred from Dream's touch, hips straining up into the grasp, a feeling of the other he had ached for that only made frustration grow as his own hand didn't quite measure up in the meantime.

Dammit, all this porn channel achieved was George's new found reliance on Dream getting him off that was so cruelly and unrightfully kept from George for the other's selfish reasons.

“You don't deserve it,” George spat, a fire igniting from the sparks of warmth Dream was building in his gut, his next words lost to a choked cry as the other pushed a finger inside of him, shutting him up quite effectively.

“Ah,” Dream said, amused, “Don't you see you have no power here, George? Give me what I want, and I'll happily give over what you so desire, no need to work against me now.”

He was stating this fairly calm, collected, like he wasn't performing such actions over George that were rendering him into a mess, fingers working the other open that matched the pace of Dream's hand curling and twisting around George's dick, a continuous stroke and push and thrust that only left the other panting at the onslaught.

Right when George felt that crest, that descent into something he was chasing after, Dream stopped, giving George's cock a squeeze, an uncoordinated, “O-oh,” slipping from the other at the pressure, then all that high intensity was brought into a slow, aggravating simmer, George prepped and ready for the other but only teased as Dream rubbed against his prostate, waiting for George to break.

His body was flushed, writhing at the constant not enough Dream was giving him and the wearing down on his stubbornness was starting to win out in the other's favor.

“Whatever,” George muttered under his breath, shuddering as Dream roughly slammed into him with that single breach in George's will, smiling as he asked, “What was that? Didn't quite hear you.”

George sighed dramatically, stalling and whimpering as the other wouldn't let up, pressing George's hips into the bed to stop any movement, Dream in control.

This was just how the other wanted it, and that fact was something George couldn't keep denying.

So, with much reluctance in his tone, he grumbled out, “Alright, just- I want you. Get on with it already, jesus.”

Dream looked pleased which was something George didn't like at all in this moment, only plotting with bitter intentions at what he was going to do to the other the second this bullshit top Dream arc was over, untensing slightly as the other rolled over the usual condom and lube over himself, George's hopes rising steadily then trampled and crushed as the other paused right before he was about to put it in, of fucking course he did.

“And, what was it exactly you wanted me to do?”

George shut his eyes, refusing this, refusing giving such an answer, even if defiance was what Dream was looking for, just so he could have the opportunity to reign it in, George still detested the thought of letting Dream just have his submission.

“I don't want you,” George fumed, “You're not even worth your stupid fucking dick at this point.”

Whatever the response George was expecting from that was not what he got. Instead, his eyelashes fluttered, along with those irritating butterfly wings in his stomach as Dream grabbed his face and kissed him, not as he did before, with harshness and instigation that bruised; no, this time, it was meant to be an overwhelming soft guide that they always tried to stay away from.

Kissing had some contention around it for them, though, that was probably putting it lightly, which was the reason why it was so poignantly effective in throwing George off as Dream took the defiant words straight out of his mouth.

They didn't do it a lot in general, even on camera it was more just for the audience, to try to make it seem like they weren't avoiding it, that over time it was less and less a part of this whole thing. Off any recording, in testing and trials, and also just for those sessions that were becoming to take precedent, of them just having sex because they wanted to, kissing wasn't really on the table, and definitely not like this.

If anything, Dream would go for the neck instead, enjoying enough the marks that were left behind to make up for their loss of connection.

Kissing just made things.. difficult, complicated. Caused George to slide onto a downward slope he didn't really want to be traveling on, especially since Dream didn't ask for it or hardly initiate a press of their lips together anymore.

George didn't like, or, well it was more he didn't appreciate how it made him feel, how his stomach turned into knots and his hand clenched more forcefully into Dream, how his mouth opened like he couldn't get enough and thoughts of this, only this ran through his head in a swirl of enveloping intimate desire that sent his heart rapid and chest tight.

And, no, he wasn't going to try to figure out why that all happened, because he already knew what he would find and George just didn't really want to deal with that.

This wasn't something he was going to tell Dream, though it was clear it was written all over his face when they separated, a whimper was all George could muster as he saw his thoughts and expression reflected back from the very same look that was present on Dream's face, to which the other responded with an even more heated connection that only made George's desperation worse, which he was aware of being Dream's intent.

Though, that still meant the other was affected, in how he cupped George's jaw and turned his head to get deeper, closer; how Dream pressed their hips together, not in a way to get off, but to get as much contact with George as he could manage, pulse thrumming in his ears that only told him not to stop as the other held him to only be here.

They pulled apart in gasps and pants, George's eyelashes heavy, staring at the red bruise of Dream's lips, smeared hot with their connection, and, with all of this eroding away what they had been doing previously, there was an evisceration to his iron clad will as he pathetically asked, “Can you fuck me?”

The haze of their mouths and lips being one in tandem movement was all cleared as the haughty grin appeared on Dream's face.

George was pricked with scalding annoyance, forgetting they were warring and Dream was not on his side, no matter how the kiss felt.

There was only someone to win and the other to lose.

And, Dream was heading towards victory, all by George's undoing.

“I knew you could do it,” Dream murmured, George wanting nothing but to wipe the smug look off of his face, steal the superior tone the other was using and make him regret the taunts, the opposite in fact happening as Dream slid into him, making George's disdain dwindle as his lungs emptied while he was filled.

“All I want is for you to listen to me, George,” Dream said softly, applying a firm pressure down on the other's lower abdomen, until all George could feel or think was Dream deep inside of him, “Why are you making it so difficult, hm?”

“I'm not,” George gasped, knowing it was a bad idea to provoke the other further but not able to stop the words from spilling as he finished with, “Maybe try fucking it out of me, since you're so sure that will change my mind.”

“I'm starting to think you start shit on purpose,” Dream muttered, hips snapping ruthlessly into George, his body jerking at every movement pressed into him.

“Why, ah, ugh,” George tried, oxygen becoming heavy and leaving him gasping for words, “Why would I, nng, do that?”

“Having trouble breathing there, George?” Dream teased, getting a sharp look from the other at pointing out his weakened state.

But, Dream didn't really appreciate such defiance, forehead suddenly driven down onto George's as he rasped, “You want me to give you a reason you can't breathe?”

Dream saw as the heavy lidded eyes flicked over him, George's mouth parting with a shuddered sigh, gaze flitting quickly down to Dream's hand, envisioning how exactly the other would use his grip to keep such a promise.

“Are you.. threatening me?” George spoke, his eyebrow raised, the words rolling into a tipping slur, a glint of provocation doused over his tongue.

“No, of course not,” Dream murmured, his palm sliding up from George's waist until it rested over his chest, “I just wanna put you in your place.”

The tendons in George's neck flexed as Dream delicately touched his thumb and index around his throat, George scoffing, “And, what? You'll achieve that by choking me?”

“Gotta pull out all the stops,” Dream replied, a taunt that licked against a place of sensitivity, George shivering as the other whispered, “Gotta do everything you like, even this.”

George had cast his eyes away, a lump that he couldn't swallow now pressed in place as Dream applied just a touch more pressure down, nervously laughing with more a damning manner than relieving the evidence the other had laid, scoffing lightly, “When did I-?”

Dream cut that off by a nice squeeze of his fingers, George's eyes fluttering then rolling back as he finished, a choke of something resembling a moan escaping his tight throat as Dream’s slick thrusts wrought George dry.

He gasped when released, thighs encasing Dream with far more urgency than before, an attempt to close his legs impeded by the other in between, fucking and fucking him until any gained breaths were immediately lost to the stimulation forced into him.

“Hm?” Dream asked, eyelashes low with only an intent to goad, “What was that again? You wanna deny it now, with how fast you came the second I wrapped my hand around your throat, you really think anyone is gonna believe that?”

George just groaned, hands tugging at his hair as Dream struck over and over into his prostate, eyes snapping open with alarm as the other drove harshly into him, a whimper pulling from his chest, eyebrows drawn in at his continued overstimulation.

A sob wracked from his body as Dream gripped around his dick, a tug that warned along with his tone as he demanded, “Answer me.”

It was like George's entire body was struggling to find purchase, seeking for any kind of leverage to ease what Dream was pounding into him, legs shifting, arms indecisive, hands searching for a place to land, eyes not knowing whether to open or shut, overwhelmed and trying not to show it even with his ragged breaths and arching back, submission punching through him in a deflating admission of, “I- ugh,” George flicked his line of sight over to the side, finishing with a pathetic, “I like when you do it.”

“Good,” Dream praised lightly, rewarding the other with a twist around his stiffening dick, which was quickly crumbling all of George's sense, “Now we're getting somewhere. You're so greedy today, but I'll let you get off again, if you say I was right.”

George was having some trouble remembering what exactly they were arguing about in the first place, dazed with how Dream surrounded him, eyes growing glassy as the thought and fervent desire for more was pouring through his body, invading his veins and wrapping around every forced breath as Dream just made him feel so much.

“Ugh,” George whined, sweat covering his forehead at not getting a break, built back up again only to be held in a purgatory of stubbornness that he was beginning to think was worth giving in to, blinded by the palm curved around him and pressing insistence inside him.

“Why were you, hng, why would you be right, again?” George slurred, eyes scrunching closed as he attempted to muster up the memories in this fog he had gained.

“Why wouldn't I be?”

George tossed his head to the side, breaths pained as they struggled for release from his chest. “You just, you gotta remind me.”

Dream glanced quickly at the camera, not wanting to delve too much into the details of their personal, off-screen affairs, whispering a short recount, “When we were discussing.. something on the other channel and you almost,” he gestured vaguely, “And, it would have been fine and not an issue if you just listened to me, but you only made it worse.”

“Oh,” George replied, recalling the whole events leading up to this moment, overwhelmed immediately by Dream, uttering to finish the phrase, “Oh, fuck.”

“You do this all the time to me,” Dream gritted, hips rough as they slammed into George, “And, I have to say, I really don't appreciate it.”

George was falling apart, tears wetting the corners of his eyes, mouth parted in order to get air, hands pulling at his hair as he sobbed, all nerves frayed and on the same edge as him, needing to get that one last bit of permission from Dream to reach any end.

The other tipped his chin up, forcing George to catch his gaze, embarrassment making his face grow hot as Dream spoke with no room for dissent, “I want you to learn your lesson, admit you were wrong, and obey me next time.”

It was over as soon as George nodded.

But, it didn't mean it ended that soon.

“I want to hear you say it,” Dream demanded, keeping George right where he could do nothing, only ache.

With a snap of hips that told George Dream wasn't messing around, he finally broke. “You were right, ah, it was.. it was my fault.”

A thumb drove down over the tip of his dick and George hissed, his eyes unfocused as he pulled so close, rambling now to finish off to the relief he craved. “I'm sorry, I was- I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that. Ugh, should have just listened to you.”

“You better feel lucky that I'm so nice,” Dream murmured, hand on George going quickly, unraveling every last piece of the other, “I want to hear some gratitude.”

“Thank you, thank you,” George breathed, words jumbled and nearing incoherent as the second orgasm was pulled from him, spilling into Dream's palm as he gasped, “I'll- I'll listen.”

A few more thrusts meant that Dream had achieved his own release, running a soft touch over George's cheekbone in order to coax the other's eyes open with a murmur of, “See? Was that so hard?”

George let out a breath, looking up at Dream in a squint. “I don't think my so-called admittance will hold up, not when I would say anything to get you to keep going.”

Dream pointed over to the currently still rolling recording device. “I have my evidence that you can't dispute, and that's all I need.”

George muttered something unintelligible, crossing his arms in a huff, knowing he was going to deny this ever happened, even with it being taped and uploaded on the internet, as that had never stopped him before from disregarding the existence of things he had done or said that were embarrassing.

“Now we finally got the video I have been waiting for, man, took a while to get you so riled up,” Dream mused, cleaning himself up as George's attention turned a cold, narrowed focus on the other.

“You.. did this all on purpose?” George accused, his disbelief morphing into a determined indignation as he realized this was exactly something Dream would do, “You planned out this whole thing? What is wrong with you?”

Dream simply shrugged, subtle grin laying out a near confession on its own. “I needed you to have an attitude, so I could tame it out of you.”

“So, it's been almost a month since we last did anything just because you wanted to enact some stupid brat tamer fantasy?”

“Aw,” Dream leered, “And, why is it that I think you're much more upset about the fact we were so strictly abstinent than anything else?”

George stammered, a frown creased in his brows at that allegation, which hit way too near to all his actual feelings, berating Dream with a cut off, “I take back everything I said, you're so fucking-”

And, that was when the recording was shut off, by Dream of course, who didn't particularly think there should be any recount of certain admissions about who was right and wrong, leaving it him being the one to prevail, since this was his video, after all.

So, just go ahead and look at this totally unnecessary addition to this format that displays:

 

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Chapter 13: Pretty Boy: Live Now!

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As the stream began, filling the monitor that was previously left blank with something to watch, George, the only one visible at the moment, looked impatient to say the least, restlessness threading throughout his movements, shifting as he waited for Dream who was off fixing the camera then over gathering whatever he decided to subject George to today; the last of his barely there collected demeanor faded away and was replaced by a set of irritation along the edge of his jaw.

George appeared just a little worse for wear, with a tinge of unkemptness brushing through his hair and into the folds of the clothes, his fly undone and just a slight, hardly noticeable slice of redness over his neck that all showed Dream had been there just a moment before, holding George in suspense as he moved away to get a livestream going.

Dream entered the frame, a neatly wrapped bundle in his palm as he approached George, back almost fully facing the camera as he spoke, “Well, we're recording, just like you asked, now what, George?”

It was really his last hope for anything to happen at this point, with George spending the last entire week in pretty much this exact state, pleasure rising in steady motions along with Dream's mouth and hand over him, thinking maybe this time the attention might last, but instead, the other would pull away, George's annoyance a burden that only sparked constant frustration.

There was a promise of something when Dream had led them in here, in the recording room, though George only found it was meant to get his expectations up, so, in a last ditch effort, he persuaded Dream to let them go live, knowing he couldn't avoid finishing what he started a goddamn week ago with their audience needing a good show.

It peeved him that Dream would call him out in this way, telling everyone who was desperate, George, and painting out the picture he really didn't want others to see, that he would really do anything to get Dream, which included beginning this whole channel in the first place.

Such an ingenious idea, Dream had said, showing George pages and pages of notes that detailed why this would work and how he had used their private, intimate first time in such a way as to be a business venture.

George had swallowed down any of his previous thoughts of the reasons he believed they had sex, which had nothing to do with porn compatibility, and indifferently agreed to the plan, stipulating that he wouldn't only be just on bottom and could do as he wished to the other, which Dream easily agreed to, as well as, most importantly, and the first thing that they bent the rules on, was they would only do this for work and would never be anything more.

Dream conceded and George was smug that the other felt the same sting of rejection he had, though they both kept any harboring inclinations to themselves and went on a course of being porn personalities.

Unfortunately, this path he decided to go on without really having any other option, or at least that George saw without bringing up any personal feelings into it, led them here, live to an only increasingly amount of people that wanted to watch them have sex, with George being held on the edge and seeking after the outlet Dream couldn't be adverse to as this was the reason they were in this situation in the first place.

George finally answered after that long monologue recounting the past, which all occurred in merely a few seconds instead of however long it took to read, retorting with a short, “Take care of the problem you made.”

Though, Dream was playing a bit dumb today, or rather strategically coy, as that, without fail, got a rise out of George, musing, “Hm, not exactly sure what you mean by that. What are you really asking from me here, George?”

As he fumed, a flaring anger crawling up his throat, nails biting into the sheets beside him, George shot back, “What, are you stupid or something? Get me off.”

Dream's knee pressed onto the bed, drawing all of George's attention to it, trying to keep his stance firm and not give into the overbearing presence of Dream leaning close to him.

The other tipped up George's chin, a rough pull that snapped up his gaze as the words passed from the grinning mouth of Dream, saying slowly, “Ask nicely, or, better yet, beg me for it.”

Of course, George couldn't do such a thing, not when he had his dignity to uphold, not when his whole thing was defiance until he couldn't take it anymore, even if in every single instance, that stance only made it worse for him in the end; still, George had his part to play and it wasn't going to be yielding to any demands made so soon.

At least he could make Dream work for it.

“I think you should just be my little bitch and suck me off, how about that?”

Dream merely raised an eyebrow, which grated on George's nerves, that his comment didn't even warrant a proper response, huffing as Dream stole the indignant breath from his throat, lips pressing infuriatingly slow and delicate, like they were in stupid love or something.

George didn't even know what happened, as, even though it was an unspoken agreement, it was still unanimously made that they just didn't kiss like this, like a couple, like there was something more to them than what content they produced together.

It was supposed to keep things professional, keep them compartmentalized. Instead, after the last time they uploaded on this channel, Dream defied this rule that was mostly made in George's head, spending all the days leading up to here kissing him, until their breath ran hot and pants grew tight without any other connection besides lips and tongues sliding as one with disgusting care and sweetness.

While George could always bring up the fact of his reservations against this whole new development, he never did, partly because he wanted to seem completely unaffected by it, like Dream did, that this, along with all else they had done, meant nothing more than something to record to an audience.

Mostly though, it was because George was vehemently trying to ignore how much he liked it and hashing it out with Dream would probably bring up that point, so he left it as up to the other's discretion and got kissed in just the way he simultaneously desired and wanted to get away from.

Maybe it just hurt something raw inside of him when Dream's thumb grazed over his jaw softly, how the other took time to open him up, like all Dream needed was George to accept him in, until they only tasted each other.

It reminded George that he couldn't have Dream in this way and that whole thing he had yet to unpack just bothered him, trying to speed up the process and being brought down steadily by Dream again and again, until George felt like an idiot for continuously chasing after him.

Dream spread George's legs as he settled them onto the bed, turning them more to the side, to give a better angle to the camera, which George became aware of when Dream separated them and flicked his eyes over to the recording set up, self consciousness flooding in that this was all for show, annoyed at letting himself get distracted from that by Dream.

The other somehow knew these exact thoughts passing through George's mind, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he kissed the other again, but was now grinding down on George's lap at the same time.

George choked out a gasp, already responding in just the way Dream wanted, eyes rolling back as the other found his way into his pants, wrapping around George until the other got just nearly what he wanted before Dream stopped, whispering to the other a leering, “I'm still waiting.”

It was less of a struggle this time around, as George knew it was really the only way to progress, so he gritted his teeth, the word more breathless than he wanted as he finally uttered a single, “Please.”

Dream's instant grin was wicked, his patience getting the exact results he desired, murmuring an alluring, “You know what you can do to be a good girl for me?”

George was confused by this, face showing his clear bewilderment, uncertainty crossing over his eyes and spilling into his voice, but, with the way this seemed to be heading, which was at least somewhere, George decided to risk it all by saying an only slightly shaky, “Yes, er, I mean, what?”

The abandoned little bundle that was resting on Dream's side finally made its purpose known as he undid the tie, revealing what George was going to be wearing for this episode, a skirt that he knew he was going to be lucky if it gave him any sort of coverage at all.

He tried to reach for it but Dream pulled it away from him, insisting, “No, I'll dress you.”

George attempted to keep the redness off of his face, but it merely traveled down his chest and ran hot over his ears, only able to watch as Dream removed George's clothes in favor of the item he had gained somehow.

To alleviate some of the awkwardness George felt and fill up the silence that was surrounding him far too fast, he asked about the acquisition. “How’d you get this, Dream?”

“Someone sent the outfit in for you,” Dream replied, tugging off George's shirt, “Do you like it?”

“I'm sure it's nice, but outfit? Are there other things as well?”

Dream elected to ignore George's inquiry, instead focused on sliding the skirt up over the other's legs, quietly murmuring, “Don't you want to be fucked in this?”

There was only suffocating embarrassment at Dream's words, George's whole body flushed hot, covering his face as the fabric brushed over his dick, having to hide from the spill of a humiliating noise that came from him at the feeling, not wanting to acknowledge the other's question and especially not how much George wanted to beg Yes, in reply.

His breaths were panted out, freezing any movements as George felt something being cast over his heel and up his calf. Moving his hands up into his hair slightly, he glanced down, seeing as Dream placed white, sheer, and laced edged thigh highs on him to finish up the look.

George let the air expel out from his lips in one slow exhale, the matching set complete and pleasing to Dream, who smiled in his satisfaction, running a hand over the other's skirt hem, praising a smooth, “You look so pretty, George. Why don't you sit on my face?”

That last sentence was the one that really threw him off any sort of path George could believe they were heading, flustered in every aspect at the request as he stammered, eyes wide and chest rising in pace along with his building arousal.

George was pulled upwards by the elbow as Dream looked at him expectantly, George only staring at the other in his lingering shock.

So, with no response being given, Dream coaxed the other further, head tilted to the side as he murmured a tempting little, “Come on, baby. I want you to wrap your cute thigh highs around me.”

George laughed awkwardly at that, nerves running rampant into the cadence of his voice, down to the jitter of his fingers and touch of his knees together that displayed his shyness. He didn't really know what else to reply, as they didn't really do pet names, besides the occasional good boy, and if they were calling each other something, it was usually in a way to degrade them. So, he held Dream's gaze with absurdity, not really taking the other seriously as he lightly brushed him off with a pointed, “Dream.”

He didn't expect such an assertive reaction, with Dream grasping his dick and voice spitting fire suddenly stoked from dormancy with a low licking rasp of, “I want you to play along, be my stupid slut, which should be easy for you, and maybe I'll give you what you want, got it?”

George bit down on his lip as Dream twisted his palm over him, eyes falling down to see the motions instead of looking in the other's narrowed eyes as George barely kept the whine from spilling out as he surrendered with a stuttering, “Al-alright.”

His throat was thick, swallowing with difficulty as George lifted himself up at Dream's direction, hands fiddling with the front of his skirt, trying to keep it down as there was barely enough material to keep him covered, kneeling down as he settled on Dream's face, guided by hands on his hips as a whimper escaped his lips at the instant contact of Dream's mouth on him.

When Dream showed his control like that, breaking the sweet, pleasant facade to metaphorically press down the heel of his shoe over George's chest, over something he had long since conquered and was only looking for George to humor him with a skirt and pretty gasps Dream elicited from a tongue pressed inside of the other, which was better than the alternative Dream let hint when George’s attitude flared up, that he would benefit from being patronized more than Dream and at any moment he could give George a harsh awakening of the dominant power he didn't like to admit Dream had over him right now, especially at the rate George was giving it over to him heedlessly.

The skirt covered Dream's face entirely, making George the main subject, every reaction caught for all to see, the noises forced from him when Dream grabbed George's waist to grind him down as he licked and sucked over him.

Fingers slid in besides Dream's tongue, George hardly keeping himself from crumbling down completely, hands planted down on the bed in an attempt to keep himself upright.

George sunk down onto an elbow, head curling near his chest as Dream pressed into his prostate, groaning and gasping as the other's mouth wet him, sucked at something so sensitive, and fingers curved and insistently circled over the place that was making George fall apart.

He couldn't help from grinding down, pleasure too hot and targeted to ignore, too weak to suppress responding, though George's roll over Dream's face was cut off by his own accord, concerned about the other's ability to breathe.

There was an attempt to ask, but George's words were rendered into a strangled nothingness when Dream spread out his fingers, George's forehead now resting over his planted down elbow as he was opened up in a rough, almost inconsiderate manner.

As a whimper ran disobediently past his lips, George was muffled, face pressed down into the sheets by Dream as he maneuvered him forward, causing George to settle up slightly on his knees for balance as he leaned heavily onto his face and shoulders since that's where Dream wanted him to be.

Then, a mouth was pressed over his dick, tongue sliding up until George was covered and slick, becoming less and less coherent as he let his moans soak into the bed.

Dream, as he was now content with whatever goal he was trying to achieve, pulled them up, sitting George up so he could flick his skirt to show the other fully.

It was difficult to look away from the redness of Dream's lips, of where they were so long pressed, and the uncontrolled daze that settled over him as he pleasured George.

The breathlessness of his words were not lost on George as Dream carefully stroked the other, commenting in a soft murmur, “You're so wet for me, baby.”

Even as George's face was flushed, dick twitching at Dream referring to him in feminization, he replied with a scoff, “That was all you.”

Dream did not appreciate that, how George refused to go along with the game he was playing and both punished and rewarded George by stretching him wide with fingers now covered in lube, spreading out so much, George winced a little bit, not really thinking that was quite necessary as Dream muttered a disparaging, “Look at what a slut you are, you that ready to take me, huh?”

George couldn't respond, and knew he wasn't really supposed to and instead just take it, head pulling back as the other slammed harsh fingers into him, not letting George lay back with a palm pushing on his lower back, keeping the other up with George's hands having to slide behind him to keep the angle Dream demanded as he finger fucked him.

“Okay,” Dream breathed, pulling out from George, “Now you can beg to ride me.”

At that, he started to get himself situated, sliding off his pants and boxers as George was left empty and only given the option to grovel.

It gratified him that Dream was nearly painfully hard, exhale shaky as he took the edge of straining pressure off of himself, running a hand over his dick as he waited for George to get into action, of which he was instead greedily watching the motions of the other touching himself.

Dream glanced up to see George's line of sight blatantly raking over him, and, with a quick roll of his eyes at the other not following his direction, he warned, “You know I can just get myself off, is that what you want?”

George shook his head, approaching closer to Dream, but just as he was about to touch down on his knee, the other shooed his hand away, insistenting as George pouted with a firm, “You won't get anything unless you beg me for it.”

With a slight slump to his shoulders, George stubbornly cast his gaze down and away, teeth running over his lip in consideration.

“You really need more incentive?” Dream asked unimpressed, driving down on George's now skirt covered cock to hopefully spark some words from the other, which partly worked.

“Ugh,” George breathed, “Dream, please.”

“Not good enough,” the other responded with a hard set in his tone, snapping George's face up to get him to stop avoiding his gaze.

George looked pathetic, with eyes long sheened glassy, mouth parted with heavy breaths at a want that spanned out into a week of frustration, of teasing that was breaking him down until there was nothing left, hands that could only desperately grab at anything Dream could offer.

“Let me ride you,” George said quietly, being the beginning of his submission and the end of his defiance.

Dream kissed him then, with George's eyes fluttering closed and his whole body gravitating towards Dream, yet kept at a distance when they parted until he gave what he was asked for, being the unyielding command that Dream breathed without any room to defy, telling George to give, “More.”

He struggled a bit, George taking a sharp inhale at what he was about to say, preparing to set his tongue loose and really just needing to move this along at a much quicker pace than they have been going the entire time with a humiliating, “Please, can I ride you? I want to fuck myself, I want to feel you inside me until it's too much and I can't take it but I just fuck myself harder, please, Dream.”

He saw as the muscles in Dream's arms flexed, his grip on George's seeking to pull closer and let all those promises come right to fruition in one swift movement. But, he was playing a little hard to get today, grin wide as he pressed, “Keep going.”

George squeezed his eyes shut, fingers curling into the fabric of his skirt as he dived into what Dream had been asking for, drawing upon why he was in a skirt in the first place, giving exactly what he knew Dream wanted to hear. “I'll be a good girl, ride you, let you do what you want, please. I.. I want you watch me as I fuck myself.”

“Yeah?” Dream prompted, letting George slide a bit closer, but still kept him back from what he wanted, seeing just how much he could get out of him.

George tried not to huff at how demanding the other was being, grabbing Dream's hand and pressing it down against him as he tried, “I need you so bad, Dream. I'm so wet,” he guided the other's fingers over the lube that was covering him down onto his thighs, “I need you here, I'm- I'm so empty, Dream. Need you to fill me.”

He caught the shiver that ran through the other at his words, and all of George's efforts weren't for nothing, as finally, Dream pulled him forward, placing him over his lap, letting George line himself up as Dream held him steady.

Though, there was no further movement from there, and George canted his hips down in vain, looking down with a whimper and frown creased into his brow, pleading with Dream, “Please, please. What do you want me to do? I'll- I'll ride you until you cum, until you tell me to stop, even if I'm sensitive and can't take it anymore, I'll listen only to what you want. Please, just let me, Dream.”

He waited until he saw the tears start to brim in George's eyes, heard his voice grow raw and tight, wetness blur at the tip of his dick that made the skirt translucent, Dream satisfied the other was truly pushed as far as he could handle.

Without much warning, Dream slammed George down onto him, the other spilling out a broken, drawn-out, “O-oh,” as he sunk fully onto Dream, body trying to adjust to being overwhelmed so suddenly.

It was always deep in this position, and, with George being on top in this way in god knows how long, he could feel Dream pressed so far inside it was nearly painful, a feeling that was consuming him whole and making it harder to breathe.

Of course, even with Dream knowing all of this, it wasn't like he was going to take mercy, urging George with a, “Get moving, let's see you try and fuck yourself.”

George groaned as his hips rolled, building a small rhythm that he knew wasn't something Dream would let last long, hands planted on the other's shoulders as he pushed himself up, then drove down not quite to the base, only getting a few of these motions in before the other stepped into take control.

Dream shoved George down to take the last couple of inches, not allowing the other to have it easy, to grow accustomed to Dream inside of him, scolding, “Come on, George. I want you to feel all of me. This is what you begged for, isn't it?”

George really couldn't win, made to beg for something that Dream wanted, then when he finally got it, he had to do it as the other liked, not having any say even in his own desires.

Though, that was all quickly set to the side as the dick up his ass was taking precedence and by doing what he was told, George moved and slammed right into his prostate.

This gained Dream a nice little show as George chased after the feeling, pleasuring himself with the other inside of him by thrusting down over and over to hit the same spot he wanted.

Dream leaned back, watching as George's breath hitched, eyes grew heavy, and chased for something he wasn't going to be getting, even if he didn't know it quite yet.

He moved George's skirt up to expose him, touching over his needy dick that wet his thumb as soon as he pressed down on the tip, enjoying as George went faster, trying to get off with all the stimulation he had, grinding and bounding on Dream's dick until he was erratic, hiding his noises as kisses on the other's neck, leaving trails of hot breaths and scraps of teeth as George hurried to get off the edge.

But, as he knew this was happening, Dream gripped harsh around George, saying a simple, “You can't come yet,” that caused the other to whine, struggling against Dream who stopped them, making George just sit on his dick to calm as he tried not to move and shift, but was failing miserably.

Dream had another plan in mind, offering this to George as he asked, musing, “So, should I take you from behind or let everyone see your pretty face as I fuck you?”

George could only breathe out a sigh of relief at this, at the indication they would keep going and also that he didn't have to do all the work.

It didn't take long for him to weigh the options and even if he was embarrassed with his own choice he mumbled out a whisper pressed over Dream's shoulder of, “From.. behind.”

The other smiled at that, which should have told George that was a bad sign, but the need that ached between his legs was too demanding, he just happy to comply as Dream replied with a breezy, “Okay.”

He laid George down on his back, leaving the pressure weighed down on the other's chest as George tried to turn over, but could get nowhere because Dream was clearly holding him down.

Without letting the other free, Dream slid inside George, causing confusion to run rampant in his words as he questioned, “I thought you were going to do it the other way?”

Dream grinned, replying with a taunting, “Why? Just because you asked? Who do you think is in charge here, George?”

“I just-” the other began, not even knowing where to end the sentence and landing on, “Why even give me the options?”

Dream shrugged as he moved slow and steady inside of George, “I just like not doing what you say.”

“Fine,” the other huffed, all nerves on end and annoyance renewed, testing the other's assertion with, “Then stop.”

With a shake of his head as he slowed down, Dream muttered, “Obviously anything besides that, you idiot.”

There was a hesitation, Dream ready to pull out, whispering something into George's ear about if it was okay to keep going, which was answered with a nod of his head, George's breathing shaky as he pulled Dream in closer.

The tenseness in his muscles eased, Dream driving into George until the threat of his orgasm was enough to get him talking again.

“Please, Dream,” George cried, hands tugging at his own hair, “Please let me cum.”

A sob was forced from him as the other slammed into him and curtly answered, “No.”

Which, sure, maybe George could handle that in different circumstances, but, Dream was currently stroking him and it was more a warning of the inevitable if the other kept this up, George left gasping as he tried to get permission before that happened.

“You wanna cum?” Dream asked, like he didn't know the other was a mere few more thrusts away from that outcome.

George’s hips jerked as Dream overwhelmed him but didn't give him any chance for relief, whining and struggling not to finish before he was allowed to, pleading to the other with a frantic, “Yes.”

Dream considered this, amused as the other reacted so wildly from just one brush of his hand over his dick, slowly saying, “I'll let you if you do something I want.”

George immediately answered in a slur, “Yes, yes, whatever you want, I'll do it, I'll let you have it.”

“You have to praise me until I say you can stop.”

This wasn't questioned, not the reasoning behind it or how long it could last, George at once indulging the other as he started to babble, “Ah, you feel so good, Dream. Your hand and, ugh, your dick inside of me, it's good, you're so good, want you so bad.”

“Alright,” Dream murmured, pleased, jerking off George in just the way he liked, something he really had no chance to hold out against, “You can cum, just keep praising me.”

George was blinded by the orgasm for a few moments, a shudder passing throughout his limbs as his release spilled over Dream's hand, speech lost in his strained throat which was thrown back and exposed, barely feeling the other's teeth sink into his neck, how the other’s pace was inconsistent as Dream pressed into him, George trying to continue his praising, an all over the place, “Feels good, you make it so good, want you to, nng, cum inside me.”

And, even if Dream didn't do exactly that, he finished with the confession from George, kissing over his neck as the other rambled, “Want you to feel as you fill me up, make me yours, Dream, so good, you're such a good boy for me.”

With drag of air into pained lungs, George finally settled as Dream slowed, words tapering off as he blinked into coherency, recalling his hasty admittances with hot shame.

Dream wasn't just going to brush it to the side, grinning as he teased, “Oh, don't worry, we're getting there, George. Just say the words I've been waiting this whole time for, and I'll make that happen.”

George didn't do anything of the sort Dream was implying, about how their cream pie episode would become reality, mostly because he just didn't believe the other, that it was a joke.

Dream moved upwards as George stubbornly didn't reply due to his crippling embarrassment mingled with irritation, the other taking the opportunity to display George’s sticky thighs and ruined skirt before the other batted his hand away and made him end the stream, which Dream did, and the screen soon went to black.

Noooo. It's over so soon?!

Well, it's always possible we'll get an update in the future.

….Right?

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Chapter 14: Simp for Praise: Live Now!

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Chapter Text

The beginning of this video actually started in the previous episode, with Dream's low command of, “You have to praise me until I say you can stop,” being the main premise.

While the demand was heeded by George the very second it was offered that previous night before, doing his best to give acclaimations to the other whilst being fucked and held on the edge and all, it was his belief it would end right when Dream did as well.

Clearly, through probably too many reasons, most of which being a guise that kept Dream's true intentions hidden, that short lived praising session wasn't enough to satisfy him, to satiate all the stifled desire, restrained want, suppressed and smothered feelings that ached for George's approval, finding an outlet in a praise kink that got Dream everything he was seeking after all in one.

George's attention, George's hand and touch and dick and mouth, of which Dream wanted to capture and taste the words of commendations that spilled, to hear that George wanted him, even if it was just in this context.

Dream was greedy, barely giving George a moment to wake up in the morning, camera on before the other had fully cleared the sleep out of his eyes, settling himself down to be praised and fucked until it finally filled the void left by their causal relationship.

Though, he knew it never would be, but, hey, at least he got something out of their situation in the meantime.

“Good morning,” Dream murmured, turning his head to the videoing equipment, doing his usual quick introduction, which was taking less and less precedence with his impatience to skip the formalities and putting on this whole show just to have sex with George, only ever receiving the full extent of the other when they had an audience, “We're gonna let George top today, just for once, so he can praise me properly.”

“You know,” George exhaled in a soft sigh, voice still raspy and slurred from being woken up so suddenly not even ten minutes ago, “When I agreed to do this until you said to stop, I didn't really expect it to last, like, days.”

“You should have, though.”

With a conceding tilt of his head and a small smile on his lips at Dream's unabashed nature, well, at least for now, when he wasn't being exposed in pleasure that caused a shyness George reveled in, they began Dream's persisted plan.

He slid himself in between the other's already parted legs, eagerness running off of Dream's body in a way that George could nearly feel it as he pressed a light palm against his hips, the jitter of taut anticipation straining into George's fingertips at just that simple touch.

He glanced a bit disparagingly at Dream, flicking his gaze down to the insistence blatant in the other's pants, knowing it couldn't be downplayed as merely morning wood, that Dream had gotten to a breaking point in his horny patience enough to shake George awake, who fell asleep exhausted right in the recording room, confused and uncoordinated when he blinked his bleary eyes open to see Dream laying beside him.

They didn't often sleep together, okay, well, in the actual sense of spending the night in the same bed, and, if one of them ever did pass out right after a recording, being guys and all who were completely spent and useless after a round or two on occasion, the one still awake would always, you know, leave and go to their own respective room.

Instead, Dream was whispering George's name in the dimly lit room, saying the other had slept long enough and they needed to make the next video and he was ready right now, the other seeing an indented space in the sheets that told where Dream had spent the night, right with George.

And, yeah, maybe George was persuaded by the warm kisses Dream pressed into his neck, coaxing him with a promise of more if he was praised, please praise me.

He didn't know why Dream was so desperate, unable to wait, unable to handle a second more with George's eyes and hands off of him; and, with a pointed reminder that the other had told Dream they would continue from last night, if George was up for it of course, to which he had agreed to at the time in a mumble, eyelids heavy and body heavier as his words passed from his lips, a whisper of, “Yeah, just, let me know, whenever,” as George let unconsciousness pull him right under.

Even if he didn't know ‘whenever’ would be as soon as Dream woke him up, George wasn't going to deny, not with how the other was laying so obediently, eyes expectant, chin lifting and breathing rising when George was close and gave a single touch down onto him.

“Seems like you're a little impatient,” George commented, eyebrow cocked, hand applying a bit more pressure onto Dream.

“I waited,” the other defended, “You just sleep for fucking ever.”

“Hm,” George mused, grinning as he heard the barely there choke he caused Dream to utter by running a light finger up his dick, seeing the other shift, legs immediately accommodating, opening wider, Dream's whole being trying to move into the stimulation, “And, what were you doing that caused this, huh?”

The wash of red rolled over Dream's face, forehead creased in embarrassment at what that implied, of him trying to get off to George while they laid together, frustration growing until his hand drifted down, strokes and swipes of thumb that made him have to clamp a palm over his mouth, to keep the excitement down and quiet while his fist worked fervently.

Though this was the picture George was painting, that wasn't really what happened, which Dream dissuaded against the implied claims as he replied back, “It wasn't like that.”

“Oh yeah?” George teased, leaning in closer with a harsh drive over Dream's dick, “You didn't touch yourself? At all?”

The shakiness of his breath, the avoidance to meet George's gaze, the reply that formed and died a couple of times on his tongue was enough to display Dream's guilt, so, he admitted softly, “Maybe a bit, but! But, I was mostly just.. thinking. I only,” he huffed out an exhale with eyes that couldn't settle on somewhere to land, muttering, “I just had to relieve some of the pressure, I wasn't jerking off, jesus.”

“Ah,” George breathed, “And, please tell, what kind of thoughts did you have to get you into this state?”

While not really keen on divulging such information, Dream knew he had an advantage here, and, with a mind that was already currently blurred from arousal and having to hold off, he was far gone enough to offer, “I'll tell you if you touch me.”

George let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh, knowing that this was something he couldn't let go to waste, of how compliant and loosed tongued Dream was, being easy and obedient at once for George, with no usual pushback, the work done to erase any defiance or petulance or stubbornness by Dream himself, the other willing and aching.

He wondered how much power he had, without doing anything, with just giving the other hope for something to happen, George entertaining the thought of pushing Dream without placing a single touch against him, but, as tempting as that sounded, George wanted more, of which he would get when Dream was in his hand and would be ready to spill if that meant he got to as well.

“I mean,” George said, tone breezy, fingers already finding the hem of Dream's sweats, just having to taunt since he knew it would get a reaction, “A good boy would tell me and get rewarded with being touched.”

Dream pulled his bottom lip between teeth, the other's voice betraying that this was merely a lighthearted dig, even though if George kept going, pressing into the tender spot that only made Dream want to please him, he would have gave anything asked, even though there would be no guise of forced out confessions but only freely provided humiliating revelations from just the fact that George wanted them.

He was saved, biting back the words that threatened to come out, George allowing him to have as Dream wished when he continued with, “But, this way, I'll get it anyway, and probably more that you won't be able to stop yourself from saying.”

With a slight furrow of brow at that, Dream wary of George's intentions and where that would lead them, since, obviously, the other was right, Dream was feeling a bit on the talkative side this morning, which never boded well in these kinds of situations, where he found himself disclosing all that he tried to keep to himself right over to George.

Dream didn't think about it too hard, as the other was stripping him down, and that was far more of interest.

He didn't know what he expected, with George taking off Dream's clothes in slow, careful motions, clearly in no rush, unbothered by the other's impatience that was strung through his muscles for who knew how long, with the clench of fists Dream poured his frustration into when George just ran his eyes over his exposed body and did nothing for a long few minutes, just a grin at what was pressing against Dream's stomach, no move but a hold down over the other's thighs, to watch the struggle that flowed from limb to abdomen and filled his chest with unsteady air that showed Dream's fraying composure.

“What do you want me to do?” George asked, more for his own benefit than the other's, since this was all thrust upon him and didn't have any plan like Dream did.

“Anything,” Dream blurted, tone rushed at finally having the tension eased, hurrying to plead as long as something came out of it, “Anything, whatever you want.”

George's eyes widened in surprise, as, for once in his life, he didn't really feel like a little shit, any deviousness still dormant in his lethargic state, movements wanting to stay slow, a pace of gentle ease that matched the flowing morning instead of Dream's rapid heartbeat and insistent restlessness.

“Giving yourself over to me, are we?” George hummed, pleased and drawing out Dream's desire to cause exasperation, but who was then appeased somewhat by George's next words of, “I like that.”

He watched in excitement as George reached over to get everything they needed, leaving lube and condoms to lay at Dream's side, hips twitching at the want shuddering through him of how much he needed George to use them on him, like, right now.

Dream had plenty of tactics, fully aware of what the other preferred and enjoyed, knowing how to get what he was after, exploiting the ‘do anything to me’ line because George could never resist it, would take advantage of that offer until Dream was used with disregard, the exact thing he was aching for.

So, he was confused when George did none of that, no rough pressure and unrelenting fingers that stretched Dream nearing on careless and thrusts that pushed him into submission; no, nothing of the sort was present, not an indication of urgency in George's demeanor, who was instead pouring lube right on Dream's dick.

He paused, jerking slightly as the cool liquid hit his skin, thinking back if he said that George was fucking him in the beginning, Dream sure he did, a small hint of displeasure at the travesty of not being fucked flowing in his mind at the direction this seemed to be going.

As the idea settled, of accepting George wanted to ride him, Dream attempted to be fine with this, fine with all his plans being discarded. His eyes fell back to the other, a sigh pulled out from his lips as George stroked him long and slow, only letting Dream be in his hand and not promising much more as he murmured, “Alright, I'm touching you. Now, tell me what you were thinking about that got you so hard and desperate.”

He wanted to ask what George was going to do next, to remind the other of who was on top and bottom, worried George might have not gotten the full picture, Dream hardly able to hold back from begging to be filled, steadying himself to accept what George would give, he was good at that, he could handle always receiving not enough, let the sting of rejection fade and at least have this, at least get this connection.

So, with eyelashes fluttering and back lifting at George curling around the tip of his dick, at just the place he knew Dream liked, twisting to force out the choked words the other soon provided of, “This. I was thinking about this. With your hand on me, you inside me, telling me how good I'm being.”

“Are you being good?”

“Yes,” Dream gasped, feeling his muscles flex, thighs press as far out as they could go, heating with a warmth that would soon start to burn as George’s curved fingers pressed a rhythm right where Dream would feel it the most, focused on the sensitivity up over the head and down where it met the base, making the rambles start to flow from Dream's mouth as he implored, “Please tell me I'm good.”

George squeezed around him, pulling from low on the other's dick until he crested, causing Dream's own chin to tilt back along with the motion, admitting with an amused tint to his tone, “Actually, you are being good for me. Much better than I expected.”

Dream's body was hot, flushing with pleasure at the words, twitching eagerly into George's palm, whimper caught in his throat as he stroked and teased, George satisfied at every reaction the other gave, talking further when Dream became more insistent, “You know, I like this.”

At that word, that indication George so rarely provided, Dream's eyes snapped open, vying for more with a breathless question of, “Like.. what?”

The corners of George's mouth turned upwards, relishing in how the other's curiosity was instantly piqued.

“Well, this,” he gestured over Dream's entire form with his free hand, “There's a lot to like.”

George waited, certain the other wouldn't be able to restrain himself from asking for more, wanting to dissipate the vagueness, having to just know.

“Please, tell me.”

With a drag of palm that sent a shiver to course through Dream, George relented, grin impossible to fully keep off his face as he replied, “I like when you make it so easy.”

He roughly twisted, causing Dream's mind to go blank, a groan irrepressible at the action, trying to keep his heart from thudding too loud, for his pulse to not pound in his ears at hearing George say the word like, and how it applied to Dream.

It was dangerous territory to enter, he knew, they both knew, but, they were going to do it anyway, a kind of recklessness that could only appear here, when words meant more power and to further them together until all space had depleted, wanting for something neither of them could have and compromising with this, sex that would be enough one day, surely, making up for the lack of everything else.

They breathed in heedlessness, exhaled an exchange of something that was only for them, and surged forward.

“I like when you can't hold back your noises,” George murmured, enforcing that very point by driving a thumb that rubbed down on Dream's tip, spilling such sounds George was referring to, “When I see how hard you try to keep them down, but I force them out anyway, I like that.”

Dream whimpered, seeing as George's dark eyes met his when he did so, pathetic as he asked, “You like when I can't handle you?”

“Yeah,” George replied, low and smooth, “You beg for me, with everything you have, needy, like a good boy should be.”

Dream's back was arching higher, forearms straining into the sheets as George brought him up slow, stoking a fire in his gut at every word of praise, at the pass of hand over him, fingers that touched and played and pressed, building up Dream's pleasure that left him dizzy and knowing only to go after more.

His eyes rolled back a bit as suddenly he was enveloped, George grasping him with both hands, moving in opposite directions all with a rhythm that was wrecking Dream, causing his head to move to the side then over to the other side, legs restless, relief growing near.

Right when he thrusted up into the hold the other had around him, George let go completely, letting Dream fall back down, heaving gasps that were tapering off into whines, never wanting to stop.

But, he did as what was requested of him, to just lay back and not demand, Dream sucking in a sharp inhale as George ran his hands over the other's heated skin, just wanting to touch him, only have him.

“I like making you wait,” George said, a leer in his voice, “I like when you have to be patient.”

And, Dream did try. Of course, he wanted to be good, wanted to do as George asked, but he was weak and the hands and pressure from George were much too strong, so he pleaded with a defiance he wasn't trying to have, “Can you give me more?”

He watched as, unexpectedly, George smiled wide in response, saying with warmth, “Oh, and I like it even more when you break, too desperate to have anything else besides me.”

It was like no matter what Dream did, it was the right thing, just what George desired, which was a rare case, they being more often contradicting than not.

Dream was lightheaded as George applied the lube to his fingers, could barely think as the other asked, “You want this?” George pressing down low against Dream, “Think you deserve it?”

Immediately, the mess spilled out of Dream and into his words, all a mix of “Yes,” and “Please,” and a, “I'm good, wanna be your good boy, George.”

So, Dream was opened up nice and slow, George taking his time as they kept talking, murmuring an appraisal of, “I like when you're this way, when all you want is to be fucked.”

This was more than Dream ever thought he would get and he so badly didn't want it to end, these praises that told all he desired to hear, extending it out with his own confession, “I like when you're inside me.”

George hummed, very pleased, and replied, “You just keep being exactly what I want.”

That caused a surge of emotion within Dream, nearly enough to blind, leaving his breath shallow, heart brimming with far too much joy, of which he knew he wasn't supposed to feel, lost on George's approval and wanting to never find himself again.

Though, it was just too much, and with no way to bear it, he knew he might say something. So, when George's hand found his dick again, pulling out from inside Dream for a moment, to get more lube to add additional fingers, he pushed upwards, grabbing George's face in his hands and kissed him in order to release all this pent up not quite frustration, not quite anything, just something that he knew he had for George and pressed it hard against his lips, feeling as hands clutched over his forearms to keep upright, Dream wanting to overwhelm as the other opened up for him, a sigh escaping George's mouth and into Dream's making him left with no choice to push, push until George had to lean down on his elbows and Dream's palm had to rest on the bed as he crowded over the other.

They parted with panted breaths and Dream, pupils blown out wide and voice rife with shakiness could only ask on impulse, “Do you like it when I kiss you?”

George was on a similar kind of divulging information stint as Dream, whispering out a softened, “Yeah,” as he drove forward to connect them again, this time less urgent, but no less deep, George taking back the positioning as Dream became pliant, easy to guide back, laying against the bed with kiss smeared lips and a heavy chest as George pulled away.

Fingers were back inside of him and Dream couldn't keep his eyes from drifting upwards, to see George's parted lips and intent focus he had on him and redness over his mouth that was evidence of Dream being there just a moment before.

The air was choked in his lungs, bursting with too much, all sense spilling out of him as George locked their eyes together and murmured, with a genuine lilt to his tone, “You can't just do that, makes me want you too much, you know.”

Want and like and something all swirled in Dream's muddled brain as stupid, stupid tears began to brim in his eyes, willing the lump in his throat to go away, to not dwell on everything he felt about George, how that same but far too different like and want was reflected back ten fold in him.

He tried to only know what they had now, only feel stimulation, only want sex and nothing else, but, god, did Dream want more, always wanted more. He thought this would work, that they could make this channel and they would be something other than friends while they did so.

Dream didn't know what to do now, with things so messy and them in far too deep, not knowing how to undo the complications he rested heavily upon them.

It was easier when he told himself George had nothing for him, that the other was neutral and merely enjoyed this entertainment they made together, that Dream could crush down the hope before it even had a chance to grow.

But, now, it just felt like it was pouring out of him and there was no way he could stop it.

George, unaware of this whole inner turmoil that was taking over Dream completely, was now beginning to replace his fingers with his condom covered dick, pressing lightly against Dream as he asked, teasingly, “Should I still fuck you?” The question mostly offered as the other had gone a little quiet and George needed to hear him ask and beg to get Dream back fully here again.

“Please,” Dream whispered, anxious as he tugged George forward, “Please let me good and get fucked by you.”

George was never going to say no, even if it felt like that to Dream, felt that everytime they had sex it was crucial and any lack would lead to a lack of them.

Then, with the necessary permission given, George was inside of him, and Dream just wanted it so bad, maybe not in the way the other was thinking going by Dream's reaction, with tears spilling out over his face, George almost concerned by this, but continuing on when Dream pleaded for more.

Praises dripped from George's lips, about how Dream felt so good, how Dream made him feel so good, that Dream was good. The commendations shot through him, bringing everything he shoved down along with it, mind only on George, only wanting George.

Dream matched the thrusts the other placed, pushing his hips up to get more of George, and, as the other whispered, grin lopsided and breathing shortened by arousal, “I like when you do that,” Dream just broke.

“Do you like me?” he murmured breathlessly, not thinking about what he was saying but merely saying, anticipation evident in his expression and glassy eyes peered unabashedly into George's startled ones.

“Oh, uh,” George tried, but failed, ducking his head down and onto Dream's shoulder as he attempted to think of a response because dammit, he was inside of Dream currently and the other was bringing this up now? Not to mention, as just a side-note, them being live as well.

He glanced nervously at the camera before finally facing Dream and said, voice as low as he could make it, “I.. like doing this with you.”

But, Dream wasn't deterred in the slightest, prodding again, “But, do you like me?”

His tone was earnest, his whole being leaning towards George awaiting an answer, Dream so open and honest it was almost making the other hurt.

George played it off as best he could, even if the admittance made his face burn, because he had to give something to Dream who was pretty out of it and definitely didn't know what he was saying right now, responding, “I guess I wouldn't do this with you otherwise, right?”

Dream, with a face and expression so warm, kissed George at that, wanting the words to be imprinted on his lips as the met again and again, mouths and tongues and George's uneven breaths as Dream neared the edge, babbling at the high of his ecstasy and even more at the mind numbing elation of George giving him anything, rambling with hardly any oxygen and several interruptions as he kept kissing George in between the words, “I want you to cum inside me,” Dream breathed in hopeful excitement, “Can you?”

George groaned, eyes barely kept opened as Dream's teeth sunk into his lip, hips more erratic with their connection, knowing that no matter how much he wanted to, they weren't really allowed to with Dream's rules he made in the beginning and also the fact that George wouldn't last long enough to pull out and remove the condom, so he reluctantly denied with, “Another time, Dream, not.. not right now, okay?”

“Does that mean you want to?” Dream pressed, needing to get all he could, everything George could possibly give.

Strained and raw, the other replied, “Yeah.”

And, Dream was only pleased smiles as he left marks over George's neck. “Mine,” he whispered quietly, just for him to say, and George couldn't really breathe when he heard that, focusing instead on grabbing Dream's dick and jacking him off saying, “You've been so good, Dream. So good for me. You can cum, I wanna reward you.”

With that, Dream pushed into George's rapid palm, too incoherent at this point for anyone to make out much of what he was trying to say, too overwhelmed as George praised him into release, finishing with a long drawn out sigh.

He was then sent into gasps and groans and tugs at his hair with George pressing into his prostate and the other calmed Dream's overstimulation by murmuring, “You're good, I'm- I'm close, you feel, fuck, you feel so good, Dream.”

And, with hips snapping fast and hard, George choked as he came, Dream mournful that the other couldn't do so inside of him.

To maybe get that and also just more in general, Dream stopped George from pulling out and asked, “Again?”

But, sadly, George shook his head, drawing Dream's attention over to the camera, of which made him swallow thickly, mind becoming more clear the longer they were slowing down and began to panic about the things Dream was now remembering he said and immediately shut off the camera with a swift mutter of, “Bye guys.”

After the red light indicator went off, Dream couldn't meet George's gaze, putting himself back together now that the whole scene was over and said, “Okay, I'm good now, you can, like, stop praising me and stuff.”

With that, he walked away, leaving George to flop down onto the bed and effectively ended any further discussion as they never brought up what happened today again.

...So, I guess just:

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The way the video showed up on the screen was out of the usual for this channel, a slight unsteadiness and movements fluid made it clear this was handheld, recorded out of the room they always displayed and instead, framed George up close and personal as Dream laughed from behind the camera.

Before much else could be determined, positioning wise, the area surrounding them was vaguely shown first, drifting over an unfamiliar bedroom with lights lower than what lit their professional set up, showing what was more a piece of their personal lives on this impulsively captured clip.

Then, the shot panned over, giving a view of George's shoulders and across his collarbones, to which, upon seeing how the footage looked, Dream leaned back, letting the full, flushed image of George fill the screen.

He was sitting upright, eyes stubbornly cast away with a huff that threaded through his expression, knowing that this was only the beginning of his exposure as Dream murmured warmly, “Oh, George, what are you doing?”

By the clear shirtlessness of him, which indicated further that George was also wearing nothing lower down, though, that wasn't available to see at the moment, only his unimpressed face at Dream's teasing as George flippantly responded, “Um, I'm not doing anything, Dream, obviously?”

He gestured vaguely to his lack of current movement, posture relaxed like he was indeed just having a casual afternoon, that Dream's question was a ridiculous thing to ask, like, come on.

Though, just based on how close the camera was, that Dream could only shift backwards so far onto his headboard, it really gave away what they were doing, where and on what George was truly sitting on.

“Really?” Dream said in utter amusement, a soft hand splaying over George's waist as he mused, words slow as if he was considering this information thoughtfully, mulling it over, knowing something just wasn't quite right with the other's statement, but, alas, he couldn't put his finger on exactly what, commenting, “That's odd, because, maybe it's just me, but, I feel like I'm inside you.”

At that, Dream showed why he had this so strange nagging feeling, pulling the video to show George settled right on his lap and, yes, was currently taking it up the ass, just as Dream said.

“Hm,” he grinned, a slight gasp hinting as the end as George shifted, wanting to put some pressure on the other for exposing him in such a way, though Dream recovered quickly, even if his hips were and have been aching to move for some time now, a barely noticeable strain strung in his voice as Dream continued on with, “And, just because I'm sure everyone is curious, how long have we been like this, George?”

The other turned his face to the side, antsy in wait, as, right around the exact moment Dream had started this recording, George had met his limits, wanting now to get off after all the anticipation, all the slow movements they made together over the time they spent here, with George cock warming, mostly on his phone as he leaned heavy on Dream's shoulder, grin brimming on his face when he rolled down on the other when things were too calm for too long for George's liking, liking that when he did so, Dream's grip would instantly become harsher, a question of, “You wanna do more?” to pass breathlessly from the other's lips, to which George would petulantly shake his head no, that he wanted to make Dream earn it, wait for more, see if he could keep still even if George was, in the other's own words, so tempting.

It was just a game to him, one of the main reasons he enjoyed it, liked the thought of this in the first place, was interested in testing Dream's patience.

There was a control on he had, that he dictated when they started and moved and became closer, that Dream had to heed his wishes because, at any moment, George could get tired of the stillness of sitting, need too pressing to ignore any longer, and they could begin and end in one swift motion.

At this point in time, when this was filmed, they had only tried this particular act once before, and, to say the least, it didn't last very long.

George had gotten bored, restless, pushing until Dream had followed along with him, until any thoughts of waiting were erased from bleary minds to the excitement of skin against skin, action taken over lack of.

But, today, George had just felt a certain type of way, one nearly lethargic, satisfied with a lazy build up as long as he got to watch as Dream slowly fell apart beneath him, which drew his attention for long enough that it led them here.

The camera had thrown a wrench into his plans, and George could only sulk in his craving of desire as Dream taunted him, using this mainly to see if the other would finally act.

Instead, they had to have this conversation, as some form of Dream's retaliation for all George had put him through during this ambiguous time frame that was now going to be laid out, though not by George, who responded to the question with an offhanded, “Not that long.”

“Oh, is that right?” Dream asked, innocent and light, “So, not since this morning, then? It hasn't been, like, hours, George?”

He didn't know why the other insisted on acting like this, playing dumb, to prod until George had no choice but to spill, though, he would be hypocritical as he was doing the same thing, dodging the questions and acting like there wasn't anything untoward going on.

George could only give a small, far too revealing, “Well..” that trailed off, that immediately made Dream press further, grow more bold.

“And, just who was it that wanted to feel me deep inside of them, hm?” Dream asked in a leer, palm now rising over George's ribs, not letting up on his pestering questions.

With an exhale that showed all the amusement that George had none of, he muttered, though it lacked any real annoyance, “It wasn't like you were complaining about it.”

The grin in Dream's voice could be heard as he responded, fingertips resting on the other's chest, murmuring, “Oh, I never am. Not when it comes to something like this.”

Then, he pushed against George, guiding the other back, until he had no choice but keep himself upright with hands leaning George up on the bed, his face only red as Dream stretched the other's leg out further, only intention to display him.

“Does it feel good, George?” Dream teased, a press against the other's stomach, to make the other aware of who was inside of him, to cause a pressure that made George feel every inch of Dream all at once.

His eyebrows drew in just a touch, teeth crest over his bottom lip before releasing it, now more stained in darkened red than before, George breathing in only unsteadiness as the urge to break was weighing him down, that he wanted to feel and feel and never stop feeling after such drawn out anticipation, to give in and take what he desired.

The position had somehow flowed the power from George and into Dream's hand, who was now making the other wait, to only tease and hold back from what they both struggled impatiently to keep away from this whole time.

So, George did the only thing he could and grinded down fast and rough onto Dream, simmering with haughty satisfaction when the other gasped, fingers now uncertain, the recording quality knocked down as desperation ran helplessly through Dream's arm and into the way he shakily held the camera.

“It feels better now,” George replied, moving until Dream had no choice but to drop his phone onto the bed, abandoned in an instance in order to place his hands over George's hips and finally, oh god, finally, get off, letting the screen go to black.

Though, that was not the ending as, with a cut, another video now filled the screen, clearly at an entirely different time, but keeping the same premise.

But, this now showed when they were just getting started, instead of the ending.

George, the classy guy he was, had a shirt on this time, keeping himself perfectly decent, well, that was, until Dream, our faithful cameraman, tilted his phone down, to show that the other was not only bare from the waist down but was also currently prepping himself as he sat on Dream's lap.

He glanced up, letting out a sigh at this development, of how he couldn't cock warm in relative privacy without Dream shoving his phone now recording into his face.

Though George didn't really mind being on video, he often was even in situations like this, it was just, now he had to change his predetermined plans.

“Ugh,” he griped, more dramatic than he even felt, “Now you have to wear a condom, how annoying.”

“Oh, what does that mean, George?” Dream grinned at the other admitting to something without him even having to prompt such a delightful revelation, “You were gonna do it without one?”

That was when George realized the implication of his words, grumbling out a quick, “Shut up,” as he rolled the protection over Dream, “This is your fault.”

“You know,” he began, an edge of something both playful and serious curving around his words, “I wouldn't mind doing it, so scandalously, with no condom. All you have to do is confess your undying love for me, then there would be no problem.”

“I'm not saying that,” George replied in disapproval at even the mention of such a thing, lifting himself up and lining Dream nicely to press inside of him, sliding down until the other filled George entirely, trying to keep any reaction from his movement from his expression, but, even so, George's eyes fluttered slightly and his breath had just the slightest uptick in pace at taking Dream fully.

“Going in raw is kinda vital to the plot at this point,” he mused, voice uneven as the other shifted to settle more comfortably, making Dream excited at every twitch and movement, breathing out, “In order to develop our relationship further, I kinda need to cum inside of you, well, on camera, at least.”

“Jesus, Dream,” George muttered, embarrassment warming his face as he did the same to the other beneath him, “Didn't we agree not to bring that up?”

“I don't remember that,” Dream murmured, clearly pleased at making the other so flustered with his words, “Besides, you were the one who asked for it-”

The phone was then hit out of Dream's hand, cutting off whatever he was going to continue with, making a jump cut commence to later in this same instance, now the camera held by George.

“How do you like it, Dream? Being recorded like this?” he pressed, drawing in close to the other's face, hips moving in an unceasing rhythm that was evidently affecting Dream, who had a hand up over his mouth and eyes cast down to where they were connected.

He only let out a muffled noise in response, to which George grabbed his arm, pulling it away, holding Dream's wrist down as he insisted for a proper answer, “Oh, what? Do you feel shy again? Can't handle it when I'm in your mouth, can't deal with it when I'm basically fucking you at this point, is that it?”

George,” Dream whined, panting and listless as he could only keep still, even as he struggled against it, “Please let me move.”

“No,” the other snapped along with his hips that then pulled a low groan from Dream's tilted back throat, trembling breaths filling the air as George stopped moving entirely, enjoying immensely as the other resisted against this.

He writhed aimlessly, only knowing the flurry of motions and a sudden, cruel halt that kept happening one right after the other as George teased him so, not allowing Dream to calm over this stretch of time extending only as a little more than an hour.

Though, with Dream being played with in this way, unable to move and simply take George's indecisive pace, it definitely felt much longer than that.

“You wanted to do this again, said it was so good in the other instances,” George pointed out, making Dream pout at the other telling this revealing information they shared alone, “Practically begged me, so what's your issue now?”

“You,” Dream choked out, body lifting slightly as George slammed down, only to make the other crumble, but after given a moment to breathe, Dream tried again, “You aren't being slow, you're edging me, instead of being good and taking it quietly like last time. And..”

He flicked his eyes over to the camera that was set solely on his face, moving his head and gaze away from that spotlight as he grumbled, “And, you're showing me on video, I'm the one who's supposed to do that, not the other way around.”

George laughed in utter disbelief, like he couldn't even comprehend that this was what he was hearing. “Wow, Dream. You know groveling would have worked a lot more in your favor instead of this, this pathetic, greedy complaining that's going to get you nothing, right?”

“You aren't doing it right, you're meant to be cock warming me, like I asked.”

“Oh,” George narrowed his eyes with a wicked scold in his tone, “Then you want me to stop? I can end this right here, entirely, if you're gonna be ungrateful.”

Dream let just a bit of his indignation seep out of him in an exhale, asking quietly, “No, I-.. Just let me fuck you.”

But, that wasn't going to happen so easily, not with the audacity Dream had exhibited, George rolling down over the other, his hand sliding off of Dream's wrist until it wrapped around himself as he directly defied the other's wishes, “Actually, I think I'll just leave you here, like this, waiting, since you're acting like that.”

Dream tried to move, to meet George's thrusts pushing onto him, but was stopped with a harsh shove and harsher words from the other, “You're not allowed to do that, keep still, Dream.”

He whimpered as he was forced to watch George get off right in front of him, cries spilling from his mouth as he finished, Dream tugging at his hair at the feeling of George's orgasm around him, falling into frantic pleads in order to appease the other, to not let the threat of being held from release become his reality.

“No, please, George,” Dream sobbed, “I'm sorry. It's good, it feels so good. You're right, I can't take it, that's-that’s why I was being stupid.”

George expectantly waited for more, not letting up until the other was broken down completely, zooming in on the flush of Dream's face, curling a hand on his chin until the other looked into the camera.

He took a breath, releasing pretty much the rest of his defiance as he said, nearly in a whisper, “It's just.. embarrassing. I like it when, when you're only watching me, that's why I get, like, shy.”

“Hm,” George considered, giving the other a test of willpower by driving a light motion into him, in which Dream responded with threadbare restraint, back curved but hips obediently unmoving.

So, with a grin across his face, George allowed the other to have as he wanted, saying, “Alright, just be quick, Dream.”

“Thank you, thank you,” the other breathed, rising to a sitting position, pressing the words into George's shoulder, starting to move the other down as he slammed up. And, as their bodies erased any space between them, the video was no longer able to be recorded, George letting the phone fall against Dream's back as the frame darkened, sending them to change scenes yet again.

The next clip began with Dream lifting both himself and the camera away from George beneath him, his light breathless laugh coming out uncertain as he shook the other from his rapidly approaching unconsciousness.

“George,” Dream prodded, “Wake up, you can't fall asleep when I'm inside of you.”

The other's face pinched in displeasure, grumbling something unintelligible as he refused to both open his eyes and acknowledge the rationality in Dream's statement.

“Come on,” Dream insisted, not letting the other get a chance to sleep, hand over George's shoulder and shaking until the other looked up at him, disparaging and irritated at being bothered in such an uncalled for manner.

“I'm trying to sleep,” George slurred, grumpy as Dream sighed, their thoughts on what they should be doing in this instance clearly being in contradiction.

“You can do that later,” Dream replied, starting to move back and forth into the other, “Do I need to fuck you awake?”

George rubbed at his eyes, all whines as Dream did just that, pressing into where the other was even more sensitive in this state, whimpers spilling from his lips and breaths clipped as his drowsiness was removed with every thrust.

Still, he had to complain in a huff, muttering out, “I'm tired.”

Dream stilled at this, careful as he questioned, even if George's persistent grip on him that didn't let up for a moment told that the other definitely wasn't going to allow Dream to go anywhere, even so, he had to ask, “Do you want me off?”

“Noo,” was George's drawn out protested reply, trying to push Dream to move again.

With a soft chuckle, Dream murmured, “Then what do you want, George?”

With eyes now back closed, voice fading into nothingness, body relaxing a little bit too much into the bed for what he was saying, George mumbled, “Fuck me.”

“For me to do that,” Dream replied reproachfully, roughly tugging George up until he was seated in his lap, eyes flying open at the movement and deepness of Dream inside him, “I'm gonna need you awake and fully here.”

“I am, I am,” George breathed, face buried in Dream's shoulder, not nearly being convincing enough for the other who pushed him back, away from any sense of laying down.

“Then move,” he commanded, not relenting even at George's unamused expression until the other slumped slightly, an exhale of acceptance falling from his lips, George shifting down until the stimulation made all thoughts of sleep disappear completely.

“I was so comfortable,” George griped, no longer lethargic as his hips met with Dream again and again, “Why are you making me do this? Didn't I tell you to fuck me?”

“You're ridiculous,” Dream replied, a quick roll of his eyes present as they reached the edge with each rise and fall together, “How does one even fall asleep in these conditions, me being, like, all the way inside you, that is.”

George half-heartedly lifted a shoulder in a shrug, “Just, you were laying on top of me, like a personal warm blanket, and you weren't moving for a while. Really, it was the perfect time for a nap.”

Dream shook his head in amused disapproval, “Oh, you always think that.”

But, as George's impatience was taking precedence, he guided them back to what he wanted before. “Okay, I'm awake like you wanted, can I just lay down now?”

“Fine,” Dream exhaled, leaning them down and tossing the camera to the side, mouth occupied by George's for much more talking, hands desiring to cover the other instead of worrying about the recording quality, taking us away from this quick cock warming clip and onto the last.

The camera displayed something so rarely shown, screens that were filled with the footage Dream was currently editing, giving a bit of a meta feel to this whole upload, to tie it all together smoothly, connecting all the separate occasions in one.

“I realized we finally had enough to actually make this a video,” Dream explained, clicking on the first timestamp, of them in one of their own bedrooms, lights low and inspiring the rest of the spur of the moment recordings.

He gestured to his monitors, saying, “This was actually one of the very first times we did this. The one before happened pretty much the day after George admitted to wanting it, isn't that right?”

With Dream's words, he let the audience in on the fact he wasn't alone, that George was somewhere very close to the camera, nearly in the same spot as Dream, who spoke up to reply, “Glad you didn't get that one on camera.”

“Oh, why not?” Dream grinned, leaning down his phone to show the mess of George's hair against his chest, “Because it didn't last for very long? Wanna tell them why? That you were just too excited by us doing this little fantasy of yours and kept grinding that made any kind of waiting nonexistent?”

George muttered something, but his mouth was pressed too intently onto Dream, so no one could make out what he said.

Dream continued on, “But, actually, that next time, the one I thankfully recorded, George made it last the longest we have actually ever gone. Just hours until I pulled out the camera and then, suddenly, he was ready to get going.”

George huffed, but didn't respond any further, making Dream reveal, “Really, despite that one instance, George can't really wait without moving, even now,” he demonstrated his point, guiding his phone down to view the position they resided in, George cock warming rather impatiently, shifting into Dream, not even being able to stand it long enough for the other to finish editing, “It's only been ten minutes and he's already like this, not giving me a second to spare to concentrate on putting the clips together, how needy of you, George.”

George stubbornly stopped all his motions in defiance, muttering, “Can you hurry up?”

Dream laughed warmly, ruffling the other's hair, “You don't want to talk about this video? How it's been in the works for months all in the background?”

“Can't you just upload it without any back story, like, who even cares?” George replied exasperated.

“Yeah, but we've never had something like this on the channel, with a theme and multiple clips over a long period of time,” Dream pressed, “I want to give some details, at least. Like how the reason we were in my bedroom instead of the recording room for the first clip was because you wanted to do it so badly you let yourself into my bed and needed me inside you that-”

“Okay,” George interrupted with a slight shake to his tone, “We get the picture. How about I tell them in the second one, you offered multiple times to switch places, just so we would do it, hm? And, that you were complaining when I was on bottom instead.”

“Doesn't seem relevant,” Dream replied, voice low, “But, as long as we're on this subject, why don't we reveal the fact I'm not wearing a condom right about now, and that was only at your stressed insistence?”

Dream pulled his phone down, pushing George's face away from him in order to show his response, to which the other glared at the camera, for several reasons. One, that this recording was taking all of Dream's attention away, that they had to perform instead of getting off. Also, that the other was intent on exposing him every single time.

“Funny how this can be included in the video, but the other time, when I was on top, since even the possibility of protection was denied because you were in charge, that you claimed was your cock warming episode and you could do as you wanted, you said we couldn't include that here, since it was violating your own ‘personal terms of service’, that we had agreed to only show that lack of protection after we reached your ridiculous requirements.”

Dream roughly slammed up into George at that, making the other gasp, taking away the cockiness he was so boldly displaying, responding with, “And, what? You just don't want to mention how close you are to confessing agreement to my so-called ridiculous requirements?”

George bit down on Dream's neck, scathing out, “Shut up, I never said that.”

“No? Not when you spent that night in my room, telling me the things you did? Not when you asked for us to upload more the other day and I wanted to know why? Not when everytime after we're done recording, you always pull on my shirt instead of your own? Not when-”

George crashed their lips together, to get Dream to stop his damn talking, snapping a warning of, “Be quiet.”

Dream didn't have many options, sliding into the hurried pace George created, a rise of something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite annoyance or lust or something casual as they connected at hip and mouth, a bruising force that was only sending them quicker into a demise that was only going to make them fall towards each other, no matter how much they tried to be idiots and avoid it.

The end was inevitable, and, as Dream needed all he could in order to contain George in his hands, the phone was forgotten, set aside as the screen went black, with no further video to fill the empty space for now.

But, as many times as you wanted, you could:

[Replay Video?]

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requested/suggested by: MeepTheOneAndOnly

Chapter 16: Top to Bottom: Live Now!

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Chapter Text

As soon as the video feed turned on, displaying that these two degenerates were now officially live and ready to perform their little horny hearts out, it was clear from the look on George’s face, haughty and leering, that he was up to no good. Much as usual.

Dream had barely settled down, as he was often the one told to start the live, George not wanting to get up and worry himself with anything taxing such as pushing the record button; he was hardly back on the bed and George was already close and taunting.

He was placed in between Dream’s legs, his hand ghosting over the other’s thigh, which drew all attention down to the touch, George leaning until Dream had to shift back just a bit, which made the other grin widely at the space made to allow him near.

“Do you want to bottom?” He asked, with a far too innocuous tone, despite what George was asking and the channel they were on and the general ‘I’m going to mess with you’ tilt of his lips and glint in his eye.

Dream, of course, was wary of this, contemplating for an answer that might be right, even though he knew the other was in no way going to make it easy for him, no matter what he said, so Dream replied with a simple, “Sure, that sounds fine to me.”

Just as he thought, George denied him, drawing out his words in a disparaging, “No, nooo, Dream. I want to.”

There was an amount of unchecked energy and excitement that was present in Dream’s demeanor that didn’t add up to them only just now beginning whatever they were doing, a sigh pulling from his lips at everything George had subjected him to prior to the camera being on, muttering out a low, “Okay, why did you even ask?”

“So, then you know you can’t have everything you want.”

Dream let out a huff, but his focus turned away from what response he was planning to say and onto George’s palm, which was sliding up his waist, gliding over his ribs, and pressing against his chest.

He started to move to lie down, to predict the direction George was sure to be guiding him into, but Dream didn’t get very far, surprised and a little off balance as the other tugged him forward with a strong grip on the front of his shirt.

They were close, Dream’s already darkened eyes searching George’s, his gaze dipping down to the other’s mouth, a glance that was asking permission when he flicked back up.

George only grinned and whispered, his breath over Dream’s lips, “Take this off.”

He released him so the command could be followed, waiting as the other let the words actually reach his brain, Dream stripping himself with only a slight glare at George, for playing with him so.

The moment the article was off, George’s hands were on him, spreading touch and shivers all over Dream as he traced over collarbones and splayed across shoulders and brushed against the other’s abdomen, drawing low and then lower, until Dream was lifting upwards into almost there fingers and teasing palms.

George was gentle and soft, gliding over skin, making the other wait for more, all while showing that this, wherever his hands touched, was his to have. Every fingertip over bone and knuckle against muscle made Dream twitch and draw in to George.

Then, there were only grasps and harsh grips, pinches and rough presses of nails into nipples and skin, George making the other let out muffled noises as he took what he wanted, as hard as he wanted.

Dream sucked in a breath as George scraped down his stomach, right over sensitivity, driving down until his thumbs glided over the band of Dream’s pants.

“The rest,” George demanded, looking straight at the other, like he was waiting for resistance, “Off.”

There wasn’t much protest simmering inside Dream, at least with no real bite to his words or sting to the looks he cast at George, doing as he was told, as this meant they were getting somewhere at least.

And, he was very much encouraged when the other unbuttoned his pants, pulling the tab of zipper to ease the restrictive, strained fabric from Dream, and, of course, to put him on display.

George watched enraptured as the other pulled the clothes down, exposing himself solely because that’s what he wanted, Dream stilling as he was blocked from any further removal by George between his thighs.

“Can I take these off?”

With the corners of his mouth pulling upwards, he leaned a finger over Dream’s hipbone, replying, “Isn’t that what I told you to do?”

George knew exactly what Dream was asking, indicating that he needed the other to move in order to perform such actions, Dream tilting his head to the side in displeasure, able to only get out, “You know I mean-“ before his words were cut off by George, who pushed himself upwards, lips against Dream’s, sliding onto the other’s lap as the clothes were quickly gotten rid of now that access was granted.

Now, they were connected, George sitting on Dream, still fully clothed, while the other was scandalously clad in absolutely nothing.

With just enough distance between their hips to keep Dream wanting, George drove them together, deeper, pulling at the edges of his hair until the other moved where he wanted him to be, hands over Dream’s jaw and down his neck, sliding down along his back, pushing slightly against his spine, making the other curve closer, but not quite enough.

George made Dream taste him, think only of him, want for more and more of him, mouth and tongue and lips and hands, touching and taking, slowing down until Dream had no choice but to chase after him, then pace becoming demanding to make Dream overwhelmed and breathless.

There was only a taunt to action and movements, George placing his touch over biceps and digging his nails into thighs, pushing and pulling until Dream was aching against his stomach.

He separated them finally, placing a firm palm over the other’s shoulder to stop him from coming after him, George grinning as his eyes dipped down, Dream’s own gaze following the line of sight with a hard swallow down his throat, knowing exactly where the other would land.

“You’re a mess, Dream.”

“You did it, so you deal with it.”

George tried to keep the amusement off his face, to scold, but it was far too playful, “Oh, is that right?”

Dream nodded, anticipation high as George’s hands made their descent down, muscles going lax in disappointment as they merely wrapped around Dream’s own instead.

He guided them low, taunting, “Touch yourself, since you’re too impatient.”

Dream did so, both hands curling around himself, placed there by George, who didn’t let go, directing the other’s touch with insistent palms, fingers pressed into knuckles that didn’t allow Dream to have any decision on pace or position or movement.

George made him use two hands, having Dream fully envelope himself, twisting the hands beneath his grasp until the other shuddered, pulling up and dragging down hard until Dream’s chest rose in uneven breaths, making Dream squeeze until his head tilted back and eyelids became almost too heavy to keep open.

Until Dream was exactly where George wanted him to be.

He stopped them both completely, murmuring out a quick, unyielding, “Keep still,” as George placed one hand down on Dream’s hip, directing the other to thrust up into the grip around him, watching as his wish was heeded, Dream moving upwards, the unmoving hands sliding up and down over himself at the action.

“Do it again.”

“Ugh,” Dream groaned, snapping up into his own slick hands, kept in place by one of George’s own while the other commanded his movement up, again and again, unable to look away from the crest and fall of himself, a stimulation that made his eyelashes flutter and excitement tick upwards.

And, of course, that was all brought to a crashing halt as George tugged him harshly away, disparaging a low chastisement of, “No hands, Dream,” taking away the very touch he put there; to make Dream do as he commanded, removing that all as George pressed the other’s palms down into the bed behind his back.

He could only whine, disagreeing greatly with how George was guiding him to do nothing, Dream bucking his hips into nothing, whimpering at the loss of touch that was around him just a moment ago.

“Hm,” George mused, seeing the other try to move, even though he wasn’t supposed to, “Do you need me to tie you up? So you can’t do anything? Would you like that?”

Dream huffed out his response, “I don’t see literally any reason why I would.”

George shook his head in utter disapproval, reminding Dream of his place with a remark of, “I’ll fill up that smart mouth of yours with something else if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Go right ahead,” Dream offered to the other, glancing down at George, still fully dressed, which was a shame, “Why are you still wearing clothes anyway?”

He was kept restrained, with George trapping him down as he sat on his lap, sliding one hand to cover Dream’s wrists as he brought the other up to the front of his pants, George pulling himself out of them, ignoring Dream’s pointed look that told him he was not pleased that the other wouldn’t just strip.

“Since you responded so enthusiastically,” George grinned, stroking over himself as Dream watched openly at the movement, “You can go ahead and suck my dick.”

“I’ll do that as soon as I’m allowed to move.”

Then, with a slide of thighs that pulled him off from on top of Dream and a lift of hand that rested in the other’s hair, George grasped, tugging on the locks of hair as he so generously offered, “Here, I’ll help you.”

He shoved Dream down, palm on the back of his head and fingers twisted into his hair, pressing the other until his face was down against his now exposed dick, making Dream lean up on his hands and knees in order to take George into his mouth.

All attempts to wrap his hands around George or to just literally have any control in the slightest were all brushed away. Dream’s hands were flicked off from their desired place around the base of George, who pulled away the touch, insisting again, “No hands.”

Dream’s palms were planted on the other’s thighs, the closest he could get to George, his mouth and face moved down and up for him as he was made to take George down all the way at every single thrust, groaning and choking as his throat was abused.

However, that only encouraged the other, along with how Dream put up no resistance, letting George have all the power he wanted, which, clearly, was all of it.

He had to take a long moment to only gasp when he was released, Dream panting and left raw as he leaned his forehead over the other’s knee, sputtering out, “Fucking hell, George.”

Which, that made the other grin, at how Dream couldn’t handle it, that his voice was raspy, pleased until he glanced down at the mess the other made of him.

“You got my pants all wet,” George grumbled, his face pulling into a grimace as he touched against the saliva-soaked fabric.

“Well, yeah. But, I got your dick wet, soo..”

George rolled his eyes at such a statement, shoving the other’s face down into the bed in retaliation, sarcastically replying, “Ha ha, funny, Dream. Trying to distract me, I see. But, don’t think I don’t see what you want.”

“Which is?” Dream asked, muffled as he was pressed into the sheets.

“Me inside of you.”

Dream shifted, because yes, yes he did. He slid his knee up to cover himself, to hide from the reaction that was spurred by the other’s words. He was unable to do anything about anything with how his face was placed against the mattress, on display, on his knees for George, and he didn’t even get the reward of being fucked despite his position. He exhaled, saying a slow, careful, “I wouldn’t mind that, but it doesn’t seem like that’s what you want.”

“Then what do I want?”

Dream blew out a breath, like that would somehow give him any answers to whatever George was ever up to, which it didn’t, responding with an exasperated, “I don’t know? Probably to fuck with me?”

“Or,” George provided graciously, sending more pressure down onto Dream’s head, “Maybe for you to beg, submit to me, be my little bitch, or, better yet, be my toy.”

“You want a lot from me.”

At that, George tugged Dream’s hair up roughly, his neck straining as he was forced to crane up in order to look at George above him, who murmured, “Yeah, and you’re gonna give it to me.”

Dreams sighed, and considering how he was right now, in this whole situation, how he made his day and very life to be this way, he couldn’t really deny that, spilling out a worn down, “Go ahead, sir.”

George’s eyebrows rose in surprise and intrigue, and, as he continued to pull Dream up by his hair, guiding him until the other was sitting fully up again, musing a hedged, “So, what? You want to address me like that, as your superior or something?”

Dream leaned his face to the side, admitting with a slight grin on his lips, “Well, I mostly did it to mock you, but, I mean, if you’re into that..”

And, as his reward for speaking as he did, George sunk his fingers down deep into the other’s hair, scolding with a vicious tug, Dream having to press teeth into lip to keep from letting out the groan that action threatened to spill.

“You’re playing with me, Dream,” George sighed, relenenting his grip so Dream would open his eyes again, continuing when the other’s gaze was on him, “But, I’m in charge of this game, and I want you to lose.”

“You’re so-“

“What?” George cut him off with a challenge in his voice, “Just what am I, Dream? Am I frustrating you?” His hand slid down until it wrapped over the side of the other’s throat, eyes flashing with satisfaction when Dream tilted his chin upwards to allow the touch, asking for more of it, George’s question low as he asked, “Am I aggravating?”

“You’re tempting,” Dream murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting, like he wasn’t in such a wrecked state, like he could flirt his way into George’s heart, which, to be fair, was definitely working.

There was something about Dream’s attitude right now that George couldn’t help but like, how the other was defiant with words but compliant with actions. Willing to do as he was told but gave enough pushback that made satisfaction even sweeter when George won in the end.

“How tempting?”

Dream ran his gaze freely over George, as if he couldn’t look away if he tried, solidifying his answer of, “Enough that it pains me that you're still dressed while I have nothing on.”

George allowed the next, because he wanted more, wanted to keep teasing Dream and the only way to devolve further was to push forward, offering, “Then take them off for me, hm? Would you like that?”

“Don’t see a reason why I wouldn’t,” Dream breathed, his hands already pulling off the clothes with quick efficiency, leaving them both bare.

George let out a soft laugh, “Oh, so now you’re all for my ideas, I see.”

“Of course, as long as they’re, you know, good ones,” He replied, smoothing a light touch over George’s waist, quickly and barely there so the other wouldn’t shoo him away, Dream’s attention sliding to the side, following the other’s movement in the direction of what they needed next.

With a slide of his hand over to grab some of the necessary supplies, now held between his fingertips, George contemplated for a moment until he offered out his thoughts, “I have another one I think you’ll enjoy.”

“I really want to trust you on that,” Dream murmured with a smile tugging on his lips, indicating to the state he was in currently and all of George’s whims that led him there, yet, like the generous man Dream was, he conceded with, “But, I’ll still hear you out.”

“You always do,” George said, amused and cocky, tearing the edge of the wrapper and placing the condom over Dream.

“I’m liking it so far,” The other provided offhandedly, encouraging George on, Dream’s gaze snapping down quickly when the other’s head made a descent as well. With lips wrapped around Dream, George took him down, pulling off to show, in his utter self-satisfaction, that he was successful in putting on the condom with his mouth.

“What did you think?” He asked, leaning in close to Dream, a finger sliding up his chest to taunt and prod words.

His hands were clenched down, to keep from reaching out, feeling the strain against his stomach, Dream kept here for far too long, breath shaky as he responded in a surrender of, “I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good trick.”

“Hm,” George hummed, pleased in the appreciation he saw of his work; how Dream was resisting so hard to keep back and keep still, like he was told to do, but the little condom move was making that far more difficult, “Then, if I’m understanding what I think I am, and correct me if I’m wrong, but is it that you want to be inside me?”

“Yes, George,” Dream replied, with an exaggeration in his tone, like the other had finally reached this hard to solve conclusion after all this time and all he could feel was relief, “I’m so glad you figured it out, I just.. didn’t know how to say it.”

“That’s alright, Dream,” George continued on with this little ruse, lifting himself up, palms over the other’s shoulders, lining up and sinking down in swift motions, his tone a little breathless as he sat fully on Dream, “You have me, a genius, to read all the subtle hints you left.”

“Right,” Dream murmured, focused more on the feeling of the other around him and less on their conversation, “Me stripping for you, me taking off your clothes, me telling you to do whatever you want to me, it’s real subtle, I apologize.”

“No need to be all bashful, Dream,” George admonished with a wide grin, moving his hips slowly onto the other, “All you have to do is say, ‘George, handsome, well-endowed George, can you please take a break from constantly topping me so I can fuck you once, pretty please?’”

“So simple,” Dream exhaled, hands hovering around the other even though they weren’t allowed to land down, “Don’t know why I didn’t think to say that. Then, can I?”

“No.”

Dream let out a soft, frustrated groan, never given anything to make a semblance of progress, only seeing George’s wicked grin, how he would get nowhere if the other had anything to do with it.

“George,” Dream warned, the indication he was reaching a limit and it was only being neared closer with how they were connected together.

“Be patient,” George scolded, “We barely started.”

“This is far from the beginning, I can assure you,” Dream muttered, eyes down low, thoughts growing more fuzzy, knowing only the edge and becoming increasingly unsure if he would reach any end.

“Oh, so is that why I was already prepared to take you, Dream?” George questioned, like he didn’t know the answer, “Is it because that’s what you were doing earlier?”

Dream’s chin was tilting upwards, palms resting lightly on the other’s thighs, and he was lucky to even have that, responding with a clipped, “Yeah, but you didn’t let me do anything, even when you got off, and you’re still not letting me do anything, so it makes sense if I’m a little impatient, doesn’t it?”

And, all that anticipation came to a head, breaking Dream’s restraint as George drove down rough, with the intent to make the other move, pleased as he immediately did so, thrusting up into George, who stopped him, fretting that Dream would disobey him like this.

“You’re not allowed to move, Dream,” he said, instigation in his gaze as he flicked Dream’s hands away from any purchase on his hips, George ceasing all movement as the other struggled to comply, then failed completely when the shift of hips started anew.

Dream couldn’t stop himself from moving, not when he was pushed as far as he was, especially at the way George was grinding down onto him and all he could feel and think and want was more of that increasing hot pleasure.

George sighed in disappointment at Dream not following his orders, threatening, “You keep that up and I’ll tell them things. You know you have to be good for me.”

“I’m trying,” Dream defended, about to say more when his head whipped back and hips bucked up as, at the statement, George moved at just the right angle, just where Dream needed it the most.

George tsked, mulling over his next words until a smile was across his lips, musing out something that would make the other go right back into his place, “Did you guys know that Dream likes me?”

The other froze, in disbelief at what had just spilled from George’s mouth for a moment, but that was quickly swept away from his mind as the other went faster, pressing them together and driving his face down to kiss Dream and make anything he said become forgotten.

Any response or argument was melted off his tongue, words pulled from his mouth by George’s, Dream leaning in as close as he could get, relieved he was finally getting something, pushing and taking and giving until the other had enough.

George pulled away, eyes soaking in Dream’s wrecked, pathetic state, how he was breaking him down, bit by bit.

Dream knew he was being edged, and that he had been this entire time, feeling as George slowly made him desperate until they reached this point, where he wasn’t going to be able to keep still, and George planned for that exact fact.

So, George kept divulging things, ones he shouldn’t even know himself, leaving Dream embarrassed and struggling.

“Dream likes it when I say his name, when I just can't help it,” George murmured, running his hand down the other’s cheek, “You know that one video all those uploads back when I did so on camera? You don’t even want to know how many times he’s watched it, just for that part.”

With a heated face and warmth building in his gut, Dream was burning in all ways, hearing these secrets about him revealed, resistance dwindled because his mind could only think of George, who distracted him with lips and bites and harsher thrusts, making him dizzy until the confessions about himself seemed unimportant.

“You like it, Clay?” George whispered against his mouth, “You want me to say it more?”

“George,” was all Dream could whimper, because he was close, like really dangerously close, but he was still not supposed to be moving, even though George's pace was infuriatingly inconsistent and all he could think was to get more.

But, that all came to a halt when George leaned down, guiding Dream’s jaw up, taunt in his voice as he made them meet eyes as he leered, “Do you guys want to hear how Dream started this channel as an excuse to be with me?”

Dream’s eyes widened, a stunned realization coursing through him, at how they were live, his hand rising up to grasp over George’s waist, the other smiling so pleased and confident, which was wiped from his face completely when Dream shoved him down on his back, taking back all control, reprimanding with a low warning of, “You’re getting a little too bold for my comfort, George.”

Trying to regain the breath that was knocked out of him, at the switch of their positions and how the other was slamming into him, George managed to get out in a protest, “I’m supposed to be on top, this- this is my video.”

Dream shook his head in utter dissent, “Oh, no. You lost those privileges.”

George was full of whines, attempting lamely to slow Dream’s pace in order to get back into the dominant role, griping with a pout, “This isn’t fair, you promised that, ah, I could be in charge.”

“I changed my mind, you get too greedy with power.”

He huffed, but there wasn’t much else George could do with Dream slamming into him like this, complaining, “But, I wanted to fuck you.”

“No,” Dream disgreed heavily with that claim, “You were trying to fuck with me, and now you get to see what happens when you take it too far.”

And, since George was weak, even if this wasn’t what he intended to happen, he began to get lost quickly in the feeling of Dream inside of him, starting to meet the other’s thrusts and giving up his power with the movement. Right when he did so, though, Dream slowed down, causing George to whine, trying to pull Dream back to that insistent pace, “At least get me off then.”

Instead of doing so, Dream bit George’s ear and traveled down over his neck, only with teeth digging into skin with no soft reminder of lips or soothe of tongue, putting George back into his place with words and hips that never gave what the other wanted, whispering, “I’ll decide if you deserve that.”

George was trying his best to pull Dream forward and gave up in a sigh of defeat after that, his neck lifting up into the other’s stinging mouth, letting his guard down to be taken slowly as Dream suddenly pushed into him, rough and unyielding. George couldn’t keep up at all, choking as the intensity ramped up so quickly without warning.

He groaned in frustration when Dream shoved George’s wrist down onto the sheets so he couldn’t touch himself, whimpering pathetically at his immobility and then crying when Dream finished and he didn’t. George objected to this injustice, against all the cease of movement, but all his attempts to keep Dream close were useless as the other then pulled out entirely.

“Dream,” George pleaded, hips moving into nothing, a slight sob in his tone at the lack of stimulation he had, empty and not allowed any relief, both of his hands now held by the other against the bed, so he couldn’t do anything.

“Since it seems like we’re revealing everything to everyone today, how about we tell them that I told you the idea for this channel after the first time we had sex?” Dream inquired, pleased at how the other’s face flushed, prodding further with, “So, if you didn’t know we were going to do this, why did you want to have sex with me, then? Hm, George? Care to explain yourself?”

“I hate you,” George grumbled.

“Oh, what? You can’t take it, George?” Dream asked innocently, running a hand down to spread the other out further, seeing the stretch he caused, “But, huh, it looks like you took it so well.”

Dream acted like he was contemplating over such an odd conundrum, reaching a conclusion with a soft, “Wait, I see now. You feel empty, is that it?”

George writhed as Dream pressed a finger against him, teasing but not doing any more to actually push inside.

“Touch me, please,” George begged, moving in a way that got him absolutely nowhere.

“No,” Dream stated simply, “I want to tell them how you agreed to do this, just so we could be together in this way, isn’t that right? That you used this as an excuse, too.”

“Okay,” George conceded under his breath, “I get it.”

Dream smiled, enjoying that the other was giving in to him, “You learned your lesson?”

“Yes, please, Dream.”

“Mm,” he mused, satisfied but always wanting to get more, to hear all George should do to make it up to him, “What do you say?”

George let out a breath, resisting Dream’s grip a bit before going lax as he looked away from the other vehemently, finally relenting, “I’m sorry, just.. give me anything, fucking hell.”

Dream slid his fingers into George, aware he had already won this game, grinning, “Is this okay?”

“Yes, yes,” the other enthusiastically assented, “I like it, do more.”

“And, do you like anything else?” Dream prodded as he created a rhythm, curling up into where George wanted him, a heavy implication on his words, even if they came off as rather casual, the other knew they were anything but.

George turned his face to the side at what Dream was asking, hiding away from the question he didn’t want to answer, but really, the action gave him away anyway.

“Don’t worry,” Dream said breezily as he pleasured the other, “I’ll get you to admit it eventually.”

“Maybe if I hear it from you first,” George huffed out, words muffled slightly with his mouth pressed against his arm.

Dream tilted his head to the side in consideration, “Hm, I didn’t think about that.”

And, with how he was rubbing and pressing into George, their conversation diverged, with George whining for more and Dream deciding whether or not to give it to him.

“You wanna fill my mouth?” He offered, making the other open his eyes in surprise, Dream’s voice was smooth as he continued, “Like you threatened me before?”

George shuddered, needing all the other could give him right about now as he pleaded, “Yes.”

Dream didn’t hesistate, leaning down to wrap his mouth over George, sucking where he knew the other was most sensitive, and finger fucked him until George was driving up fast into Dream around him. And, right when he started to get excited, erratic in movement as he neared the edge, Dream pulled off and let the other come on himself.

“Can’t reward you too much,” he rasped, drawing out George’s pleasure as his fingers kept moving and pushing.

George was overwhelmed as Dream kept milking him, whimpering with his eyes screwed shut and breath choked as he was pushed into another orgasm when the other jerked him off, to get those very results.

Dream continued, not easing up in the slightest, making George struggle against him, any words too difficult to muster up in his wrecked state, so Dream did it for him, asking, “Did you get enough now, George?”

With his voice slurring from the overstimulation, he replied, “Yes, I- you did good, Dream. It’s enough, ah, please.”

His face was smeared in a haughty grin as Dream pulled away from the other, drawing in close to George’s ear to whisper, “Don’t forget that I'm the one who lets you be in charge, okay?”

Now able to gain back some of his bearings, George was able to shoot back with, “Yeah? And, why do you even allow me to in the first place then? Just because you like it? That you want to give me power just so I wield it against you, huh?”

Dream sighed at being caught like this, but he couldn’t help his soft smile at how weak George made him, and, even if he was perfectly capable of taking control back at any time, he couldn’t deny that the other was right, that it happened because he wanted it.

“Let’s agree to keep some secrets to yourselves, yes?”

“Yeah,” George replied as he side eyed the camera before drifting his gaze back to Dream, “Unless I can use it to my advantage, of course.”

“Right, of course,” Dream breathed with a light, exasperated shake of his head as he got up and shut off the video feed, plunging the screen into darkness.

Hm, plot, perhaps?

So, just look at this button, since that’s all that’s left, I guess:

[Playback Stream?]

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requested by: lordANDsaviour

Chapter 17: Homo Alone: Watch Now!

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A video? So soon after the last? They must be getting busy lately.

The set-up for today, after the whole loading screen and the anticipated wait that gave viewers time to get any, uh, necessary supplies ready for what was about to be displayed for them, was different than usual.

This was mostly due to Dream being the only one in frame, the camera void of George, who wasn’t just off to the side this time but absent entirely, leaving Dream alone, sitting on a chair in front of a mysteriously blank wall, clad in merely boxers.

“Yes, it’s just me today,” he spoke up, getting the obvious out of the way, “George is off somewhere, abandoning me like the cruel man he is.”

Dream sighed dramatically, like he had the entire burden of keeping this channel alive, even if the other was only going to be gone for a few days and would definitely be back to perform again, no need to worry.

Besides, George being gone was the whole plot for this recording, with Dream explaining that with, “I’ve had this idea for a while, being solo and all, but it’s just a lot more fun, and much more heavily requested, for us to participate in these activities together.”

“Now we have no choice, George is gone,” Dream stated solemnly, “This is something we just have to accept, leaving me with no other option than to get off on camera all by myself, of course.”

He grinned at this, and even if his hand started to pull down, heading towards the main attraction of the show he promised, Dream hesiated, an uncomfortable shift running off the lift of his shoulder and shuffle of his feet at actually going through with this. Despite having planned this a couple of months ago, actually doing it was a lot more nerve-wracking than he expected.

“It’s so weird doing this without George,” Dream admitted, mostly to himself, slightly under his breath, looking down at his lap in a question of his whole entire life and also the situation he presented before him, “How do I even start something like this?”

Dream reached over for his phone, giving a disparaging look to the camera, and before anyone even had a chance to call him out, he defended himself with, “I just need something for inspiration, that’s all. Just to get this thing going, you know?”

He was settled with this blatant excuse to watch a past video of him and George, which was exactly what he pulled up, unabashed as Dream skipped to the more interesting part like he memorized the time stamp, getting himself comfortable on his chair as his inspiration played, their first upload onto this channel.

Indistinct parts of their previously recorded conversation could be heard from the speaker that Dream held, who was growing in his pants every passing second. He shifted as he watched the stream, his legs drifting a little bit further apart, displaying himself and the arousal he was causing by his indulgence in his own porn.

Dream’s chin tilted up a bit, his mouth going parted as a vague ‘Let me feel’ from George on the recording could be vaguely made out, his hand sliding down over himself lightly as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen, like he was following along with George’s past actions, pressing down with his palm where he was now evidently excited, following the movement the other guided on past him, who Dream was envious of right about now when he had to do everything himself.

He let out an exhale at the pressure, then glanced up at the camera and cleared his throat. Dream set his phone to the side, out of view, audio turned off, but clearly let the video keep playing silently, as shown when Dream’s eyes flicked over every now and then, giving him away in how he was still watching them covertly to get himself off.

After attention could be focused fully on himself again, Dream’s hands were down beneath his clothes, stroking slow motions under the fabric, his eyes down and rapt, Dream watching himself.

Then, as he remembered this wasn’t just for him, he muttered a reminding prompt of, “I should probably take these off. People always want to see, so demanding,” as Dream stripped off his boxers, his hand kept around himself. He tried to hedge his shyness by covering up discreetly, not used to being viewed in sole focus like this, not knowing how to ease the tension he felt stupid for feeling, especially at how filled out this channel was of things just lilke this.

“I’ll just talk,” Dream decided after a moment of suffocating silence, as he began to jerk off, easy and light, “My plan is for George to also make his own video sometime, and we’ll cut them together.”

His phone dinged after this revelation, causing Dream to instantly whip his head over, sighing in disappointment as he got rid of the notification. He explained the reason for his reaction with, “I may have texted George to give me some jack-off material, but he hasn’t responded. What could he be up to? Why is he ever doing anything other than doing me?”

Dream grinned at his own joke, thoughts heading down as his hand did the same, rising and falling in motions that made his tongue looser and awkwardness fade.

“We actually do it more off camera than on,” he mused, “Mostly because George prefers it that way. I don’t mind the recording, even if we don’t even post it. He says it’s weird to watch himself and doesn’t understand why I like it so much.”

Dream paused on his exposure of himself and the other, his jaw tipping back and his eyes fluttering as he twisted over his tip, continuing with an increasing strain in his voice, “I guess it’s because I’m so used to watching him, that’s what I had to do for years.”

With his chest more rapid with his breaths, Dream had to confess more, “And, of course, I like being able to keep them after we’re done.”

He swallowed a little at that, as if there was more weight to the statement than just a desire to keep a recording when a session ended. That this whole channel was a constant temporary solution to a problem he had created. That any further development could cease at any moment and this would be all that was left.

But, with Dream’s fist working over his dick, there were much more important things to think about, such as getting off and imagining the other’s touch on him, just like what was being displayed on the video still playing on the side. This sentiment was heightened as, then, Dream finally got the reply he had been waiting for.

He stared at the picture sent, his hand moving fast and then faster, crumbling to pieces as Dream got exactly what he wanted for the requested jerk off material, letting him reach his end with whatever provocative photo George so kindly provided for just him.

With his lip in between his teeth, Dream spilled over his own hand, chasing the pleasure for every last ounce he could get, especially as any of his own desires about doing things with and also just doing George would have to wait until the next excruciatingly long next few days passed.

He sighed as he looked down at his own mess, Dream’s gaze flicking up to soak in all the details of the George picture for not the last time in the next coming weeks, he so cruelly gatekeeping the exact subject of the image as he put away his phone, claiming, “That was just for me, sorry guys. It’ll join the rest of George exclusive content that only I will ever have.”

That said album was only growing in size, and Dream grinned at this fact as he turned off the camera to his solo masturbation session that somehow centered entirely around George, who wasn’t even there.

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Now, as foreshadowed by Dream’s aforementioned plan for this second part of the video, it was George’s turn.

He appeared on camera fully clothed, something he didn’t think about as it meant he had to give a whole strip show, George looking unamused at what he was about to perform. All for an audience he couldn’t even see and not having the distraction that was Dream to curb that awareness of being recorded while getting off.

“Why am I doing this?” George grumbled, looking off to the side that had no one to focus his attention on, his face showing an internal contemplation stewing on whether he should continue or not.

The debate was short-lived, as George turned back, narrowed eyes on the camera that merely blinked a red light at him, and he was set with just diving head first into his first solo work.

His shoulders eased with the tension he was holding there, giving in to the little schemes the other always put him through. Even now, when he wasn’t even there to enforce anything, George was still compliant.

“Dream is always on something, I swear,” George muttered, his hands and eyes sliding down to the hem of his shirt.

He considered his clothes, wondering aloud to himself, “Did he even ask for me to undress on camera? I can’t remember.”

George’s head tilted to the side, mulling over how much he was going to give, especially if it wasn’t requested from him. Though it would be too much of a pain to start the recording over, and even if he should have already been ready and stripped before beginning, giving a show was a better alternative than having to do something so difficult like editing this video, of which he had done very few times for this and his other channels. So, with a breathed out, “I better not be doing this for nothing,” George rid himself of his shirt.

There wasn’t often an unobstructed view of him like this, usually all gazes moving to the action that was usually happening elsewhere, performed by Dream, of course. Not nearly enough time was given to simple drooling over George’s exposed chest, his pink, perky nipples, a temptation that made all jealous when Dream’s envious mouth got to capture such a delicious sight in his mouth. George’s smooth expanse of skin was dotted with light freckles, his waist curved enough for a perfect place to lay palms against, and a jut of hip bones so tantalizing as they peeked out from his sweatpants.

And, those were the next item to be removed, leaving George in his already tented boxers. The fabric stretched tight around him, a wrap around thighs that begged to be tainted by lips and teeth, calves flexed and poised in a display that sent all into heedless lust. Not even to mention when George was ever so gracious to turn around, to show how the material formed around him in just the right way, with an ass so dummy thick it sent everyone down 100 IQ points by just the thought of it.

The perfect package, and we haven’t even gotten started on the actual package.

Which was then brought out at the discarding of the last of his clothes, George left on display with a dick that was literally porn worthy. A pink tip that matched his pretty blushed lips that parted when his hand wrapped around himself, a drag of his palm that sent a slight shiver down his spine, revealing that he must have been waiting to do this for some time before the recording even started.

His legs spread to get more of his own touch, George curling his fingers in all the places he liked most, his thumb rubbing down until his breaths began to turn into gasps. The muscles in his arms went taut, his wrist more impatient as his strokes became not enough to satisfy, a huff passing from George as he slowed slightly.

It usually didn’t even take him this long to get off on his own, but there was always a stimulus, something for George to focus on rather than being the material himself. Not like it didn’t feel good, now and the other times he jerked off. It was just better when Dream..

Speaking of Dream, George thought to himself, as this was his internal stream of consciousness, Why not let him do some of the work?

Before even getting halfway through on his own, George had his phone in his free hand, his other picking up the pace as he dialed Dream’s number, the call being picked up almost immediately.

“Hi, Dream,” George spoke breathlessly, a grin tugging on his lips.

The other over the phone speaker sounded a little confused, asking, “Why do you sound like that?”

George let out an exhale, annoyed that he had to explain because he knew Dream knew, responding with, “I’m doing the video you told me to do right now.”

“What?” Dream questioned incredulously, “Why are you calling me, then? That’s not even fair, I didn’t get to.”

“How is that my fault?” George questioned in amusement at the other’s displeasure at losing such an opportunity.

Dream just sighed, accepting that there was nothing he could do about it now, such a devastating shame, deciding to lay into the other as recompense for this by saying, “You know it’s been like one day since I left, right, George? You know you could have waited, I dunno, a full 24 hours to pass before making this video. I mean, I did say you had all week.”

“I just wanted to get it over with,” George muttered as a poor excuse for his weakness.

Sure,” Dream replied, not believing it for one single second, “Not because you miss me so bad, nothing like that.”

George scoffed as his face was tinged with a telling blush, “Yeah, nothing stupid like that. This is purely for business reasons.”

“Always all business and no pleasure,” Dream scolded lightly, “Even when I know you’re touching yourself right now, using me to get off.”

“I’m doing no such thing,” George defended, as his fist was working over himself and his voice was strained and his hips were twitching up at every stroke, “You have no proof.”

“Hm,” Dream mused, “You should turn on the camera.”

George glanced up at the recording device that was currently in front of him, capturing every moment of this conversation and the action of George’s hand that he was denying was happening, replying, “It’s already on.”

“No,” Dream breathed out in exasperation, going a little quieter like that would help him not be heard by the audience, his attempt was a complete failure as Dream added, “So I can see.”

George gasped in admonishment, reprimanding the other for such a dirty request, “Dream, that’s so inappropriate.”

“I thought you weren’t doing anything?” Dream questioned, trying to play off his innocence even though he was caught in 4K.

“I lied, just to expose you for the degenerate you are.”

Dream’s eye roll came through in his voice, “You’re such an idiot. And, besides, why does it matter? You’re doing this for me anyway. It’s my little show and I should get to enjoy it.”

“No,” George argued, “This is for the audience.”

“Really?” Dream pressed in utter doubt to that statement, “Then what are you thinking about right now? As you jerk yourself off to my voice? Go on, let me hear it.”

George flushed red, both from the words that were exposing him and the hand on himself that was bringing him closer to the edge, huffing in a way that slid far too close into a whine, “I- I’m not thinking about anything.”

“Yeah?” Dream murmured, boldness growing as he knew George and his tells, as well as how to exploit them, “You’re not thinking about my hand? You told me once that your own doesn’t quite measure up anymore. That you would much rather have mine on you instead.”

“I-“ George tried to defend, but anything fell flat, even to him, grumbling out, “It’s just different. You know that.”

“It’s alright, George,” Dream patronized him with a smooth, teasing tone, “I don’t mind that you use me to get off, I do the same thing. No need to be shy, you can admit it.”

“I don’t think you should even admit something like that,” George disparaged.

“You know,” Dream hooked in rising interest, making the other focus on the phone and what was about to be said, “I was thinking about you the whole time I made my video. I couldn’t stop, honestly.”

George began to work a little faster, a rasp in his voice as he asked for more, “Really? Anything in particular you want to share?”

“Oh, just your hand, your mouth. Me inside of you, fucking you until you just can’t take it anymore,” Dream grinned, “All the usual.”

With heavy eyes and heavier panted breaths, George let out a soft noise, which was immediately caught by Dream, a smug tone in his question as he inquired, “And, what was that, George? Is it that you’re thinking about that, too? Or, maybe you’re imagining us doing what I promised you for filming this video for me?”

“Dream,” was all George could breathe as he descended quickly into incoherency.

But, the other went on, pushing, “Do you remember? How I’m going to take you nice and slow, just like you asked. That I’m going to build you up with everything I have to give, with my mouth over your neck, pressing in deep until all you can feel is me. With my hand wrapped around you instead of your own as I fill you up, just like you asked.”

George’s eyes were bleary as he finished at the description, his mind blank except for Dream, wanting only for Dream. His breathing calmed, his hand slowing down to a halt as George grimaced at the mess he now had to clean up. Something the other often did for him.

Dream was breathless as he lightly complained, “Aw, it’s over? I wanted to see.”

George brushed the other off with an appeasement of, “You can watch the video when you get back.”

After a slight pause, Dream couldn’t help but confess, “I kinda need it right now. Just hearing you, I..”

He trailed off, leaving the implication up for viewer interpretation, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious.

At that, George hurried to turn off the recording in order to center all attention on this information he was given, hurriedly saying, “I get to watch, don’t do anything. I just have to end this.”

The corners of George’s mouth pulled upwards in a satisfied grin as he paused his movements just to look at the screen that was now filled with Dream, grumbling his complaints even as he heeded to George’s wishes, the video cutting off right there.

Their both respective videos ended, after doing the only thing they could for so long before, Dream watching and George listening. Only this time, they could get off to each other.

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Chapter 18: Chat Controller: Live Now!

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They were live. All the viewers excitedly entered the chat, ready for any and all shenanigans these two menaces were always planning.

Even though the set up didn't allow either Dream or George to see the messages sent, the dutiful onlookers showed their support anyway, typing in sweet introductions that swiftly fell into devolving dirty requests.

Though, as the scene came into view, Dream, holding something in his hand, actually answered the displayed messages.

“Welcome everyone,” he greeted, his eyes flicking over the flood of text that were all trying to get his attention at once, “Looks like everyone is very enthusiastic today, huh?

Dream presented his phone screen to the camera, indicating his view he had of the chat, “We rigged this so I would be able to read everything being sent in.”

George, with his hands over his face, blew out a long breath before setting his palms away, sighing, “I can't help but think this is a bad idea.”

“Oh,” Dream grinned, “I never said it wasn't, just that it would be fun.”

“When has letting the viewers control anything ever been something productive?”

Dream hushed George in a scold, “Hey, I didn't tell them about that part yet. You're spoiling it.”

“You're literally about to-”

George was cut off by Dream, who faced the recording equipment, smiling as he told the premise, “So, today, chat is collectively going to be in charge of everything. Each of my movements, all being dictated by you, our lovely audience.”

“Yes, how could this possibly go wrong?” George mocked lightly, as if he hadn't agreed to do this and was sufficiently prepared and ready for whatever would be done to him. Come on, he was a complainer at heart. British tradition and all.

Dream cast him a glance, “You know, they're only going to make it that much harder for you with that attitude, right?”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” George asked incredulously, “Just let them do anything they want to me? Take it all lying down?”

“That's what you already do with me anyway.”

George glared as Dream got them situated, placing the other down with his back against the bed with Dream above, carefully balancing his phone for the most ideal viewing conditions.

Dream hummed in satisfaction as he looked down at George beneath him, then back up at chat. “So, what do you guys think? Should I kiss George?”

Only answers of Yes and Now and Never stop filled Dream's vision, so he easily complied to his very own prompt, leaning down with a grin to press across George's lips.

It was light, nearing on sweet, but both of their eyes became darker, a sheen of connection clinging to soft mouths and gazes catching down low for just a moment before Dream cleared his throat, focusing on his objective to prod, “What next?”

There was a flurry of a lot of different things, varying from considerable to too explicit to even attempt on this channel, which was saying a lot.

But, a majority landed on a request of: Touch him, Touch George.

Dream just brushed a hand over the other's thigh, to play dumb with chat and tease George, who shifted under the touch, Dream innocently asking, “Like this?”

From an annoyance that was definitely stemming from elsewhere but had an outlet in airing out complaints about the rationality of the set up, George spoke up to huff, “There are too many comments for you to be playing around like this. You can't decide literally every single movement.”

“I'll just pick what I see the most or whatever catches my attention,” Dream responded smugly, having already planned for the other's petulance, “No need to be so impatient, George.”

The other didn't dignify that with a reply, which meant the chat could continue their directing of this interactive porn.

Dream was told to take off George's shirt, nice and slow. The fabric was in between his fingers in an instant, dragging up an exposure of the other with hardly restrained glee.

“I'm starting to think they like you, George.”

George let out a disbelieving scoff when he was left shirtless with the full knowledge that the viewers only wanted to watch Dream do stuff to him. “No, they like to watch me suffer by having you be in charge.”

“But, they're the ones controlling all of this,” Dream pointed out, “I'm merely a tool at their disposal.”

“You're a tool all right.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dream grumbled as he leaned down, going to complete that very action as chat had insisted for them to kiss, Again.

He tried to draw it out, to press down hard enough to give satisfaction, Dream kissing in easy, tantalizing motions that he thought would be acceptable for them to move on. Dream’s brow creased slightly as the messages only wanted more, Kiss George, Please, More kissing.

And, being the accommodating man he was, Dream did. Mouths connected, a slow drag of lips and hands over sharp jaws and palms pulling at broad shoulders; they gave what was requested, kissing until breaths and them in general were harder, mouths painted with the redness of their movements and demanding desire.

Dream couldn't help but feel relieved when enough of the chat moved on to something else, telling him to put his hand down George's pants.

Which, yes, was an escalation, but at least they could push further into this whole thing.

George gasped as fingers suddenly breached his waistband, heated skin eager in Dream's palm, driving his hips in slow circles as strokes were kept light, Dream more of a grasp than anything else as chat told him to go slow.

With a pull upwards, cresting up high, which made George's legs part, Dream began a quick pace, slick hand over an arousal he was only building up with every pass and twist, bringing George to not quite anywhere when Dream paused in order to read the chat again properly.

Tension fell down against the bed as George sighed in frustration, his previously curved back and straining hips now lax, protesting this lack of stimulation with a mutter of, “Ugh, this is so annoying.”

The corner of Dream's mouth twitched up as he ignored the other, knowing George just wanted his clothes off so badly for him to be saying that right now.

He was surprised by the direction he was instructed to go on next, being told to touch George's chest and leave the other wanting and aching for now.

Dream released George, feeling the shudder run through the other's body as he slid his palm over abdomen and ribs, landing on a chest he was just supposed to.. touch?

He glanced at chat to give more description, but was only met with Touch and Squeeze and Oh my god George looks so good I'm about to-

Dream neglected to finish that last comment, his hands cupping over George, the other giving him a look of amusement that was simmering just beneath the surface of his expression. Dream responded with a pointed look at George, telling him to take this seriously, goddammit, as he glided over the utterly flat planes of George's chest.

With harsh thumbs driving into nipples, the stupid grin on George's face was wiped off, the one that seemed to taunt how there was really nothing for Dream to hold there, too focused on keeping any noises from tumbling past his bitten lips as Dream pinched and rubbed over the sensitivity.

His hands moved away from George and up to his phone, settling the slightly skewed screen back into its proper place as he was told of his next action, for Dream to remove his own shirt.

That was an easily done request, Dream ridding himself of the fabric in one swift motion, his gaze already scanning the chat for the next demand, not catching the widening eyes of George watching him.

Much to absolutely no one's surprise, Dream was directed to kiss George again. But, this time, he was to continue down his body.

He grabbed the other's face harshly, sending them together with a roughness that drew a gasp from George, Dream hoping in futility that this would finally be enough for the audience.

Dream tipped the other's chin up as he dove down, pressing hot over George's neck, who was completely helpless at the feeling.

He dragged his lips over collarbones, down and across George's ribcage, sliding a tongue over the other's rising waist and trailing over hip bones. Dream stilled after he placed one final kiss just barely above George's pants, eyes immediately falling onto his phone.

All he was told to do now was to make George wait.

Dream mused, his head in between the other's legs but still very much haughty as he murmured, “They want you to ask for me, nicely.”

“I thought they were only controlling your actions,” George retorted, eyes narrowed at Dream not immediately giving him what he wanted.

“Come on, George,” Dream prodded, ”Just simple, simple words is all.”

George sighed and griped, trying to find a way out of this and into Dream, surrendering from any japes and relenting instead when the other started sliding the band of his sweats down.

“Will you just do something? Pretty please?” George mocked as the other traced a finger over the skin he exposed but did nothing more.

Dream looked over at the chat and then shook his head in disappointment, “Wasn't enough for them. They want you to say ‘Oh, Dream please suck my dick! I want it so bad!’”

George scoffed at such a ridiculous statement that was made even more absurd by the utterly indecent tone Dream used, like he was begging on some goddamn porno or something.

Dream deflected these thoughts as he was told to slide George's pants all the way off, just to give some added incentive, of course.

“Well?” Dream asked, clearly awaiting what he decided he so justly deserved. Some nice old-fashioned groveling, that is.

“This is stupid.”

Dream nonchalantly replied, “I can only do what I'm told, so I have to wait for you to say what you're supposed to say.”

“Ugh,” George groaned in displeasure.

Dream prompted with a grin, “Yes, just take that same energy but use it to whine for me.”

With the struggle leaving his limbs because even George knew this little attitude was more performative than anything, he gave in.

“Just please suck me off, Dream. Won't you?” George exaggerated his desire with a rise of his hips and a desperate strain in his tone, his eyelashes fluttering like he just couldn't take this teasing a moment longer.

Whether that worked or Dream was glad to get anything he could get, George was then stripped of his clothes entirely.

Dream handed over his phone to George, preparing as his full attention, as well as eyes, hands, and mouth, had to be focused elsewhere, having to give over the viewing of further directions to George.

“You read the chat for me,” Dream instructed, knowing the glint in the other's eye wasn't a good sign, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. When George gave him a nod to start, Dream took in a steadying breath, then went down on the other.

Barely any time went by, with Dream able to only get a few inches of George in, along with some slow bobs of his head, before he was told by the other, “They said do it faster.”

Dream grumbled something unintelligibly as he picked up his pace, driving George in with quick up and down motions. His hands wrapped around the base as he focused on where George would feel it the most, sucking up over the head until the other twitched, then pressed down, going a little deeper each time.

George interrupted Dream from his rhythm, amusement in his voice as he insisted, “They're saying they want you to take me down all the way.”

Dream shifted as he did what he was told, honestly thinking this was going to be demanded from him sooner, obeying as he pushed George down those last few inches until the other was engulfed in his mouth.

“They said stay there,” George spoke up the moment Dream's lips reached as far as they could go.

Dream flicked his gaze up in annoyance, his jaw unhappy with the stretch, his face burning at the position he was sent into, one that always embarrassed him.

And he couldn't even tell if it was George's doing or chat, both so eager to exploit his weaknesses.

George just laughed at the accusation present in Dream's expression, leering, “They said to get me off and leave you wanting all day.”

Dream pulled off then, ready to argue with a huff, “No way,” as he grabbed the phone from George, looking over to see the chat, finding immediately that George was lying and they actually wanted Dream's clothes off and him inside George.

“You dirty little liar.”

George grinned.

With this exchange, a tension laced in their gazes, Dream's face already drawing in close at just the audacity the other constantly displayed, the chat switched gears, the messages now filled with Kiss, Make out, Kiss until you can't anymore.

Dream chuckled dryly upon seeing the sudden change of course, murmuring, “Do we not kiss enough for you guys? Why is this requested so much?”

He was given no real, tangible answer, so he set the phone aside in favor of leaning down to capture George into yet another kiss.

Make him taste, the chat demanded.

Dream did just that. With his tongue to remind the other where his mouth was wrapped before, he pressed that into George, forcing him to open wider, to stretch like he had done to Dream's own lips, to take and taste and gasp.

Dream broke away and tried to see what else they could do, but chat only insisted that they keep going.

Put your hands in his hair, Dream, chat said, Mess it all up as you kiss him.

Lay on top of him and grind as you kiss.

Kiss more.

We just want more.

“Jesus,” Dream muttered, as of all things he expected to happen during this chat controlled stream, it definitely wasn't this.

But, this was something doable, something within a realm of reason, so Dream could indulge these desires, doing as he was told.

With a grip in George's hair, Dream messed it up as he had the other do on his own before at his impulsive request, leaving strands in disarray, tugged and pulled in a heedy desire.

Dream pressed against the other, rolling a light pressure down on George, being careful not to overwhelm with the fabric on George's more sensitive exposure.

Bite, chat commanded, Make him chase.

The other's bottom lip was between Dream's teeth, leaving sharp indents that pulled whimpers out from George's throat, of a harshness that didn't stay.

Dream led them light, moving up until George had to follow, had to grasp a little harder and pull a little closer to get Dream to connect again, again and again until they had enough, gave enough to satisfy.

But, it never would be. Chat only desired for them to continue, to devolve along this track. Switch positions, the messages read, George on top, Press him down onto you, Dream.

Dream flipped them around, letting George have control, making the other grind until they were panting, until his sweatpants were wet from George's arousal.

They met over and over at hip and mouth, cresting and crashing with George's thumb guiding Dream's mouth, showing him how and where to take him even deeper, to accept George in until all they could think of was each other, all they could do was chase.

George's eyes rolled back as Dream roughly drove his fingers down until they gripped deep, a tug in his hair that made George melt down further, his rhythm pushing faster, his breaths gasping against Dream's lips in a frustrated desire.

They pulled apart when their lungs ached, connecting in a way that only strung them out further until they couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay,” Dream said weakly, his voice raspy, “Something else, we need to move on.”

Fuck him, chat supplied.

Dream immediately moved to do so, following along with the direction as he was told to undress, grabbing lube as he asked, “How should I prepare him, guys?”

Press him down, chat instructed, Hold his legs open.

Don't let George close them.

Dream didn't hesitate to do exactly that, pushing George down flat on his back, spreading the other wide as he looked over for more direction.

He was told to move out of the way, told he was blocking the whole view.

Dream settled next to George, laying on his side as he kept George wide open, eyes glancing over at chat as he lubed up his fingers.

Tease, was the only thing being sent, making Dream grin at how their audience did kind of want to see George suffer at his hands, just a bit.

Just as much as he could take.

Dream pressed, light and careful, over the other, making George twitch, excitement rising at the touch that wasn't even fully given to him yet.

Chat insisted, telling Dream to put one finger in all the way, slowly. Slowly.

Then, right when George adjusts, go fast, go rough. Make him lose control.

Dream slid his requested digit into the other, slow like he was concerned about George taking it, pressing in until the other was nearing into huffing impatience, whimpering a broken, “O-oh,” as Dream slammed into him, a harsh rhythm that didn't lend George much time to breathe.

Dream was told to add another and stretch George wide. Make sure you fit, chat said innocently, but was undercut by the immediate demand of, Make him feel you for days.

George gasped at the way he was being handled, how his prep was displayed in such exposure, legs pressed as far as they could go, his face only growing redder as he was told to touch himself by Dream and chat, sliding a hand down in order to comply.

“Are you guys going to let George get off right now?” Dream inquired to the audience.

There was only a flood of No.

Dream warned the other, “Be careful, George. You're not allowed to do anything yet, so don't get any ideas.”

“I'm trying,” George replied through gritted teeth, with his strokes jerky as Dream wasn't taking any mercy despite his concerned statement. The other was only pressing in quickly, pressing in deliberately, all while he displayed George, sending them into a spooning position with Dream keeping close from right behind the other.

George was struggling, his weakness showing blatantly as his hand began to slow.

“Should we make George keep waiting or should I fuck him after when he's all sensitive?” Dream mused, causing the other to grumble some choice words at the suggestion that only seemed to punish George either way.

Everyone jumped at the idea, saying now to: Make him finish.

Dream grinned while George glared, whining as he had to twist his hand, his head pulling back and his body going lax as he spilled the release George should have been rewarded with, having to stroke himself through it as Dream quickly prepared himself and pushed inside of George in some very swift motions.

George pulled a face at the overstimulation, trying to subtly move his hand off himself, but Dream placed his wrist back, insisting, “No, no, George. We all want you to keep touching yourself.”

George protested against this injustice, whining, “I already came. Why do I have to keep going? No fair.”

Dream offered, “I can do it for you. Would that be better?”

George huffed and, after weighing the options for only a few mere seconds, he simply continued to do it himself instead of the alternative of letting Dream be in charge.

There was a daze settling over George's face as he was fucked in post orgasm, eyes growing wet as his hand dragged up over himself, his body jerked as Dream hit right where George couldn't take it in this state.

“Faster,” Dream breathed into George's ear, prodding the other to match his pace.

“Ah, Dream,” George whimpered, following as best as he could, his palm grinding down until his body resisted against the continued touch, “I'm- I'm sensitive.”

“I know,” Dream murmured across the delicate skin of George's neck, “You can take it.”

George closed his eyes as Dream went faster, hips driving deep, pace nearing into erratic, glancing at his phone to find that all the chat was requesting was for them to kiss.

Dream sighed as he did so, turning George's face towards him as he leaned down, feeling as the noise slipped from the other's mouth and into his, George growing more incoherent with each press of Dream's hips, feeling as George's own stuttered to life, chasing because that was all he could do at this point.

George finished again and had to drop his hand away, not able to keep up with another forced orgasm, his brain dizzy as Dream found his end as well.

With breaths finding their way back into his lungs again, George could only limblessly lay there, spent but knowing Dream and his viewers, he couldn't get too comfortable that this was the conclusion quite yet.

Which, he was correct in that assumption, chat requesting for Dream to Kiss George's neck and imploring him: Don't pull out.

Lips glided over his heated skin, George letting out a shaky exhale as Dream pressed warmth over his neck, still buried deep inside of him and seeming like he wasn't planning to go anywhere anytime soon.

Touch him, chat said, See what he does.

Dream ghosted a hand down, sliding over George's dick, the other jerking at the insistent stimulation, whimpering as he looked down at the touch and attention on him.

When Dream grasped around him, George felt the tears well up in his eyes, pleading, “Dream, please.”

“Hm?” the other teased as he twisted his palm over George, encouraging out more noises, trying to push for all he could get out of the other.

“Please,” George said again, batting Dream's hand away, “Enough. You're going to hurt me.”

Dream rolled his eyes, even as he took his touch away, clearly remembering all the times George had pushed him for multiple orgasms on numerous occasions, planting a light kiss into George's hair as he murmured, “You're so dramatic.”

With a pulse still thrumming at their connection, George groaned as he shifted, feeling Dream's presence still pressing deep inside of him.

“Do you want something else?” George panted, shuddering as Dream left light kisses then harsh bites down onto his neck, “Do you want me to- to suck you off? I can do that.”

“Mm,” Dream considered, running his hand from its place on George's hips down across his lower stomach, guiding the other back with a press, “I just want you to feel me. Do you?”

George hung his head, one at not getting a break and also at his arousal now flaring up again at the hand keeping him close, the palm driving into his abdomen, Dream keeping there long enough that he felt George's cock strain against him.

“Oh, you like it?” Dream teased, rolling a thrust into George who met the movement, even as he whined, “You're not even following the directions anymore.”

“I am,” Dream claimed, “They said I can just do as I wish for the rest of the stream and also the rest of the night.”

“No they didn't,” George breathed, a warring desire making him hesitate as he decided whether or not to entertain this further and try for a third round.

His hand twitched at his side, ready to wrap around himself again, ready to ask Dream to touch him this time, forlorn at not being able to do either.

“You wanna turn off the camera?” Dream asked low, causing George to turn his face over to meet his gaze.

Confusion laced his brow for a moment before the other leaned in to whisper something in George's ear.

With widened eyes and a mouth parted at whatever offer the other proposed, George answered with a mumbled, “Yes,” as he pressed the word against Dream's lips, driving them into a kiss that was more of a mess, filled with gasps and crashing and hands twisting into hair.

George’s protest at the other pulling out was the last thing to be heard as Dream ended the stream, taking them into a private session that was a more often occurrence than their uploads on this channel.

Dream did, in fact, get to do as he wished for the rest of the night.

And this ended the chat controlled video, letting all to relive this with a button that said:

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Chapter 19: Private Session: Watch Now!

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The camera settled on an empty bed, as if it had been turned on, momentarily left idle, and eventually forgotten.

Dream entered into the frame, resting lightly on the mattress in a mindless wait, eyes sweeping over the room in expected anticipation. He immediately looked up when, just out of the shot, George appeared at the door. Upon the initial lock of gazes, a smile spread easily over Dream’s features as he pulled the other close, grasping George’s arm until he was nearly in his lap.

“What took you so long-” Dream tried to softly inquire before he was cut off by George, who pressed them close, both clearly eager to start whatever they had planned with the recording equipment set up and rolling.

However, the distraction of each other immediately took over, and the current feed of video was sent out of their minds as George leaned over Dream, pushing them onto the sheets with increasing intensity.

Dream savored this reception he was given, gathering George closer in his arms as they made their way slowly onto the bed, focused more on keeping a connection than anything else, disregarding their positioning and where they were headed next. The center of attention was solely on what lips and hands pressed against them, only on the present, only on them and how to get so much more of it.

In a breaking point, Dream suddenly flipped them over, causing a gasp to spill from George as he was sent underneath the other in one quick motion. He laid back easily to let Dream have control, to lead them together, in a way he promised before. Of a proximity kept with nice, building motions until they could no longer contain themselves. Of soft and gentle mixed with hot impulse and impatience all in one.

Just as George had asked, when Dream prodded enough to seek after exactly what the other had longed for in an ideal connection, this is what was revealed. And, much to both of their surprises, when the description had spilled from George’s lips, all he really wanted was Dream.

With touch and gaze and mouth to give way to pleasure and desire.

Then, to do just that, Dream's mouth was all over George's neck in wide, open, all-consuming kisses. His throat was scraped with teeth and soothed by tongue. Marks pressed red in a show that covered George's skin, dark and bruising as Dream would not let up. Not until George's hands clutched impossibly tight, not until his eyes were swimming with a burning need. Not until the noises he pulled out from George were left raspy and aching. Not until he broke.

Dream moved away from his placement to drift above the other, whispering against George's lips, in an almost taunt, “Can you still take it?”

At such a question, especially after being lavished so and being left with a mind wholly muddled, George had an edge of confusion in his voice as he asked with a curious breath, “What do you mean?”

Dream shifted down again to resume his attentions and murmured, “Then you clearly haven't had enough.”

He bit and sucked over George's neck, until red dusted to a purple and blood rose into blue across the tender skin. Dream sank his teeth down rough until there was a tremble in George's breaths, until his harshness indented marks, until George's chest was curved and his hips restless as they strived to move into the other above him.

Until George had no choice but to pull Dream up by the hair himself into a messy crash of lips, overwhelmed and pushed until they were long past what George could handle in his state. There was heated satisfaction in Dream's demeanor at such an action, gratified in how the other was eager to have him.

“Well?” Dream prodded, disconnecting them to let George’s eyes settle, to allow them room to breathe. There was no sense of unwillingness in the other, no harboring fight that this, the dynamic, how Dream was in charge and pressing for information at his own enjoyment; none of that was at issue. George wanted this, a give and take, of them working as one, of them taking each other as if that was all they ever strived to do.

George lost himself a little bit, searching Dream's dark eyes for answers to a question he did not seem able to grasp for a moment. Then, George came to the realization of what he knew Dream was waiting to hear, a submittance that he could really handle so much. He swallowed at the way the other was looking at him, so intently, George confessing in a roughened voice, “I-I can't take it.”

“Good,” Dream murmured, his hand trailing from George's jaw down to his chest while the other watched the slow motion, enraptured, “Now, we can do more.”

Dream leaned to capture George’s mouth with his as he slid a hand under the other's shirt, delicate, light, as if he had never ghosted a touch against the bare ribs or flattened his palm over waist and hips. George rose with each pass, shaky in every continuing exhale as Dream traveled over his exposing skin, driving up his shirt until George ached to have it off. There was an objective here, with Dream keeping them at such pacing. He took George seriously at his request for slow, for a build up that made sense. To give way for tension to grow and leave only simple want in its wake.

“Do I have to say I want it?” George whimpered in nearing desperation, hands fisted in the fabric of the other’s shirt, asking a question he already knew the answer to, to which Dream cast him a weighted look in reply.

“Because I do. I want it, Dream,” George said, voice leaning towards an almost beg.

Dream could not help from connecting them again, pleasure running through him at such words, ones he did not have to pull or force or coax. They were given, extended only from Dream's attention, from the devotion he laid over George.

“Then we must,” Dream confirmed breathlessly, guiding George's shirt up and off, fixing his sight over the skin that started unblemished from down low and then turned bruised and marked by Dream's own mouth as his eyes drifted upwards. He let his gaze rest on the colors he caused, ones that made him both prideful and ashamed all at once.

“I like that you enjoy when I taint you,” Dream admitted with a slight grin, though there was a wistfulness in his tone that underlined the teasing nature. Like it was the only thing he wanted to see in a cover on George’s neck and that he regretted ever doing so in the first place. As if he had claimed something that wasn’t meant to be his.

“It's not tainted.”

Dream flicked his gaze up from the other's belt to meet George's as the other continued, “Just, how you say it, like it's a bad thing. Like it ruins me.”

There was a constriction in Dream’s chest at such phrasing. His mouth parted at the consideration, making warmth spread over his skin that left him dizzy.

“You don't ruin me, Dream,” George insisted, not knowing how the other would even think of such things, especially in how he asked for the marks themselves, “You make me feel how I want and do it in a way that I remember.”

Dream shook his head lightly, his voice low, “You can't just say things like that.”

“Like what?”

But, there was no room for clarification, Dream was already kissing George, pressing sweet, pressing in the utmost adoration. His brow pinched with an emotion boiling hot under the surface, causing him to draw near into distress, like a pressure was building that he would soon not be able to contain. Dream kept his eyes shut, hoping George would just know, hoping he already did.

Even so, even with a need for confirmation closing around him like a vice, Dream did not open his eyes to see if the understanding he craved was reflected back, no, he didn't let them have that moment.

He moved instead to focus on undoing George's pants, pressing a kiss to the other's jutting hip bones to keep himself grounded, though that only made him drift further into the nothing and everything that was them. Especially as George shivered at the feeling of his lips connecting to the sensitive skin.

Dream was so strongly tempted as the other became bare beneath him, wanting to only offer pleasure, to engulf George in his mouth and have a hand tangle in his hair when the gasps took away his breath and words, leaving George defenseless and desperate, to reach after him just for stability. But, Dream was completely succumbed to an aching for more, of all he could give.

He lifted himself until he was hovering over George again, until their foreheads touched lightly and the other's eyes opened wide to look up at him.

“I want to be inside you,” Dream murmured in a raspy admittance, “Can I?”

George gave a nod in absolute agreement to the suggestion, but Dream only tightened his grip on George's shoulder to plead, with an underlying yearning in his voice that wished for all things they left unspoken, to get the honesty he so rarely often gave, begging, “With your words, George.”

There was a tight confusion that washed over George's face, like he was trying to pinpoint something, but it fled as quickly as it came, his features smoothing out as he responded, “You can, Dream, of course. I want you to.”

While something both painfully hopeful and hopeless twisted in Dream's chest, he pressed a kiss at the corner of George's mouth, which the other was immediately unsatisfied with that meager connection and turned towards Dream to entwine them solidly, again and again. His hands lifted from the other's face and up into his hair, gripping in tight so Dream would not dare to pull away. George's palm drifted down over the other's spine, resting at the hem of his shirt as he pulled against the article and whispered his desire of, “Undress for me.”

Dream let the other rid him of his clothes, but proceeded to make such things difficult as he couldn't bear to part for long and brought everything to a halt multiple times as his mouth worshiped George in kiss after kiss.

Their breaths were both heavy, eyes locked together as bare skin met with bare skin, as George was finally successful in his endeavors as their unclothed states now matched.

Dream broke away only for a moment to apply lube, sliding his fingers down low, watching as George's legs parted, watching as the other lifted in want for him. Dream's attention was then pulled upwards, his fingers breeching and, just at the contact, elicited a noise to stumble out of George.

The other's face was drawn up in only a way that pleasure could create, his eyes sheened, his lashes weighted, his mouth parted in a heedless desire. Dream leaned in close as he drove the other further, guiding him on fingers that rocked George in a gentle pace up, rising and panting and causing his eyes to nearly go crossed as stimulation flooded through him. Then, Dream made him fall back with soft sighs and eager movements, creating a rhythm that spread the other and indulged George all at once.

Their lips were barely apart now, with Dream soaking in every expression and form of the other’s mouth around choked syllables, watching closely as if he could not look away even if he tried. All he was able to do was keep them near enough to brush together in a tantalizing almost contact. As more uncontrolled sounds sprung out from George's throat, he tipped his chin up to capture Dream’s mouth, to have him taste the whimpers and sharp inhales that only he made George utter.

Dream pressed, deep, deeper, until all the other could feel was him, filled by Dream, filled by fingers that knew all of George well, finding and curving into the places that the other needed him. All of Dream’s focus, his eyes, his touch, his breath were consumed by George, engrossed solely in him. This was really the reason he had asked for such things in the first place, and he had only put off from expressing it because George knew it would only overwhelm them both.

The weight of what they really had with each other caused George to choke at such thoughts and at the unceasing stimulation. Spikes of something sharp dug into Dream's shoulders as George fought for closeness, and insisted for more. Of all that could be given to him.

“Dream”, he gasped, eyes shut and voice strained and raw, saying the other's name because he did not know what else to do as he pleaded, “Dream, Dream.”

But, the other didn't want to cease just yet, even though Dream knew there was little left George would be able to handle. Still, he kept going, waiting for that point when it all broke, until George was gasping for air, gasping for him with a pathetic whimper of, “Clay.”

“I know,” Dream whispered gently, slowing his motions until George looked at him, his gaze begging for what was next and needing it just as badly as he did. Dream relented at their wordless exchange of desire, removing his fingers to prepare them for a continuation of their connection.

George’s jaw tightened in disappointment as Dream slid on protection, stroking over himself to make sure he was well lubed. George did not say anything about the subject, but as Dream slowly pressed inside, he kissed George's cheek and murmured, “I'm sorry.”

Aware that his emotion must have been etched over his features, George softened, breathing out his tension, opening his mouth to appease, but could only get out a soft whine as Dream filled all that was left so empty.

George's legs hooked over the other's back as Dream grinded down into him, rocking his hips in a way that left them trembling and panting. Dream leaned down to devour the other's neck, to exploit the pleasure in their intimacy, drawing out George until his impatience pushed him to roll up into Dream himself.

“More,” George breathed, “I want you more.”

Dream quickened his pace, his lips traveling up the side of George's neck, languid and taunting, lifting up until he reached the other's ear to whisper, “Say why.”

“Why?” George questioned in a daze.

“Why do you want me?” Dream pressed, hooked on every syllable George started to form, every possible answer that crossed his face before landing on something that would give reason for this, give a purpose for everything that had happened between them, and of their future.

“Because..” George said with a shaky tremor, not knowing there was such a heavy weight behind Dream’s inquiry, “Because you got me here. And, it is only you I want to get me out of it.”

“I-” Dream choked, like those words had more hidden meaning than anything George put into them, relinquishing all the hope he held with a release of, “I understand.”

George was wrapped in Dream's palm in an instant, the other guiding him up and up until there was just a peak that could be centered on and all else faded away. George's head drew back, his mind swimming with flooding ecstasy. In a sharp inhale, his eyes fluttered shut, his body taut as Dream did all he could to push, push until George was sent over the precipice into satisfaction.

George reached for Dream, to connect them together, to press the noises he couldn't keep from making against the other's lips, but Dream turned away from him, instead resting his forehead against George's shoulder as the other spilled into his hand. Dream's hips slowed as his own dizzying end was reached, driving in just barely, stringing out their connection as he wished so dearly not to part, not yet. As then he would have to face the aftermath. But, since he still could not meet George's gaze, he had no choice but to separate them.

Dream pulled himself out, though he did not get much further than that as George clung to him, tightening his grasp around Dream so he could not move away, keeping him close. With a swallow down a tightened throat as George searched his eyes for answers, his confusion and a slight tinge of hurt over his features, Dream breathed out a shaky exhale, letting the guilt of everything finally win.

Dream blinked away any wetness that started to conjure in his eyes as he steadied himself, prepared to finish this now, what he never should have begun in the first place. Knowing the other deserved to hear it, Dream admitted, quiet and remorseful, “This.. all of this, it was all just an excuse. An excuse to.. be with you.”

George was bewildered by the turn of tone, by how serious Dream’s face had become. They stayed in silence as the moments passed as a heightening pulse thudded in Dream’s veins, George merely at a loss for what he should say.

Instead of letting them stew, Dream spoke into the stilled air around them, determined but weary, “We should probably just end this whole thing.” Even as the words spilled from his mouth, Dream wished he could take them back, such a phrase leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. This entire charade had to be done with, he was sure of that. It would be wrong of him to continue this just as a way to keep George close, to keep him from moving on to someone else.

But, despite that fact of what would be better, Dream desperately wanted it to be him.

“Yes,” George agreed, making a lump form in the other’s throat, feeling as everything crumbled down by his own hands, “Let's end the channel.”

In confusion at the statement, Dream clarified, “That’s not what I meant, or, I guess that as well. I was saying that I’m letting you out of any obligation, even beyond that.”

George contested this with, “But you got what you wanted.”

“I.. I don’t know what you mean?” Dream expressed uncertainty.

“Yes,” George insisted, “Like the whole stipulation you made.”

The vague explanation did not give Dream any more clarity, as he remained puzzled with his brow furrowed at what George was insinuating. He was in no way aware he had got what he had been wanting, craving, for all these months and years. Surely it could not have happened, not without him having any idea of it, right?

George let out a breath, wondering how the other was not picking up the not even subtle hints. Of all the rather obvious indicators that none of this was done out of mere business reasons or that George felt as if he had no choice in the matter. It really couldn’t have been more clear, not with how this very video endeavor had expanded, let alone begin at all. But, as Dream just looked at him in question, George had to state it plainly, “Where we end this channel on our rather special note after I agree to.. be with you.”

Dream could not seem to get the words out for the life of him, stumbling and retrying as he let what George revealed fully sink in, “When did you- you are actually going through with that? I thought- Is this.. is this you telling me right now?”

George released a long, drawn-out exhale, “I really expected that it would have happened a lot sooner..”

“No,” Dream shook his head like he wasn’t hearing things correctly, turning to face George firmly as he said, “You have to say it.”

“I already did,” George pointed out dryly.

But, Dream was not deterred by any such nonsense as logic, repeating again, “No. Say you like me. I have to- I need to hear it.”

George looked away from him and Dream almost felt his heart break at the action. In this instant, he regretted everything, regretted everything he did to make this go wrong. The stupid channel, the pressure it put on George to comply. That was surely all the other must feel, that the only way out was to give in to Dream's desires.

But, then George turned back, and there was something very vulnerable in his expression. His voice went soft and Dream felt as if he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs as George said, in a near whisper, his voice with a sense of rawness Dream could never have imagined, confessing in a way he would never be as genuine and honest again, “I really do like you, Dream.”

Dream just stared at him, even if this was the answer he wanted, it left him with nothing but blank incredulity.

George continued in a bit of a ramble as a way to fill the gaps, “I have ever since before.. before everything. I thought you had always known. I just- we got into this and things got messy but only in a way that I fell for you.. that much more.”

“You're not just saying this?” Dream breathed in disbelief.

George exhaled shakily as he replied in exasperation, “Why would I just say something like this? I have literally nothing to gain.”

“Oh,” Dream smiled, until his grin was across his face and it would not settle, even though he tried, it only split wider anew, a contentment running throughout him at getting this confirmation, “Oh.”

“Well, and it's not like it isn't pretty obvious,” George began, like he was both uncertain and certain all in one, “But it would be nice to hear your side of things…”

“George,” Dream said seriously, the other's face between his hands, “I- I’m so- you are-” He abruptly cut himself off as he pressed a kiss against George's lips, his smile making it difficult to make much of a connection, but he did so anyway.

“I’m, like, really into you,” Dream stated, relief flooding his voice.

“So, you're not in love with me, yet?”

“Well,” Dream mused, like he was considering such things, but had to hold himself back, to keep at least one layer of self control for now, “I don't want to scare you off by being too hasty or anything.”

George’s own grin rose on his face until his expression matched Dream's, teasing, “Oh, I see how it is.”

“You'll just have to convince me a little further, is all.”

With a roll of his eyes, George argued against something he knew the other was still vying for, “I’m not going in the bath with you. You bring ice in there, it’s weird.”

“George,” Dream pouted.

“But, since we already agreed so long ago, I will, in fact, come inside you,” George assented, like it was such a big favor to ask of him, “Just so all promises can be kept and all.”

“Hm,” Dream hummed, “Haven't you already?”

“Yes, but on camera we'll-“

That was when George finally looked at said camera, which was currently recording them and all they had done and said, realizing they had so conveniently captured this entire conversation.

“Oh,” he swallowed thickly.

Dream looked over, but seemed pleased that they had evidence of the whole exchange actually occurring, “Good. Now I'll have undeniable proof of this.”

“Are you planning to use it against me?”

“Of course,” Dream breathed as he leaned down to kiss George in order to push away all thoughts of everything except him, his lips, his tongue, his hands. And, well, George was successfully distracted, leaning into all he was given, warmed at the thought that this wasn’t all they would be, after all.

The video then cut out, leaving them with the dilemma of whether or not they should post this, especially considering they have been quite inactive lately.

In the end, Dream did eventually upload this video on the channel after convincing George it was necessary for continuity. And, obviously, to begin the set up for the finale, what this whole thing had been built upon from pretty much the beginning.

The long-awaited cream pie episode to end it all.

Which, maybe it would be possible to watch sometime soon, but, if not, you can always see the button to:

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Chapter 20: Come and Finish: Watch Now!

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“This is it,” Dream stated solemnly, when the familiar set up was displayed once again, recording the two horny motherfuckers on their designated film-worthy bed, ready to make porn.

George looked over at him, something light and jovial in his eyes even as he exaggeratedly sighed, “I think there's been more than enough content on here.”

“Yeah,” Dream agreed in a wistful breath, “We've truly done it all. We've done the requests, done each other many, many times, made you fall in love with me, and we even had sex. Once or twice.”

“Right,” George humored the other, “Just a few times.”

“And,” Dream said, facing the camera head on, “For you, our degenerate little voyeuristic viewers, we will do it once more, as our send off.”

“Well.. not exactly the last time..” George corrected in a trailing off sentence.

“Ah, you're right,” Dream commented, placing a hand on George's shoulder like he was relieved the other brought up this excellent point, “I almost forgot, so let me assure all of you with great emphasis that we will be continuing the sex off camera, multiple times a day even.”

“No, what?” George said in breathless exasperation, shooing Dream's hand off of him, “I meant there will be two videos in one for this upload.”

“So,” Dream side-eyed the other playfully, “You aren't denying what I said?”

“I’m not confirming or denying- Dream,” George disparaged, but it was far too soft to be a reprimand, “Seriously.”

Dream laughed in a teasing tone, leaning in close as George just cast him an unimpressed look, his eyebrow raised at the other never being off of his bullshit, even till the very end.

Then, at a sudden and brief connection of their lips, George was thrown off guard, his face melting away any annoyance and burning now with fluster.

“You can't just do that to best me.”

“I did and I will continue to do so,” Dream cheerily responded, his head tilting to the side, “You like me, so I can do whatever I want.”

“No,” George scolded, “You have already used that card a ridiculous amount of times and it's only been a few days!”

“But you were the one who was saying, when was it? Just this morning? Claiming, ‘Dream, if you like me back then you should be sucking my di-‘”

George cut him off with a glare, “Why do you have to be like this? If you weren't always such an idiot, we could actually film these videos properly.”

“I’m just explaining one of the things we have done on this channel,” Dream pointed out, “Would you rather me demonstrate than talk about it?”

“That wasn't really the plan..” George brought up, his sentence tapering off in uncertainty.

“Yeah,” Dream pressed with a growing sly smile, “But do you want me to anyway?”

“Then what?’ George asked, knowing there were some ulterior motives underlying the innocuous offer Dream made, “What's in it for you? Since I’m sure you have something.”

“Oh,” Dream murmured, sliding his hand up George's thigh, “Then this will just be my video.”

“But you said-“

George gasped as Dream palmed over him through his pants, the other interrupting with, “Does it really matter who goes first, George? You'll feel good either way.”

“I’m already skeptical of that statement.”

“George,” Dream uttered in feigned hurt, a hand over his chest like he had a pain constricting his heart, “My expertise in bed was the whole reason I won you over.”

“I don't know if I would say that,” George muttered, mostly under his breath.

“Really?” Dream inquired, pleased at such a statement that gave him so much more to seek after, “Then what was it? My charming personality? My dashing good looks? Or was it all the time we spent together over the years building an infallible friendship that made you realize you never wanted to see me with anyone other than you?”

“Dream!” George chided, eyeing the camera quickly, “I've- I've already talked to you about this. You know why. You're just bringing this up to record my answer for your own selfish desires, yet again.”

“Oh, how'd you ever figure it out, George?” Dream leered, drifting closer to the other at every passing remark they made, hovering near with scant distance between them, building up a tension as they moved towards each other.

“Well, I didn't fall for you because of your intellect,” George replied smugly.

“God, you are so mean to me,” Dream murmured against the other's lips.

“Yeah?” George whispered in a taunt, “And what are you gonna do about it?”

After a moment of only their breathing being heard in the thickening silence, Dream sighed, like he had no other choice and George had truly defeated him in this exchange, hanging his head in defeat as he dramatically exhaled, “I guess I'll just have to suck your dick about it.”

“Alright,” George conceded, with a roll of his eyes, having difficulty from keeping the smile that was spreading across his face down and tempered, “I guess we'll do it your way.”

Dream began to move down, to get in the perfect blowing position, but a look of disappointment crossed George’s face, who couldn't stand this turn of events and reached out to stop Dream instead to receive what he had been teased with.

“Wait,” George expressed, gripping the other's hair and pulling him up to connect them together, with a breath of surprise passing from Dream's lips and into George's at the harsh direction.

Dream grinned into the kiss, his wide eyes narrowing down in satisfaction upon George's face before closing them, grabbing the other's face in his hands, and returned the affection back even more heated.

He leaned George back, pressing him right into the bed, making his mouth open wide, to get all that the other wanted out of this insisted link with a taste of lip and tongue, Dream driving deep until George could only pant into the kiss.

At that, Dream tried to move on, move to get the other's clothes off and wrap around his exposure, but George chased after him, pulling Dream back and pushing them together until the stimulation of George's grind up into him made Dream have to separate them in order to gasp for breath.

Only then did George let Dream travel down his body, to slide soft lips over the still bruised skin of his neck, to ride up his shirt until it was tossed over his head, to remove George from his pants and not waste a second to engulf the other in his mouth.

Dream only went slow, only drew out each swipe of his tongue, locking his gaze with George's own, rising up and sucking soft, firm in not letting the other get absolutely anywhere but turned on and needy.

“Who do you think has given the other more blow jobs?” Dream asked casually, looking up at George for an answer with the tip of his dick placed back in his mouth, making the other hiss out a breath through his teeth.

“Why.. why are you even bringing this up right now?” George responded incredulously, always baffled by Dream’s unpredictability.

“Just want the final score settled,” Dream mused, eliciting a gasp from George with a swipe of his tongue, “That's all.”

George drove his hands forcefully up into his own hair, frustrated as Dream kept so slow, kept him from any movement, and teased him both in words and motions that sent something hot down in his spine, making him curve up to feel it that much more.

“You're- you're such an idiot,” he breathed, tugging the strands he grasped between his fingers, George unable to do any sort of calculation in his state.

“Who do you think topped more?”

“I.. I don't know,” George admitted, growing dazed as Dream stroked and sucked at him in amounts that only kept him wanting more, only in a lack of rhythm that left George with muscles aching to move.

“Remember when you said that I would never get the privilege again?” Dream said in wry humor, “Whatever happened to that threat?”

“You act like there was ever a choice.”

“Oh, is that right?” Dream questioned, pressing down over George's sensitivity, drawing out a whimper and lifting hips, “So, if it was up to you, you would stay as top and I always as bottom?”

“Well, yeah,” George replied, with a weakness in his voice that made the statement completely unconvincing.

“I just don't believe you,” Dream asserted, his fist quickening over George as his mouth languidly worshiped just over the tip to coax honest answers out of the other.

“Ugh, ah- why?” George protested, his eyes shut and his mouth falling open as Dream pleasured him.

“Because,” Dream said, calm and cool as he went to a complete stop, making George writhe for further movement, his bleary eyes struggling to stay fixed on Dream, whose voice went low, “I know you like when I fuck you.”

“That's not-“ George stubbornly refused with no actual truth to the argument, a meaningless protest to save his pride. Which, at this point, was there really any reason to try anymore?

Dream interrupted such nonsense immediately, putting George right back into his place, “Then how come when you could ask for anything, when I give you full and complete access, you ask for me?”

George threw his head back, his neck pulled taut and his back curved, letting out a groan as Dream suddenly twisted a harsh palm around him.

“You ask for me inside you,” Dream murmured with a dark tinge to his voice, setting a hand against George's abdomen and driving down, “You ask for me to press in deep, to take you nice and slow so you feel every last thrust.”

George whimpered at the pressure surrounding him, straining to move upwards into Dream, but getting nowhere.

“Isn't that right, George?” Dream drawled with haughty confidence, “Wasn't that the entire point of our last video? How you wanted me? And, might I add, just had to have it recorded as well?”

“I just-“ George gasped, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, his body releasing all that had previously been filled with tension and going lax as Dream removed his touch. George let out a shaky exhale, his chin tipping up with his eyes screwed shut as he admitted, “I thought that could be, like, the last time. Together.”

George's pants were taken off in an instant, startling him to look up, Dream's sight unwavering as it rested upon George.

“That is-,” Dream murmured, taking a moment to study over George's face as if he didn't want to miss a single detail, his expression turning from steadfast and alluring to splitting into a wide smile as he finished, “So adorable!”

George's mouth went agape at such a reaction, chastising, “Can't you take me seriously for god's sake, Dream.”

“I am completely serious,” Dream claimed, tugging on the other to follow his direction upwards, but George merely laid back in protest until Dream stroked over him at a speed that almost sent him over the edge and left him gasping.

“Sit up, George,” Dream tsked, demandingly pulling on George's arm until he complied this time.

With heavy breaths rising and falling from his chest, George clutched the sheets under his palms, his face flushed and eyes cast down to look at himself pressed against his stomach, his voice choked as he spoke, “Don't just leave me like this.”

“Oh, where would I ever go?” Dream murmured, tracing his thumb under George's jaw until their eyes were locked together in a brimming exchange of heated glances.

Dream surged forward at an almost desperate pace, cupping George's face as he kissed him roughly, which he was only met with an insistent reciprocation from the other, who gripped tight at Dream's shirt.

“You always do this,” George whined as Dream pulled away from his reddened lips and infiltrated mouth that only left the other's taste behind.

“You're the one who chases after me,” Dream countered, “Maybe you just like it.”

“No,” George expressed dead-panned, “I really don't.”

“Then you like me,” Dream said, in such a way that offered no room for argument, and one that grated on George’s last fraying nerve.

“Ugh,” George griped in multiple ways of frustration, “You made me admit it so many times already! I told you, over and over, that night when you insisted we sleep together and then we ended up actually sleeping together and you wouldn't stop pestering me until I told you I liked you just so you could get off on it, which you did!”

Dream froze, taken aback by the confession he had just pulled out of George, who could not meet his gaze and had a stubborn pout on his lips at all he had revealed.

“I didn't-,” George fumed, flicking his eyes at the camera and back onto Dream's chest, his voice quieter this time, “I didn't mean to say that.”

“It's okay, George,” Dream soothed in a near patronize, “I know our first night as an official couple was just so memorable, I find it difficult not to think about it as well. Honestly, I can’t get my mind off of it even now. I think we should just remake it on camera, like might as well, right?”

George just glared at him, “Don't you have, like, any shame?”

“No, so tell me how you feel about me one more time.”

“Oh my god,” George huffed in the utmost exasperation.

“Can you really even blame me?” Dream teased, moving in close until their noses brushed together.

“Yes,” George insisted, worn with all the other constantly subjected him to, “You're literally the only one there is to blame.”

“Hm,” Dream mused as his fingers wrapped low around George, who narrowly focused on the feeling as soon as the contact was made, “You know, I just like it so much more when you listen to me.”

George was merely able to open his mouth in reply before all speech was rendered incomplete, his brow drawn together and his head falling down to view as Dream stroked him.

“Is this what you want?” Dream breathed, the corners of his mouth upturned as George struggled to even look up at him, “Is this really how you want this to end today? With just my hand? Would you be satisfied with just that?”

George inhaled sharply through his teeth, his breaths coming out short and his eyes growing heavy. It was only a matter of time, maybe sooner than Dream even realized, but George thought only to cut himself off as he begged, “No.”

Dream slowed and George shuddered at the feeling, at the tantalizing almost he just had, at the light-headed feeling he was left with as Dream pressed, “Why is that?”

“We, mm,” George replied, barely able to express the words as he regained his bearings, “For the- to make this video.”

“We could always refilm.”

George looked conflicted, knowing he could just be settled with a handjob, and aware the other was intentionally toying with him, but his desire won out above everything else, sighing,“I.. fucking hell, Dream, I want you.”

Noises slipped from George's lips as Dream captured them with his, murmuring phrases of, “Good” and “That's all I needed to hear” and “God, I want to fuck you so bad” as Dream pressed George down underneath him.

Dream stripped himself from his clothes in a hurry, George watching every movement, every lift and tug that exposed skin as he spoke, stolen from his filter to reveal, “How does you getting undressed still turn me on?”

Dream stopped, his shirt still tangled around his arms as he looked over at an embarrassed George, a growing smile on his face as he replied in accusation, “Are you.. attracted to me?”

George placed his hands over his face, frowning when Dream easily pulled them off, and before the other could ask any stupid, obvious question, George admitted with a sigh, “Why wouldn't I be attracted to you?”

“God, I feel like you're just doing this on purpose,” Dream murmured with barely held back restraint in his expression, “You know I have a thing for praise, right? Are you meaning to get me all riled up? Fucking desperate for you?”

George stuttered out a breath, and even more was taken from his lungs as Dream urgently pressed them together, kisses turning into bites and mutters of “You don't even know what you do to me, George” and “Let me fuck you. Please? George, say I can. Say you want it. Say you want me inside you, that you need me to fill you up so bad it hurts.”

“Dream,” George gasped, feeling as the other's lubed fingers pressed up into him as Dream’s dirty requests brushed over his lips.

“Say you want me to come inside you, since you were so disappointed last time.”

George could barely think, could barely hear anything other than what Dream was whispering in his ear, his whole being impatient at the fact that Dream was merely stretching him and applying no stimulation, so he broke with a, “Yes, Dream, please.”

“Yes?” Dream prodded for more, and George felt like he could nearly cry from frustration.

“All of it Dream, I want it,” George pleaded, “Now.”

“But I've hardly prepped you,” Dream reminded, his voice turning low, “You want to take me rough?”

“I can take it,” George asserted, “I'll take all of you, rough and harsh just-”

George cut himself off with a whimpered, “Oh,” as Dream thrust inside of him.

They moved together close, a skin against skin union, George's arms wrapped over Dream's shoulders as he grinded down hard, making sure George felt every last inch, rocking them with an intensity that left no room for anything but shallow breaths and tighter grips that Dream had to pry himself away from.

George mourned at the loss as the camera focused on him, lain to take all that Dream pounded into him as the other pulled out his phone for all the close-up action he needed to capture. He had to stand up and place George at the edge of the bed in order to use all his hips and hands, sending heated thrusts into the other that made him beg for release.

Dream pulled in the video close as he took George into his hand, his breathing heavy with the other’s insistent strokes that sent George over, spilling all relief onto Dream's hand. He kept going, drawing every last bit of pleasure he could possibly elicit from George, going until the other cried out in overstimulation, hips jerking at each continued pass of Dream's hand until he finally let him go.

Then, Dream set his and the camera's sights down low, pressing in and spreading George's legs wide so nothing would be missed.

And, as a mark that their connection was truly set, Dream finished deep inside George, his phone filming close as he twitched his release into the other for the viewers to witness.

“Can you feel it?” Dream questioned with a wicked grin.

“Ugh,” George whined, definitely feeling the mess that was pressed inside of him and not really wanting to admit such things out loud.

Since nothing could really be seen, Dream began to move in and out slightly, George flushing hot at the filthy sound the action caused, along with the obscenity that Dream was fucking it into George.

“Please,” George choked, “I’m- I’m sensitive.”

“We can't just end it here,” Dream attested as George groaned, “This is what everyone waited to see. The aftermath.”

“Then pull out.”

“Don't you want me just a little longer,” Dream pestered, rolling thrusts into George, who could not handle such motions and was edging near to sobs instead of gasps, “As soon as I move away, I'll spill out of you. We don't want that, do we?”

“Then you could just-“ George struggled, writhing under Dream's attention, “You could just.. fill me again.”

“I didn't know this was part of the plan,” Dream murmured in contemplation at the offer.

“I know,” George breathed, a blush heating his face at what he had just extended to the other, “Just trying to, ah, incentivize you.”

“Pretty convincing,” Dream hummed, pressing lightly on George's knee to part his legs further, tilting his head to the side as he leered, “So, does that mean you want them to see?”

George tensed slightly, already feeling exposed and even more so how Dream was forcing him to open wide, “I’m guessing I don't have much choice in the matter.”

“You're finally getting it, George,” Dream murmured, “Now stay still for me.”

Slowly, with the camera poised at the ready, Dream pulled out, causing all he had sent into George to spill out and, in turn, cause the other to turn his face away in embarrassment.

After a few moments of close-up action, George began to resist against Dream's hand keeping his leg down, his heated face beneath his palms and a shyness drawing his knees closer together to hide himself. He entreated urgently, muffled from beneath his palm, “Okay, that's enough, Dream.”

After he leaned down a thumb to spread just a touch, making George jerk at the action, Dream took mercy, and the recording switched back to the wide shot of them on the bed.

“Now what are you gonna do?” Dream asked, guiding himself back down near George.

George’s face pinched in confusion, replying, “For what?”

To accentuate his point that much more, Dream pressed his fingers into George, who gasped, clutching down harshly on Dream's arms that his nails dug into the skin.

“Now that you're mine.”

George's eyes were half lidded as he pulled Dream down to connect them together, “I don't know,” he murmured.

“Guess you'll just have to have me again, huh?” Dream breathed after they broke apart to get air again, “Just once wasn’t enough to satisfy you, was it?”

“Mm,” George whined, shifting at the feeling inside of him.

“How do you want it this time?” Dream inquired, his lips brushing over George's neck in a slow drag that made shivers rise over the other’s spine.

George’s head fell back as Dream's mouth met his skin, panting as he managed to get out, “One off camera.”

And, at that, Dream turned the video equipment with a smile on his face, “We'll see you all in the final half. I hope you enjoyed my part of this upload. I know it was my personal favorite.”

With a kiss, they were gone. A jump cut took the frame to the following recording, George's very own ultimate topping of Dream.

“Hello,” George greeted in a rare turn, making the last introduction they would do on this channel as probably his first ever, “Welcome to the end. You should all be excited for this as Dream is.”

Attention shifted from George to Dream, who was settled on the bed with only obviously tented boxers to cover him, his body leaning in towards George who kept them at a distance, his hands and lips fixed down and away from Dream this whole time before they started filming.

Even now, there was nothing Dream could do or say in order to coax George to touch him, the other only commanding him to remove his clothes and wait.

Dream already had some edge of exhaustion as he urged, “Yes, and now we can get started, hm?”

George just glanced over at him, clearly not intending to heed much of Dream's wishes, even as he slyly claimed, “Of course. How should we begin? Any preferences, Dream?”

The other knew that no matter what he offered, George was going to do however and whatever he pleased anyway, but Dream still tried with, “Anything. I'll take anything.”

With a wide grin at the other's pliancy that he was only going to further strain, George nudged at Dream's legs until the other got the hint to spread them apart, allowing room for George to rest in between. Dream was immediately restless, aware they had no real point of contact, even with them nearly sharing the same breath.

George slid a light finger across Dream's shoulder, commenting in a murmur, “You act as if I haven't been paying you any attention.”

With no way to stop himself from the reaction, Dream tipped his chin up in desire, his voice flooded in a whine as he expressed, “You haven't. At all.”

Dream sucked in a breath as George's palm ghosted down his chest, lifting off when the other pulled low, keeping a scant distance between them, just to tease. “If that's the case,” George continued, fingers just barely away from pressing down right where Dream wanted him, “How'd you get into this state then?”

Dream's chest lifted in a sharp inhale, his arms left in a tremble at his side, palms sent down onto the bed in order to hold himself more steadily, expressing, “Because! You've been doing this- this thing. This almost but not quite there thing that's driving me absolutely crazy.”

“For how long?” George prompted with a wicked grin.

In a frustrated breath Dream revealed, “All fucking day!” Which, such an answer only made George alight with satisfaction, keeping his hand close, feeling the heat that radiated from the other.

Dream attempted to move up into George, but was held back immediately, the other shaking his head in a scold at such a disobedient action, chastising, “Dream, you aren't being good.”

“Just touch me.”

“And why would I do that?” George asked in a low breath, picking up Dream's wrist, “When you have a perfectly fine hand right here?”

Dream's mouth parted in a loss at what George was playing at, his eyes quick as they searched for answers and silently pleaded for the ones he wanted to hear, the ones that were not present in George’s gaze.

“I-I would rather have you,” Dream attempted.

“But, doesn't it feel the same,” George leered, “You said you would take anything, right?”

“It's just-“ Dream spoke in a rush, as if he could ever convince George of anything when he was this set and stubborn, “It feels so much better, when it's you.”

“I know,” George said smugly, “But, I don't want to. I want to watch you do it instead.”

Dream’s attention flicked down as the other guided his hand up, resting it over the insistence that George himself made but refused to take responsibility for.

“Go on,” George encouraged as he made Dream's palm curved over the fabric of his boxers, “Just over the clothes, for me.”

With no other option and at least he got some stimulation out of this one, Dream did as he was told. He grinded down on himself softly, his breaths coming out in puffs at every drag he pressed, his heart beat more rapidly and his face growing warmer as Dream felt the other's eyes intent on his every movement.

“Slower,” George chided, sending a warning touch over Dream's arm, causing the other to grit his teeth at the admonishment, especially as his pace was already meager at best. Still, he slowed almost nearly to a stop, aiming to please George.

But, the other wasn't quite satisfied, holding a grip around Dream's wrist as George demanded, “Tighter, Dream.”

His brow furrowed at such a direction, but Dream could only follow, halting his motions in order to curl his fingers around himself as much as he could within the fabric restriction, holding with a grasp that made him ache for movement.

George cupped around Dream’s hand, pressing over the other's knuckles to make him squeeze, a pressure that made Dream whimper, struggling as his need only heightened. The other did not take any mercy and drove Dream's thumb down into the wetness that covered the stretched cloth right at the tip.

“George,” Dream whined pathetically.

“You're so impatient,” George sighed, pulling his hand away from Dream, which made the other immediately pout at the loss.

“Can't I have anything more?” Dream persuaded.

“Why can't you be satisfied with what I let you have,” George gestured to the grasp Dream had settled around himself, forced to keep still and not even allowed to be beneath his own clothes.

“It's not enough,” Dream griped, “You never give me enough.”

George narrowed his eyes at Dream, clearly displeased with the other's comment, but he merely offered something to move them along, commanding, “Fine, undress me then.”

Dream moved in a hurry, casting George's clothes aside as hope sparked anew, excitement cresting as the other gently moved Dream's boxers down so he was fully exposed.

George's nose brushed over the other's cheek as he leaned in, turning to the side to whisper, “Touch me.”

With no further hesitation, Dream moved to take George in his hand, making a shaky breath exhale out of the other as he immediately went to work, stroking George in short bursts right under the head, driving down into the sensitivity he knew he would find there.

The other grinned, sliding his face over in front of Dream and tilting his head to the side, bringing himself so close that Dream parted his lips in anticipation for their connection, disappointment deflating him as George didn't seek out any sort of his own contact besides the light palms he rested on Dream's shoulders for stability.

And, before Dream could extend any complaints or coaxing, George nudged him back, a glint alight in his eyes as he saw the ache that pressed against Dream's stomach, desperate for touch.

George's now slightly shaky arm moved down, trailing his knuckles over Dream's hip bone, making the other tense and shift towards anything the other would give.

But, George stopped before he met with the neediness between Dream's legs, asserting instead, “Use your hand on yourself too, won't you?”

Dream felt the argument rise, the one that told him to fight against this and beg for George to wrap around him. But, with a long exhale, Dream knew such things were futile, so he breathed out a trembling, “Of course,” as his palms found work in stroking them both.

George watched the little show with interest, how Dream became more dazed and his fists more uncoordinated as he tried to match his pace, struggling with panted breaths as his hips strived to move up and take more than was allowed.

Dream grew in his frustration as the other constantly made him stop and start again on himself while being made to keep constant on George. He had to just sit back, holding around in aggravating stillness as the other used his hand and directed Dream to extend George's pleasure even further.

He felt as the other was reaching close, Dream warning with a, “George-”

Which was immediately cut off with George shushing him and encouraging Dream to continue, “Shut up and get me off.”

Dream felt as his jaw set in indignation, especially as he was told to remove his own touch from himself entirely and merely had to sit by and watch as George spilled into his hand with shuddering breaths and a melting of tension from his body at the relief.

George's satisfied smile only made Dream huff, feeling antsy to take care of his own release, but the other made no move for that to happen, indicating at Dream's hand to clean them up. “You'll have to use your mouth,” he coyly grinned.

Dream felt heated, at both the way George was taunting him and at how edged he was. The entire time he licked his hand to clear the mess George had made, he glared at the other, upset at such unfairness.

When such duties were completed, Dream moved in close, poised and ready to flip this dynamic around and demand for what he was rightfully owed and also maybe steal the breath from George's mouth as he attacked him with lips and tongue and scathing teeth, but he got to do none of that.

As, right when he leaned in, George shoved Dream's head down, making the other clean whatever was left on his stomach before any continuation could commence, tsking, “Ah, you're not done yet. You'll have to fix this for me as well.”

“Ugh,” Dream groaned in irritation, flattening his tongue rough against George's abdomen, his fingers pressing harshly into the other's hips in defiance, even as he removed all that spilled with hardly any real argument.

George tousled Dream's hair as reward, not letting up in the slightest, not until the other was completely at his wit’s ends.

Dream's eyes were sharp, burning bright until he finally boiled over at George's offhand remark of, “You'll just have to wait until I get hard again.”

“You aren't even doing what you're supposed to!” Dream fumed, towering over George, pushing the other down until he was underneath him, “The whole point of this is to come inside me, not get off before we even start.”

George looked a little unprepared for Dream's sudden switch, but his features smoothed and he just shrugged, nonchalantly replying, “Just taking you up on your offer to do whatever I want.”

“But,” Dream protested, “You won't even get near me.”

George raised his eyebrow and taunted, “So what?”

Dream felt a burst of something hurt and angry erupt, surging down to press George to him in spiteful desire, but was stopped as the other slapped a hand over his mouth right when he got close.

With a tightened throat and a knotted chest, Dream hung his head in utter defeat.

George saw the change and uncertainly removed his palm away from the other's mouth, frozen when Dream's words came out in a sob, “Why won't you kiss me?”

There was a bit of panic in George's gaze as he saw the wetness build in Dream's eyes, who wouldn't even look at him and asked brokenly, “Did- did I do something wrong? I thought.. you wanted to kiss now. But,” Dream dared to glance at George, “Do you not feel that way anymore?”

“It's not like that,” George assured, turning his face to the side in embarrassment at the true answer he had to give, “I just.. like it when you want me so bad. I didn't- I only meant to tease you.”

He looked back at Dream, who was still stung with the rejection. George sighed, pulling the other in with a breathed out, “I'm like basically in love with you,” that was mostly muffled against the other's lips, Dream appeased by both words and how George moved to draw them deep and slow.

Dream calmed and subsided as the other clutched at him, kissing the breath from his lungs and showing the ache in his jaw that displayed how much George was holding back, struggling against his own desire to have Dream in all connections.

When they parted, Dream shamefully pressed his head against George's chin, admitting, “I feel like such an idiot. I don’t know why I reacted like that. This is what we do, just be little shits to each other.”

“It's okay,” George cooed, “I get it. You can only handle so much until you get too needy to function without me for a second longer.”

Dream exhaled out a long breath, “Yeah, whatever. Let's just- I'll get you hard again.”

George flushed slightly, eyes skimming away from Dream, “I, uh, I am, already.”

With a glance down that confirmed such claims, Dream gave a disparaging look to George, “You're just basically in love with me, you say? I think you're down bad, you little simp.”

George was unimpressed, pushing at Dream until he was the one on his back, “I don't want to hear it. Who was the one just crying because I wouldn't kiss him, hm?”

“You act like I haven't been a simp from day one.”

One roll of eyes later, and a cheesy grin from Dream, George moved them on from this conversation and asserted, “Now that you broke the rules of no touching until I was inside of you-“

“-Which you never even happen to mention any such rules,” Dream pointed out in his interruption.

“Irrelevant," George stated, lube bottle in hand, “You defied me, so now you have to stretch yourself open.”

Dream simply took what the other handed him, easy in compliance as he remarked, “I'm surprised you don't want to do it yourself. This is probably a merciful act for me.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, Dream.”

The other merely let out a breath, fingers covered and drifting down until he stilled, braving to ask, “Can you at least touch me, just a little?”

“I don't mind,” George offered, far too easily to let Dream's mind be at ease, his suspicions confirmed when the other added, “You'll have to move me yourself, though.”

“Of course,” Dream said through his teeth, George's hand wrapping around him the moment he pressed his fingers inside, tension running hot through him at the intrusion, his palm over George's and moving the other up in order to give himself a distraction to calm.

Dream had difficulty guiding any real stimulation with George's hand on him, his motions clumsy as he focused more on opening himself up, knowing it was only then that George would give him the full attention he craved.

In an efficient manner, with some quick motions later, Dream affirmed he was done, “Okay, you can fuck me now.”

“Hm,” George mused, head cocked to the side at Dream's obvious desire, “I think you need a bit more.”

Dream let out a whine of protest, sending his fingers further apart in order to prove that he didn't need anymore, “Please, George. It's enough.”

“Haven't you said this entire time it wasn't enough,” George contested, his hand growing lax around Dream until his touch was barely there.

“Not enough until I have you fully,” Dream panted, his pace increasing as he drove into where he was most sensitive, “I want your mouth, your hand, I want you to be inside me. It's not enough unless it's you, not just me.’

“Why?” George murmured, his hand now slick over himself as he prepared to give Dream what he asked for, bringing himself close to him until the other caught his gaze, George whispering low, “Do you like me or something?”

“Y-yes,” Dream breathed, “Do you need me to say it more? I will. If you want it, I will.’

“Go on.”

“I like you, I only ever think about you,” Dream rambled slightly, hoping to plead for George to get into action, “You- I fell for you, honest to god, so long ago I can't even remember a time where I wasn't completely infatuated by you.”

George grinned, his hand curling over Dream's fingers still pressed inside himself, “Good, now, stay here, I want you to feel me, okay?”

Dream could only choke out his incomplete reply as George slid slowly inside of him, entering along with Dream's digits and stretching the other wide.

With a gasp, Dream's head flung back, feeling as George drove deep, stolen from breath and words as he was filled almost too full, groaning as he felt the base of George press against his knuckles.

“Do you like it?” George coaxed, shifting slightly, which made Dream's head swim.

“George,” Dream whimpered, sliding his free hand roughly into the other's hair, pulling him down until their noses rested together, “Please.”

At that, George gently removed the other's fingers and closed the distance between them, kissing Dream with all the intensity that he kept dormant, causing them both to gasp when the connection stirred their hips in a frenzied desire.

And, Dream was wholly touched and held and kept close by the other, who didn't let any space of separation as George grasped Dream's face and utterly devoured him, taking every pant of breath as he licked and bit and tasted, overwhelming Dream with all he was holding back from.

Mouths and hips met, again and again, driving at a pace that was difficult to break away from, but, as duty demanded, George had to pull them apart, which he did with much reluctance.

He saw Dream's red, puffy lips, defiled by George's own attention, and could not resist from capturing them once more. He leaned away, but Dream grabbed him, making them kiss until they had no choice but to separate to get air back into their lungs.

Before the other could protest, which would only make George struggle to resist, he reminded, “I have to do the recording, Dream.”

The other sighed at the information, but nodded his head, releasing George to do as he needed, who sat up on his legs as he shakily got the camera into position.

With only a few strokes in, George already knew this wasn't going to work. “How did you even do this?” he asked in disbelief, the filming unsteady as he struggled to move into Dream, record, and guide the other all at the same time.

“Try both hands on the phone,” Dream offered. At the suggestion, George did so, but found he could not effectively push into the other with no hands available to grasp Dream’s hips.

“We have to do something else,” George professed in his defeat, stopping all his meager movements as Dream looked up at him in question.

“What will we- ah,” Dream began, but was cut off by George pulling him upwards until he rested on the other's lap, sinking down deep onto George.

“You'll have to be on top so I can do the video,” George stated, “I can't really handle doing it all myself, so you have to help.”

Dream opened his mouth to complain, but heeded to George's wishes immediately when the other wrapped a hand around him and stroked with heated intent.

So, since Dream was finally getting the end he had been vying for this entire time, he grinded down obediently on George, chasing after the other's touch and almost embarrassingly quickly falling apart as a result of his edged wait he had to bear.

Dream sank his head on George's shoulder, his eyesight going blank and all sense leaving his body as he eagerly spilled onto the other's awaiting palm. George made sure the other was fully satisfied, continuing in order to not cut off Dream too soon from his long anticipated reward.

Behind the camera, George's breaths became more panted, his direction unsteady as he pleaded, “Faster, Dream, please.”

In a way that defied his body, Dream braced the overstimulation and fucked himself on George until the other was thrusting in erratic motions, hand clutched desperately at Dream's side as George pushed him down, letting out a long sigh as his release was buried deep inside of Dream.

Dream jerked slightly as the other pulsed into him, feeling as he was stuffed full and forced to sit, engulfing George as the other emptied himself into Dream in stuttering motions.

They slowed and Dream attempted to keep his breathing even, aware of what was going to happen next and the embarrassing exposure he must present. He sucked in a sharp inhale as George pressed against his lower stomach, tensing at the pressure being put where the other rested inside him.

George gasped at the sudden tightness around him, scolding lightly with, “Dream!”

“Ugh,” Dream weakly responded, “What did you expect? You fucking came inside me, yes, I can feel it.”

George chuckled softly, drifting his fingers down and away as he shifted, making Dream groan, far too sensitive, commenting, “Now you get to see how it was for me last time.”

“Take mercy and let me up then,” Dream muttered against the other's neck, knowing he had done this to himself.

“Not just yet, Dream,” George murmured, pushing the other's chest until Dream was mostly in frame again, “Move for me, so we can hear it.”

Dream grimaced slightly, humiliation running hot over his face, his head downturned as he grinded on George, shutting his eyes at the sound that was made. The other had a dark, pleased expression on his face, prodding the other to continue, focusing close on the lewdness that they made with just a shift of hips.

“Please,” Dream cried, shoulders hunched and back curved to hide himself, “It's- it's embarrassing, George.”

“Why?” The other asked haughtily, “You seemed fine with it when you made me do the exact same thing.”

Dream flushed deeper, “It's just.. different when it’s actually inside of you.”

“I see,” George hummed, stilling Dream, “You can get up then. That will be less embarrassing, won't it?”

Dream sat slumped for a few moments, his hands clenched in fists at the amount he was going to be shown so intimately on camera, in the hands of George, at that.

He released a long, shaky breath, pulling himself up slowly, as was directed by George, Dream's face blushing in a furious red as he felt the mess slide down his thighs when he was no longer keeping it in.

Dream stood on his trembling knees, hands harsh on George's shoulders, face buried in the other's hair as the spill was recorded in high detail.

But, as he was not satisfied with the angle, George startled Dream by pushing him flat on his back, holding him up to get the same view the other got of him in the previous installment.

Dream balked at such attention, covering his face in his arms as his hips were lifted up on display.

“God, please,” Dream begged, struggling against the grip on him, drawing his legs together as close as he could with George in between them, “No more, I-I can't handle any more.”

After a few more seconds of making sure the shot was sufficient, George let the other go, at which Dream hastily pressed his legs together and turned on his side.

“Okay, no need to be so dramatic,” George sighed gently, “The camera is gone.”

Dream peeked out from behind his fingers, relaxing as he saw that they were, indeed, back to being recorded on the usual camera.

“Are we actually going to upload this?” Dream muttered.

“Hey,” George chastised, “This was your idea in the first place. It's far too late to back out now.”

Dream sat up, wincing slightly at how he was so roughly used, remarking, “Well, to be fair, when I said that, I only intended for you to be the one on bottom so..”

“Then, it's a good thing you're a switch,” George murmured, “We don't want to have specific roles, isn't that right?”

With an incline of his head, Dream conceded to this point, knowing he was the one who made this mess and he should at least give the other the privilege of making one of him, “Alright, whatever. So, this is it, George. Our channel has come to an end. Any thoughts?”

“Mm,” George considered, “It made me wonder why I never started an onlyfans sooner, just the amount of money we made from this-“

“Okay, we don't need to get into that,” Dream muttered, “I meant, was it worth it? Did you enjoy yourself? Should we have really ever begun this channel since, no matter what, we'll never be able to get it off the internet?”

“Honestly,” George mused, Dream fully expecting a dishonest answer to follow, but was surprised when the other admitted, “Yeah. It was actually a pretty good time. Maybe things got complicated, but,” George glanced at Dream, a warmth in his eyes, “I’m glad you're someone I could do this with.”

“George,” Dream breathed, at a loss with this genuine answer, making the other's eyes go wide and knocking the air from his chest as Dream tackled George into a hug, “When did you get so sappy and adorable?”

With a laugh that was smothered by a kiss, George exhaled, smiling as he murmured against Dream's lips, “Don't start expecting it, now.”

“Too late,” Dream grinned, pulling George in, over and over until they could maybe get enough of each other, though they never could.

They parted, sitting up to say their farewells, Dream breezy as he wished everyone well, “This is it, our send off. Where we ended up, I have to say, I'm pretty happy we got here, despite this being porn or whatever.”

“Yeah, who knew it would turn out this way,” George joked, “With us having to start filming ourselves literally having sex just so we would be able to reveal that we've secretly been in love with each other for years.”

“Yeah..” Dream laughed in a sigh, “I really don't know how we didn't expect that to happen, but, no matter, what's done is done. I've never been more proud of finishing a series than this.”

“See you on our actual channels.”

“Right,” Dream waved along with George, “Sometimes I forget we still do that.”

And, as the screen faded to black, the video and entire endeavor had finally reached its conclusion. A relationship was developed on screen, all by the power of love and live-streaming porn.

I mean, content is content.

And, of course, as always, a constant that will never leave you, there is still the option to arbitrarily:

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