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Lazily the brunet's fingers slid over the cold screen of his phone, just like they had for the last few hours that he had spent sitting together with Deam, who held the laptop on his lap, clicking and typing on what George assumed was a new video.
He huffed out loud, hoping for the blond to hear and start a conversation with him but as he doesn't do as he wished, George goes back to his phone, opening Instagram and continuing his scrolling there.
Subconsciously and without the brunet even noticing, his own hand, which had been resting on his thigh, slid lower and lower every second, on the fabric of his shorts.
"George, what the hell are you doing?" Dream calls, his eyes having caught the man's hand massaging his crotch now.
"Hm?" The other called confused, still no clue of his indecent behaviour that was going on.
"Oh sorry" he added as he follows the blond's eyes and halts his movements, pink patches appearing on his face from embarrassment.
"Looks like you have some tension to get off your shoulders" the taller joked, a deep smirk widening on his face.
"Ughh, I know. I've been pent up for weeks, but I can't let Sapnap win" he sighed, throwing his phone onto the couch by his side, sliding hands over his eyes.
"Win what?" The blond's face showed confusion.
"No nut November. We're competing against each other. If I get off he wins, I can't let that happen" he explained, turning to the side and letting himself fall backwards against the couch.
"Why don't you get off anyways, he won't know" he says now, taking his laptop and placing it onto the coffee table in front of him, turning to George.
"No no, I don't wanna cheat. I wanna win fair and square" the brunet mutters, leaning onto his elbows and pushing himself up to see Dream looking at him.
"Well," Dream's voice was low, and seductive, "I, for a fact know that Sapnap already lost"
"And how would one know such things" George played this game with Dream, pulling his words through a lustful tint that the blond smiled at.
"I have my sources" the tall man replied, leaning forward, closer to the brunet by his side, voice quieting with every word.
"Is that so," George's breath was hot and it lingered in the space before his mouth after he spoke.
"George," a low whisper, "personally I think you should get off, right now." He crawled further down the couch, holding his weight on both arms above the man that already had a hand on his crotch again, lightly rubbing himself through shorts.
"I must say I agree" the brunet responded. Whatever it was that they were doing here, it drove him insane, and even just the lustfulness in their warm breaths made him incredibly hard, he was that aching to finally cum.
"Look at you, all desperate and whiny under me" the blond sat back on his legs, right between the brunet's thighs, his placement giving him excellent access to the boy's crotch.
Gently he reached forwards, taking the man's hand and loosening it from where it was still rubbing and massaging the hard outline of George's cock, which was very visible.
"Wow already hard huh" the blond whispered as he slid tall fingers over the man's thighs and legs, travelling up to his stomach and chest, completely avoiding the place where he knew George needed touch the most.
The brunet's body was shaking under the sensation of Dream's large hands exploring his tingling skin, his own fingers quickly attaching to Dream's figure as they saw the opportunity.
"You wanna do this thing?" Dream whispered, as their faces were just inches apart, the hot air hitting George's face, making him twitch.
He nodded, and leaped forward to close the gaps between lips and combine both their warm breaths into one, spit mixing and dribbling from their faces.
Dream loosened himself from the kiss, pulling back down to George's body, placing his now kiss bitten lips on the skin he saw before him, sucking and biting, making George's head fall backwards, loud moans filled with pleasure escaping his mouth.
"Fuck, Dream," he whined, "please just touch my dick, I'm so hard, fuck"
Dream smirked, as he let his kissing lips travel downwards to the spot George so desperately wanted to be touched.
George's entire body shivered, as he finally felt pressure on his cock, Dream's mouth and face pressing into it through the thin fabric of his shorts.
"Oh my fucking god" the small man breathed, back arching off the ground to comprehend the incredible feeling that he felt at the mouth and face of the blond.
"Fuck, I'm hard too" Dream whinced, one of his hands travelling to his own cock and massaging through his tight jeans, very clear outlines leaving next to nothing to the imagination.
"Holy shit you're big" George pointed at the huge bulge, sitting up and pushing Dream off his own crotch in the process.
Even though George was chasing the high of an incredible orgasm, he would much rather be touching and satisfying what he saw caged in front of him.
"You need some help with that?" the brunet slurred his words, as he reached forwards and let his hands feel the man's hard as rock boner, straining against his tight jeans.
Quickly he reached upwards, opening the button to the pants and pulling down the zipper, the taller man sighing in relief as he felt some of the tightness disappear.
George watched the man's expression as he slid his hand into his pants, caressing, and playing with the man's dick, ever so slightly teasing him with floating touches.
After teasing the man for a few minutes, George let himself fall backwards onto his knees, pulling at the blond's pants signalling him to take them off.
The blond complied immediately, losing his pants and his shirt before pulling George's pants down and off his legs, followed by the white shirt, discarding both of them to the pile of clothes that had already collected on the floor.
"Fuck you're so hot," George whispered as he took in the picture infront of him.
Tall, blond and nearly naked, the man stood next to the couch, the only thing he was wearing was tight, red, boxers which showed a stain where his tip pressed hard against the fabric.
"So are you" the blond responded, once again taking a seat between the brunet's thighs, hands floating over the hot, pale skin.
The blond leaned forwards, his and the brunet's crotch, touching and rubbing against one another, making both of them wince in the incredible sudden pleasure they felt.
"Dream, fuck, do that again, please" the older man moaned, thrusting his hips upwards into the man, his entire body twitching as he humped Dream's crotch in sloppy and fast thrusts.
With strong, but shaky hands, Dream stopped the movements, the brunet whining as the other leaned back and lost contact completely.
"Dream please" he whined loudly, his own hand already on its way to grab himself, being stopped by the blond.
"We're gonna do something even better," the blond promised, holding a huge smirk on his face, as he pulled off his boxers, revealing his huge rock hard cock, stroking it a few times after it was freed.
"Holy shit" George whispered, throwing his head back at thinking what worlds of pleasure that thing could open up.
"Your turn" the blond muttered, and a few seconds later, both of them were completely naked, harder than they had ever been.
"Fuck, touch me, please" George moaned, as he bucked his hips into the air, trying so desperately to find any kind of friction that would help ease his aching erection.
"Have a little patience" the blond laughed, a quick stroke over his own cock before leaning down to George's.
He positioned himself above the man's crotch, mouth opening as he went lower and lower, spit collecting in his mouth, ready to give the man the pleasure he needed.
"Oh my god, fuck, that feels so good" the brunet groaned, as he felt Dream's wet tounge slide over his head and the hand stroking the base of his cock.
"Fuck yeah, suck me off, please" his back arched of the couch once again as he felt Dream's mouth engulfing him entirely, touching the back of his throat with every bob was driving him to his climax sooner than expected.
"Holy, you're so good at this, ah" he called, as Dream sped up even more, tears straining the blond's eyes, from having a cock down his throat. Both of them loved every second of this, Dream loved the look and desperation he had caused in the man beneath him.
"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close" George yelled, and in that moment Dream stopped each and every movement, backing up, leaving George a whimpering, arching mess, so close to his climax but not quite there yet.
"Dream, please, let me cum, please" he called as he once again tried thrusting into the air with no success.
"Not quite yet." He explained, smirk on his lips, "It's your turn." The blond leaned back, spreading his legs and pointing to his dick which he was lazily stroking, making his eyes flicker for a second.
George quickly stood from the sofa and moved to kneel on the floor before Dream, he was the perfect height to exactly reach the man's cock, some would say he was made for this.
He started slowly, grabbing the man with one of his hands and stroking, before spitting and attaching his tired lips to the reddened tip of the cock, making Dream's head fall backwards in sheer pleasure.
George quickly let the man slide into his mouth, hand stroking the parts that wouldn't fit his small mouth.
As soon as George had fully adjusted to the weight on his tongue and an object constantly triggering his gag reflex, he started going as fast as he could.
Dream went crazy at the sensation of his dick hitting the back of George's throat and bulging out his cheeks to the extent it did.
"Fuck, George, you're doing so well, fuck" he groaned, placing a hand onto the brunets head and pushing down even further, so that all his dick was fully in the smaller's mouth, creating a visible bulge on his throat which turned him on even more.
The brunet pulled off his cock for just a moment, hand stroking as a few hoarse words flew out, driving Dream even more insane.
"Face fuck me" he muttered, spit covering his lips and chin, eyes watery from gagging, Dream had never been more attracted to anyone in his life, ever.
"That's so hot, Holy fuck," ha called, pulling George's hair making the other moan loudly before he took the dick back into his mouth, preparing to get absolutely obliterated, by the huge cock down his throat.
Dream started off slow, each thrust becoming faster and faster as he moved both his hands to the man's face, holding him tight as he thrusted as fast and as deep as he could, watching the tears fall from George's eyes and mix with the spit covering his face.
He felt a familiar feeling building up in his stomach, and just like with George earlier, he stopped just before he reached his presumably intoxicating climax, by pulling a completely wrecked George off his cock, and pushing him back.
"Dream please I just wanna cum, please let me cum" the brunet whimpered as the blond picked him up from the floor and threw him onto the couch, pushing his back down against the rough fabric, Dream sitting back between his thighs.
"Oh you're gonna cum, don't worry, you'll love this" he smiled deeply as he leaned over the man, both their dicks touching in what could only be described as an explosion of pleasure.
Dream let one hand glide to their cocks, reaching around both of them and holding tight before starting to move back and forth making George scream in pleasure he had never experienced.
"Shit, go faster, faster" he cried, hands tightening into the couch cushion underneath him as Dream went even faster than he thought he could, that familiar feeling quickly building up in both of their stomachs, their climax approaching fast.
"Holy fuck, keep going, I'm so close" the brunet yelled as his hips involuntarily start moving along with the blond's, one particularly hard thrust, finally sending him over the edge, in what could only be described as the best, most intoxicatingly blissful orgasm he had felt in his entire life.
Everything around him went blurry as his entire body shook and white stickiness covered Dream's hand and his stomach.
Dream kept going at a pace that slowly but surely drove George into overstimulation. With loud whining and groaning Dream was finally pushed over the edge too, falling forwards and thrusting through his orgasm, until he stopped and just lay there on top of George in their beautiful mess.
"That, was fucking awesome" George breathed when he had found his way back to his words, gently petting the blonds hair, that splayed onto his chest where Dream was laying.
"Agreed" the blond huffed, eyes still closed, taking in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm.