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George wakes up hard.

This isn’t a particularly odd occurrence; morning wood is a thing, of course. It’s not the morning, though, and George had fallen asleep hard, so he kind of expected that it’d go down by now. Or maybe it did— yeah, it probably did, —and his stupid sleep brain decided to get it back up again. Not like it matters. He’s hard, and not just hard, but extremely needy.

He rolls himself over in bed (more like on bed, since he and Dream had fallen asleep atop the covers) and checks the clock on the bedside table. Sure enough, it’s only been about an hour, give or take, since he fell asleep. Unsurprising, because he wasn’t tired in the first place; he had just managed to nap since Dream had fallen asleep on top of him.

And clearly, at some point within the hour, Dream had rolled himself over and away from George. Looking over, George sees his boyfriend sprawled on the bed next to him, laid out on his front, and fast asleep.

Perhaps looking at Dream right now isn’t a good idea, because it surely isn’t helping George’s downstairs situation. Seeing Dream brings back all the memories of what they did before they both fell asleep, which just so happens to be related to why he was hard to begin with. They’d made out for, like, a full 30 minutes non stop, before George had absolutely rocked Dream’s shit with a vibrator. 

And while thinking about that right now is not a good idea if he wants this boner to go away, it’s pretty hard to not think about it, about the sweet noises Dream made, about how his legs twitched and his breathing had quickened as George fucked him good with the toy. It’s especially difficult to not think about it when Dream is next to him like this, still completely naked after he had fallen asleep almost immediately after cumming. 

Dream is on his front, hands holding his pillow, with one leg bent upward while the other one, the one closest to George, is laid out straight. He really is a sight, one that, again, is not at all helping how needy he is. Dream’s ass is literally right there, looking as perfect as it always does, and it takes everything in George to not reach out and touch.

In his defence, he hadn’t intended on falling asleep. After messing around with Dream, his plan was to hold him and cuddle with him until he fell asleep like he always does after they do this stuff, and then sneak away to the bathroom and get himself off. Dream, however, is heavy, and when he falls asleep half on top of George, it’s pretty difficult to get out from under him without waking him.

He’s also very cosy, so after George had resigned himself to staying in bed with Dream, sleep came pretty easy. It’s bound to come easy when there’s nothing to do except stare at the ceiling while your boyfriend clings to you.

Now, though, he isn’t clinging to him, and is instead next to George, positioned in such a suggestive way that it looks almost posed. George would perhaps think that Dream had actually laid like this, with his ass on display like that, on purpose, if he wasn’t very clearly asleep and snoring softly. 

George’s eyes rake across his body, from his broad shoulders and down his back, all the way to his perfect thighs and calves, then back up again to keep staring at his ass. His dick twitches. He wants to fuck him so bad.

How did he get so lucky? Blessed with such a beautiful boyfriend?

With a gentle sigh George adjusts himself until he’s also laying on his front. He rests his face down against his pillow so he can still look at Dream, and softly rolls his hips down against the bed. It’s only a small movement, testing to see if rubbing himself off like this will wake Dream. It doesn’t, and George lets himself slowly grind down into the sheets while his eyes drink in the sight of Dream’s body.

This won’t be enough to get him off, he knows, but it relieves some of how pent up he is. He tries grinding down a bit harder, but winces at how much movement that is, so he instead shoves a hand between his legs over his boxers, so he can roll down into that.

It’s better, but after a little while, that also becomes not enough. He stills his hips, squeezing and kneading at his cock idly through his underwear while his brain runs through a million horny scenarios at once.

He thinks of that high pitched keen Dream had let out earlier when George was fingering him, and the way his hole had clenched around his fingers. He thinks of the beautiful way his back had arched when he came all over himself. He thinks of how Dream’s eyes had rolled back when he had kept the vibrator pressed against his spot long after he had cum, overstimulating him until he whined and begged for it to be turned off.

Yeah, it’s no wonder Dream was out like a light so quick after that. George had kind of pushed him pretty hard. 

It’s a miracle that George had even managed to fall asleep, honestly. Dream is perfect, especially when he’s whimpering like that, and George is kind of impressed with himself that he didn’t immediately get himself off over Dream’s body, adding to the mess of cum on his stomach.

Oh, god. He grips himself harder. That’s a hot thought, one that makes him throb. He wishes he could cum on Dream, now, all over his back that George is staring at right now. He wishes he could work him open again, feel Dream writhe on his fingers, and fuck him into the mattress, overstimulating him even more like he had earlier.

Why does Dream have to be asleep? It’s so not fair, George thinks. Getting himself off lamely while Dream is literally right there is almost sad. But… Dream’s a heavy sleeper. George might be able to, like, feel him up a bit, right?

He props himself up, and takes his hand away from between his legs. Hesitantly, he reaches out toward Dream’s side, and lightly brushes his fingers across warm skin. He waits, but Dream doesn’t stir, so he lets himself indulge a little further. His hand explores slowly and gently across Dream’s side and back, biting back the urge to dig in his nails or grip tightly at his waist.

Dream is still snoring quietly, so George keeps it up, shuffling closer so he can touch however he likes. His hand moves over his hip, fingertips rubbing against the bone, before it slips back around to his lower back.

Leaning forward, George places a kiss between his shoulder blades. Touching Dream is nice, really nice, but the neediness in him throbs once more, and he pauses to think about what he should do with himself. 

He doesn’t think too hard, though, and decides on shuffling a little further down the bed, leaving kisses down Dream’s spine until he’s low enough to kiss at the small of his back. Looking up one more time, he waits a moment before continuing, just to check Dream hasn’t noticed anything. Nope. Still asleep. Awesome.

This is weird, his brain tells him, you’re being a bit of a weirdo right now. And, okay, maybe this is pretty weird. Maybe feeling up your sleeping boyfriend is a bit creepy, and George does have it in him to feel a bit bad. 

...Not too bad, though, because his hand comes down to rub over Dream’s ass.

He loves Dream’s ass so much, this much is a given. It’s just so good , he doesn’t understand how a guy who does nothing but sit at a computer all day can manage to have such a nice ass, but here Dream is. His hand caresses over the soft skin of Dream’s ass, and yeah, he’s definitely a lucky guy, because it feels so nice in his hand

Another kiss gets placed to his back, before he squeezes his hand, feeling the flesh give under his fingers. Carefully, slowly, he moves his hand, effectively pulling Dream’s cheeks apart, and he’s greeted to the sight of Dream’s hole. He lets out a long, shaky breath. Fuck, bad idea, bad idea.

Dream’s hole is still a little pink from it’s earlier abuse with the toy, and there’s a faint hint of shine from leftover lube around it. He’s gorgeous, and seeing it now, when his dick is this hard, he needs to be inside of it.

It’d be too embarrassing to wake Dream up and ask if he can fuck him, though. Dream would never let him live that down, would laugh at him for being too much of a horny idiot to be able to just wait, or get off by himself. So he can’t.

But Dream looks so good right now. He looks so relaxed, all peaceful like this, with his ass looking so delicious. It’s only been, like, an hour, George bets that he’s still pretty open, that his hole would easily be able to take his fingers again without resistance.

He wants to find out. He has to find out. Dream has been fast asleep until now, right? Surely another couple of touches will be fine. 

George shuffles on the bed until he’s sat up properly, legs crossed, so he has use of both of his arms. He places a hand on either side of Dream’s ass, and uses his thumbs to spread his cheeks gently. Fuck, he really wants to eat him out, but that’d definitely be too far.

One of his hands moves closer between his cheeks, and ever so carefully he brushes his thumb over Dream’s hole. He feels so soft, so warm, and George holds his breath, listening for any sign that Dream is stirring. Once again, there’s nothing, and George relaxes.

He does it again, petting over Dream’s hole timidly, and watching how it twitches ever so slightly under his touch. It’s still a little slick, and when his thumb rubs over it with a little bit more pressure, it opens up easily, as if trying to take it in.

George has to bite his tongue to stop himself from groaning. Dream is so pliant beneath him, so ready.  

After a moment's hesitation, George brings his hand up to his face, and he spits into it a few times. He rubs his saliva over his pointer and middle finger, spitting again just to make sure they’re thoroughly covered in it, before bringing his hand back down to Dream’s ass.

His wet fingers caress delicately over Dream’s hole, not enough to enter him, just teasing at it. Dream shifts a little beneath him, his arms tensing and untensing by his head, and George’s heart stutters. After a moment, though, he falls still again. 

He waits a couple more seconds, before continuing to play with Dream’s hole. It’s still so open, George can tell, it’s practically begging for George’s fingers to enter. In any other situation, George would stop here, but because he knows that Dream had a toy inside of him only an hour ago, George feels okay enough to slowly, so so slowly, start to push the tip of his middle finger inside.

Instead of watching Dream’s hole like he wants to, George keeps his eyes trained on what he can see of Dream’s face, watching in case he wakes him. He moves his finger as gently as he can, inching in so gradually, so as not to wake him.

Dream is so warm inside, so hot and soft against George’s finger. Once he’s in all the way to his knuckle, he keeps it there, unmoving. He’s a little surprised Dream hasn’t woken yet, even though he’s doing everything he can to be as gentle as he can and not wake him, he would’ve guessed a finger in his ass would do it.

He’s always been a heavy sleeper, though, always sleeping through his alarms. And he’s an even heavier sleeper after sex, so George is in luck.

This is really, really weird now, like, borderline creepy, his brain warns him. No, scratch that, it’s not even borderline, this is definitely creepy. He knows this. But, why is it so hot, too? Why is fingering his sleeping boyfriend getting him even more turned on. He feels his dick leak into his boxers.

He pulls his finger back at the same pace he pushed it in, then presses back again. In, and out, he softly thrusts his finger into Dream, until after a few minutes, he pulls his hand away. He spits onto his fingers again, before going back down and starting to push both his pointer and middle finger inside together.

At this, Dream makes a quiet noise, and George pauses with his fingers in only to the first knuckle. He didn’t sound pained or anything, but George peers at him, alarmed, until he deems Dream fine enough for him to continue.

Another noise escapes him once George’s fingers are completely buried inside of him, like a quiet hum, and his hips shift a little. He’s just moving in his sleep, he’s not waking up, George tells himself. Anyone would be fidgety if they had fingers up their ass. His free hand moves to rub soothing circles on Dream’s lower back. 

He works Dream open gently on two fingers, before adding more spit and pressing in a third. Dream takes it so easily, and George wants to groan at how perfect he’s being right now. He wants to praise him aloud, tell him how good he is, what a good job he’s doing, but obviously he can’t.

As he fingers him, scissoring his fingers, Dream’s breathing starts to quicken, and he starts to steadily make little noises. George keeps a close eye on him to make sure he’s not fully awake, but continues his movements. Dream is just so cute right now, twitching and whimpering in his sleep while George touches him, George knows he’s going to be using this as jerk off material for the next, like, forever.

After a while, though, his own neediness makes itself horribly known once again. He’s all loose, all ready, I could just fuck him right now. It’s impossible to ignore how hard he is, and feeling Dream’s heat around his fingers just makes him want to be inside him even more.

No, no. He can’t do that. Dream is asleep, he’s vulnerable, George can’t take advantage of him like that. But I’ve been taking advantage of him already…

He pulls his fingers out, and his breath stutters at the sight of Dream’s empty hole fluttering around nothing, clenching like it wants to be filled again. Dream lets out the sweetest little whine, too, and fuck fuck fuck, George just has to put his dick in him.

Months ago, Dream had woken him up with a blowjob. Completely out of the blue, they hadn’t spoken about it prior, and they haven’t spoken about it since. It was probably the best morning George has ever had in his life, though, and if Dream was comfortable with doing that, then surely he wouldn’t mind if George did something similar, right?

He thinks back to a conversation they had a long time ago, way back when George was still in the UK. They had been sexting, as you do, and had spoken briefly about the idea of doing stuff while one of them was asleep. It was all said in the heat of the moment, Dream babbling about how he would let George use him while he slept, and how hot he thought it’d be if he could jack off over George and cum on his sleeping face.

But that conversation was ages ago, so long that George doesn’t know if Dream remembers. He should definitely talk to Dream about doing stuff like that first before just doing it. Yeah, he really should talk to Dream first. 

George looks over Dream’s sleeping form, then over to the bedside table where the toy and lube they’d used earlier sit. Back to Dream’s body, then the table, and back again. This is stupid. This is so stupid.

He leans over and grabs the lube off of the table, his mind screaming at him and calling him a creep and a pervert over and over as he does. It’s no use, though, he’s so damn hard, he needs this so badly. Dream will understand, he’s sure. He’d probably find it funny, if anything.

Lube bottle in hand, George carefully shuffles around, moving himself on the bed until he’s up on his knees, one leg between Dream’s. He looks so lovely beneath him, so innocent and peaceful and unaware. He pulls his boxers down his thighs until his dick is free. Damn, he’s really doing this, huh?

George squirts a generous amount of lube onto his hand, definitely more than is necessary, and rubs it over himself. Contact on his neglected cock feels so good, his eyes fluttering shut as he strokes himself. 

Once he’s covered, he sets the bottle down, and rubs the excess from his hand off onto the bed sheets. Slowly, George shuffles himself forward, a hand hesitantly reaching to hold one of his ass cheeks open, exposing that perfect hole while his other hand holds himself at the base of his dick.

George looks up at Dream’s face again. He’s still asleep. He still doesn’t know. How the hell has he gotten away with this for this long?

He gets himself close enough to rub his tip against his hole, and fuck, that’s already so good. With a final deep breath in, George pushes himself in, so agonisingly slowly. As soon as the head of his cock is in, Dream makes a quiet whine, his face screwing up slightly.

George’s heart thuds in his chest as he keeps going. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Dream is so, so hot around him, so soft and tight and perfect, George wishes he could make noise. Guilt and shame and possessiveness flood through him as he bottoms out, the hand on his dick moving to hold Dream’s hip. He can’t believe this is actually happening, and he finds it way, way hotter than he should.

He stays buried to the hilt inside of him, just watching as Dream squirms a little in his sleep, his body clearly confused. Dream is tight, but he had taken George’s fingers and length easily, so George knows that he’s not in pain. Dream’s arms tighten around the pillow he’s holding. Cute. 

It’s so hard to stay still, but he lets Dream adjust for a moment, before gradually pulling back. He doesn’t pull out far, just a little, before pushing back in again. When he’s all the way in once more, Dream whimpers again, and it’s the prettiest sound George thinks he’s ever heard.

This is already way too far. I should definitely stop.... But he doesn’t.

Dream won’t be able to stay asleep throughout all of this, he knows this. But he keeps his pace slow and kind, more just grinding into him rather than thrusting. He feels so fucking good around him, George feels himself twitch inside, and he really wants to fuck him properly even though that’s not an option.

Both of George’s hands move to smooth up Dream’s back, petting over him soothingly as he starts to shift some more. George pulls out a little further, and as he pushes in this time, Dream properly groans. It makes George’s stomach drop, but Dream’s eyes are still shut.

He wonders if Dream is hard, if the fingers in him and now George’s cock have gotten him all worked up. It’s a shame he can’t see in this position, with Dream’s dick trapped underneath himself. In any other position, George would touch that, too, would jerk him off slowly with himself.

The next time he pushes back in, hips flush against Dream’s ass, George slowly lowers himself over Dream’s back. He kisses at Dream’s shoulders as he grinds into him, and god, he feels like he’s hitting even deeper like this.

Unsurprisingly, this pulls another noise from Dream, this one a little louder and more confused sounding, and he clenches around George’s cock. Ah, he’s waking up.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay” George hushes him, voice as soft as he can get it while he presses more kisses to his skin. “Go back to sleep, it’s alright.”

Dream relaxes almost immediately, and George smiles against his back. He didn’t expect that to work, but Dream just nuzzles further into his pillow. He’s so cute, he trusts me so much. George feels precum leak out of his cock and inside of Dream.

Now that Dream has already been stirred once, he guesses there’s not much use in being too careful. He’s still gentle, slow, but George lets himself set a soft pace as he fucks into Dream, burying his face into his back to try and muffle his quickening breaths as his hands grip at his waist.

Little whimpers keep escaping Dream, and they only encourage George. Even though he’s relaxed and docile, it’s clear that Dream is at least semi conscious. He’s not protesting though, not even trying to get away, and something about it makes most of George’s nerves and guilt from before disappear.

“You’re so perfect, so amazing,” George mutters, quiet.

Dream’s hips twitch, and the movement forces a groan out of George.

“H-uh?” Dream’s voice is barely there, mostly just breath, as he seems to try and wake himself up.

“You’re okay, it’s okay.” George reassures, squeezing his waist.

“Wha’re you…”

George hadn’t really thought about what he’d do when Dream inevitably woke up, what he’d say, but he thought he didn’t want him to at all. Now, though, hearing Dream’s sleepy voice and confused tone, it somehow gets him even harder. 

“Shh, let me do this, okay? Let me do this.”

He doesn’t know why he says it, it makes him sound even creepier, but Dream doesn’t complain, he just hums and doesn’t question it. Dream just… lets him do it. Oh, god, Dream is just letting George violate him.

And maybe he’s not really awake enough to do anything about it, but still, the thought that Dream knows what is happening and is willingly taking it… it ignites something in George. Almost like a switch had gone off, George immediately forgets about not wanting to rouse Dream, and instead starts fucking into him properly.

“So good, so good for me,” He mutters, arousal taking over him as Dream gasps at the new pace. “So perfect, letting me use you like this.”

Dream is slowly getting more conscious, and it's obvious by how his noises start pitching louder and he starts squirming beneath him. George pulls himself up so he’s no longer flush to Dream’s back and looks down at him. He’s so glad he did, because fuck, Dream is beautiful.

His face is all screwed up, mouth open, and his hips keep twitching. The hands he has on his pillow are digging in hard, and George can’t help but smile at what he’s done. This is fucked up, his brain tells him, you’re getting off on fucking your sleeping boyfriend awake. He’s confused. You’re a creep.

He can hardly feel like a creep though when it feels so good. Dream keeps clenching around him, almost like his hole is asking for him to go faster, harder. So he does, his hands trailing down to Dream’s hips and gripping hard as he thrusts quicker. He’s not going to last long.

“Nngh, ah- ” Dream seems to try to say something, but it’s cut off by a sharp moan.

“That’s it, it’s okay,” George coos. “Does it feel good?”

Dream lets out a strained gasp in response, and George smiles at it. 

“You’re so perfect, so good. I should-” He cuts himself off with a moan, “I should fuck you awake more often, you’re so good for letting me take you like this.”

He’s not usually like this, all talkative during sex, but something about the situation has him feeling ramble-y. Dream doesn’t seem to mind, though, apparently content to just lay there and take it, moaning and whimpering as he’s fucked into.

George leans down again so he’s pressed to Dream’s back, one hand coming up to card through his hair. As he pushes in deep, Dream mewls , and George’s pace stutters at the sound.

“ Fuck , you sound so pretty, oh my god ,” He mumbles, feeling himself get close.

Dream’s hips roll back, seemingly trying to get George even deeper, and he cries out when he gets what he wants, burying his face into his pillow to hide his noises. Yeah, George thinks, he definitely needs to do this more if this is the way Dream is going to react.

He feels himself almost at the edge, and he fucks himself long and deep inside of Dream.

“You’re perfect, so good, perfect for me,”

Another moan from Dream, and George pulls away from Dream’s back, thrusting himself a few more times before pulling out. His hand works over his cock quickly, stroking himself as he rubs his tip against Dream’s hole, and he cums.

Dream whimpers as George’s cum slicks up his hole and between his cheeks, dripping down onto his balls and the sheets beneath him. He looks so fucking good, George can’t take his eyes off of where he’s releasing onto Dream’s used ass, and he groans at the sight. 

It’s the guiltiest orgasm he’s ever had, but also, somehow, the hottest.

He touches himself through it, and Dream pushes his hips back against him, like he’s trying to force George’s head back inside of himself. How, how is he so fucking cute? George laughs, breathless, and shuffles back a little so his cock is no longer right against him.

Looking over Dream, all tired and used and shaky, George’s heart skips a beat. He looks perfect, his twitching hips and his clenching, messy hole.

“Nh, no,” Dream pants, voice still thick with sleep. “ More, more. Please. ”

George smiles, heart full of fondness, and he brings his fingers down to rub against and play with Dream’s hole. Dream moans at the touch, and George can see, even though his face is still pressed into his pillow, that he’s nodding his head.

“Want my fingers?”

Dream nods some more, a muffled ‘mhm’ coming from him while he keeps trying to push his hips back. George’s free hand just rubs over his hip and side soothingly.

“Hey, relax, okay?” He keeps his tone gentle. “Relax, just let me make you feel good.”

And, once again, Dream listens. He lets himself melt into the bed beneath him, and as a reward, George gathers his own cum on his fingers as makeshift lube and pushes two into Dream’s needy, slick hole.

The sigh Dream lets out is adorable, and George immediately sets a moderate pace, curling his fingers ever so slightly to brush right where Dream wants him most. Dream, bless him, tries his best to keep calm, but on every pass over his prostate, he whimpers and his hole clenches around George’s fingers.

“Look at you,” George hums. “You liked waking up to me inside of you, then?”

Dream lifts his face out of the pillow to rest his cheek against it. “Ah- yes, yeah, was nice,” He pants.

Seeing how worked up Dream is spurs George on. He laughs, teasingly.

“You’re so cute, you’re getting off on me taking advantage of you.”

The wording is a little gross, it makes George seem like a weird pervert, but it’s not entirely untrue, is it? He almost regrets saying it, but the moan Dream lets out is almost pathetic. 

“Yeah?” George grins, “You like being taken advantage of?”

“ Mmh, yeah, fuck-” Dream tries to speak, but gives up, clearly overwhelmed. George doesn’t blame him, he did get fucked and overstimulated earlier, too, it’s no wonder he’s so out of it now.

“You like being violated in your sleep?” Again, the words feel too heavy, but they have Dream choking out another noise.

George watches as Dream lets go of his pillow, and shoves one hand underneath himself and between his legs. He likes the thought of being used… George thinks that they definitely need to discuss that at some point, because fuck, that’s hot. 

He fucks his fingers into Dream, cum and lube slicking  his movements while Dream strokes himself. If the way Dream’s breathing picks up and the way his noises get higher in pitch is anything to go by, he seems close already.

George snickers. “That’s it, angel. Close already?”

“Yeah, yeah,”

“Good. You’re so fucking cute, Dream, so close just from being violated.”

Dream whines, loud and high, and George just watches as the boy below him chases his orgasm. He keeps his fingers at a regular pace, and he can’t help but smile when Dream groans and shoves his face back into the pillow, his back arching as he tries to get George’s fingers deeper.

And when Dream cums, he looks so perfect that George is sure that he would’ve gotten hard just watching if he too hadn’t just gotten off. Dream whimpers like a little puppy, in a way that George has never heard from him before, as he cums over his fist and onto the blankets below him.

George kind of wants to keep going, to keep pressing his fingers inside of Dream until he’s shaking and crying, overstimulated beyond coherence, but he decides against it and pulls his fingers out slowly once Dream has completely gone lax into the bed. He’s already had enough for today, he bets Dream is probably exhausted.

Peering at his face, it seems he’s right, because he looks like he’s fast asleep again. George laughs.

“You okay?”

Dream just groans, pulling his hand out from beneath himself and letting it just rest next to him.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, let me wipe all this off you, first.”

George stands, going to grab some tissues off of the desk on the other side of the room. Once he turns back to Dream, he thinks it’s a real shame that he has to clean him up, since he looks so good all messy like this.

He climbs back onto the bed and carefully wipes his own cum off of Dream as best he can. It’s not as good as what a shower would do, but it’s enough for now. He doubts Dream wants to get up to go wash right now.

When he’s done, and has thrown the gross tissues onto the nightstand, guilt suddenly washes over him. Jesus, he actually just did that. He actually basically just molested his boyfriend in his sleep. His stomach drops, and he quickly lays down half on top of Dream, where he’s still not moved positions.

His arm circles Dream’s torso, squeezing tight as he buries his face into Dream’s shoulder.

“I’m… so sorry.” He mutters. “God, I’m so, so sorry.”

Dream stirs with a questioning hum, before he turns around completely so they’re face to face. He shuffles himself sleepily until they both have their arms wrapped around each other, Dream’s head nuzzled into George’s chest.

“Why’re you apologizing?” Dream asks, voice quiet.

George would roll his eyes if he had the energy. “Because I just- I just did that. Without asking. That’s… that was super, like, bad .”

“No, shut up, shut up,” He feels Dream shake his head. “I liked it.”

“Yeah, but what if you didn’t?”

Dream’s arms tighten around him. “I did. So don’t panic or anything.”

He wants to argue with Dream, but it’s clear that he’s tired beyond anything, which isn’t that surprising. He presses a kiss to Dream’s hair.

“And,” Dream continues, speaking around a yawn. “I like when you don’t ask. You should not ask me more often.”

And George laughs at that, at the dumb way Dream worded it, and at the way his words sound when he’s talking through a yawn. 

“Okay. Maybe I’ll not ask you some more. Make sure to tell me if you really don’t want stuff, though.”

“Yeah.” Another yawn, then a laugh. “Sorry. ‘m so tired. I might fall asleep.”

George brings a hand up to pet through Dream’s hair. “That’s okay, you can sleep. I, uh, put you through a lot today.”

Dream just giggles softly into his chest, and George holds him close as he drifts off.

And, once again, George resigns himself to cuddling with Dream. He’s still not exactly tired this time, and the absurdity of this situation along with the weird mix of guilt and thrill has him feeling giddy, so he definitely won’t be falling asleep.

He plays with Dream’s hair, pressing kisses to the top of his sleeping head every now and then. All of that was, uh, definitely not a very good thing to do, like, morally. But seeing how Dream reacted, hearing his pretty noises and feeling him writhe beneath him…

Yeah, he’s probably going to end up doing that again at some point.