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The music of the club was loud and kind of overstimulating to Dream, if he was honest. He appreciated the thrum of the bass in his chest, but his vision seemed to lag as he looked around the room. Being slightly tipsy probably wasn’t helping, either.
A nudge on his shoulder knocked him out of his fear-induced trance. He looked over to George, who was on his tiptoes with his hand perpendicular to the side of his mouth to whisper in his ear. Amused, Dream bent down to listen.
“That girl over there is looking at you,” George stage-whispered over the noise, gesturing towards the bar. Dream turned his head to see a stunning young woman with her jet black hair styled in a y2k-looking updo looking at him like she wanted to eat him.
“Woah.”
“Yeah, I know. You should go talk to her.”
“I can’t-“
“Yes you can c’mon!”
“I can’t! I wouldn’t know what to say—I’m too nervous.”
“Ugh gooooo,” George said, quite loudly, pushing him towards her. It would be too embarrassing and obvious to turn back now, so Dream hesitantly began walking toward the girl.
As she saw him approach, her smile got wider, sipping the last dregs of her drink and setting the empty glass back on the bar.
“Hi, um, how are you?” Dream said as he got within arm's distance, praying she couldn’t tell that he was sweating profusely.
“Hi, handsome. Haven’t done this much, have we?”
Dream chuckled nervously. “Nope,” another small laugh, “I don’t get out much.”
“That’s alright, you’re cute enough to make up for it. What’s your name?”
“Oh uh, it’s Clay, but my friends call me Dream,” he said, desperately trying to keep his eyes on hers, which was difficult despite their beauty. They were green, which stood out against the heavy black makeup around her eyes, lots of mascara and eyeshadow and smudged eyeliner with stars showcased in the negative space. However, by instinct, maybe, Dream felt himself having to drag his eyes away from the shocking amount of cleavage shown in the deep v-neck of her dress.
“Dream, huh? Is that some kind of bad pickup line?”
“No no I swear—it’s an inside joke thing? I don’t know-“
“Chill, Dream , I’m just playing.” She looked at him expectantly with a playful smile on her full lips, waiting for him to say something.
“Oh! Can I buy you a drink?”
She laughed. “I don’t drink, but thank you. I wanted you to ask me my name, silly. It’s Lily.”
“Oh that’s so pretty! My mom’s favorite flower is a lily.”
“Cool!” A pause, Dream scrambling to find something to say, before Lily spoke. “You should follow me.” With that, she turned on her heel, making Dream follow her like a lost puppy, eyes unable to move from her ass in that black bodycon mini dress. It had a cutout back, showcasing beautiful freckled skin and a decorative lacy black bra.
He followed her until they reached the wall, a short distance away from the bathroom hallway. As she turned around to face him again, he wasn’t quick enough to avert his gaze from her ass. “Like what you see?”
“Sorry, I-“
“It’s alright, you can look.” Dream flushed bright red and finally allowed himself to really look at her body. She must’ve put body glitter on—the captivating shimmer on her chest and breasts couldn’t be natural. His gaze drifted lower, to where the pouch of her tummy was on full display in the skin-tight fabric. It looked so soft and some primal part of him was full of urges too wild to name. His eyes traveled down to her thighs, the hourglass of her curvaceous hips and thighs driving him insane.
“Fuck, Lily, you’re so gorgeous. The things I- god…”
She smirked. “You gonna do anything about it?”
Dream’s eyes widened. “Yeah! Uh…”
“Kiss me, idiot.”
“Right, yes,” Dream said, stepping forward and pulling her in gently by the back of her neck. She was pretty tall, and that combined with her heels made her almost Dream’s height. Despite his best efforts, she started to control the kiss. She deepened it almost immediately, licking into his mouth. He wasn’t inexperienced at kissing at all, she just knew exactly what she wanted.
Trailing her hands down his chest, feeling the softness and firmness beneath her palms, she reached his jeans, pushing her fingers underneath the hem of his sweatshirt. She hooked her fingers around his belt loops and pulled . He gasped into her mouth as he fell into her, bodies flush.
Her tongue felt electric against his, and she tasted vaguely of strawberries—her lipgloss? She broke away, pulling him down to whisper into his ear. “Your friend is watching us.”
He tried to turn his head to look, but she stopped him with a hand on his jaw. “Let’s give him a show. Push me against the wall.”
Surprised, Dream didn’t know what to do but oblige. So he did. Pushing her the six inches or so it took for her back to hit the wall, he went back for her mouth, giving her another solid kiss before moving to her neck. He kissed and licked from her ear to her clavicle, barely grazing his teeth.
“He’s still watching. He’s pretending not to but it’s sooo obvious he is. Give me a hickey.”
Dream complied, sinking his teeth into her skin and sucking. Her moan reverberated through her throat onto his tongue.
“Oh my god, he’s blushing. He’s so cute. I’m gonna call him over.”
Dream pulled away in surprise. “Wait, what? No-“ But it was too late. She had already beckoned him over.
George made his way over rather quickly, apprehension covering his features. “Um, hey?”
Lily spoke first. “Hey, gorgeous. I saw you watching us, enjoy the show?”
George flushed red. “Uh…”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to answer. I can tell. Anyway, Dream was about to come home with me, and I was like, oh my god, his hot friend should come too you know?”
Dream’s head snapped towards her. “What??”
“Don’t act so surprised! So how’s that sound?”
Dream and George made shocked eye contact, eyebrows raised at her boldness.
“Ugh, am I not enough to go around? Okay let me go find Aspen. Be right back.” Without another word, she turned and pushed through the crowd to the other end of the club.
“What the fuck just happened??” George asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“Um, I think we’re about to have a foursome?”
“Woah.”
“Yeah. Do you um, want to? Like… this is kinda crazy for sure but… she’s so hot, dude. She’s like, so… confident… I don’t know, it’s hot.”
“‘Confident,’ yeah? More like domming the shit out of you.”
“Shut up.”
George laughed. “Anyway yeah, I’d be down I guess. Evidently, I uh, haven’t had much success on my own.”
Dream chuckled. “Yeah. You would’ve if you didn’t reject the millions of moves made on you.”
“No comment.”
Lily emerged from the crowd, dragging a willowy woman with dark, thick hair down to her waist along with her. “Hi, guys, this is Aspen.” Aspen gave a small wave. She was the antithesis to Lily—darker skin, thin figure, shy demeanor. She wore a tiny white tube top showcasing the outline of nipple piercings, and a long flowy green skirt slung extremely low on her hips, exposing a belly button piercing and a happy trail.
Both George and Dream waved back, offering little hellos. Lily rolled her eyes. “God, do I have to do everything around here? ‘Hi my name is Dream, nice to meet you, you’re hot,’” she said in a teasingly deep tone, gesturing to Dream. She pointed to George next. “Hi my name is… wait, what was your name?”
“George.”
“Oh, you’re British,” Aspen said, voice rather androgynous.
Lily perked up. “Oh yeah, did I not mention? Hot, right?”
Aspen nodded with a little smile, and George laughed.
“You’ve got that British rizz,” Dream said just low enough for only George to hear, who crinkled up his nose.
“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Lily asked with a clap. The boys nodded and followed the girls out of the doors and down the street to where a flashy car was parked. The girls giggled to each other as they walked, bumping shoulders. They seemed very close, like they were straddling the line between platonic and romantic. Dream and George just walked in silence with their hands in their pockets, trying to wrap their minds around the situation they were in.
“Wow, Lily, this is yours? It’s like… epic,” Dream asked, sounding genuinely impressed.
Lily laughed as she clicked the button to unlock the car, headlights lighting up with a beep. “It is pretty epic, right? My parents are like, crazy rich so, y’know, gotta flex that somehow.”
Dream huffed. “Of course.” He walked towards shotgun and pulled open the door for himself, sliding into the fancy-feeling seat. George and Aspen’s doors clunked shut as Lily started the car, plugging in her phone to aux. It was something upbeat and vaguely familiar, but on low volume. She pulled out and started to drive, mouthing along to the lyrics and tapping the fingers of the hand on the steering wheel. With the other hand, she reached over and placed it rather high on Dream’s thigh, squeezing once before just letting it rest. His dick twitched in interest.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he pulled it out to check. It was from George.
why are you literally her passenger princess
He huffed a laugh and responded.
shut the fuck up
stop being awkward and rizz up Aspen
its gonna be funner for everyone if you get to know her now
George responded with a “🖕” and asked Aspen what she did for work. Dream couldn’t hear Aspen’s response, but he grinned up at the ceiling of the car nonetheless. George was endearing, sue him. They chatted for the rest of the ride.
Lily’s house was only about fifteen minutes away, and it was fancy as fuck for someone in her early twenties. Dream whistled as they pulled up the driveway. “Damn.” She grinned at him, putting the car in park and getting out. The rest of them followed suit, following her through the door. The boys looked around in awe as they followed her to a bedroom, furniture and art looking expensive and very well put together.
“You should give us some tips on interior decorating. Our place is big but the inside is so boring,” Dream said.
“You guys live together?”
“Oh, yeah. He uh, came from England, you know, and it seemed like the logical choice. We were online friends.”
Lily raised an eyebrow at him, but just said, “Cool!” She opened the door and sat on her king-size bed, undoing the strap on her heels. As the other people just stared at her, she rolled her eyes. “No shoes allowed on the bed. Take ‘em off. By the way, we’re both on the pill and got tested recently, so we can do whatever.”
Aspen nodded in confirmation, and the boys tried to remain nonchalant as they said some variation of “cool.” Dream sat on the bed with her to take his shoes off, Aspen just reached down, and George, for some reason, tried to precariously balance on one foot as he undid the laces. As George kept almost falling, Dream started giggling. Looking up at Dream to investigate the laughter altered his balance just enough that he fell for real. All four of them dissolved into laughter as George stood back up, rubbing his ass.
Lily, still laughing, exclaimed from the bed, “Damn, look at that thing! Dream, did you even notice that your bestie has the fattest ass??”
Dream wheezed harder. “Yeah, I um-“
“He’s fucking obsessed with my ass.”
“ What??? George, why would you say that?” It sounded like Dream was about to bust a lung.
“You are!! He like, takes pictures of it.”
“What? I do not .”
Lily giggled. “You probably wanna see it, huh.”
Dream’s laugh turned to an awkward chuckle. “What?”
“C’mon, undress him.”
He looked at George with wide eyes. “Um…”
“At least his shirt,” Aspen said, moving to sit by Lily on the bed. “Did you think a foursome was gonna be straight the whole time?”
“Uh, I guess not.”
George shrugged his shoulders in permission and raised his arms so Dream could get the shirt over his head. Dream stepped forward so they were quite close, looking into George’s eyes, searching for any sort of emotion or concern. He fiddled with the hem of George’s t-shirt before dragging it up his body, tips of his fingers brushing his bare skin. George’s eyes revealed nothing as the shirt finally came off, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks.
Lily and Aspen cheered from the bed. “Do his! Do his!”
The boys laughed, then, getting into the humor of the situation. Dream lifted his arms, this time, as George took off his sweatshirt and undershirt, pinching his nipples and giggling.
“Ow, what the fuck??”
George laughed harder, looking from his eyes to his lips and back, before stepping away with a little cough. Dream, wanting to take the attention away from himself, pulled Lily off the bed and kissed her. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and eased the dress off of her body, letting it fall to the floor.
He looked to the side, where George had finally started to kiss Aspen, pressing her gently into the bed, holding her waist. Something about George’s small hands looking big on her tiny waist drove him crazy, kissing Lily with renewed fervor.
Reaching around her, he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, successfully unhooking it on his third try. As he pulled it off of her, her breasts fell, gravity pulling on them until they became perfect teardrops. “Holy shit,” he murmured, instinctively cupping them in his hands. They rippled when he touched them, pressing them together and gently squeezing in awe.
“George, you have to see these, look.”
George turned his attention from Aspen to look, mouth falling open as he reached his hand over to touch, poking and watching the whole thing ripple and bounce back. “Oh my god…”
“Never seen boobs before?” She giggled when they didn’t say anything. “Wanna fuck 'em?” Dream nodded aggressively. She laughed again. “Okay okay, everyone on the bed. We can all fit.”
They clambered on the bed, laughing at how they struggled to get comfortable. Eventually, Dream and George had the girls pushed up against the pillows and they resumed kissing. George eased the tube top off of Aspen, revealing small breasts adorned with silver barbells. George whistled as he bent down to take one in his mouth, playing with the other one with his fingers. He moaned around her, drawing Dream’s attention.
“Do the piercings make you more sensitive?”
She breathed a yes, eyebrows drawn together in a silent moan. He needed to feel what George was feeling on his tongue, he needed to draw a reaction out of her himself. Leaning over, he moved George’s hand and put his mouth on her breast, suckling and spinning the barbell with his tongue. She gasped, arching into them. She was much firmer than Lily under his tongue, and he couldn’t tell which he preferred. George’s fingers twitched in his, making him realize he was still holding onto his hand. He dropped it quickly, pulling away and returning his attention to Lily.
“That was so hot,” she said in a moan as Dream kissed down her neck and to her breasts, marveling at how small of a portion he could fit into his mouth. She let him mouth at her for a moment before saying, “Weren’t you gonna fuck my tits? Your pants are still on, mister.”
“Oh yeah!” Dream scrambled to get out of his jeans and boxers, dick already almost all of the way hard. He straddled her eagerly, pushing her tits together before he was stopped with a hand on his stomach.
“Wait, silly, we need at least a little lube.”
“Oh, yeah,” Dream said, looking dejected.
“Oh stop that, it’s just in the drawer right there.”
He reached over and opened the drawer, trying to maintain a straight face as he dug through a multitude of toys and chargers before he found the lube bottle. She smirked knowingly at him—maybe he wasn’t as nonchalant as he thought.
He squirted some lube onto his palm and rubbed it between his palms, excess dripping into her body, and massaged it onto her breasts and cleavage. As he shifted forward and pressed her boobs around the tip of his dick, he moaned at the slickness and pillowy pressure. He rocked his hips forward and groaned as his rather large dick was completely engulfed.
Eyes blown out, he looked over to George to make sure he was seeing this, too. He was watching, completely entranced with his mouth slightly open as he rubbed Aspen over her panties.
Dream shifted his focus back to Lily, who stuck her tongue out. At the top of each thrust, he hit her tongue with the tip of his dick, and the pleasure of it all caused him to need to brace with one hand on the headboard. Lily took over squeezing her tits together with an open-mouthed grin.
He looked over at George again, watching as George kissed up Aspen’s body to just under her arm, nosing into her unshaven armpit and inhaling deeply. He groaned, humping her thigh harder, and she giggled, lifting her arm to give him better access.
Dream chuckled. “Freak.”
George glared at him, moving away from her armpit and back to her breast. Dream’s head began to get fuzzy as he continued thrusting forward, pleasure beginning to peak.
As his thrusts began to get sloppy, Lily spoke with an authoritative tone. “I don’t want you to cum yet, Dream. You have to stop yourself.”
Dream nodded, thrusting three final times before rolling off of her. His dick throbbed . “Fuck, Lily, you’re insane.”
She laughed. “I know. Oh my god, I just had the greatest idea. You guys can watch us scissor, but you can’t touch yourselves.”
Aspen gasped in glee. “Oooh, but if you get real desperate, you can touch each other.”
Lily laughed conspiratorially, getting up onto her knees and dragging Aspen out from under George into a kiss. The boys sat against the pillows watching the girls who were at the foot of the bed, kissing and groping like they’d done it a million times before. Lily pushed Aspen onto her back, sliding her simple panties off her hips, revealing a full bush.
Spreading the juices from her entrance to her clit and around her vulva, Lily gave a kiss to Aspen’s hip before pulling away to take off her own lacy black panties. She was about to toss them off the bed, but seemed to reconsider, handing them to Dream instead. He turned them over in his hands for a moment before giving in and bringing them to his nose, and inhaling deeply. The scent of her was heady and intoxicating and he moaned lowly.
George reached his hand over, silently asking for a turn, and Dream placed the panties in his palm. He sniffed them, eyes rolling back into his head as his hips rolled into the air.
“Damn, they love the smell of you, babe,” Aspen said, already on top of Lily with a leg between her own. Lily’s giggle turned into a gasp as Aspen ground down for the first time, clits dragging directly against each other.
The noises were slick as they humped each other in rhythm, not too fast or too slow. They continued letting out little gasps and moans, heads thrown back in ecstasy.
Dream hadn’t flagged even a little since he was edged, and his dick was starting to hurt. He looked over to George, whose fingers twitched over the waist of his pants. “It, um, isn’t against the rules if I help you with your pants, right? Can I?”
George nodded furiously, letting Dream undo his pants and slide them off his hips, leaving him in simple gray briefs. There was a dark spot at the head of his dick, copious precum having dampened the fabric. Before he could stop himself, Dream ghosted his fingers over the spot and down his bulge, feeling the length of him.
George bucked into his hand, moaning at the most direct stimulation yet. “Please, take them off too,” he begged, eyebrows drawn together as he writhed a little in desperation. Dream obliged, pulling them off his body and letting his cock spring up and hit his stomach. He was uncut and tinged a pretty pink, dark pubic hair standing out in contrast. “Fuck, oh my god.”
They breathed heavily for a moment, too scared to go any further, and turned their attention back to the girls. They were watching them hungrily, clearly loving their desperation. “Oh poor Dreamie,” Lily said with a fake pout, “your dick must hurt so bad, huh? Why don’t you beg George to touch it?”
Dream blushed.
“C’mon, Dream, beg for me,” George teased with a smirk, clearly underestimating how much Dream needed it.
“I- George, please. I- I need it. Please, please touch me.” It felt so much more humiliating to beg for George than it would have been to beg for Lily, or anyone who didn’t know him inside and out. He was never going to hear the end of this.
George raised his eyebrows, surprised, and hesitated for a moment before reaching out and loosely holding his best friend’s dick. Dream choked out a gasp at the contact, encouraging George to hold him more firmly and slide up and down. The lingering lube and precum made for an easy glide.
Dream was so responsive, hips stuttering as he tried to buck up and stay down at the same time. His mouth was open in a perpetual moan, and the imagery right in front of him was the hottest thing he’d seen in his entire life. Lily was clean-shaven and he could see the slick glistening on her, folds moving with Aspen’s movements.
George let out a whimper from beside him, and he remembered to return the favor, spitting into his hand and running it along George’s hard dick. It was almost as big as his, maybe even the same size, which surprised him. Nevertheless, his hand was much bigger than George was used to, touching everything all at once.
“Aspen, how do you feel about me grabbing my vibrator? We can use it at the same time—don’t you think that’d be hot?”
“Oh my god, yeah, absolutely.”
Lily grinned and lifted Aspen off of her easily, retrieving a white hitachi wand from her drawer. She turned it on, clicking the button three times and pressing it on Aspen before slotting their legs together. This time, though, they could face each other more, taking advantage of that and kissing. The vibrator buzzed between them as they humped it, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths.
They looked so gorgeous, and part of what was so hot to Dream was the intimacy they had with each other. They genuinely understood and loved each other, and that was beautiful to him. Call him a sap, whatever.
The bend in Lily’s knees made the rolls of her tummy more obvious, and Dream thought he might faint. He started feeling like he actually might, gripping the sheets to ground himself. George began to make the prettiest noises next to him, thrusting into his palm, which didn’t help either.
Lily clicked the button on the vibrator twice, and they moaned in unison as the vibrations got stronger. “Lily,” Aspen interrupted herself with a moan, “please choke me.”
Lily obliged, utilizing her hand not holding the vibrator to wrap around her neck. Aspen groaned, gasping out a quiet, “I’m close.” She shifted her hips against the wand before squeezing her eyes shut, shuddering as she came. As she began to writhe away in overstimulation, Lily moved back and brought the vibrator with her, turning it up once more as she used it on herself.
Turning a bit to face the boys, she put on a real show, playing with her nipple and arching her back. She whined as her orgasm hit her, breasts and anywhere fat sat shaking as she came. Dream could see her vulva contracting with her orgasm, and he grabbed George’s wrist to pull his hand off his dick so he wouldn’t cum.
She rode out her orgasm as long as she could before clicking the vibrator off, breathing hard. She put it back in the drawer and was met with Dream pulling her face towards his, kissing her hungrily.
“You’re so stunning,” he said, kissing down her body and mouthing at her stomach. She had purple stretch marks on each side of her tummy, standing out against her pale skin. He marveled at the difference of texture on his tongue, before lifting up a centimeter to say, “You seem to know exactly what’s gonna drive me insane.” He moved to her thick thighs, nipping at the stretch-marked skin there as well.
“Can I make another prediction, then?”
“Sure.”
“You want me to sit on your face.”
Dream’s mouth dropped open and he nodded profusely. “Yes please.”
She grinned, pushing him flat onto the bed and swinging her leg over to straddle him the opposite direction. “Holy shit,” Dream breathed as she eased her ass towards his face. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing it with both hands and shaking them. Her ass jiggled with his palms like water . Fuck.
She backed up until her pussy hovered over his mouth, and he reached his tongue out to lick it. She tasted divine . Dream liked the taste of pussy, what could he say? He could barely reach her clit with the tip of his tongue, and he groaned in frustration, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her fully down onto his face.
The first thing he noticed was that her ass completely covered his face—reaching all the way to his hairline, and her boobs squished against his stomach as she leaned most of the way forward. The second thing he noticed was that he couldn’t breathe. Then, he realized he liked it. It felt like he was completely giving control over to her, like his well-being was in her hands.
She giggled, saying, “Tap my leg when you need to breathe, okay?” Her voice was muffled by her thighs, but Dream responded with a little nod nonetheless. She gently ground down on his tongue, letting him do most of the work. Obediently, he tapped her leg whenever he was desperate for a breath, and she would lift up just enough for air to pass through.
It felt like he was in his own little world. All he could see was the black of his eyelids, light blocked by her body. All he could smell was her, all he could taste was her. He could only feel the sheets on his back and her thighs in his hands, and he couldn’t hear much. It felt like he could completely focus on pleasuring her—no distractions.
Well, there was one distraction. The fact that every so often, Lily would just ghost her fingers across his dick. Breathe on it, lightly flick it. Just teasing . He was going to lose his mind. He tried a new technique with his tongue, and she moaned.
“Ugh, you feel so good, Dream.”
He felt his dick twitch.
“Oh you liked that, huh? You like being a good boy for me?”
He couldn’t speak, but another twitch from his dick spoke for him. It was dreadfully embarrassing knowing that George was right next to him, hearing and probably watching. He kind of… liked that. The praise and humiliation trickled down his spine and made him shiver, legs twitching involuntarily.
“Oh my god, this is so precious.” She lifted off of him a little, letting him breathe freely. “George, praise him, his dick will like, freak out.”
“Uh…”
“C’mon, it’ll be funny.”
“Uh, you’re doing good,” he said in an awkward deadpan.
His dick, thankfully not betraying him, stayed still.
“Ugh, you just have to do it better. You have to mean it, c’mon.”
A silence. Dream hated that he couldn’t tell what was going on. “Dream… you’re such a good boy for us.”
As Lily knew it would, his cock jumped so hard it elicited a giggle from all three of them. “I told you!” Tired of all the focus being on him, he pulled Lily back onto his face. She laughed, but let them move on.
As his awareness slipped further and further, he started to forget when he needed to breathe, reflexes gasping whatever pungent air trapped in there with him into his lungs. This happened twice before she climbed off of him.
“Okay, mister, you’ve lost your not breathing privileges.”
He pouted. “But you didn’t cum.”
“Oh don’t worry, honey, I’m just turning around. That way you can reach me better without having to pull me down, okay?”
His face lit up again, eagerly moving his arms so she could climb on top of him again.
A scoff came from next to them. “You want her sooo bad.”
Dream glared at him. “Like you’re any better.” George was fingering Aspen, middle two fingers thrusting in and out as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He kissed and bit at her thigh while he worked. He was so beautiful—eyes wide and wet and cheeks flushed, lips shiny with spit.
Lily hovered over Dream again, setting her clit in his mouth gently. He excitedly went back to licking and sucking on her, relishing in the way she twitched and moaned, grabbing his hair. She tugged on it, receiving a moan in response.
Shifting forward, she began to drag her clit over his nose, letting him mouth at her entrance. She moaned at how good it felt, pulling his hair harder as she frantically humped his nose.
Dream felt so used, in the best way. He felt like she was just taking her pleasure from him, using his face, of all things, like a toy. She was heavy on top of him, and though he could breathe, every breath was laced with the pungent smell of her. He felt dizzy.
Her hips started to stutter, gasping out, “I’m close…” He moved his tongue with renewed vigor, pulling out all the stops.
She shuddered on top of him as she came, pussy spasming on his tongue. She continued to use him through her aftershocks and a little after, savoring the feeling, and eventually rolled off.
“Fuck, Dream, you were much better at that than I thought you’d be. You’re so good for me, huh?”
Dream nodded enthusiastically, and she chuckled. They turned their attention over to George and Aspen, who were still going at it. He was still fingering at her, but now was sucking on her clit at the same time. From the movement of his hand, it looked like he was curling his fingers inside her, dragging against her g-spot. He looked up at her with blown-out eyes, and Dream was struck again by his beauty. He looked talented and experienced too, and that drove Dream crazy.
Aspen whined out, “George! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“
He didn’t, remaining at the same pace and rhythm.
“Ah, ah, ah- I’m gonna-“ She moaned loudly, arching her back as she squirted on his face, thighs trembling. George raised his eyebrows in surprise but continued helping her through her orgasm, only stopping when she pushed his head away from her.
He laughed, still a little shocked, and reached for the end of the sheet to wipe off his face. He refused to touch the bed with his other hand for some reason.
“Dream, come here,” George said, something mischievous in his voice. Dream obeyed, scrunching his eyebrows together in question. George giggled again. “Open your mouth.”
Dream didn’t even think before complying, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, accepting George’s middle two fingers into his mouth. Oh, they were the fingers that were just inside Aspen. They tasted like pussy—a little different than Lily tasted, but not in a bad way. The texture was a little sticky, clinging to George’s fingers.
He sucked them diligently, swirling his tongue all around in order to clean everything off. The grin slipped off George’s face, replaced by something akin to lust. His mouth was open a little, gaze completely entranced by Dream’s lips around his fingers.
Dream pulled off when he couldn’t taste her on him anymore, just looking into George’s eyes.
“Dreamie?” Lily said, pulling his attention away from whatever was going on. “You wanna fuck me, darling?”
“Yes, please,” he said breathlessly.
George looked to Aspen with wide eyes and she giggled. “You can fuck me, too. But before you’re allowed, you have to kiss Dream on the mouth.”
Lily giggled. “Same goes for you. Just for a little bit—I wanna see.”
Dream turned back to George with wide eyes, cheeks a deep red. George shrugged at him, trying to seem nonchalant but his matching blush gave him away. As Dream just sat there, afraid to make a move, George made the executive decision to just get it over with, putting both hands on Dream’s jaw and pulling him close.
Their breaths were heavy on each other’s lips, and Dream was the one to ultimately close the gap. He meant to keep it short, but with the softness of George’s lips on his and the roughness of his stubble under his fingers, he couldn’t get enough. He kissed him hungrily, feeling like he needed to memorize each movement George made. He was committing him to memory, analyzing every part of him.
Dream opened his mouth slightly and George jumped at the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth, and it was so exhilarating the world beyond the two of them dropped away. George moved closer for better access and their dicks brushed—Dream would have been lying if he said he didn’t moan at the feeling.
“Damn,” Aspen said, drawing out the a, and the boys hastily broke away from each other. Suddenly other people were perceiving them, watching the way they behaved with each other. Dream felt caught.
“I think you did more than enough.” Aspen laughed. “How do you want me?” George blushed and asked her to turn over onto her stomach. She obliged with a grin, presenting her ass to him with the prettiest arch in her back.
“Dream, look at me, baby.” Dream looked back at her, and his vision seemed to lag. He was going to pass out if he didn’t come soon, he thought. “Do you want me to turn over too?”
He shook his head.
“Words, honey.”
“No, I- I wanna watch you.”
“Good boy, using your words so good. Go ahead, baby,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. Basically drooling, he lined his practically purple dick up with her entrance, resting his other hand on the underside of her thigh.
Breathing heavily, he pushed in slowly, immediately moaning at the tight, wet heat. The texture and the way she seemed to pull him in were unbelievable—he definitely missed this.
“Tell me how good I feel.”
Dream whimpered as he thrust into her. “F-feel so good, Mommy.”
Her eyes lit up and she grinned wide. “Yeah, fucking Mommy so good, baby.”
Her tits bounced as he fucked her, rolls of her tummy more pronounced from being folded in half. He moved a hand to her breast, just feeling her and gently squeezing. Eyebrows pinched up, he tried staving off his orgasm, but the knot in his stomach told him it was rapidly approaching.
“M-mommy I’m not gonna last-“
“That’s okay, baby. You’ve been so good—you can come whenever you want.”
He fought to keep his eyes open as he fucked into her a few more times before whining, “I’m-I’m-“
“That’s it. Cum in me. Fill me up. C’mon.”
What could Dream do but obey? His orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami, ears ringing as shocks came in waves. He sloppily humped into her as he rode out his orgasm for as long as it could last, whimpering as he forced himself into overstimulation out of greed.
The only thing making him want to stop at all was the sound of skin hitting skin reminding him that George was still fucking Aspen. He finally pulled out of Lily, turning to watch George, who had one leg up on the bed, fucking into her quick and hard. He brought a hand down on her ass and the smack echoed throughout the room, her moaning in response. If possible, she arched her back further, letting him pull her hips towards his.
He groaned lowly, throwing his head back as he gripped her bony hips and forced them as close to his own as they could go, mouth falling open as he came in her. He fell forward, catching himself with a hand on the bed as he panted. Pulling out, he leaned against the footboard, grinning at Dream dizzily.
Dream grinned back, yawning as he looked back toward the girls for direction. Aspen had her eyes shut as she laid on Lily’s chest, snuggling into her. Lily tapped a few buttons on her phone before looking at him. “I’m ordering you guys an uber, if you wanna type in your address. Put your number in my phone at the same time.” She winked at him.
He blushed and took the phone from her, putting in their address, letting the rest auto-fill, and hitting complete before exiting out, adding his number in as a contact under “Dream Hookup :D”.
Aspen whined and Lily chuckled. “Sorry to kick you guys out so fast, I bet this one wants the light turned off. She gets real tired after sex.”
“Ah.” Dream smiled. “Yeah, no worries, let us get dressed and we’ll be out of your hair.” The boys hastily climbed off of the bed and stretched their cramps out before pulling on their clothes, feeling a bit gross as they put dirty clothes back on dirty bodies.
George clicked off the light when they were finished, whispering, “Night guys! This was fun!”
Dream added, “Yeah thank you! See you maybe!” before shutting the door behind them.
They made their way back through her house to the door, relishing the feeling of the cool night air on their sweaty skin. Dream whistled. “That was…something.”
“What was fucking insane, is what that was.”
Dream chuckled. “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe you called her Mommy, bro.”
Dream shoved him with a playful glare. “Shut the fuck up, actually.”
“No but for real I’m going to tell Sapnap.”
“Don’t you dare. If you do I’m gonna- I’m gonna tell him how you sniffed her armpit and… kissed me and liked it.”
“Shut up, you liked it too.”
Dream scoffed but couldn’t object, and their uber pulled up. They climbed into the backseat, yawning as they settled in for the fifteen-minute drive. George’s head began to nod forward as he would almost fall asleep, then wake himself back up with the feeling of falling.
Dream chuckled at this, gently pulling him over and guiding his head to rest on his shoulder. George poked his side but snuggled into him, drooling on his shirt in under a minute. Dream felt his eyes drooping, but he forced himself to stay awake for responsibility reasons. As the uber pulled into their neighborhood, Dream gently shook George by the shoulders.
“Hey, c’mon, it’s time to wake up.”
George groaned and nuzzled his face further into his shirt.
“Baby, please? We’re almost home. He’s pulling in now.”
“Ugh, no. Carry me.”
The uber driver put the car in park, and Dream sighed, handing him a ten-dollar bill out of his wallet to cushion the embarrassment he was about to endure.
“George, please?” he asked in a last-ditch effort.
George grinned mischievously, eyes still closed. “No.”
Dream rolled his eyes and pushed open the car door, scooping George up in his arms and pushing the door closed with his knee. The uber driver pulled away and Dream groaned, shaking George in his arms.
“That was embarrassing, you idiot. You’re a grown man.”
George giggled into his chest. “I don’t care.”
Dream sighed, pushing open the gate and walking inside of it, arms starting to ache. “I know. But you do have to wake up to shower.”
George punched his arm. “I am not showering.”
“George, no offense, but your face is covered in squirt which I’m pretty sure is at least partially made of pee.”
“Ughhhh. I’ll only shower if… if I can just stand there and you do all the washing for me.”
“I have to put you down to unlock the door, and you want me to shower with you??”
George scowled as he was set gingerly back on his feet so Dream could pull out his key and let themselves in the house. “Yeah, why not? You already saw me naked.” He walked in and kneeled down to undo his laces.
“I- yeah okay, I guess,” Dream said, blushing as he took off his own shoes.
“Also I’m only showering if it’s in your shower—it’s nicer than mine.” George stood up and marched right toward Dream’s room.
“Okay, Mr. Spoiled Princess.” Dream was glad George couldn’t see his overly fond smile as he followed him.
“I’m only spoiled because you spoil me.”
“Whatever.”
They made it to the bathroom, and George immediately began to strip off his clothes, sliding open the glass as he stepped into Dream’s shower. “How the fuck does your shower work??”
“You just- ugh give me two seconds, I’ve got layers!” Dream clumsily peeled out of his clothes, while George fiddled with the knobs and levers.
“Stop, you’re going to break it!” Dream said, starting to giggle as he rid himself of his undershirt and boxers.
“It’s asking me the digits of pi!!”
Dream burst out laughing at that, finally able to join him in the shower and easily turning the overhead showerhead on to the right temperature.
As promised, George just stood still, looking at Dream expectantly.
“You’re an idiot,” Dream said, grinning as he grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it on a damp washcloth.
He gently scrubbed at the skin on George's chest, back, and underarms, occasionally rinsing off the washcloth and re-lathering. With a freshly rinsed cloth, he gently wiped at George's face, avoiding looking into his big doe eyes, rimmed with long wet lashes.
Done with his upper body, Dream dropped to his knees and began to wash George’s legs, watching the soap bubble on his soft, hairy skin. He tried to seem unbothered as he ran the washcloth over his dick and balls, washing away the dried cum and sweat collected in his crevices. It felt very intimate, and Dream did his best to ignore the dick right in front of his face slowly filling with blood at the attention.
He dragged the washcloth up his perineum and between his cheeks, washing George’s most private area without a single protest from him.
He rinsed off the washcloth and wrung it out, tossing it to the corner of the shower, and turned back to find George half hard in his face.
“Dream,” he pleaded.
“George.”
“Please…”
Dream had no desire to tease him or make him beg for what he wanted, he just wanted to pleasure him. Pressing a kiss to the tip of the head, Dream relished in George’s sharp inhale. He sucked the head into his mouth, suckling and running his tongue along it as he felt it harden further in his mouth.
George whined when Dream began to sink down, bobbing his head slowly. He looked up at George through his lashes and was struck again by his beauty. His hair was wet and hanging around his face and sticking to his skin. His lips and eyes were glossy, and his flushed cheeks shone with wetness. Dream felt the need to worship him.
His knees began to ache from supporting his weight on the tile, but Dream liked it—in the sense that his worshiping of George was all that more meaningful if he made sacrifices in the process. That idea made Dream bring a hand to his own cock, stroking himself quickly.
George moaned and tangled his hands in Dream’s wet locks, pulling him further down on his dick. The weight on his tongue and ache in his jaw were pleasant, and he decided that sometime soon he’d have to ask to cockwarm him.
“Dream,” George breathed, like a warning, rolling his hips into Dream’s mouth. There was no need to last long like there was earlier that evening—it was just them, they knew there wouldn’t be an ounce of judgment.
Dream eagerly swallowed as George released in his mouth, savoring the taste of him. George’s little noises and the tugging on his hair brought Dream to the edge as George’s orgasm was nearing its end, spilling over his hand onto the tile.
It wasn’t anywhere near as intense as his orgasm earlier, but he found he enjoyed the simplicity of a regular orgasm with his favorite person. It wasn’t complicated—a gentle pleasure followed by a feeling of completion. Dream pulled off of George’s softening dick, pressing a few kisses to the wet skin of his thigh and hip before standing up and kissing his mouth.
They kissed chastely for a moment, just feeling each other and loving the press of their wet bodies on each other. They drew back as they felt the temperature of the water gradually cool.
“We have to get out soon,” Dream said softly, brushing a wet lock of George’s hair behind his ear.
“Yeah. Turn around, I have to pee.”
Dream scoffed and complied. “You’re disgusting.” He tried not to think about what was happening behind him too much as he released his equally full bladder and watched the yellow run down the drain. Being gross together felt domestic, somehow? Maybe his brain was just messed up.
He was shocked out of his thoughts by a hard spray of cold water pelting his back, whipping around to find George grinning at him with the handheld showerhead in his hand on full blast.
Dream tried to block the spray of the water with his hands, giggling. “You shithead, what’s wrong with you? I thought you didn’t know how to work my shower??”
“It was a ploy. Planned this from the beginning.”
Dream scoffed, not sure to believe him. He wrestled it out of George’s grip and sprayed him with it once in retribution before turning down the intensity and using it to speedrun-wash his own body. By the time he was finished, both of their teeth were chattering from the freezing cold water overhead.
Dream turned off the shower and slid open the door, handing a towel to George then wrapping one around himself. He walked toward his dresser and pulled out a big shirt and some boxers and handed them to him. “Here, you get dressed and warm up and I’ll grab us some water. I bet we’re super dehydrated.”
Dream padded back into the room, setting the glasses of water on the dresser as he dropped his towel, pulling on a pair of sweats. He looked up to find George looking tiny in his shirt, just standing there with his arms crossed and an angry expression.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What took you so long??”
“I literally didn’t take long, what are you wambling on about.”
“Well I’m cold and wanna get into bed.”
“I know. If you chug your glass of water, you can be little spoon and I can get you all warm again.”
“Pfft you probably want to be little spoon more than I do,” George said with a smirk, but chugged his water nonetheless.
Dream rolled his eyes and did the same, finding his phone in the pants he ditched on the floor and plugging it in. He slid under the covers next to George, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling his back flush to his chest. Like this, he could feel just how small George’s chest was compared to his, and it made his brain fuzzy.
The steady rhythm of George’s breathing comforted him, lulling him to sleep.
…
Dream slowly came to consciousness, the unfamiliar feeling of a warm body on his jarring before the events of the night came back to him. He opened his eyes blearily, untangling from George to grab his phone from the nightstand. The time read 2:04 PM, and he blinked the sleep out of his eyes to read the smaller words of his notifications.
There were a few expected ones, and also two texts from an unknown number. He unlocked his phone to read them.
hey! this is lily! my schedule is wide open next month btw if you wanna hmu
if you and george figured your shit out we can do something fun ;) 🚂🗼🍖
A groan came from next to him. “Ugh, what time is it?” His voice was deep and rough from sleep.
“Two in the afternoon. We slept a while.” He chuckled.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?”
Wordlessly, he passed the phone to George, who scoffed as he read the messages. “She’s a freak. Tell her… I don’t know what you should tell her. I’m interested if you are.” He handed the phone back.
As Dream tried to draft a response, a mischievous giggle came from beside him. “You should put her contact name as ‘Mommy’.”
Dream rolled his eyes. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
“Never.” He leaned over and gave Dream a kiss on the cheek.
"You can't tell me you would've done differently in my position. She was like. Infesting my brain with her dommy mommy powers."
"That's an insane statement. I would not. I'm a very masculine dominant alpha." The fond look in George's eyes made Dream want to kiss him and maybe buy him Australia.
"Suuure."
Dream had a mind-blowing time with Lily and Aspen, and would like to keep seeing them occasionally, but he thought keeping George to himself forever wouldn't be so bad, either.