Firsts(Dreamnotfound)
George fidgeted with his hands nervously as he paced in the entryway of his and Dream's shared home. He thought he was ready to take the next step, so why did it feel like his heart was about to burst out of his chest?
The clicking of the front door made George immediately freeze. He snapped his head towards the front and watched as his boyfriend of three years walked inside.
"Hiya Georgie!" Dream exclaiming, giving his boyfriend a peck on his head, "You look pale, are you feeling alright?"
George followed Dream as he strode to the kitchen, "Yeah, yeah, just a bit chilly I guess."
Dream frowned, he placed his hand against the other's forehead, "You don't feel hot, so you aren't sick. Maybe you should wear a hoodie? I think I have one in the bedroom that I just washed the other day."
George felt his cheeks burn up at the affectionate tone, "Yeah, okay, that sounds good."
He left Dream to start making dinner in the kitchen and plodded towards the bedroom. He had chickened out. Again.
Truth be told, George had already fantasized about having sex with Dream on multiple occasions, but everytime he tried to initiate in real life his confidence would just dip and he'd end up just snuggling Dream on the couch. The furthest they had gone was blowjobs, and that alone took George a year to build up the courage to even ask for one.
He pushed open the door to the bedroom and immediately spotted the familiar lime green hoodie on the bed. George wiggled out of his current blue shirt and pulled the hoodie on, immediately feeling at home in the baggy warmth. Even though the hoodie had been freshly washed, he pulled the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, the smell of fabric softener almost overpowered the scent that was mistakenly Dream. The hint of lime from his facewash, the smell of wood from his deodorant and the saltiness from the sweat when he would exercise.
George's trance was broken by Dream yelling that supper was ready. He rushed to the kitchen, cheeks burning up at the thought of Dream walking in the bedroom and seeing him just smelling his hoodie like a weirdo.
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After eating George found himself snuggled against Dream on the couch, like always, and, like always, they were watching a TV show called "Life, but...". It was basically a challenge show, like Wipeout, where contestants lived in a house together as normally as possible but each week they were given a challenge and missions to complete. This week's challenge was color blindness but George had no idea what their current mission was because he had zoned out ages ago and was focused solely on gathering enough confidence to do something.
George nervously placed his hand on Dream's thighs, his fingertips ghosting over the other's crotch.
Dream stiffened, "Georgie, that's a dangerous game you're playing." He said, voice already low and husky.
"Dream, I- eeK!" George squeaked as Dream swiftly picked him up and placed him on his lap.
Dream reached a hand up, gently caressing George's cheek, "What do you wanna do, Georgie?"
"I want- Dream I-" George stuttered, trying to figure out how to bring this up, "Dream, I uh-"
Rough hands rubbed his shoulders, "Breathe baby, okay?"
George nodded, "Dream, I want to have sex. I want you to fuck me, or make love to me, whatever you wanna call it."
Dream froze, a look of complete surprise on his face, "Are you sure George?" He asked.
It was now or never.
"Yes. If you want to, of course."
A hungry look broke through the surprise and Dream reached for the remote, turning off the TV as he lifted George up. George leaned in for a kiss and the other returned with a passionate fire, carrying him to the bedroom.
George was gently placed on the mattress, their lips still interlocked, he felt the bed shift as Dream clambered on top. A gentle few nips on his bottom lip had George gasping and Dream used that to swipe his tongue into the other's mouth. Even though they had kissed a thousand times before, the intensity and lust made heat shoot directly to George's crotch and he ground his hips against Dream's to get some friction.
"George, do you-" Dream gasped, "-do you have any lube?"
George nodded and pointed at the bedside table, "First drawer, I bought it today."
Dream moaned at that, breaking the kiss to move to George's neck where he began a relentless attack of kisses and gentle bites. George tangled his hands in the others hair, moaning loudly. He never was one to be quiet.
Once Dream was satisfied with George's neck, he pulled off the hoodie and worked his way down George's torso, stopping briefly to suck George's sensitive nipples, which elicited several loud gasps.
George managed to clear his head enough to pull off Dream's shirt while his pants and boxers got wrangled off. He heard the click of the lube and a few seconds he felt a finger prod against his asshole.
It felt weird and foreign. The liquid was a little cold and kinda slimy and while Dream's finger didn't exactly hurt, it didn't feel great either.
"How are you doing George?" Dream asked, his free hand gently squeezing the brit's hip.
George snorted, "I didn't know porn actors faked it this much."
"That bad huh? Well, hold on, I think there's a spot-"
George let out a loud moan as Dream's finger prodded at a bundle of nerves that sent a spike if pleasure through him.
"Wha- What was that?" George gasped, wide eyes staring into Dream's.
Dream smirked, "That, Georgie, was your prostate." He slipped another finger in as he spoke, now poking the sensitive spot with both.
George let out more whimpers and quiet moans at the slight burn and his spiking pleasure. His legs tightened on Dream's shoulders, the heels of his feet digging into the other's back as he tried to ground himself. A third digit entered George and he keened at that, his voice high and needy.
"George, are you ready?" Dream asked.
"Yes, please, I need you- Please Dream-" George was babbling nonsensically, hands reaching up to grip his boyfriends shoulders.
Dream's fingers pulled out, causing George to whine at the sudden emptiness, but that didn't last long because a few seconds later Dream pressed his lubed tip against George's entrance.
He looked into George's eyes once more, checking again to make sure he was okay, before pushing inside.
Both of them moaned in unison. George could feel himself clenching around the unfamiliar size and took a few deep breaths to get himself to relax. After they both had gotten used to the initial feeling, Dream sunk himself at the way to the hilt.
"How are you doing George?" Dream asked breathlessly.
George nodded, way too overwhelmed by everything to even try and form a coherent sentence. Dream felt so big inside him, filling him up so perfectly with a pleasurable burn. But he needed more.
"Dream-" He moaned, "Dream, move, please."
Dream instantly obliged and started to shallowly thrust, setting a pace before thrusting deeper into the tight heat. After a few attempts to angle himself he finally hit George's prostate head on, eliciting a loud moan from him.
The bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, both of their moans and mingling cries of pleasure.
George's fingernails dug into Dream's shoulders, "'m gonna cum!" He keened, hips rutting aimlessly against Dream's stomach.
"Cum for me George." Dream slurred.
George felt a rough hand wrap around his throbbing cock, in pace with Dream's thrusts.
He lasted three more thrusts before cumming with a loud cry, spilling all over his and Dream's stomachs. Dream thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming on George.
After the high, George finally felt exhaustion settle heavily on his bones. He could faintly hear Dream's retreating footsteps and then the sound of running water. The water shut off after a few seconds and George could hear Dream approaching again, his gaze following him once he stepped back into his vision.
A cool, wet washcloth swept across George's stomach and a gentle hand lifted his leg to allow it to clean his asshole as well. A soft splat sounded through the room when Dream tossed something into the hamper, George assumed it was the washcloth.
The bed sunk as Dream laid down and soon George was enveloped into the warm and familiar, and a little sweaty, arms of his boyfriend.
"Love you Georgie." Dream whispered as the other drifted into a peaceful slumber.
"Love you too, Dreamie." was the slurred response.
