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George knew it was a bad idea. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew how it would end, but he just couldn’t help himself.
George had been by his fiancé’s side all night, bored out of his mind as he was dragged from group to group, listening to Dream speak to all kinds of important people.
Although they were together all night, Dream hadn’t paid him any attention - at least not the kind he wanted. A gentle hand on his back was the most affection he got and none of their conversations were really just them. He wasn’t sure why he thought tonight would be any different, he hadn’t seen much of Dream in any form in days.
Dream was so busy the past week, constantly shut away on long calls and late nights in the office. Work was always hectic around the holidays, especially for Dream. He had worked so hard for so long to be at the top, and he was finally living that dream, running the biggest publishing company in the country. Being CEO was great, he was his own boss and the salary was amazing, but it wasn’t without difficulties.
He was swamped with work and didn’t really have time to shower George with affection. They still drove to work together every morning, George was Dream’s personal assistant and worked beside him most of the time, it just wasn’t the type of attention he wanted, he needed. He was pent up and thinking less with his head and more with his dick when he conjured up his plan.
Karl is sweet; an eccentric and outgoing young man who works a few floors below him in the illustration department.
It’s so easy to fall into conversation with Karl, they have a lot more in common than George ever expected, but that just makes things easier for him. Words pour from cherry lips like honey, soft laughs, and lingering touches accompanying the sweet words flowing from George.
He knows exactly when Dream’s eyes find him. George is draped across one of the couches, slender, pale arms resting along the back of the leather seat. Karl is next to him, arms folded gently in his lap while they chat, his expression obviously enamored by George’s charisma.
Dream isn’t dumb, he noticed the second the younger man left his side earlier, had watched him strike up a conversation with the pretty brunet. He knew George was getting antsy, Dream had been busy all week and left George wanting, waiting for Dream to have time for him.
Now he’s impatient and bold, not thinking his actions through before jumping in. Not that he minds, Dream knows he’ll get to have some fun correcting George’s attitude later.
So he lets him have his fun, sits by, and watches all night, letting George think he’s in charge. When he decides to get a bit handsy, large hand falling into Karl’s lap as he laughs at something the younger man says, Dream moves. He makes his way across the floor quickly, stopping in front of his fiancé and Karl with a smirk on his face.
“Hi baby,” Dream’s smirk deepens as George’s eyes meet his, a glint of mischief shining through cinnamon eyes.
“Oh, hi Dream. Did you need something?” George quirks a brow, head tilting innocently to the side, a smirk gracing his delicate features.
Karl’s eyes widen slightly, shock evident on his face as he realizes this is his boss and George is his fiancé. He’s never met the man, only the executives of each department attended meetings with him, and Dream worked on a higher floor than he did.
“Sir, hi. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Karl, Karl Jacobs sir.” Karl’s voice is high, his nerves present in his body language, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of the thick, wool sweater adorning his torso.
“Karl, hi. Great to meet you, I wish we could stay and chat but we need to get going actually.” Dream reaches for George’s wrist, smirk dropping as the older man pulls back, clearly not ready to give up this quickly.
“But Dream, I’m having so much fun,” George whines out, lips dropping into a pout as he stares up at his boyfriend. “I’m sure Karl wouldn’t mind taking me home later if you want to head home.” George’s pout turns into a cocky grin, his words laced with heat, teasing as they fall from soft carmine.
Dream shoots George a sharp look, halting the older’s movements as his frame goes rigid. George winces slightly, head bowing at Dream’s glare.
Karl watches curiously as George shifts in his seat, dark eyes flicking up to meet his own quickly.
“Tonight’s been fun but I’m gonna head out with Dream, have a nice night Karl.”
Dream watches with gritted teeth, patience running thin as his foot taps quickly against the hardwood floor. George stands from the couch, shuffling towards Dream. He shoots a look behind him, a sorry smile sent towards Karl as Dream guides him away with a hand on his back.
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Ice, and a bit of excitement, fill George’s veins as they make their way to the car. Dream must have called for it already, the valet meeting them outside the doors with a set of keys that are taken swiftly as Dream pulls George towards the vehicle quickly.
Heat blasts through the vents as they drive home, the silence as stifling as the warmth filling the car. Dream’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, eyes not meeting George’s. Gentle music fills the tense silence of the car as they make their way home, George fiddling with the sleeves of his white button-up.
“Are you actually pissed at me? Come on, I didn’t even do anything wrong.” George scoffs, rolling his eyes at Dream’s cold demeanor. He’s met with more tense silence, looking away with a scoff and an eye roll.
“You’re ignoring me now too? Did I hurt your feelings by talking to Karl? God, you’re so jealous it’s crazy.” A rough hand drops into George’s lap, fingers gripping at his thigh. A quiet whimper slips from his lips, Dream’s grip tightening at the small sound.
“Oh, George, you know better than to mouth off to me baby. I’m going to have so much fun pulling you apart when we get home. After your little stunt tonight…” Dream’s voice trails off as he finally looks at George, a sadistic smile crossing his features.
George’s eyes widen, arousal courses through him, straight to his core. He thinks quickly, debating whether to keep up his bratty attitude or to back down now and hopefully save himself from a harsher punishment.
“What, you’re punishing me because you got jealous? How is that my fault?” George rolls his eyes as he scoffs, his tone biting but still playful.
Dream turns to him as they pull up to a red light, his hand leaving George’s lap to grip his jaw. His large, calloused fingers dig into his face harshly, forcing George to meet his eyes.
“When we get home I’m giving you 10 minutes to prepare yourself in our room. If you aren’t ready when I get there, you lose your privilege of cumming tonight.” A whimper falls from George’s lips, he nods as best as he can with Dream’s hand still holding his jaw.
Quiet tension fills the air for the rest of the drive. George is squirming in his seat at the thought of what his boyfriend has in store for him, his slacks straining against his lap. Dream doesn’t glance his way again for the entire ride, eyes focusing solely on the empty highway in front of him.
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George rushes up the stairs when they get into the house, stumbling through their shared bedroom and into the closet to strip his clothes. He debates putting himself into something pretty, knowing Dream likes when he dresses up but decides against it. His arms stretch to reach the large box on the top shelf of the closet, struggling briefly before he pulls it down and into the bedroom with him. A small, clear bottle is pulled from the black box and tossed onto the bed.
George gets comfortable on the bed quickly, glancing at the small clock on the nightstand and realizing he doesn’t have much longer. He’s used to stretching himself quickly, Dream likes to see how fast George can fall apart before he even touches him.
Gasps fall from George in quick succession as he works himself open, already working a third finger inside himself. He’s almost ready when he hears the front door open and close. His long, slender fingers halt in their intrusion, George’s breath hitching slightly. He moves quickly, moving the black box from the bed to the bench at the end of the mattress. The light from the moon is the only light present in the room, shining in rays behind him, but he doesn’t move to switch the light on, instead, he drops to his knees in front of the door.
His submission is something he prides himself in, even when he’s a bit of a brat. George is perfectly trained in his form and manners, and he loves showing it off. His ass rests on his feet, his knees digging into the hardwood floor and sending a sharp sting across his skin. He lays his hands across his thighs, palms down, and looks to the floor, waiting for Dream to finally come in. He can feel himself slipping into subspace as he imagines Dream’s praise for his perfect form, his head becoming clear of any worries. It always comes easily for him when he gets to slip like this, when Dream takes the reins and lets George float.
George isn’t sure how long he kneels on their bedroom floor, time slips from him when he gets into his headspace and he never minds it. A loud creak pulls George to the forefront of his mind, his body lights up at Dream’s presence finally in the room.
“Oh baby, you look so beautiful on your knees for me. Are you ready George? You can speak.” George’s body shutters at Dream’s voice. While George slips into subspace, Dream slips into a similar state as a dom, shifting his entire demeanor. His voice is raspy and commanding as he speaks to George, full of dominance but still laced with the love George knows Dream holds for him.
“Yes Sir. I’m ready for whatever you feel I deserve tonight.” He can’t see him, but George knows there’s a sly grin on Dream’s face right now. He loves it when George is like this. Being put in a position of power, of responsibility for someone else is a feeling he can never describe. When they do scenes and Dream slips deeper into his role than usual, his only concern is George. His sole job as a dom is to take care of and protect his sub, and he takes that job very seriously.
“On your back baby, you’re watching tonight.” George moves with grace as he crosses the room quickly, dropping onto their large bed. His eyes meet his reflection as he stares at the ceiling. The mirror above their bed may have been Dream’s doing, but George would admit that he really does love it. Watching Dream in action is mesmerizing, even when his head is fuzzy.
George lays there staring at himself in the mirror, letting time pass as he waits for Dream to be ready for him. He’s sure if he focuses, he can hear Dream rummaging through the black box he took down, pulling out the items he plans on using tonight. Instead of focusing though, George lets himself float. He allows his mind and body to relax, preparing to fully submit himself to Dream, to give himself up and become vulnerable.
As much fun as they have, George knows that the relationship he and Dream share is more than just sex. Submitting to Dream the way he does, to allow another person to take charge of you, it requires more than just a simple yes. Their relationship is built on trust, on the safety George feels with Dream and the protective instincts Dream has for George. He knows that as much as he loves to submit to the other man, as willing as George may be to do anything his lover says, Dream’s first priority is George’s safety and he would rather end a scene than allow either of them to push too far.
“Ready baby?” Dream’s raspy tone pulls George from his thoughts, an eager nod aimed in Dream’s direction. “George. Words. You know better. Now, are you ready to begin? Do you know your safe word?” Dream looks at him expectantly, a firm tone to his words.
“Yes Sir.” It’s the confirmation Dream needs before he continues. Once it’s given, the blond moves into action. George’s wrists are tied gently to the headboard with a set of soft red silks, tied at the wrist above his head.
Dream spreads his legs, caressing George’s skin and placing feather-light kisses up his legs as he bends them each at the knee. George watches from his place on the bed, staring into the mirror above him. His eyes follow Dream’s movements, trailing across the bed as he reaches for the clear bottle of lube beside him.
Dream rubs his fingers together, warming them up before he’s pressing two into George’s hole. A shuddered gasp falls from velvet lips, George’s eyes widening at the delightful burn of Dream’s thick fingers. His breathing hitches as Dream’s fingers scissor themselves inside him, stretching him mercilessly.
“S-so good Sir, fuck, so good.” George watches the cocky grin take over Dream’s features, a shudder wracks through him as Dream licks his lower lip before he’s pulling his fingers from George. A sharp cry falls from his lips at the sudden emptiness and George lays there panting, knowing Dream has something planned.
“I’m gonna fuck you now baby, I think you’re stretched enough and you like the pain, don’t you?” Dream’s voice holds so much authority George almost whimpers, the demanding tone shoots through him to his cock as he nods eagerly.
“Yes Sir. Please, Sir, I want it.” Dream doesn’t need much more encouragement before he’s pressing into George, bottoming out quickly. He doesn’t give George much time to adjust before he’s pulling out and pounding back into him, setting a rough pace that has George’s entire body shaking.
“Harder, Dream, fuck. Stop holding back, I thought you were supposed to be mad at me.” George spits ice, words stuttering out as Dream continues his brutal pace. A sharp sting shoots through his cheek, Dream’s palm connecting with his face and sending a resounding crack through the room. His mouth is pried open by Dream’s fingers and then he’s spitting on George’s outstretched tongue.
George gags as Dream fucks his throat with his fingers, his thrust growing sloppier and quicker as they both chase their highs.
George’s tears fall quickly as he feels himself stretch around Dream’s cock, the burning sensation is a mixture of pain and pleasure that he craves. His brain feels like liquid as Dream pounds into him and George can feel himself start to fly.
“You can let go, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you darling.” George can hear the shift in Dream’s words, the love he holds for the older man abundantly clear. It doesn’t take much more for George to let himself soar. He watches himself in the mirror, marvels at the sight of Dream taking him, and then he lets his fall closed and he lets go.
His body shakes with the intensity of his orgasm, hot ropes of his release painting his stomach. He can feel the heat of Dream’s own release inside him and then he’s crying out at the emptiness again. George feels himself drift off, heavy eyes fighting to stay open and tears threatening to spill over.
“George, baby, come on. I’ve run you a bath sweetheart, let’s go get cleaned up.” George blinks his eyes open, whining as his arms reach for Dream. Dream puts the pieces together immediately, pulling George into his arms and carrying him to the tub. George was dropping, something he didn’t do often but Dream had experienced enough to know how to help him.
Dream eases them into the bathtub, pressing George into his chest. George gets quiet when he drops, so Dream doesn’t force him to speak, instead reaching for the cloth. His caresses are gentle as he cleans George, running the cloth along his body while he whispers sweet words into chestnut curls.
A quick glance at George has Dream halting as he notices the tears spilling down his cheeks. His hands find George’s face, forcing the older to look at him as his thumbs wipe away the tears. Dream places a kiss on each of George’s cheeks, then on his nose, then finally he connects their lips. The kiss is short, but it conveys exactly what Dream wants it to, what George needs to feel.
“I love you.” George nods, placing another shy kiss on Dream’s mouth, earning a grin from the blond. They get out of the bath afterward, Dream drying them both down with the big, fluffy blue towels George insisted on buying when they moved in, and then pulling on their boxers. Dream flicks off the lamp as they slid into bed and pulls the covers over the both of them.
“I love you. So much. And I’ll tell you it any time you need me to.” George can feel his heart swell in his chest, the confession he’s heard a thousand times never getting old for him. Dream knows when he drops the reassurance and love is what he needs, he knows that George’s head gets mean sometimes and the thing he needs the most is for Dream to be there. He’s not sure how he got lucky enough to end up with someone who understands him on such a raw, emotional level, but George wouldn’t give up for anything.
“I love you,” George’s words are whispered as he turns in Dream’s arms, burying his head in the toned, bare chest now in front of him. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but I love you.” Dream presses a kiss to George’s head and lets his fingers trail up his bare back.
George falls asleep in a blanket of warmth, Dream’s legs tangled with his own under the duvet, a hand on his hip and Dream pressed against him. His heart is full as he revels in the aftermath of their night and in the overwhelming love he feels for the man beside him.