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Dream’s blood was not the first human blood George had ever had. Not even close. Not only was he a very active vampire when he was 19 and turned, but between those people and blood bags.. He knew his way around human blood. 

He knew what the different types smelt like, he liked some more than others, and he even knew what it felt like to drink from someone under the influence. Those were better than drinking or smoking. He couldn’t just drink or smoke like normal people, but when it was consumed through blood, it was like he was in high school again and had nothing to lose in blackout nights. 

It was just that once he got to Florida, he didn’t want those types he always went for. He didn’t want random drunk people, or Sapnap’s offered blood once he was high. He wanted nothing but simply to consume Dream’s blood. It’s all he could ever focus on as they did anything together. 

Cuddling, sitting across from each other on the couch, streaming, VidCon, airplanes… anything and everything. Everywhere and anytime. All he wanted was to consume the liquid that smelt oh so sweet to him, like the best thing that could ever grace his tongue. 

And he did get to consume it, Dream was very open to the idea and rather enjoyed having George drink from him. Only, it usually turned them both on and led to sex, which is why George just couldn’t drink it whenever, wherever. 

Not in hotels, not backstage of shows… not just anywhere. 

Only when he really needed it to live, in which Dream would offer it in cups that George passed as water on streams… 

Or during sex. 

“I just want you.” George breathed out. “All night.” 

So

“All night?” Dream asked and George nodded. 

We'll keep it on the ground right there next to our clothes

“Y-yes.” 

Do what you want to me, nobody gotta know

“Kneel, George.” Dream said and George obeyed. “Now open your mouth like a good boy and show me those pretty teeth of yours.” George nodded and his jaw fell open as his fangs popped out. Dream put his wrist to George’s mouth. “Bite.” George pierced the skin and didn’t drink the blood. Dream moved his wrist to be above George’s head and Geore tilted his head back, keeping his mouth open to catch the drops of blood that fell from Dream’s wrist. 

George’s eyes fluttered shut as the blood seeped down his throat, he felt a sound reverberate from his throat as Dream’s free hand wrapped itself around his neck. Dream’s thumb was massaging circles over George’s artery and George felt airy and high. Dream’s blood was always the most pleasant. 

Dream released his grip on George’s throat and grabbed George’s chin, forcing him to face forward again. George whined, he wasn’t sure if it was the loss of contact or the loss of blood - maybe both. “You okay, baby?” Dream checked in and George nodded. “ Words .”

“Y-yes. Yes. ‘m good.”

Dream presented his wrist to George who licked the wound, watching it heal. He was satisfied he could ensure his boyfriend’s safety in intimate moments, since he knew he always could in normal daily life. 

You know I'm really good at puttin' on a show

“Bed.” Dream said. “I have to go make an appearance on Sap’s stream. You better be ready for me when I come back.” George nodded and unfolded his hands from his lap and got up. Dream kissed the crown of his head and walked off. 

Not so fast, I think we need to slow down

When Dream returned to the room, 15 minutes later he offered a smile to George who was sitting on his knees on the bed. He was wearing only one of Dream’s hoodies, that rested around his thighs, as his hands were folded in his lap. His soft doe eyes were looking ever so gently at Dream. 

“So pretty for me, baby.” Dream said, and kicked his sweats off, before taking his t-shirt off. He stalked his way over to the bed and stood at the edge of it, letting the frame press into his calves. Dream patted the bed in front of him and George moved closer, keeping himself on his knees. “Lay down.” 

George laid on his back and Dream grabbed his ankles, pulling George so his thighs were closer to the edge of the bed. Dream bent down and breathed a hot breath on George’s thighs, making the smaller shutter before he moaned when Dream started kissing and nipping at the skin. George put his hand in the golden curls and tugged them, a silent plea for more. 

And Dream offered more by turning his kisses into deeper bites at the skin. They would heal quickly enough, but that just meant Dream got to leave a lot of marks to compensate. And George never minded. “Dr’m, please..” George breathed out. 

“What, baby? Use your words. What do you want?” Dream said, keeping his lips close to George’s skin. 

“Y-you.” George said and Dream pulled away from him completely. George whined pathetically at the loss but understand he didn’t offer a good enough answer, “Fuck me.” George said, demand lacing his voice and Dream just tsked. 

“Please- please Clay, fuck me.” George begged and Dream nodded, leaning down to kiss George on the lips. It was harsh enough of a possessive kiss to cause George’s fangs to pierce Dream’s lips. Dream only smirked against George’s lips. 

“You’re mine.” 

Oh, baby, pay attention, listen to my voice

“I’m yours.” George breathed out, back arching as firm hands gripped into his thighs with nails digging ever so slightly into the flesh. Fresh bruises were under the harsh grip and only enhanced the breathy moans and whines escaping his lips. He wanted - he needed - more. 

Pick your position, baby, I'll give you the choice

I know you like it 'cause you're makin' all that noise

Dream reached over and grabbed lube from his bedside drawer, kicking his boxers off as he did so. George just let out a breath and Dream turned back to face him, warming the lube in his hands. George was practically writhing in anticipation. “Okay?” Dream asked and George went to nod but stopped himself. 

“Yes. Jus- please.. I need you. I need you..” George breathed out and Dream hummed in content, slipping his hands between George’s thighs to stretch him out. 

Oh

Once Dream had made sure he was okay to continue, he flipped George over onto his stomach, “Knees.” Dream said and George did as asked, sitting up on his knees and facing away from Dream. Dream pulled him closer and slid into him, holding himself still to let George decide when he could move. 

George turned back to look at Dream, “Ok- you can move.” George muttered and Dream did just that, pulling out almost all the way to slam back into George. George’s arms collapsed easily as his arms stretched before him and his face was pressed into his biceps. 

The way you look at me when you're on your knees

Dream kept his thrusts even, as he gripped George’s waist firmly, eventually flipping him over so he could see George and get his pretty moans out of the sheets. George certainly did not hold back the noises escaping his lips, his fangs easily slicing into them as his head tilted back and his nails dug into the sheets. 

Girl, let me see those eyes

“Clay- please dont stop- please… I’m- I’m close- please-” George pleaded and Dream adjusted them so he was properly over George on the bed, allowing George to grab his shoulders and claw into them. Dream hissed and nipped at George’s neck, allowing his skin to swallow his moans, where George’s just bounced off the walls. 

Oh, baby, say my name right to my face

“I love it when you tell me not to stop.” Dream breathed out, pining George’s wrists above his head. Sweat clinging to the brown tufts of hair below the hands. George attached his lips to Dream’s neck and sunk his teeth into the skin, earning a moan from the taller. “You’re driving me insane.” Dream muttered. “And I adore it.”

“Please- can I..?” George asked, licking the spot he had bit into and Dream allowed him permission by grabbing his leaking cock in his free hand, while his other hand was still gripping his wrists. He loved the way George’s wrists fit into just one of his hands. 

George came and very quickly so did Dream. Dream milked him through his orgasm and George’s wrists went lax in the hold. Dream gently let his weight fall onto George, careful not to crush him. Dream let go of his wrists and just ran his hand through George’s hair. 

You know just what I like

“Okay, get off me idiot.” George muttered and Dream sighed, pulling out and rolling to lay next to George. 

“Let me get a cloth to clean up.” Dream said, softly. George nodded, not moving from where he was as Dream went to the bathroom attached to his room to get a wet cloth, cleaning them both. He also cleaned the bed a bit and took the hoodie off George, replacing it with another, before dressing himself in boxers and loose sweats. 

Dream laid down with George under their covers and held him close, pressing a kiss to his brown hair. “You reek like sex.” George said and Dream just laughed. 

“So do you, baby.” Dream countered and George scrunched his nose. 

“Yeah- but I can just smell it better than you can.” George spoke matter-of-factly. 

Dream only kissed his head again, “You okay?” Dream asked and George nodded into his chest, yawning. 

“‘M good, just sleepy.” George muttered and curled into Dream more, tangling their legs together. Dream nodded and rubbed a soothing hand on George’s back as he started to drift off. “Love you.” George mumbled into Dream’s chest. 

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Dream said and fell asleep a little while after George. 

* 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Sapnap asked Dream, a few days later. “Are you like pent up or something?”

Dream rolled his eyes, “Fuck you, asshole. You know that’s not why I’m in a pissy mood so mind your fucking business.” 

“Dream, you can’t just be a jerk to Sap because other people are idiots.” Karl said and Dream went to say something inherently rude but George suddenly appeared at his side, taking him to the kitchen. 

“What?” Dream asked and George scoffed. 

“You’re being a fucking dick for no reason. I know that this twitter bullshit has been a lot for you and I know you’re still overwhelmed but you don’t get to be an ass to our friends because you are in a pissy mood.” George said, angrily, his eyes going a deep red. 

Dream glanced out the door of the kitchen and sighed, grabbing George’s wrist and tugging him through the living room - where Karl and Sapnap were - and into his and George’s room. 

“What?” George asked, “you want to fight in here instead where they can’t hear us?” A pause, “or- or are you just taking me here to grab some of my shit and sending me back to my room?” 

“Would you like to fucking leave!?” Dream shot back. 

“No, Clay! Why can’t you fucking see that!? Why can’t you get it into your fucking head and listen to something I have to fucking say for once!? It’s like you don’t even fucking love me.” 

“Georgie…” Dream let out a breath and knelt on the floor before George. George’s brows furrowed and he looked down at Dream who just stared at the floor. George’s eyes quickly returned to their soft brown color. 

“Clay, get up. Please. It’s not like you not to fight back…” George said, very confused on how to handle the situation. Usually he was opening up himself to Dream and submitting his thoughts and feelings in a romantic and sexual aspect. Dream never opened up, not like this. 

George knelt down with him and grabbed his hands. “Baby, look at me.” He whispered. Dream slowly looked up at George with teary eyes. “Talk to me..” 

“I love you, George. I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know what to do without you and I- I just can’t handle life without you. You’re my whole entire world and I am so sorry that I was mean to you- you don’t deserve it. Not ever.” Dream spoke in a broken tone. 

“You scared me.” George spoke softly and Dream flinched at the words. “I was scared of losing you.” 

“You won’t lose me.” Dream allowed George to wipe his tears. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Neither am I.” George pressed their lips together softly, cupping Dream’s face. Dream kissed him back with something much deeper than burning passion. 

Love. 

Dream pulled George to his lap, gently. His hands were softer than they had been just the other night. George straddled his thighs, slotting his leg between them so just one of Dream’s thighs was between his legs. George moved his lower body to get friction as they kissed. 

Dream tilted his head a bit, and pulled away from the kiss but not from George. “You wanna get yourself off on my thigh, baby?” 

George attached his lips to Dream’s neck and bit into it after nodding, sweet noises escaping his lips. Dream just aided his hips in moving, pressing his thigh up into George’s clothed cock. George gripped onto the back of Dream’s shirt, moving his hips faster to build friction. 

Red

“There you go, baby- So good for me.” Dream muttered and George started trailing kisses down his neck, dragging his fangs in his trail leaving marks in his wake. 

Your lips are kissin' on my neck down to my chest

He kept moving, his thrusts becoming more confident but simultaneously more sloppy as his cock hardened in his sweats. " F-Fucking hell ," He moaned, his head dropping onto Dream’s shoulder, letting out soft noises directly into his ear. 

“Yeah?” Dream asked, grip tightening on George’s waist. “Feel good?” 

“Mhm…” George mumbled as he attempted to pick up pace, his mind beginning to fog over with lust as Dream kissed his head, making George sit up properly to accept a real kiss. Dream let George bite into his lip and get another taste of blood, allowing the kiss to deepen and both of their lust to increase. 

Dream lifted his thigh to meet George’s thrusts and George groaned, loudly, pulling from the kiss. “C-Clay..” George muttered. 

“It’s alright baby, you can finish. You have enough stamina for me to fuck you afterwards.” Dream said and at the words alone, George released. He collapsed into Dream, panting and gripping his shirt. 

“You okay?” Dream asked, rubbing his back. 

“Good. Just need a second.” George muttered and Dream kissed his temple, before picking him up and moving them to the bed. He laid George down and laid next to him, allowing the brunette’s increased stamina to kick in as he simply panted with deep red eyes. 

I grab your shoulders, flip you over, you know where I'm going

George took a few more moments to collect his breath before he rolled to be sitting on Dream’s torso. “I’m stretched already.” George said with red cheeks and Dream held his waist, cocking a brow. “I got lonely with you working so much the past few days.. And I still had some of your blood in the bag-” 

Dream rolled them over in a swift movement as he practically growled and George wrapped his legs around Dream’s waist, as Dream’s arms moved to be one either side of him. George’s hands interlocked behind Dream’s neck. “Why don’t we test that?” Dream asked, reaching a hand down into George’s sweats, to palm the boy through his boxers. George gripped the bottom of Dream’s hair and nodded, licking up Dream’s neck. 

“P-please..” George asked, voice ever so soft. 

Hold onto my hair, girl, go ahead

Dream removed his hand from George’s cock and George whined at the loss of contact. Dream pushed George’s legs down and easily took his pants and boxers off, making the brunette hiss at the cold air. Dream just motioned for George to take his shirt off, while Dream stripped off his clothes. Dream grabbed the lube and warmed it before spreading it on his cock and bringing George’s legs back to his waist, finding it easy to slide into George with minimal stretch. 

George moaned and his hands found Dream’s hair again, “M-move.” George demanded and Dream didn’t move at all. He just sat there inside of George and George felt tears building in his eyes. He hadn’t wanted Dream this bad since he had first moved in. 

Dream wiped the tears sliding down his face, “Okay?” 

“P-please move.. Please- I need you-” George begged, “Please, Clay-” George sobbed and Dream kissed him gently as he moved his hips. He wasn’t as rough as usual, he kept care in his movements with his gentle kisses. 

I'm gonna make you feel so damn crazy

The way you look at me when you're on your knees

This wasn’t their usual sex, this had love laced in the moans and movements. It had love pressed deep into George’s core. It had love tugging on Dream’s hair. 

There was love in George’s tears, because he did love Dream. He loved him so much, he couldn’t fathom it some days. And maybe Dream felt the same. George knew he did, he could tell with how gentle the night had turned. 

Girl, let me see those eyes

George could tell he was loved back in the same unfathomable way when Dream allowed George to come without begging first. He could tell by the way Dream carefully handled him through the orgasm. 

Oh, baby, say my name right to my face

George could tell when instead of a washcloth and a nap, Dream drew them a warm bath with lots of bubbles and carried George to sit in it. 

You know just what I like

George had his back pressed to Dream’s chest and Dream had his arms wrapped around George’s torso, keeping him close. “Are you alright, love?” Dream asked and George leaned into him. 

“‘M amazing, baby.” George muttered, turning his head slightly so Dream could kiss the corner of his mouth before turning all the way around to face his taller boyfriend. 

“You need to feed, then we can get some rest.” Dream spoke softly and George sat up on his knees to sink his teeth into Dream’s neck just above his collarbone. Once George got what he needed, a drink without the arousal that always followed, he went to lick the wound but Dream stopped him by blocking the wound with his hand. “Don’t heal it. I want it to stay.” 

George nodded and kissed the mark instead once Dream moved his hand. Dream picked them up and gave George fresh clothes to change into - one of his hoodies and boxers - before Dream put on boxers and sweats. Dream tucked them into bed and held George tightly to his chest. “Love you, baby.” George smiled into Dream’s chest and Dream kissed his head. 

“I love you too, George. So much.” They both drifted off shortly after.