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Dream had taken them to a meadow, flowers littering the ground. He practically glowed under the sunlight, welcoming the spring weather into his warm embrace. His hands carded through brunette locks. The boy was sitting between his legs, his back pressed against Dreams warm chest.
They sat in silence, making occasional conversation about random topics.
George had his eyes closed, the suns rays almost burning his skin. He knew the god threading his hands through his hair wouldn’t let that happen.
He was the one who controlled the sky. He commanded the clouds and told them to scatter, letting the flowers covering the meadow exhale softly.
A quiet breeze ruffled Georges hair, a smile stretching across his face.
“The weather is nice”, he hums quietly, a silent thank you behind his words.
Dream is content, staring down at the boy from where he rests between his legs, “You like the spring”, he observes, running his thumb across the edge of the brunettes jaw.
George turns his head just the slightest, peeking his eyes open and squinting up at the god. Looking at him like this was like falling in love with him all over again. Never would he have thought that such a powerful being, much less the ruler of the sky, would catch his eye.
The sunlight struck his face just right, shadows under his cheekbones and his jaw, revealing a defined face shape. His eyes shone and his hair was shimmering, blowing over his eyes gently.
The mortal reaches up to brush the hair away from his face, his other hand searching the grass for another hand to lace his fingers with.
Dream continues gazing down at his lover softly, his face void of most expression. He tilts his head down to brush his nose against Georges pale neck affectionately, unsure that words could make up for what he was feeling in that moment.
George grins, delight shooting up his spine when he feels the god’s hand cover his own.
“You’re so beautiful”, Dream murmurs, eyes now closed as his hand slips out of Georges hair and onto the ground.
The brunette giggles softly, leaning into the gentle kisses being pressed to his collarbone, “And you as well”, he whispers, shivering when soft lips brush across his pulse.
Dreams hair tickles Georges jaw, making him squirm in the gods grip, “Stop that, it tickles”, he murmurs, bringing a hand up to push him away.
Dream whines in protest which makes the brunette tilt his head back in a laugh, accidentally knocking the god in the chin. They both fall under a spell and are giggling at each others antics, a blush evident on the mortals face.
The gods quiet chuckles eventually slow to a stop and he uses his free hand to tilt the mortals head back, gazing into the brown and blue eyes fondly.
Despite his face being a vivid shade of red, George is grinning, the smile taking up half his face.
They sit like that, the smaller boy playing with his lovers fingers as his eyes flicker between the bright honey-colored eyes that belonged to his sun. He studied the gods face, trying to distinguish the thoughts running through the others head.
“I love you”, comes a short whisper.
The murmur makes George turn to face Dream, a smile lighting up his face. His eyes trace the scar on the bridge of his nose, across to the freckles littering his cheeks, and eventually he’s admiring the gods lips, soft and pink. And begging him to kiss them.
The mortal leans up, eyes lidded as the proximity between the two lessens. When the sun god makes no sign of moving away, he presses his lips to the taller boys.
George is sitting on his knees now, his hands coming up to grasp his lovers biceps. Dreams arms snake around Georges waist, settling on the junction between his hip and his thigh.
They melt into each other, sinking into the bed of flowers. The sun god lays back against the grass, his shirt splayed out against the brightly colored tulips and dandelions surrounding them. George falls with him, settling between his legs and cupping his jaw with both hands.
Their lips slot together, slow and passionate. They slide their mouths together in sync, wanting to enjoy the moment for as long as humanly possible (ironically).
Dream nipped at the brunettes lower lip gently, dragging it out—only letting it go to press another kiss to his pink, freshly bruised lips. The kisses were becoming sloppier now, desperation hanging off every gasp that slipped from either of their mouths.
When warm hands slipped up Georges shirt he whined softly into Dreams mouth, urging him to continue. The god stroked the skin of his hips, tracing circles into the flesh.
The mortal pulled away momentarily, letting his entire body weight fall onto Dream carefully. He tucked his flushed face into the taller boys neck, his breath ragged and uncontrolled.
Dream continued running his hands up and down Georges sides, patiently waiting for him to catch his breath.
When George finally felt grounded enough to pull away, Dreams hands had stilled on his hips and his eyes were focused on the sky. They followed the clouds drifting in front of the sun, casting a shadow over the meadow.
He turned and plucked a small dandelion from the brush, tucking a piece of Dreams hair behind his ear and placing the dandelion there. It swayed in the breeze, the petals fluttering softly.
The sun god turned towards the boy, a smile gracing his lips.
George returns the smile, holding himself up by his elbows, which were painfully pressed into the blades of grass.
“Now you look even more beautiful..... ethereal even”, the British mortal murmurs, looking up to the sky where Dreams eyes had been stuck earlier.
The breeze picks up and the clouds move on past the sun, letting the rays touch the ground again. George puts a hand up in front of his face, glancing back to his lover with a smile.
‘I’m in love with the sun’ he thinks, reaching for Dreams hand and lacing their fingers together, ‘And the sun likes me too’.
Fin.