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The following day starts much earlier than George would have preferred.
Dream had woken up at around five in the morning and left George with a loving kiss to his head, murmuring that he’d see him later and gently urging George back to sleep when the prince had let out a sleepy whine at the loss of the body he was clinging to. George was soothed back to sleep by a hand in his hair and a gentle “I love you”.
The next time George sees his beloved knight is three hours later at breakfast.
Dream is standing in his uniform near one of the entrances to the kitchen when George walks in. He’s talking quietly with George’s father, who seems happy for once, and George can only assume it’s because of the recent trading route they’d finalized with a nearby kingdom by the name of L’Manberg… or something like that.
The two make eye contact while the king rambles on about the leader of the nation and Dream’s previous neutral expression is broken with the faintest of smiles. He gives a quick and subtle wink before turning his attention back to the king. George has to bite back his lovesick grin as he averts his gaze to the empty plate in front of him.
Breakfast is slow and uneventful. George’s father asks him how his studies are going, and much to George’s surprise, he even asks about his archery. It’s the first time in a long time that the king has shown interest in George’s hobby and the prince tries not to show his elation too much as he answers. Bad and Karl join sometime in the middle of their conversation and that’s when breakfast is finally served.
Throughout the meal, George is hyper aware of Dream standing behind him and it takes nearly everything within George to not look over his shoulder every minute. When he does have a chance to cast a glance over his shoulder at the boy, he discovers that he’s already being watched.
Dream flashes him a quick all-knowing smirk, like he knows exactly what’s on Georges mind, before he breaks eye contact, his gaze moving elsewhere in the room.
That little...
George has to stop himself from reacting outwardly to the absolute nerve of the blond and he turns back to his meal.
That tension between them lasts nearly four entire hours as George is dragged around the castle by Bad, who seemingly has an endless amount of things for him to do.
When the two finally, finally find themselves alone, it’s in the garden shortly after lunch is finished and George finds himself pressed up against a stone wall covered in vines, a hand firmly holding his jaw and a pair of pretty pink lips engulfing his own.
George is quick to latch onto Dream, his hands fumbling to grab onto the knight's neck and the collar of his shirt so tightly that his knuckles turn white. His mouth falls open and Dream licks eagerly into the warm, wet cavern, pulling a pitiful noise from the brunet.
“You are breathtaking, love,” Dream mutters into George’s mouth. His free hand works to untuck George’s shirt from his pants and he’s quick to make contact with the warm pale skin beneath the navy material. The muscles tense beneath his hand and George can feel the man smirk against his open mouth.
“Do you know how hard it’s been? Not being able to touch you when you look this fucking pretty?”
George lets out the softest of moans, being mindful of the fact that anyone could be around them.
“Dream.” The word is hushed and breathy against spit-slicked lips and Dream only hums as trails his lips down to the skin underneath the collar of George’s shirt. Ivory teeth dig into a delicate collarbone and George has to press his face into the younger’s shoulder to muffle the sound that slips out of his chest. Dream digs his finger into the flesh of George’s side as he sucks a dark mark into porcelain skin.
If it were up to George, he would just let the blond ravish him right then and there. But he knows that Dream would never do something so risky. He’s too cautious to mess around in any place that isn’t in the privacy of George’s bedroom, and for that George is grateful.
Honestly, Dream is probably the main reason they haven’t gotten caught yet.
A distant call of George’s name is heard and he lifts his head from where it’s tucked in Dream’s neck. His reddened and puffy lips settle into a pout as Dream detaches his lips from the sore spot on his collarbone and the blond chuckles once he catches sight of the expression.
“No pouting,” he presses a thumb against George’s lips and the brunet has to refrain from taking the digit into his mouth. “We’ll continue this later, okay? Just like I promised.”
George sighs and wraps his fingers around Dream’s wrist. He presses a kiss to the pad of the knight’s thumb before moving to kiss his knuckles.
“This is turning out to be the longest day ever,” he complains as they work to fix their appearances, “I’m starting to wish you would’ve not said those things and just surprised me tonight.”
Dream lets out a small wheeze, his hands moving to fix George’s messed up hair. “But you’ve been so patient, love. I’m surprised.”
I like being good for you.
George has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying the words out loud. In fact, he swallows back any type of response because he knows that if he spoke, his voice would break and he did not need that embarrassment right now.
He distracts himself from his thoughts by working to tuck his shirt back into his pants and redoing the buttons that had been undone by his lover.
Another call of his name causes him to huff loudly and Dream snickers quietly as the prince calls back an annoyed response. He settles a hand on the back of the prince’s neck and ducks his head to press a warm, long kiss to his hairline.
“Come on, my prince. You have a haircut to get done.”
George’s haircut goes smoothly, and so does his fitting for the suit he would be wearing to the party they’d been invited to by L’manberg’s leader to celebrate the trading deal. By the time that’s done, dinner time has arrived and the anticipation begins to bubble up within George’s stomach at the mere thought of what is awaiting him later in the evening.
As George settles in his seat, with Bad and Karl on either side of him, Dream is dismissed from his duties by the king. He shares one last brief look with George before he leaves, one that is so clearly a silent promise of “I’ll see you soon”.
Dinner goes by much slower than George would’ve liked. His father is very talkative, asking even more questions about what George has been up to while he’s been busy. George answers each question between large bites of roasted chicken, potatoes and other vegetables, and Bad scolds him for forgetting his table manners.
“Do you have something you need to do, George?” His father asks through a lighthearted chuckle.
More accurately, something needs to do me .
George stabs a chunk of roasted potato with his fork. “... Something like that.”
Dessert consists of warm chocolate cake and a scoop of vanilla ice cream, which George is more than happy to consume. He finishes the sweetness in record time and excuses himself from the table. He leaves the dining room after wishing everyone a goodnight and he can only hope his excitement isn’t too obvious to the others.
The walk to his bedroom takes significantly less time than it usually does and when George enters the dim space, he’s met with possibly the most beautiful sight he has ever seen.
Dream is laid out all pretty on his bed, wearing nothing but the dark colored pants of his uniform. His golden hair is ruffled in a way that he knows George loves and the light from the setting sun shines onto his toned chest, leaving George feeling breathless and questioning how on earth he had gotten so lucky with someone as beautiful as Dream. The blond has his eyes closed and he taps a gentle rhythm against his own stomach with his thumbs, and if George listens closely, he can hear the soft humming coming from his lover.
The humming stops as George pushes the door shut and pretty green eyes flutter open.
“About time.” Dream teases lightly, his lips tilting into a small smirk.
“Sorry, darling,” George grins sheepishly as he locks the door behind him. “Dad’s in a good mood. He had a cake made and everything.”
“Yeah?” Dream hums, not moving an inch as George approaches the bed. “I bet the cake wasn’t nearly as sweet as you.”
George scrunches up his nose as his fingers work to unbutton his shirt. “That was terrible, love.”
Dream giggles quietly, watching as George rids himself of the navy blue shirt. “Yeah, I realized that as soon as I said it. Give me time, I’ll think of another one.”
With a roll of his eyes, George drops his shirt on the floor and doesn’t bother with taking off his pants before he crawls on top of his boyfriend. His thighs settle on either side of Dream’s hips and he rests his hands on the warm skin of the blond’s stomach.
“Hi.”
Dream grins up at him, his hands rubbing at George’s slender thighs.
“Hey,” he whispers sweetly, delivering a soft squeeze to the flesh. “How are you?”
“Excited.” George traces his finger over a small circular scar next to the younger’s ribs.
“Oh?” Dream murmurs in feign curiosity, “Why’s that?”
George bites back a fond grin and slides his hands further up the soldier’s chest. The pad of his finger runs over the length of a white scar decorating Dream’s collarbone, one that he’s traced with his lips and tongue many times.
“I was promised something, and I’m expecting that promise to be fulfilled…” hesitance begins to seep into his tone, “... If you’re still up for it, of course?”
“Of course I am, baby.” Dream catches one of George’s hands within his own and peppers small kisses across his knuckles. “Are you?”
George nods quickly, newly cut hair brushing against his forehead and he subtly shifts his hips against the knight’s groin.
“ Very. I’ve waited long enough, I think.”
“You have been very patient today,” Dream chuckles, his hands gripping George’s hips tightly to stop him from moving them any further. He wets his lips and tilts his chin up. “C’mere, then.”
George is more than happy to lean down to catch the boy’s lips with his own.
Dream makes a soft, content sound somewhere in the back of his throat and he allows George to take control over the kiss for just a moment. His mouth falls open obediently to let the prince lick over the roof of his mouth and the back of his teeth. George nips at the knight’s lips and soothes over them with a flick of his tongue, basking in every little sound the blond lets out at every bite and slick swipe.
Dream runs his hands over George’s lithe figure, leaving a trail of goosebumps over the pale skin and George shivers at the featherlight touch. He arches his back into the warm hands, sighing once Dream finally grabs ahold of his waist.
It’s not long before Dream takes control over the kiss. He catches George’s bottom lip with his teeth and digs ivory into the pink flesh, pulling a sharp gasp from the older boy. His hands return to slender hips and George barely has time to brace himself before he’s flipped onto his back.
“ Fuck, ” the word slips out as his back makes contact with the mattress and Dream huffs out a laugh, his hand moving to push the boy’s dark hair away from his eyes.
“Sorry.” The apology is half-assed as Dream begins peppering kisses over the expanse of George’s chest. He flattens his tongue over one of the pink nipples before sucking the hardening bud into his mouth.
George mewls, his head falling back onto the plush pillows as Dream works his tongue and teeth over his sensitive nipples. The blond flicks his tongue over the sore, abused bud and moves further down George’s body, sucking a trail of lovebites into porcelain skin.
He makes quick work of George’s belt and pants. Both articles of clothing are thrown to the floor without a second thought and Dream attacks the fresh, blank skin of George’s thighs with harsh bites. He soothes them over with a lick of his tongue.
George is straining painfully against his boxer briefs by the time Dream is done marking him up and he lets out a whine as Dream purposefully brushes his hand against the bulge.
“Dream, please .”
Instead of teasing the brunet like he usually would, Dream shows his prince mercy and hooks his fingers into the hem of George’s underwear, pulling them off in one swift movement. George’s hard cock hits his stomach with a faint sound and he lets out a whimper at the cool air making contact with his leaking tip.
“Can you grab the lube for me, baby?”
George takes a moment to process the words before he rolls partially onto his side to clumsily pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He fumbles around for a few seconds before he finally feels the familiar shape of the bottle. He doesn’t bother with closing the drawer before he turns to drop the bottle in the waiting hand of his lover.
“Good boy,” The simple praise holds so much love and George feels as though his skin is on fire as a blush spreads throughout his face, neck and chest.
“Turn over for me?” Dream requests and George has no trouble listening as he flips himself onto his front on all fours. He braces himself on his elbows and spreads his legs just enough to expose his pretty hole to the knight.
“You’re being such a good boy for me, so lovely,” the blond continues his praise and he leans down to land a hot kiss on the dip of George’s back.
“Like being good for you.” George voices his earlier thoughts from when they were in the garden and gods, no truer words have been spoken. George is Dream’s good boy, his sweet prince, and he loves the fact that he is those things.
A fond chuckle is heard and he feels a warm hand rub over the side of his thigh, followed by another kiss on his tailbone before the contact leaves all together. George swallows back a pitiful whine and fumbles for another pillow to shove his face into.
The familiar pop of a cork is heard and George feels another wave of excitement and arousal wash over him at the thought of finally having his knight’s fingers stretching him open once again.
A few seconds pass before a warm, slick finger rubs over his hole and he can’t help but push back against the touch.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” George breathes out and that’s all Dream needs before he pushes his index finger into the tight heat. He’s familiar enough with George's body that he knows the brunet doesn’t need much time to adjust before he begins pulling his finger out until just the tip remains. He then plunges the digit back in and he quickly finds a slow, lazy pace.
As soon as George begins pushing back against the movements, Dream adds his middle finger alongside his index.
“Bet you missed this, huh?” Dream questions as he scissors his fingers apart. “Missed the feeling of me stretching you open?”
“Missed it so much, missed you .” George’s words are muffled from where his face is pressed into the pillow. He turns his head to the side to make his next words clearer. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.”
Dream makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan and he spreads his fingers apart once more before adding a third. George can tell that the blond is getting impatient now, and he’s right there with him. They’ve both waited much too long for this.
The stretch of three thick fingers is heavenly and George turns his head into the pillow to muffle his groan. His hips move back to fuck himself on Dream’s fingers and he moans outright when those three digits nudge against his prostate. He pants into the pillowcase and the spit from his lips smears against the fabric.
“Fuck, Dream,” George whines into the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut. “Please, please, please.”
He’s not exactly sure what he’s pleading for but Dream seems to decide for him.
He suddenly removes his fingers from George’s ass, leaving his hole empty and clenching around nothing. The prince is about to complain when he hears the metal clink of a belt buckle being undone and his lips clamp shut. His stomach swirls with anticipation and he can’t stop himself from making a soft, high pitched plea.
“Okay, my love. Give me a second.”
Dream gets off of the bed long enough to rid himself of his pants and underwear before he returns to his previous position. He plants himself right behind George and as he leans to grab the bottle of lube, George can feel the head of Dream’s cock rubbing against the crease of his ass. It leaves a wet trail of precum behind and George curses under his breath.
The wet sound of Dream slicking himself up is heard before he presses his drooling tip against George’s entrance. Dream anchors a hand on George’s hip before he slowly pushes into the tight, wet hole.
Their soft groans mix as Dream sinks into George. The familiar stretch that George has missed is almost overwhelming and he gasps into the pillows, his fingers digging into plush.
“You’re so tight, baby…” Dream’s voice holds a gravelly tone that makes George weak in the knees. “Taking me so well. It’s like you were made just for me, honey.”
“I was.” George whimpers into the pillow before he can stop himself and he flushes at his own words. “Made for you. Only you.”
Dream moans softly once his hips meet George’s ass. He grinds his hips against the soft flesh, relishing in the moan it earns him. “That’s right, my sweet prince. Just for me. No one else.”
The noise George makes is almost sinful as Dream pulls out about halfway before sinking back into the warmth of his lover. The movement is repeated until Dream builds up to a steady pace of fucking into the prince. He uses the grip on George’s hips to pull the boy back onto his cock with every forward thrust and George gasps into the pillow.
“Harder.” George chokes out, his hips pushing back greedily and Dream is quick to obey the brunet’s wishes. The sound of skin against skin combined with their heavy panting and lust-filled sounds fills the room and for a brief moment, George thinks about the possibility of someone walking past his door and hearing them.
The thought vanishes as Dream’s cock brushes against his prostate and a high pitched moan is let out into the pillow. His back arches in a fruitless attempt to get the knight’s cock to hit the spot again and he whimpers brokenly.
“Dream… Dreamie, more . Gimme more.”
A breathy laugh is heard from the blond before his hips start moving at a ruthless pace, forcing a cry out of the brunet. His thrusts are angled perfectly to hit George’s prostate full on and his dark eyes fill with unshed tears at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Feel so good around me, honey. So warm.” Dream groans. His fingers flex around George’s hips, the tight hold bordering on painful, and the brunet has half the mind to hope that the taller man leaves pretty bruises to remind George of this exact moment.
Warmth begins to pool in the pit of George’s stomach and he whimpers, his hand reaching back to wrap around Dream’s wrist to get him to stop. The knight stops his movements almost immediately, his cock still buried deep within George, and he rubs a gentle hand over George's sweaty back.
“You okay?”
George nods, chest heaving as he struggles to regulate his breathing. “I just-- I wanna see you.”
Dream whispers a soft “okay” and pulls out to allow George to roll onto his back. His bright red cock lays neglected against his stomach, thick veins protruding and precum drooling from the tip. The liquid gathers into a small pool against his skin and the obscene sight makes his cock twitch.
Huffing, George reaches his hands out for Dream, a small whine of desperation sounding from the back of his throat, and the blond immediately moves in closer while simultaneously tugging George in by his thighs.
The movement pulls a sudden giggle from the boy and Dream grins down at him. He grabs ahold of the pillow George had been using to muffle himself and he tucks it underneath the prince’s hips.
“You’re so fucking cute.” he mutters, leaning down to capture the boy’s pink lips in a heated kiss.
George moans faintly and brings his legs up to wrap around Dream’s hips. His ankles lock behind his back, pulling him closer.
“C’mon.” he grumbles into the knight’s mouth.
“What happened to my patient boy, huh?” Dream asks teasingly as he lines himself back up with George’s hole.
Before George can bite out a snarky response, Dream sinks the entirety of his cock into George in one smooth push and the sudden fullness takes the breath right out of the Brit. The moan he lets out is shaky and weak as his rim spasms around his lover’s cock.
Dream braces his hands on the mattress on either side of George’s head as he builds up to that same ruthless pace from before. Each rough thrust pulls a choked out noise from George and he struggles to keep his volume low.
So, to fix that, he pulls his lover even closer and begins sucking and biting at all the sensitive places in order to quiet himself.
“ Fuck , George…” Dream whimpers into his neck as the prince sucks over the teeth marks he had left the night before. Ivory sinks into the flesh to make the indents even deeper and George soothes it over with tongue, basking in the noises that are let loose right into his ear.
It’s not long before that warmth begins to pool once again and his stomach muscles start to tighten.
“M’close.” he gasps out, voice breaking as his nails dig into the skin of his knight’s shoulders. “Dreamie, please. I’m--”
Dream slips his hand between their sweat covered bodies and takes George’s hard, leaking cock into his hand. He smears the precum down the length and begins stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Come on, my sweet prince,” Dream pants against his neck, “Cum for me… you can do it, baby.”
With one last brush of Dream’s cock against his prostate, combined with the feeling of a calloused thumb swiping over his slit, George cums with a strangled cry. Ribbons of white splatter against a tan hand and a pale stomach.
Dream begins to pull out to finish himself off but George tightens his thighs around the knight’s hips, forcing him to stay sheathed within his velvety walls.
“Inside. I want-- inside .” Is all George can get out as he pants, chest heaving with the effort of regulating his breathing. He clenches around the knight’s cock to urge him to keep going.
Dream curses weakly at the words, his cock twitching from where it’s buried deep within his prince, and he grabs one of George’s legs. The leg is then folded against George’s chest, who winces at the brief pain that shoots through his muscles, but the pain is very quickly forgotten as Dream begins fucking into George’s sensitive hole with newfound vigor.
The oversensitivity very quickly crosses the line of being painful but the sight of Dream’s face as he cums makes it all worth it. His reddened lips part in a deep, shuddering moan as he buries himself as deep as he can go before finally tips over that blissful edge, filling George up with his hot release.
The Brit shivers at the feeling of the blond’s cock throbbing inside of him and his hole flutters weakly around the length.
Dream pants heavily as he slowly recovers. He removes his weight from George’s leg and helps him carefully stretch it out, his hand rubbing lazy but tender circles into the skin. He pulls out his softening cock and sits back on his calves, his chest still heaving.
“Holy shit.”
Dream lets out a weak laugh at George’s slurred statement and he nods a bit, his hand going up to run through sweaty blond hair. The strands unstick from his forehead and he makes a small face of disgust at the dampness.
“Bath?”
George hums in agreement and relaxes against the mattress as Dream gets up to run the water.
The brunet lets his eyes close for a moment and before he knows it, there’s a gentle hand combing his hair away from his face.
“The bath is ready, honey.” Dream’s soft voice meets his ears and he whines quietly, his brows furrowing together. He can barely move his legs and just the thought of getting up makes his body ache. He cracks his eyes open to look up at his knight and wordlessly holds his arms out.
“Do you need me to carry you?”
“Please.”
The bath is hot and exactly what they need to soothe their sore and tired muscles. The two men take their time bathing each other, cleaning their skin free of any sweat, spit, lube and cum. Their hair is washed with a soap smelling faintly floral and by the time they’re done, their fingers and toes are wrinkly.
They don’t bother with getting dressed, only pulling on a pair of fresh boxer briefs to sleep in, and George is left to sit in the chair holding Dream’s uniform while the latter changes the bed sheets.
George is delicately placed on the fresh sheets and he huffs out a gentle laugh. “I’m not made of glass, love.”
Dream crawls in beside him, pulling the soft comforter over their half naked bodies. “I know. I just-... I wasn’t too rough with you, was I? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”
A soft, fuzzy feeling nestles its way deep into George’s chest at his boyfriend’s worrying.
“No, baby, you didn’t hurt me,” he assures him. He runs his fingers through his lover’s damp hair and scratches lightly at his scalp. “I’m gonna be sore as hell tomorrow…” both men snicker quietly, ”But you didn’t hurt me, darling.”
“Are you sure?” Dream asks as he snakes an arm around George’s middle. The knight presses his face into the brunet’s neck, peppering gentle kisses over the porcelain skin.
“Positive, love.”
Dream seems to relax at the reassurance and he sighs softly when George pulls him closer, allowing the knight to lay on his chest. George presses a long kiss to his forehead, taking in the scent of the flowery soap.
“I love you.”
“I love you, baby.” Dream murmurs tiredly. George can feel the blond’s lashes tickling against his collarbone as his eyes start closing.
Feeling the younger slowly relax as he falls asleep, George presses his nose in soft blond hair and closes his own eyes as a wave of exhaustion hits him.
He’s nearly asleep when Dream quietly speaks up.
“I kept my promise.”
There’s a beat of silence as George runs the words through his tired brain a few times. And then it hits him what promise Dream is referring to.
“You’re such an idiot, I hate you.”
Dream’s laugh is quiet and he lets out a cute little squeak on every inhale, and George finds himself smiling fondly at his lover.
And the next day, when George walks into breakfast with a slight limp, he makes the excuse that he slipped getting out of the bathtub the night before and no one questions it.