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"Come on Dream, relax a bit!"" Sapnap said almost pissed, "It's gonna be fun, I promise." He continued, making the friend sit down on the polished grey chair, in the center of the private room.
Inchoerent noises, people shouting and laughing out loud all around, sounds muffled by the music echoing through concrete walls. Suffused red lights all around him, warming the atmosphere.
Looking around tense, while scanning the place, by the litlle he could see by the open door facing him. There were bodies grinding against each others, all covered in sweat and oil of the most suffocating flowery fragrances.
Feeling dizzy by the heavy atmosphere.
All of a sudden, his eyes were covered. Pitch black. A bandage tied with a strong knot behind his head.
Tensing when the other man pins him on the chair, with leather straps on his wrist, keeping his arms trapped on polished armrests, motionless.
"Ok, so," He started, picking up his drink from where he left it before, "the rules are simple: you just have to keep your hands on the armrests." He stated, going around Dream in circles, the latter man mentally following his voice.
"Oh right," He adds after taking a sip of his drink, "and of course you can't take off the bandage."
Not that he could do otherwise.
The blond was trying to focus on every single insignificant sound coming from around him, now that he couldn't see anything.
"Sap, can I ask why the fuck have you tied me to a chair and blindfolded me?" The blond asked.
"Oh my god man, chill!" The other continues, "It's a surprise!" another sip, "Don't ruin the mood man!" He finished, sounding impatient for some reason.
"You're a dickhead," the blond said "I dunno what to expect from you." Trying to visualize the worst case scenarios, "It could be everything."
"Oh! My dreamie dwemie is acting like a little pussy." Sapnap said, mocking the friend. "Come on, you're turning 21 tonight!"
Something wrong with the whole situation. Sapnap impatience was totally unnecessary, but he, for some reason, was impatient and he couldn't figure out why.
"So, are you ready?" Sapnap said before getting yet another sip of his drink.
The blond sighs, giving up, still not hundred percent convinced though.
"Ok, you can come in beauty!" Sapnap said, raising his voice.
George comes out from behind the door, entering the room, in his black latex shorts and blue crop top. Shorts pointing out the soft curves of his lower body.
Sapnap is watching him with a hand on his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh at the sight of his clothings.
George trying to get in character - despite the friend isn't helping at all with his behavior - because 'this has to be realistic as fuck' as Sapnap told George before.
Gaze direct in Dream's direction, totally unaware of what was about to happen.
The blond's attention going directly to the door, some steps coming towards him, sounding louder and louder by second. Light and repetitive.
An overwhelming scent coming with the gust of wind, not a flowery and nauseating one, but a sensual and warm one.
Head began to feel dizzy.
Even the lights and shadows he can barely see in that black view, start to blurry.
"Sap, I'm not feeling well." Almost sweating. "I've gotta go to the bathroom."
"Oh, no worries," the other reassures him, "It's just the drink I gave you before." Heart skipping a beat.
"What the hell Sap!" He's mad now.
"Ok dude, I know, but it's nothing serious." Hand waving while coming toward the friend. "It's just a strong drink," He continued "it's not like I put any drug in it or some shit like that, you can relax!" Mocking tone.
Immediately relaxing at the words.
Sapnap touches the blonde's shoulders with both hands, the blond feeling the other boy staring at him. "I'm not some kinda weirdo that would do such a thing," grip on shoulders tightening. "I just thought a strong drink would make things more... enjoyable."
The blond was pointing his head in the friend direction. Can't really see him per se, but the disgusting smell of alcohol in his breath is strong. "Dude you're drinking too much."
"Nahh, I can hndle it." Sapnap said, but voice sounding the exact opposite.
"Dream tr'st meeee. This brunet here 's so hooot!" He said, trying to convince the friend.
The blond almost forgot the feminine presence standing right beside him.
"I guess it's ok then..." Still doubtful, "but only if you promise me this isn't gonna get worse."
Sapnap loosens his grip and pats on the friend's back saying "No, it won't. Pinkie promise t's not gettin' worse."
Then he hears the friend going where he was initially standing. "Let's start then!"
Suddenly Dream's face was touched by a hand. Touch feeling delicate on his cheek.
Hand soft and gentle, with long finger slowly exploring his face. Sensation pleased even more by the short blunt nails.
George was now caressing Dream's sharp jaw. Golden beard's contaminating the silky touch with its stingness.
Fingers going down, positioning right under Dream's chin, forcing his head to raise.
Dream gulped loudly at the tease and he bets hear Sapnap giggling.
Was he really that funny to watch?
He surely never did such a thing before, but he also didn't think his unexperience could betray him so much.
Still thinking a reason why, when he feels a grip tightening gentle around his neck, index still under his chin.
Veins getting pressed, heart beating in his troath, feeling goosebumps raising from the warm heat of the brunet's palm.
Mouth stuck open in a soundless gasp, unexpectedly a red shock hits him trough his spine.
Why was his body reacting like this to the mere touch of his neck?
Maybe it was just that stupid drink.
Feeling his own heart beating under the brunet palm, blood stars flowing upward to his head, breathing starts to be hard.
Press slightly losen on his neck, the other hand experiencely trailing oh so slowly under his white blouse, over his abs and chest, making the man tense.
Red starts coaling in his lower stomach region.
The blond's face inexpressive, really trying to suppress every reaction in order not to look dumb.
The brunet let out a light giggle as well, voice sounding unexpectedly a little too deep.
Or maybe it was just her giggle.
"Yooo Dream how's it feels?" He heard Sapnap saying, voice slightly muffled by the loud music.
Nothing in response.
George goes around Dream, stopping behind him, a hand interlocking in golden locks, gently massaging his nape while nervously gesticulating with the other hand, silently asking Sapnap directives, not knowing what to do anymore.
"T's gettin' borin' here!" Sapnap suddenly cut the awkward silence off, "Beauty, come on spice things up!" Arm in which he was holding the drink raising.
George comes back in front of Dream, to abruptly trailing pale hands down the friend's groin.
The blond chokes a sound to the unexpected move.
Situation getting more serious when a thin leg spread girthy ones, knee positioning right between them, a palm wide open on his chest.
The blond's lips going slack as a knee pushes further in, slithing forward until his crotch.
"OH MY GAWD DUDE! THAT'S SIC-" Sapnap suddenly cuts himself off, then a loud thud of glass broke in hunder little pieces and heavy hasty steps exiting the room.
"Sap?" Dream shouted preoccupied. "Is everything alright?" Question remaining unanswered.
Sapnap had to hastily leave the room, direct toward the bathroom, in the throes of puking.
Dream told him to stop drinking, but he decided to act cocky. So here they are.
Sapnap was gone.
George freezes for a second, then he removes his knee from were he was pressing in Dream's crotch, the latter man feeling the lack of warm.
"Wait!" He sputtered out, agitating himself, trying to move his hands, uselessly. "What is happening?"
Then a "Oh god...", a murmur, almost inaudible, but close enough to his face to be heard.
Voice sounding way too familiar.
And then realization hit as a truck.
oh-
Everything stills.
Holy fucking shit!
Abruptly a thin hand is placed firm on his right shoulder.
Shock still vivid in him, dots now connecting: the voice a little to masculine for a girl, the short nails, Sapnap impatience, the constant giggles...
Feeling unreal. It couldn't really be what he's thinking right?
Coming back to reality when the brunet positions himself on top of his lap, facing him.
Now Dream should stop him.
He really should say him he figured out the little prank him and Sap staged, say him to get up, say him to untie him, and go home, forgetting about it, as nothing ever happened.
But suddenly a red wave of lust hit him, making him fuzz.
Mind starting floating in the heavy atmosphere, while swallowing around nothing, thick red syrup down in throat.
Something forbidden - that should have probably stay that way - shows up in his mind, making him feel greedy.
Everything feeling so wrong, but at the same time so curious to worth explore.
He didn't want to ruin his friends staging at the end.
Maybe it was morally wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He now wanted to see how far they could go before one of them called stop.
Ironic how his own cock stirs under strict black pants, growing because it shouldn't supposed to do so.
but the show must go right?
Finding now an excuse to act bratty with the friend, he decides to play pretend.
"So hot," breaths getting close to each other, getting hotter and hotter.
The brunet shyly rolled his hips once, just for a split second, to better position his ass on his lap.
"Oh god-" An heavy breath. "Your ass-" Voice dropping an octave.
Cringing at his own words because he knows he just sounded like one of those horny virgin teen.
But he's touch starved right now, and being with a guy - which is also his best friend - is something he never experienced. Something very arousal at the moment.
George let out an heavy breath at the praise and pink starts coaling down his groin.
Ages of repressed sexual desires toward his best friend were now flowing out of him, impotent over them.
He gently starts rolling his hips down on the blond's lap, biting his bottom lip to suppress any sounds. Latex shorts raising a little on his thighs.
Agonizingly slow peace making the blonde's head throw back in frustration, exposing tan stretched tendons.
"Fu-" betraying himself by almost unnoticeably trust his hips up to meet the brunet's movements. He was supposed just to play pretend, but maybe he was starting to enjoy this a little too much.
The brunet boy starts rolling his hips down in response, hitting his rim with the bulge growing stiff in the other's jeans.
Inhales becoming increasingly labored, matching each other.
"Mhm-" A whimper from the brunet when he starts palming himself, trying to relieve the painful hardness poking against strict latex.
He really should stop before he can't control himself anymore, but the overwhelming red aura between them is too though to handle.
Too inviting to be stopped.
Needy, he increases his hips movements, making the bigger man's hands clench, tied tight around leather straps.
"Mhg-" A muffled groan directly on the brunet's ear, make him digging nails in the friend's shoulder.
And the blond finds himself loving the pain of crimson marks the other was leaving on him. He wants to rip those fucking straps on his wrists and touch every inch of the man on top of him. Eyes burning in desperation.
Not even caring anymore for how he ended up doing this, with his friend.
"Wanna touch you so bad."
George was admiring the blond's fucked out expression and suddenly desire hit.
He wanted more.
He wanted to make him feel good because of him.
Because of his touch.
Having all the control over the other man was turning him on, and when he finally realized he was in power to do anything, without the blond being able to stop him, a pink shudder hit down his spine.
Slowly reaching forward his face, hips still grinding, leaving sloppy kisses on a heating neck, testing the ground.
"Oh shi-" The blond said between gritted teeth.
George knew the neck was a weak point for the blond.
The friend always told him how it is a big turn on when he's with girls, how it makes his vision blurry when their pretty lips are languidly trailing on his neck, and the brunet always imagined how he would react if there were him around his neck, licking it, giving it drooling kisses, leaving purple-ish lustful marks on it.
Without even realizing it, he was doing it. Lips attached to tan skin, tasting his perfume, languidly sucking, making blood flow to the surface of the sunkissed skin. A hand gently pulling blond wavy hair.
"Jesus fuck-" The blond was visibly agitating himself. His whole body tense, nails digging into his own palm. Mentally begging the brunet to stop, because he was really enjoying it and he didn't wanted to stop him.
Mischievous thoughts winning again over moral.
"Yes- please." A beg to the skimpy man on top of him, and George immediately felt pleased. He made Dream beg with just his mouth on his neck.
Breaking away from his neck, sticking foreheads together in sinful sweat, noses bumping, breathing in each other faces.
Mouth so close, but never touching, like they didn't want to cross that boundary, sounding stupid.
Dream trying to convince himself he wasn't doing anything bad, just a little teasing game.
They weren't doing anything bad.
They weren't even kissing.
Dream just wanted to see how far this could go.
Nothing more. Just pure curiosity.
Lips trembling. Both wanting to feel warm on each other's mouths.
Dream flicked out his tounge to wet his lips, making them shiny. An inviting temptation George couldn't afford fall in.
So the boy returns to focus on their hips movements instead. Feeling the other's clothed lenght rubbing against his ass. His own cock painfully screaming to get touched by the blond's hand.
He was turned on to the point of hurt by Dream, by his best friend.
Reaching back to the tan neck, leaving a single sinful tounge lick down his ear, nails leaving carmine indents in the blond's back.
George's touches were something borderline erotic and Dream was loosing it.
He walked across the line of the 'not coming back', and he definitely should stop himself at this point.
But he wants more.
Dream pushes closer, lips never meeting, but hips still grinding hard against each other, "Please..." he begged. Boner, painfully laying alfway up to his abdomen.
Then George slithes down a thin hand to the blond's jeans' button, opening it, getting in his waistline with two finger, pushing it down, the other hand still trailing in soft locks.
The blond immediately felt relieved in his lower region, cock free to grow big without feeling caged. "Oh god- yes." A huff.
George stopped himself in his sinful neck markings to look at the blond's bulge in black boxers. He somehow expected he was big, perfectly proportionate to his tough body. Dream is a big guy in general.
Mind starting to wander on how it would feel to have it inside of him, a hand suddenly brought to his mouth, really trying to avoid moans fall directly in the other man's ear.
"Don't cover your mouth," The blond said with short breaths. "w-wanna hear those pretty sounds."
Pink going up to George's face, strongly blushing.
So he let out a whimper, happy he finally got something, but desperately wanting to cry because he wasn't allowed to let the other man touch him. And he wanted it oh so desperately.
Another finger dipping down on the blond's boxers, trailing over his pubic bone, then running over his tip. A throaty grunt in response. "Fu- You're being so good for me."
Good for Dream.
Brown eyes rolling up in his skull, pleased by the words.
The brunet continued to explore, smearing precum on his shaft with one finger. A slack thread of transparent liquid sticking to his finger.
Harsly desire to taste it showing up in his head.
And suddenly soft lips were connected to other, a new heat on their entrance.
Lips dancing against each other, hungry to taste every centimeter of the other.
They were really kissing each other - and they were bestfriends.
A kiss sounding more intimate than a whole sexual act. Stupid.
Slim fingers rapidly tangling blond locks, because the bigger man tried to break lips apart. Mouths speading up, licking with more force, drooling lewd sounds coming from each other.
Drifting apart for a split second, just for the brunet to look at a freckled face - like he's realizing just now who he's kissing so hardently - before diving at each other faces again.
"Yes?" A taunt.
Strong need to say a yes in response, to let know the blond he was enjoying it, but he couldn't.
So he just whimpers back a high pitched "Mph!"
Brunet's fingers placing firmly around the blond's base, slowly start going up and down at a steady pace.
Blond biting on the brunet's bottom lips at the pleasure. Embarrassingly moaning in the other's mouth.
"Oh god-"
Dream bucked his hips up into the other's hand tight around his lenght, fucking himself into it, making sticky sounds.
"' 'F- if only I could touch you right now, " The blonde said - not knowing anymore if he was acting or not- "such a pretty girl for me." He finished with a shit-eating grin.
"Mhm" the boy squirms on him, pulse swirling pink around his ears. A single leg tremble at the name.
The brunet reached for the blond's shoulder to harshly dip canines on tan flesh.
"Oh my fuc-" Said the bigger man, hardly swallowing. Adam's apple bobbing.
"Faster." He states impatient.
And so he did. Hand starts moving faster and faster, squeezing, really pushing the blonde at his limit.
"Yes y-shit, keep g'ing" keeping fucking himself into the other's hand with frantic passionate movements. "Please don't stop-"
It felt good knowing he could make someone feel this good, making them beg to receive more.
Blunt nails desperately scratching his back, almost making it bleed, hands urgent to have something to keep busy with.
Clouds of pleasure fogging the brunet's vision.
Brown eyes examinating the blond fucked-out face: furrowed dirty blond brows, bottom lip's flesh agonizingly trapped between ivory teeth.
Cock starts violently pulsing under his hand, feeling it become even more prominent.
Warm fuzz flush over tip of his ears, making them shiver.
Running a confident palm over Dream's flushed tip, then coming back jerking his full lenght, coming back again in the slowest pace possible, to come back again speedily.
"You like the, holy sh- power don't ya?" Voice deep, perfectly in character.
Whimpers escaping, mouth agape listening to the tempting words.
"I know, I know, go on pretty."
Trying to edge him, the brunet stops his hand movements and places a soft thumb on the blonde's shaft, keeping it still, pressing hard.
"No!" Almost a beg, and the boy could clearly see the suffer in his face.
Blond's body squirming, begging to release.
With hands gripping strongly on grey armrests, the brunet tries to sits up from Dream's lap, legs weak, trembling, barely able to keep him standing.
Keeping still to the blond's thighs, to not tagger, he curls up down his own knees, lewdly spreading girthy legs, positioning between them, face really close to the blond's blood-filled length.
He wasn't supposed to take this little prank this far, he should have stopped way before this.
But Dream hadn't call stop yet.
Broken breaths falling out, studying the length a few centimeters away from his swollen lips.
His own cock twitching at the though of what was about to happen.
Wetting cherry lips and sucking the inside of his cheeks to gather drool, making the lewdest sounds.
Watching as the blonde's cock twitched in attention, waiting to be taken between warm viscious walls.
Making sure to not swallow any drop of drool in his mouth, he grips the prominent base, looking up, seeing a tan chest going up and down in a way too strict blouse, buttons very precocious to rip off from white fabric.
Lips attached to the tip, stilling for a few seconds, gazing again at the the other, making sure he also wanted this.
Then parting lips ang going all the way down in one stroke after having received no signals of reluctance.
"Holy sh-" violent metallic clanks as Dream clenched his palms, every muscle of his body arousingly tensing, torso slightly folded foward.
"Fuck fuck fuck-" Sever breaths coming out almost as huffs.
Brunet's mind going numb hearing the man under him unravel.
Threads of saliva drooling down on his thin fingers while vigorously bobbing his head up and down, hitting uvula at every trust.
Sure tomorrow he will have to deal with a sore throat.
"Bet your pretty face's so f'ckd up right now mhp-" The blond sputtered out in a single studdering breath.
Imagining his cock lewdly entering and exiting.
"wanna see your pretty mouth so bad-"
Wanting to desperately dip hands on brunet hair, shoving him deep down harshly, making him choking, emitting those beautiful sloppy sounds.
Never breaking away, he went up licking the slit, tasting salt melting on his tongue, to come back then all the way down, jaw hurting at the motion.
Blond's cock twitching in favor as the boy under him violently sucked his ckeeks, wrapping his mouth tighter to the girthy length.
"I'm not g'nna last long i-if you continue doing such a mess-"
Brunet hand shakingly trailing on the blond's hand, gripping tight as he continues his lascivious mouth movements.
The other holding tight on the small hand, knuckles becoming white.
Not desperatly, but soflty, needing to feel him close, content himself with the bare touch he's able to receive now.
Soft pink aura between the two, as heavy full breaths are being shared.
The action surpringly making him cocious of who is the person deepthroating him right now.
"Holy sh- imma cum- " jaw clenching in a warning.
Melting as this is the best gift he can receive at the moment, the brunet squeezes thighs together, feeling gooey down his crotch, his own pleasure right on the corner.
Finally breaking away, just to quikly replace his mouth with his hand.
Eyes sliding shut as he keeps increasing his speed, edging the suffering blond.
"Imma cum Geo-" heart skipping a beat for almost said the friend name "gorgeous, imma-"
And white is spurred out with a moan.
Not a grunt, a full moan. The first he ever heard coming from Dream.
Toes curling, content. He made Dream moan.
And his legs were suddenly dripping with white.
Hand still holding tight together, almost hurting.
Movements of the other hand slowering down. A few decisive and strong stokes as they come down from their orgasms.
Red tempting aura slowly starts to fade.
"You did so good for me."
Breaths speed slowly coming back to normal
"Mh."
Brunet's chin peacefully resting on top the other's knee, ipnotized by the blond's head, tilt backwards with a devastate expression.
Room filled with just their breaths, and muffled music in the background.
Waiting a few second, silently until Dream speaks again.
"You never disappoint me after all."
George freezes for a second.
Wait-
What?