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the sound of dream’s door opening and closing is audible.
“george what? i’m busy,” clay huffs loudly as he spins in his chair over to look at the door.
“jus’ wanted to talk to you..” george looks up at him with a gentle expression, “what’re you doing?” he asks, very much so knowing what clay is doing.
“playing games.” clay murmurs as he spins his chair back around to face his desk.
“oh. uh, your parents and charlotte just left. i think they said they’re going shopping, i dunno’ wasn’t really listening.” he chats about. “okay so, i was playing with patches and charlotte, patches was up on the counter in the kitchen knocking stuff over,” though he pauses, clay isn’t even paying attention.
“clay?” he taps him.
“clay… stop it, why aren’t you listening?” no response.
“clay,” he whines loudly, again, no response. “i’m annoying you aren’t i..”
“yup, i’m trying to play and talk to my friends, and here you go being needy.” immediately, the words hit george like a supposed never-ending fall. his eyes begin watering.
“sorry… m’ sorry..” he sniffles, backing himself onto clay’s bed as soft sobs begin wracking through his pale and petite body.
“all you ever do is; look pretty, cry, talk and talk some more. are there any other things you can do?”
“y-yes there is!” he sniffles, hiding his face in his sweater paws.
“yeah? let me guess, sucking dick and being loud?” clay smirks, his keyboard clacking away as he continues to play. “y’know what, come here and suck my dick, bitch.” he spits out, not even bothering to mute himself.
george whimpers loudly and moves himself off the bed slowly, soon situating himself underneath clay’s desk and inbetween his clothed tanned thighs. george lets his small ivory hands roam on the soft material of clay’s sweatpants, his bulge being very evident.
“do what i said george, suck my dick.” clay peers down underneath the desk.
george’s hands shake as he pulls clay’s sweatpants and boxers down in one slow but swift motion. he grips the base of the tan member, kissing it slow and longingly. taking a long drag of his tongue against the tan flesh.
“see there you go..” clay sighs in relief.
though george slowly laps at his tip, soon deepthroating him. picking up his pace often. soon gagging on his dick loudly. clay takes purchase of mocha hair, forcing him down on his cock.
“such a dirty whore… always on your knees for me, always on your knees for daddy,” clay grunts, holding george’s head down for a few seconds. pulling him off, only to be met with a pretty mess. george is panting heavily, his nose running and pretty grey tracks running down his pretty face.
“please, please daddy,” he whimpers through his hiccups, as he begins jerking clay off. “cum...please cum..”
“you want daddy’s cum?” clay smirks as he looks down at george.
george is nodding frantically, his small frail hands struggling to move faster on clay’s cock. finally, clay’s cock begins twitching, milky white shoots out and all over george’s face.
“mhm, good boy. maybe i should take a picture of you, send it to all of my friends.” he tilts his head to the side, “record you too, show everybody your tight cunt. they’ll see you getting dumbed down yeah?” clay reaches for something on his desk, presumably his phone. “daddy always turns you into a dumb slut.” snapping a quick picture of the bi-eyed whore that’s on his knees.
“daddy, wan’ it in my mouth,” he whines longingly.
clay takes his hand and smears his cum down george’s face, and into his cerise mouth. “you happy?”
george nods with clay’s thick fingers in his mouth, sucking happily. pulling off to speak, “daddy, i want your cock please … need it in my pussy..” george whimpers loudly from underneath the desk, resting his head on clay’s bare thigh.
clay smirks, turning off his computer. pulling his boxers up. pushing back and standing up, picking up george and tossing him onto the bed. clay leans down and begins kissing all over george’s neck, occasionally biting down, leaving a hickey or two.
“daddy, please i need you!”
clay pays him no mind, kissing down his collar bone as he slowly pulls his shorts down, that are incredibly short. clay smirks to himself as he tosses them to the floor, slipping his hand into george’s panties, toying with his pretty clit as he continues kissing down his neck.
a lush moan falls from george’s sticky tongue, “clay— don’ play with m-me,” he whines. clay scoffs and rubs his clit harshly, his ring and middle finger occasionally dipping down to his cervix. thrusting his fingers in quickly, ripping a moan out of george.
“you like that?” clay coos as he lifts his head up to stare down at george as he works his fingers in and out of his boyfriend.
“y-yes! s’much! panties off please,” he moans lustily as he attempts to close his legs around clay’s hand. but he’s stopped quickly.
“keep your legs open princess, you want me to be all up in your pussy right?” clay tilts his head with a questioning stare as he pulls his fingers out so he’s able to pull down his panties. he pushes his fingers in yet again, at an incredible pace.
george begins bucking his ivory hips up only to be met with a large tanned hand on his hip. “m’ sorry daddy, yes… yes i do wan’ you in m-me,” he looks up at clay with watering eyes, along with the dried gray tracks that line his face. he moans loudly as he clenches down on clay’s fingers.
clay thumbs at george’s clit, spitting on it to provide even more pleasure as he thrusts his fingers in. “cmon, cum for daddy.” clay smirks lustfully as he looks down at george, him leaking all onto the sheets and making a mess.
“ D-DADDY !” george moans loudly as he arches his back into a pretty ‘C’ whilst he cums all over clay’s hand and bedspread.
“good boy..” clay praises as he drags his fingers out slowly, leaning his head down to kiss in george’s stomach. he wipes his wet hand on his duvet as he gets up to take off his boxers, pulling them down swiftly.
“wha… what’re you doing daddy?” george whimpers as he looks up at clay.
clay chooses not to speak, throwing his shirt off. clay pulls george down to the edge of his bed by his thighs, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his pretty clit, eliciting a soft whimper from george.
“please…”
clay smirks to himself as he pulls down his grey boxers letting them fall down to the ground. he grips the base of his cock, rubbing the tanned flesh onto ivory and cerise. he guides his member down to george’s small hole, forcing himself in.
“not gonna fit,” george whines as clay pushes in. he gasps, “i can’t! clay too m-much!” his thighs shaking with vigor as he lifts himself up slightly, looking at clay with a doe eyed stare.
clay scoffs, “i’m barely inside of you.” he continues pushing himself into his shaking bottom. “gonna make it fit,” he smirks as he snaps his hips roughly, forcing himself all the way into george, a long and lush moan emits from the smaller.
“clay! please s’ much cock-“ he moans as he attempts to roll onto his side only to be met with a harsh grasp.
“yeah?” clay feigns concern, “well, i don’t fucking care ,” he smirks as he begins pounding into george, stretching his tight hole out.
clay continues thrusting into george at his brutal pace. the sound of skin on skin… addicting. george’s helpless whines, whimpers, moans and sniffles, going straight to clay’s dick.
“please— righ’ there daddy! fuck!!” george screams, arching his back in pure bliss.
with a particularly deep thrust, clay broke him. george’s pleas now incoherent, spewing out absolute nonsense. clay stares down at him with raw infatuation, though he pulls out only to be met with a distraught sob.
“ ‘n me, wha’ happen..” george slurs out, reaching down for clay’s member due to no longer being stimulated.
clay swats the pale hand away, “you’ll see princess,” clay chuckles deeply as he gets up, picking george up with ease. walking over to his desk, and george… he realizes .
“daddy… stop, don’ wanna cock warm you!”
oh that’s cute. “ you wouldn’t have a say anyway.” clay smirks, forcing george back down onto his cock with a loud moan, “ride me.”
george stares at clay dauntingly, sniffling softly. “no,” he sniffles, wrapping his arms around the back of clay’s neck.
“d’you not wanna cum?” clay grumbles as his keyboard clacks around.
george shakes his head, “i—i do!”
clay sighs, leaning back as he retracts his hands from his keyboard and gripping george’s hips, pulling him down harshly, continuing this until george gets the message. grunting softly, “ride me, you’re not in charge here,” clay smirks, kissing up his pale neck, “keep acting out and you’re gonna be fucked full of my pups.” clay whispers thickly, knocking a loud moan out of george.
george whimpers and begins bouncing on the thick warm member feverishly, like it’s the only thing he can seem to remember. he clenches down, “clay w-wait,” he whines, gripping clay’s forearm.
clay scoffs, thrusting up into george at his own pace. he grabs his waist, moving george in a timely manner as he meets his thrusts.
“ m’ gonna cum ,” the sob is fragile, delicate.
“don’t cry baby, i’m all in you princess. gonna cum in your lil’ belly,” clay murmurs into ivory.
their pace speeds up vastly, george clenching down on clay tightly. the sound of skin on skin meeting. the smell of sandalwood intertwining with strawberry and vanilla. the feeling of clay bulging through george’s lower abdomen..
“daddy, righ’… righ’ there. m’ cummin ’!” george whimpers through his breathy moans as he toys with his clit, milky white spilling down clay’s dick, soon meeting in between ivory thighs and copper.
“good boy, that’s my pretty princess. i’m gonna cum nice and deep in your cunt, okay?” clay groans loudly, being shoved off and into his steady orgasm.
“fuck,” the pair say in unison.
…
a few weeks later
babe 💍🤍
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what did i say george, it was a promise afterall ..
fin!