Warnings:
exhibitionism
light bdsm
choking
sexual experamentation
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George rubbed his legs through the soft cotton sheets as he slept peacefully. He probably had bed-head from sleeping on his side for so long, but he had no intention of moving, as he was completely out, snoring away.
Dream, on the other hand, half awake and coming to, squeezed his arms around his boyfriend. His nose was buried in the nape of George's neck, chest pressed to his back, and crotch pressed against George's ass.
They were so peaceful that Dream almost forgot about the plug he'd left in George last night.
Dream loosened one of his arms from around the smaller boy and rubbed it up and down the outside of his thigh, rolling his hips at the thought of the little purple plug tight in George's ass. Dream let his thoughts wander, parting his lips and sighing a hot breath of air right below George's hairline. He rolled his hips again and let a loose hand slide up to George's ass, gripping his skin through the fabric of his boxers.
George stirred.
Dream, palm placed flat on the small of George's back, slid his hand down the outside of his boxers, running a finger in between George's ass and over the surface part of the buttplug through the fabric.
George mumbled something inaudible but pressed his ass against Dream, almost as if he liked it.
"Feel good?" Dream whispered, his words traveling softly to lay peacefully in George's mind.
Something soft, a noise no less than a whimper, escaped through George's lips, signaling to Dream that he could, in fact, feel Dream's delicate touch.
"Aww-" Dream began but started to chuckle softly, melting into himself as George buried his face into his pillow. Dream couldn't help it; he got puppy dog eyes just looking at the boy.
Dream pulled his hand away, circling the surface of George's ass again before pulling George backward, tighter into his chest. Then, he slipped his hand down again to rub over the plug a few times before letting his arm go lax and pause on the small of George's back, tight, in between their bodies. The warmth flowed off of both of them, sleepy scents mixing and the morning air hovering in languid unanimity.
Dream blushed at the simple thought that this was really happening; Goegre really was his. He sighed again and pressed his nose lower to George's bare shoulders. He took another quiet breath, basking in the sunlight that streamed through the flowy white curtains on the other end of their bedroom. Particles of semi-translucent specks seemed to float in the air, glowing in the golden rays that illuminated the space with which they laid.
Dream brought his hand back down to rub the plug rougher through the fabric, and George let out a full-fledged moan.
Well, he was sure awake now.
George turned around with a smile; his eyes shut like he was still pretending to be asleep.
"Did I wake you?" Dream obviously did, but it was too tempting of a conversation starter.
"Touch me again..." George's voice was breathy, as he opened his eyes seductively and then turned his head back to lay on the pillow and to look away from Dream.
George's body seemed to stretch out as Dream ran his hand from the lower of George's stomach, up across his torso, to his chest, and then up more to wrap around George's neck.
George clenched on the plug, letting his eyes flutter.
He tilted his head back on the pillow, trying to look at Dream behind him, still lying on his side.
