"Oh", Dream mumbled when he saw George sitting on the kitchen counter with the cookie box on his lap, "Hi"

George waved him and Dream smiled the way he always did, when he saw George doing something adorable.

"Gimme one too", he then said, walking towards George, hand already reaching out for the box.

"No", George said, quickly raising the box over his head, "My cookies."

Dream shook his head, before he reached for the box, but it was just out of reach.

He leaned forward a bit more, one hand on the counter next to George, the other reaching up high barely brushing the tin box.

George giggled and Dream smiled.

"Come on, just one", he tried to negotiate, "I edited you video, that's the least you can do"

George made a thinking face, before he leaned back holding the box even further away. "Nah, I don't think so"

Dream leaned forward too, still trying to get his hands on the cookie box.

George suddenly gasped and when Dream looked at him he noticed why, blush spreading across his cheeks.

In the dim moonlight that fell through the kitchen window, he saw George looking up at him, bodies almost touching, so close you could barely call it separate.

"Oh", Dream mumbled and George nodded. "Oh."

Slowly George put the box down, coming even closer by doing so.

"Don't you wanna step back?", he quietly asked, something that sounded like a silent plead for Dream not to step back, swinging by in his voice.

Dream shook his head. "Only if you want me to", he whispered, quickly felt Georges hands on his arms as if to make sure he wouldn't take the step back.

"I- I don't want you to"

Carefully Dream placed the palms of his hands on Georges thighs, leaned in so close George gasped softly.

"Do you like this?", Dream asked, slowly drawing circles onto Georges thighs with his thumbs.

The nightly silence was floating in the almost static air between them.

As if to give the last pull to make the string of tension snap.

"Yes", George breathed, "Yes, I like this"

Dream gently lifted one hand to place it one the back of Georges head, bringing him closer gently until there was barely any space between their lips.

And before George could ask himself if he wanted Dreams hand back in his thigh or if it felt better where it was now, Dream licked over his bottom lip so lightly he barely felt it.

His eyes fell close lips parted slightly, returning the intimate favour.

Slowly, as if to test the limits, they leaned in so close they could feel the others lips barely touching their own before one of them would pull away, over and over.

Soon it wasn't only their lips, but their tongues meeting for short, soft touches.

Hands gently caressing the spots they had been in for what felt like hours.

And then George breathlessly begged: "Kiss me so hard, that I'll see stars, please"

Dream didn't need to be told twice, devoured George like a starving man.

George felt like he would faint if it wasn't for Dream making him feel so alive.

Lips colliding, tongues meeting every other kiss, sloppy and messy and hot.

When Dream pulled away, George was panting, pulled him in for another kiss.

He was craving the way Dream tasted like his favourite candy and the pop soda he usually despised, that now threatened to become his new favourite taste.