[Dream x GeorgeNotFound]

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After a lot of convincing, Dream had finally decided to pick up live streaming once again. He was a little wary, considering that every time he did it, some sort of issue seemed to arise from it. But, his roommate/boyfriend, George, somehow managed to convinced him that it was "what the people wanted." The last thing Dream wanted was to disappoint his fans, but at the same time, he didn't want a bunch of bogus drama to be circling around the net. Then again, most accusations of any kind against him normally came without proper evidence, which his fanbase seemed to quickly deal with. While Dream didn't like his fans to defend him at most points, they could certainly be helpful in shutting down false claims.

Tapping his fingers lightly on his mouse, Dream waited for his stream to start up and go live, double checking his setup to make sure everything was in order. Luckily, it was, and people quickly filed into the chat to give their greetings to the man.

"Hello everybody," he greeted, causing the chat to go wild with responses. "Hope you all are having a wonderful day. For today, we are just going to be doing some speed running, as per usual."

With that, Dream opened his Minecraft, and got to work.

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About an hour had passed at that point, and Dream wasn't getting much luck with world seeds or defeating the game. He would occasionally make some pretty stupid moves, on which the chat would comment and clip so that he could never live it down. But, after a while, he finally found a good seed. His spawn was placed comfortably between a forest and a desert, the silhouette of a desert village being visible in the distance. Dream opted to go there first to loot it, and then go off into the forest.

In the village, there wasn't too much of use. Dream stole all of the villagers beds and their food, and along with that killed their one source of defense - the iron golems.

From there, he made his way through the desert, quickly finding a lava pool along with a pong inside the nearby forest. At this point, he was so heavily focused on the game, he didn't even notice the shadow of his boyfriend in the doorway.

George had his arms crossed, his slender frame leaned against the outside of the doorframe. His calm, deep brown irises watched Dream play the game, grimacing at his poor posture as he played. Then again, he wasn't any better.

Although George was the one who had offered the idea of streaming, Dream had completely forgot that they were due for movie night that night. It wasn't like George could just walk up to him and remind him. Or... could he?

In the time that George zoned out - which was about 30 seconds - Dream had made it to the nether. He had already begun searching for a fortress, which turned out to be not too far from the portal. Dream let out a small victory cheer, but remained as focused as possible. That was until George came over, at least.

As the brunette approached him, Dream noticed him in the corner of his eye. Green hues glanced in his direction, but his fingers continued to dance along his keyboard as his character moved closer and closer to the fortress.

Dream's gaze narrowed, and his eyes flickered to the side as if to motion for him to leave. George only shook his head, waiting for Dream to get irritated and mute himself. Luckily, it didn't take very long.

"What do you need, Georgie?"

"We were supposed to have movie night tonight."

Dream sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know, but I promised the viewers I'd stream."

"But you promised me you'd watch Harry Potter with me." George put his hands on his hips, popping the left one out in an attempt to be sassy.

Dream rolled his eyes. "Let me finish this run and then I'll end the stream."

But, George was impatient, and didn't want to wait any longer. But, he wouldn't have to wait if he just messed with Dream, now would he? If he did a good job, Dream would die, and then proceed to spend time with his boyfriend. It sounded like a foolproof plan, minus one key factor that George had forgotten to consider

Dream took speed-running way too serious.

So, as George wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, the taller male gave him a sideways glare. George only smirked, moving to sit on his lap. Dream obviously wanted to protest, but couldn't while he was on stream. It didn't take long after that for him to die to a blaze as George was peppering kisses on his collarbone.

Dream slammed his fist down on the table, which startled George, causing him to jump a little.

"I'll be right back guys." Dream growled, then muting his mic.

"What in God's name do you think you're doing, George?" Dream's voice was low, and it sent shivers down George's spine. He repositioned himself on Dream's lap, still attempting to maintain the same smirk.

"I thought if I distracted you, then you'd die and pay attention to me quicker."

"You're such a needy little brat." George giggled at the statement, but he knew it was spot on. Although he refused to show any type of affection or interest in the other on camera, off of it he was super affectionate and constantly wanted attention from his boyfriend. Normally, Dream had no issues provided the desired attention, whether it was a need for cuddles or a good fuck. But, Dream was a little annoyed with the older man right now.

"What do you want; me to bend you over the table and fuck you?"

"That's not originally what I was going for, but it's still ideal. Do you want to fuck me, Dreamie?"

"Depends. Do I have your permission?"

George hummed in approval, and that was all Dream really needed. He wasn't particularly horny, per say, but sometimes he would take out his frustration by letting it all out on George through sex.

"Bend over."

George wasn't quick to comply, pulling a thinking expression as if he didn't know if he wanted to.

"Now, you whore."

Although George was ashamed of it, the degrading words really got to him, his face flushing up and becoming a light tint of pink. It was then that he complied, bending his body over the desk, moving the keyboard and mouse of of the way. He eyed the chat on Dream's still-going stream, watching as they questioned what he was doing. Oh, if only they knew he was about to fuck someone while streaming. Even though he was muted, the thought of getting caught exhilarated him. But, his thoughts were quickly cut off by the feeling of cold air rushing to fill around his bottom half. Dream had removed his pants and boxers, eyeing up his hole with intent. He then backed away, which caused George to elicit a loud whine. For all George knew, Dream was going to leave him like that. But, the taller man only moved over to a nearby wooden table, that had 2 drawers going along the side of it. Dream slid the drawer open, pulling out a bottle of what George assumed was lube. Then, he returned, squirting some of the liquid onto his hand.

Dream's index finger traced around George's hole, and the male spread his legs a little wider for him out of sheer habit. He gasped as a cold finger pushed against his exposed hole, his back arching as he released a soft moan. Then, the finger slipped inside, proceeding to abuse the walls of his insides to stretch him out.

Over time, 1 finger went to 2, which then went to 3, his hole widening and becoming looser as the cold liquid slicked up his body and warmed inside of him.

Without warning, Dream's slender fingers pulled out, making George feel empty and leaving him wanting. He turned his head around, about to complain, but then he noticed Dream pouring a generous amount of lube over his now exposed cock. George's mouth watered at the sight, mainly because he had grown accustomed to sucking dick, but he was hungry for what was about to happen.

He felt Dream's cold shaft press up against him, and in response, he rocked his hips back.

"You ready?"

George nodded vigorously. He had been ready for the past 10-or-so minutes.

Then, a loud moan echoed throughout the room as Dream pushed himself in. George almost felt like he should try to restrain himself, even though the stream was muted. He almost thought that people could still hear him if he was too loud, so he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle and further noises.

"It's muted right now, but if you don't start letting out those slutty noises of yours, I'll unmute it. So, speak up, you filthy bitch."

As much as George liked the sound of trying to keep quiet while being fucked in front of thousands of people, he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself. So, he let out a groan, squeezing his insides around Dream's girthy shaft. He was snug inside, the head of his cock rubbing against George's prostate.

Dream let out a soft gasp as George tensed up around him, rutting his hips to try and get deeper inside. This caused George to tremble as his prostate was directly pushed against, his legs shaking as he placed his toes onto the carpeted floor. Dream started at a slow pace, sliding himself halfway out before pushing back in, aiming for where George's prostate was. They had barely even begun, and George was already losing his mind. The slow strokes against his sensitive spot sent electricity up his body, and made his own cock twitch as blood pulsed through it.

"D-Dream-," George choked out, causing the man behind him to raise his gaze from his plump ass.

"Yes, Georgie?"

"More. Please."

"You want it that bad, huh?"

"Yes! Just- give it to me."

George gasped as a hand slapped down on his right ass cheek, making him wince.

"That's not how we ask for things, now is it?"

"P-Please...? Pound me against the table with your big, thick cock. Fill me up to the brim with your seed and Mark me so I know I'm yours.."

George always hated saying shit like that, but it got Dream riled up, which meant George got what he wanted sooner.

Without warning, Dream pulled out, which at first made George open his mouth to protest. But, a scream filled his lungs as he was violently slammed into, his body being pressed down on the table as Dream proceeding to do as George asked.

Every few thrusts, Dream would push right against his prostate, and the more it happened, the more pre-cum George leaked from his throbbing tip. He had lost track of how many times Dream pushed deep inside of him once again, his mind wrapped around only the thought and desire to cum and feel even more pleasure.

Even as George gasped to signal his release, Dream was unrelenting.

"Dream- slow down, I'm gonna-" Teeth bit down on the back of his neck as a hoarse voice growled three words to him.

"Shut up, whore."

George squeaked, and ended up coming soon after, body shivering. He saw white for a moment, but that was quickly erased by the feeling of being overstimulated. He whined, squirming a little as his sensitive inside continued to be mercilessly abused by Dream's hardened cock.

"Dream- It hurts..." George said with another whine.

But Dream didn't stop. Instead, he went harder, making George scream. Luckily, it wasn't long until he felt Dream slam into him, which was followed by the feeling of a warm substance painting his insides. George's whole body was violently shaking, but he wiggled his butt against Dream, making sure there was no chance for any cum to slip out. He reveled in the feeling of being full of Dream, especially after they had just fucked. On the best days, Dream would keep him on his cock, acting as a butt plug to keep his fluids inside the other. It was warm, and almost comforting, and George let out a sigh of relief as Dream finished releasing inside.

He was in a daze for a while, but he heard Dream's soft voice speak into the mic.

"I have to end the stream, guys. Patches just got sick so I need to clean it up and probably bring her to the vet. Love you all, bye!"

And then he ended the stream. The curious part about it was that Dream didn't sound exhausted at all when he spoke, besides the fact he was lightly panting.

Once Dream was sure the stream was over, he picked George up while he was still inside. This made George wince, not wanting anymore stimulation.

"Dream... no more." He whispered as Dream carried him to the nearby bed.

"Don't worry, Georgie, I'm done." He kissed the other male on the forehead gently as he laid them both down, moving to spoon George as usual.

"Please don't ever do that again. It really hurt and was really uncomfortable." George mumbled, and Dream kissed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry baby. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Water... My throat hurts."

"Ok, I'll be right back then," Dream hummed, slipping away from George and leaving the room for a few minutes. George took this chance to slip under the covers, getting ready to take a nap. He was always super exhausted after sex, since it took a lot of his energy. Dream was the same way, so they almost always cuddled and napped afterwards. Once Dream came back, George rolled over to face him as he slipped into bed.

"Your water is on the nightstand next to you," Dream said, motioning a hand to the table past George.

"Thank you," he hummed, turning over and grabbing the cold glass. He lifted the cup to his lips softly, and then tilted it back. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed, marveling in the refreshing feeling of the cool liquid sliding down his throat. Then, he put the cup back down, rolled over, and buried into Dream's waiting chest. It was comfortable, despite the mess that lay unattended between his legs. He would deal with it later. For now, there was only one thing on his mind.

Spend time with the one he loved.

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Unedited as of: October 23rd, 2020