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It'd been another hectic day as George rushes down the halls. Dream had done it again, taunting him with that stupid grin of his as they discussed wedding plans with Dream's father and a stupid priest. He'd had so many eyes on him, he couldn't even fire back, it made his blood boil. They didn't even ask for his input, he was just an object, something to sit there and look pretty. It pissed him off, it made his veins light on fire and his mind spun ideas of revenge. 

As he walks down the hall, he thinks of the one man who could help alleviate some of his anguish over the thought of being married to such a pathetic cuck like Dream. The thought alone makes his skin crawl, his steps heavier, and a foul taste erupts in the back of his mouth that he tries to ignore. He could drown it all with alcohol if he wanted, but no, today was going to be a special day, today he was going to leave a message to his dear husband-to-be: Don't fuck with me, I'll choose who I fuck, thank you. George nods once to himself, morphing his sour expression to one of a kind smile as that certain demon in mind comes into view. 

He was clearly working, dressed in that delicious heavy armor that George wanted to peel off of him plate by plate. His shoulders look broader in the armor and it framed him well, shame he was gonna have to toss it in order to get to the delicious candy on the inside. He saunters up to Sapnap like he owned the world, a certain swagger to his steps the closer he gets, putting on the charm with a big smile as he grabs a hold of the man's arm. "Sapnap! Sapnap can you help me?" He asks, bringing a hand down to play with the ring of keys strapped to the man's waist, "There's a big spider in my room and I need someone to come kill it for me, I'm too scared, please?" He bats his lashes at the other, hoping the begging would hit a chord in the guard, and, as he suspected, it worked like a charm.

Sapnap breaks his solid gaze to glance at George, a nervous look on his face as if contemplating between doing his God-given job or to abandon it for the sweet piece of ass he loved to chase during the colder nights. "A spider..?" He questions, brow raised as he taps the end of his trident to the ground.

"Yes! A spider! A big hairy one too! It gave me such an awful look, didn't even bother to talk with me, ignored me even but still managed to spit such venom my way! Won't you help me kill it? Break its web?" George asks, pressing his chest up against Sapnap's arm while his hand dove downwards, subtly beneath the silken cape George was told to wear that he now abused, grabbing a fistful of Sapnap's ass where the metal simply didn't reach.

The grab causes Sapnap to yelp however, standing more at attention than he had been before, fumbling over his words as he grips the weapon in his hand tighter, "Of course, your highness, I can do that- I'd be delighted to help." He looks around before spotting another guard walking their way, quickly trying to dissipate the redness in his cheeks, "You there, I need to assist the prince. Take my place for a few hours, won't you?" Sapnap taps the ground again with the trident, pleased when the other guard quickly moves to take over. "As you were your highness? Where is this creature you speak of?"

"Oh, I'll show you! It's this way!" George replies as he begins to drag his man-candy away, down the halls with a skip to his step. Ideas were swirling around in his head about what he could do to this man, all the ways he could make him bend and break for George's amusement, he still had a punishment to doll out after all. He giggles at the idea, glancing up at Sapnap from time to time as they navigate through the dark halls. "It's in my room, it's this giant, hideous spider that's been nothing but a thorn in my side for days! I need you to crush it for me, Sapnap." 

Sapnap hums, acknowledging George as he glances back at the man, ears reddening as he catches each glance, not paying attention to which halls they walk. He's being led though, he soon realizes, he's being led somewhere that was not George's room as they pass the door, then another, and another. It's not until they finally arrive at one particular door that Sapnap realizes where George had taken him, to the spider's den he presumes, and dread washes over his features, "George.. This is Dream's room. I thought you said-"

"I know what I said, there's a beast in that room! It's going to be my room soon enough, isn't it? And I know I'm allowed in there, aren't I? My husband-to-be's room? Come on Sapnap, let me in..." George says with a honey-sweet voice.

Sapnap feels wary about this one, but one tug of his tail is enough to get him to listen as he grabs the key ring, picks out Dream's key and slots it into the lock of the door, turning it with apprehension, "George.. I don't know-"

"Come on you fucking slut, aren't you going to help me out? It's the least you can fucking do after breeding my ass like a bad dog, like a mangey mutt with no manners out on the street. I'm giving you a chance for redemption and a fucking door is what's giving you apprehension? Who cares that it's Dream's room. Let. Me. In.  Or shall I drag you back to my room and give you fifty lashes instead? Would you prefer that, whore?" George hisses at him between gritted teeth, tugging Sapnap down, "I command you as the current next in line to open the god damn door and get your ass on that fucking bed or else I'm raising the total to one hundred."

Sapnap's eyes widened at the thought of one hundred lashes. Twenty often left him having trouble sitting, he can hardly fathom what a hundred would do to him. We swallows thickly, nodding as he twists the handle a little faster than he meant to, opening the door at a similar speed, listening to the way it creaks as he quickly shuffles into the private space. This was wrong, Sapnap knew deep in his gut, this wasn't somewhere they were meant to play, it was out of bounds, but the look in George's eyes... it was the kind that promised such sweet pleasures if he only listens. He closes the door behind them, locking it despite knowing he wasn't the only one with the golden key to this particular room. "George.. what if Dream comes in-?"

"Let him, that fucking pathetic cuck deserves to see me ruining his best friend. Be a sweet pup and get on the bed, darling. Won't you be sweet for your master? Hmm? I'll reduce your sentence if you behave, Muttnap." 

Those words were all he needed to hear for his inhibitions to fade away, his tail twitching as he made his way over to Dream's neatly made bed, running a hand along the sheets he knew George would stop at nothing to defile. Thoughts are running through his head at what they could do to this bed, what sort of acts they'd commit just to dirty the sheets with their provocative sin. He settles on the bed, sitting down on the edge as he watches George search the room.

"I know a slut like this has toys stashed somewhere, or at least lubricant- Ah! Here we go!" George calls out with delight as he brings out a small cup of oil from Dream's nightstand, smirking to himself as he stands triumphantly. "What a sucker, who keeps their goods next to their bed like this? Doesn't he have any class? A monster.. a spider. I told you there was a big ugly spider living in here, Sapnap, and we've got to show it who's boss around here, hmm?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Sir? What a good boy! Already knowing how to address your owner!" George coos as he reaches over to pat Sapnap, setting the oil to the side as he taps at the metal plating that covers Sapnap's chest, "Now then.. let's get you unwrapped my delicate candy, I need to taste you." 

The words send shivers down Sapnap's spine as he begins to reach back behind himself and unhook the straps that kept his armor in place, undoing each buckle painstakingly slowly. He wanted to savor the feeling of eyes raking up and down his body as each piece of heavy armor slips away, tossed to the floor like little more than scrap. First his breastplate, then the heavy pauldrons that covered his shoulders, followed by unhooking the metal around his waist, each piece discarded while hands quickly attached to the new weightless muscle that had been resting underneath all day. George's hand smooths over each muscle, rubbing at them with a look of lust building in those deep hazel colored eyes. They almost looked amber under the dim firelight that surrounded him, coming from a gathering of candles along the walls. 

"Good boy..." George whispers as he presses up against Sapnap, whispering against his lips, letting the warmth of his breath ghost over the other's lower lip. Sapnap goes to lean in to connect their lips, wanting to feel that intimate touch, but before he can, there's a hand on the center of his chest pushing him back against the bed with a soft thud. George straddles him properly, leaning down to be just a mere inch or two away from his face while one of the man's hands sneak underneath his shirt. "Now this... Take it off for me." He whispers just as soft, watching as Sapnap lifts his arms obediently.

George slips the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, leaving Sapnap's skin to light up in goosebumps as his warm skin gets exposed to the cool air of the room. "George... sir..." He dares to question, tail reaching up to coil around the man's waist, sneaking the tip under the other's top as well, gently feeling. 

George is quick to shoot a hand down and capture that naughty tail, gripping it tightly, "No, mutt, you can't touch... You're still under punishment, beautiful, respect that." Sapnap's shirt finally slides off, discarded with his armor as George moves again, this time to press a knee up between the other's thighs, grinding lightly, "You're little more than my fleshlight tonight, my toy, my tool for pleasure, okay? When I ask you to jump, you will, and when I ask you to bark, what will you do?"

"W-Woof-" Sapnap responds quickly, trying to get on George's good side as he very subtly grinds up against the offered knee.

"Good boy, that's my good boy. Good boys get rewards you know." George then leans down to steal a kiss, though it's rougher than Sapnap was anticipating as George attacks his bottom lip with his teeth, biting and nipping before his tongue demandingly takes over Sapnap's, lapping at every single inch and swirling around his tongue in a near suffocating manner. It was a moment that solidified in Sapnap's brain that he was merely there for his owner's pleasure once more. The thought alone was a turn-on for him, a mere object for this gorgeous man to use, in his best friend's room, at the risk of being caught mere moments from now if he wasn't quiet enough. It makes his blood simmer with a thick and heavy lust that clouds his better judgment as he groans into the kiss, thrusting up in earnest.

"That's it, puppy, that's it, get all worked up for me. Come on, mutt, you want to get off so badly don't you? Let me tell you what I have planned, puppy, what sort of pleasures I want to have tonight. I want to make a mess of this stupid room, I want these sheets stained white with your cum, I want to milk you for everything you have, milk you dry. I want to fuck you within an inch of your mind, until you're nothing but a drooling, mindless dog for me to control how I please tonight. How's that sound, sweetheart?"

"Woof!" 

George smiles, nothing made him feel more powerful than the obedience of this man, to absolutely crumble his resolve with a few feather-light touches here, a few honey soaked words there. He wanted to reduce this man to dust, all while hoping to make him loud enough to get caught by Dream. He needed the man to see him ruining his best friend, he needed to stick it to Dream that this was all for him, everything was for George. He'd had enough of Dream's yapping for one day, going on and on and on about how the wedding would go, bragging that George would have to submit to him one day, be a good husband to him, to provide. That George's kingdom was nothing in comparison to Dream's great palace- well, it wouldn't be for long, not when George turned it into a palace of pleasure. He'd already begun going after another guard close to Dream, and soon he was hoping to get the two guards in one room, tie Dream to a chair, and make the pathetic man watch as he tore down both men, grinding them down until they were his submissive little whores. It was a power fantasy, putting the prince's right hand man and the king's guard together in one room to devour. 

He rubs Sapnap harder with his knee as he fantasized, stealing the man's breath until Sapnap was gasping and thrashing a little beneath him. "Oh, poor puppy, having a hard time controlling yourself? Don't worry, I came prepared for that this time... Every time you act up, I'm gonna strain another orgasm from you until you're shooting blanks. Your wiggling counts as one, so enjoy it while you can." George takes his time to flip Sapnap over, putting a knee into his back as he leans over for Dream's oil supply, drizzling a little on one hand while working Sapnap's pants down with the other, only relenting on his back when it was time to pull his sub up into a nice position. "Present for me, hound." He orders, spreading the slick oil until it nicely coated his hand.

"Ah- yes sir-!" Sapnap quickly shuffles further onto the bed, to where it was comfortable, sliding and kicking his pants down until they were off of him, practically writhing for George's amusement as he grips the bedspread afterwards, his hardness sprung up against his stomach as he presents his ass to George. He groans when he feels that slicked up hand touch his tip, George leaning down to get a fine look at his hardness before grasping him at the base.

"Looks like someone's eager, huh?" George questions, gently stroking Sapnap, going slow just to rile him up further, "Such a fucking mutt, always thinking with only his big dick, huh?" He strokes so slowly, up and down the length of the shaft, catching on the gills that flare out on either side that try to stop Sapnap from 'pulling out', but his hand is unrelenting. He digs his thumb just underneath the head, rubbing smooth circles into it while the rest of his fingers move intricately over the gills, rubbing in-between them just to watch Sapnap begin to twitch and moan more. "Gonna cum, puppy? Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?" 

"Haah- agn- yes- Gonna-" Sapnap tries to say, balls pulling up tightly against his body as George begins to properly stroke him, hard and fast, wringing him out into a decently powerful orgasm as he shoots several white ropes onto the bedding. He expects that hand to stop when he's done, his cock beginning to drool against George's hand, but to his horror it continues to stroke and pull at him.

"Oh Sap, you didn't think I'd stop at the first one did you?" George's hand had gone flat, holding Sapnap still with his dry hand as he grinds just the tip into his wet palm in quick circular motions. He wanted to wring every last drop out of the other after all, "I'll give you mercy is you keep barking for me, come on mutt! Bark! Bark for me!"

Sapnap's trying to escape that dastardly hand, beginning to bark wildly as he moves to grip at the bed posts, thrusting in and out of that sickly sweet grip that lights his entire body on fire. Tears were brimming in his eyes as he practically howls for George, legs kicking and tail lashing, coiling around George's hand in a silent plea to relent, which, surprisingly, he does. When Sapnap's finally let go, his body slumps down against the bed, his hooves hanging off the edge as he heaves in heavy breaths, trying to fill his lungs and stop his spasming muscles. 

George meanwhile shuffles back on the bed, grabbing a pillow, carefully lifting Sapnap's hips, shoving it underneath him. "There you go mutt, something to rut into!" He's merciful for now, giving Sapnap a short break as he dips two fingers into the oil to slick them, warming the substance against his fingers as he watches his dog breathe, watching the way the man's giant muscles twitch to a stop, the demon's whole body relaxing against the pillow. He smiles at his current work, even feeling a small spark in his heart that told him to care for his mutt, but he squashes it beneath his foot as he slides a slicked up finger between Sapnap's cheeks, pressing it firmly up against the other's rim. "Now then.. I think it's time to get to the meat of today." He states as he presses the digit in, watching Sapnap's overstimulated body flex to the intrusion with a low growling groan.

Sapnap loosens easily, submitting to George as he looks up at the headrest, grinding slightly against the rough fibers of the pillow with a groan. His whole body felt like it was on fire, a pleasant one that toed the edge between being too much and not enough at the same time. It was a fine line he loved to dance on when he got the chance, chasing George's finger while simultaneously trying to run from it, his tail moving to squeeze at George's wrist.

"That's it, baby, ease up for me, good boy. Opening up so well..." George praises, rubbing one of Sapnap's cheeks before slamming his hand against it just to feel him clench around his finger as he presses along those velvety walls in search of something nice. It doesn't take long for him to find it either, watching Sapnap's whole body jolt for an entirely different reason. He smiles to himself, careful to avoid the spot for now as he sneaks a second digit in alongside the first, scissoring the man open until he was beginning to lightly gape. His free hand meanwhile, moved to unbutton his own trousers, pushing the fabric out of the way until he could pull himself out, gently stroking himself. It felt good, watching this demon slowly begin to crumble and open just for him, on his fingers, all while dripping against one of Dream's pillows, undoubtedly smearing the mess from earlier all over the bedding. He wanted to leave evidence, wanted to fuck up the room, maybe break some things on their way out, or hell, maybe he'd leave Sapnap in the room by himself, ass dripping with cum for Dream to come find. Maybe he'd write 'George's property' on one of Sapnap's reddened globes with the semi permanent squid ink, like a tattoo to remind his mutt of who he belonged to. 

Maybe he'd call it an early wedding gift to his soon to be bitch of a husband, a clear message that read 'This is mine, deal with it.' He plunges his fingers deeper into Sapnap, much more controlling as he works them in and out at a higher speed, impatiently prodding a third, drier finger in to be slicked up by the residual oil that now coated the demon. He needed this, this was his prize today, this was his victory, his one up over Dream. When he's done, he presses incessantly into Sapnap's prostate, working it relentlessly as the other begins to howl again, rutting against the pillow provided. "Aww, is this too much for my little slut to handle? Come on, baby, spill again, this is for not staying presented for me, making me do all the work. What a pathetic toy you are, making me wring all this pleasure from you when I haven't even gotten mine yet." George chastises despite using his free hand to stroke himself, panting softly as he continues his assault on Sapnap's prostate, digging his middle finger into it while his other two skirted around it in a constant barrage of pressure. 

He doesn't stop until Sapnap's whole body goes rigid, shaking in pleasure as another orgasm tears through the man, listening to him sob out moans of George's name. He takes the moment to line himself up to the other, and in one smooth motion, tears his fingers out just to replace them with his newly slicked up cock. This was for him, Sapnap was nothing more than his cocksleeve, something to be used for his own pleasures. He reveled in the demon’s moan, his pleas, he loved the way the man was backing up against him, tail coiling around his waist and bringing him closer, deeper into him as George started to thrust harder into him. He drags against Sapnap's tight walls, enjoying the way they tense around him, praising Sapnap the entire time for listening, for being a good boy, for opening up for him and letting him use him, all of it. He's so wrapped up in his own pleasures however that he doesn't even hear when the lock begins to turn on the door, doesn't hear when the door opens, doesn't hear the footsteps that rapidly approach from behind.

He doesn't realize that someone has caught him, and there were only three keys made for this room.

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Dream watches as George walks off, clearly agitated by the meeting they'd just been in about the wedding. He was so quiet, and in a way, Dream thought it was a bit charming. He sighs as he gets up from the table after George walks out, clacking papers together that they'd just signed together, sliding them towards the old man who was verifying their upcoming marriage. Dream wanders for a while, looking for Karl, wanting an ear to listen to his woes about his bride-to-be, how to make him happy. He'd done his best to make this kingdom seem like paradise, told him about their armies, the plentiful foods, the bounties they made, the lack of enemies unlike George's home kingdom, but the older would just scoff at him and walk away. At least Karl would listen to him, he always did.

"Karl!" Dream calls out, walking up to the man with a little wave.

"Dream!" Karl calls back, rushing over with an excited grin, "How'd it go? Did he like the flower arrangements I picked out? I made sure there were plenty of blues from his home country!"

"He..." Dream wanted to tell Karl that George had hated every single choice but chose to spare him instead, shaking his head with a laugh, "He fell in love with the first bunch his eyes laid eyes on. The ones with the big blue hydrangeas. He said they reminded him of the stars he'd see at night through the lens of blue tinted glass."

"That's wonderful! I'll make sure to order more! The transport fees have been out of this world recently though... I'm really hoping this whole marriage thing will bring those prices down. How's he been to you though! Are you guys still a little frosty?"

"A little, but I could see us being on the up and up soon! I was thinking I should go visit him after he's had time to cool off from the meeting. He got uh- he was exhausted by all the paperwork and decisions today, but he's looking forward to tasting the treats from Samuel's bakery, specifically the lemon tarts." Dream sighs softly, holding his hands up to his heart, "How should I defrost him though? Get him warmed up to the idea of living here?" He turns to Karl, watching the other turn out towards the kingdom, leaning on the banisters.

"It's different, I'm sure, a culture shock even. It's not like everyone wants to live in an underground kingdom where the only light trickles in from openings in the cave roof. Maybe you just gotta talk with him, show him that he can bring some traditions down here? I think that'd really show him how much you intend to love him!" Karl smiles, looking back up to Dream with that golden look of innocence the man seemed to ooze at all times, "Think about how you treat me..." Karl takes Dream's hands in his own, resting his head against the other's chest, "He should cherish you more than I do, he's getting everything he could ever want..."

"Thanks Karl... Your words are always like sunshine to my dark night." Dream leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Karl's head before breaking away from him slowly, "I'll look into it tomorrow, for now, I think I'm gonna rest, try to get my mind working. You've been a pleasure as always, Karl..." He keeps Karl's hand in his own as he pulls away, bringing it up to his lips to further kiss as a goodbye, parting soon after. He felt invigorated, thinking of all the ways he could appeal to George. Maybe he could adorn himself in more blue hues, match wardrobes with him, he was sure he had something blue in his closet somewhere. 

He nods to himself, making his way back to his room with the goal of finding something nice to wear, something George might just fawn over, a victory in Dream's corner. He's smiling, a pep to his step, only pausing when he nears his door, the smile dropping away. He could've sworn he just heard the sound of his best friend groaning but- that's not right, why would Sapnap be anywhere near his room? He's guarding the king right now! At his father's side! His brows furrowed as he put his key into the lock, turning it slowly, it must've been his mind playing tricks- Another moan graces his ears as his hand flies to the handle, there was no way it was his mind if it happened twice. 

He gets the door open, terrified of what he'd see on the other side, feeling a pit open deep in his stomach. With every inch of the door opening, more and more is revealed; more sound, more skin, more motion. It makes him feel sick and startled as his eyes process the view of his bride-to-be mounted on top of what could only be HIS demon, fucking into him at such a rough pace, completely unaware of Dream's presence as he makes his way further into the room. What was this? Why- When- There were so many questions going through his head as the sounds of Sapnap's pleasure filter through his ears like war drums on the battlefield, filling every ounce of him with those horrifying mix of emotions. He grasps onto George then, holding him firmly by the shoulder as he leans down, possessed as he hisses into the others ear, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" 

George jumps, startled within an inch of his life as he's torn away from his multiple fantasies, heart pounding as he stills within Sapnap at first, truly knocked off kilter as those deep hazel eyes meet brilliant forests on fire within Dream's eyes. "Dream!" George shouts at first, gripping Sapnap's hips with a bruising tightness, "Dream." 

Dream's eyes rake over the situation before him, spotting the stripes of white that stain his bedsheets, the pools of sweat on his friend dripping down, his damn favorite pillow squared away under Sapnap as if it were nothing more than some rutting tool for a cat in heat. It makes his blood boil as he stares George down, "I'll ask you only one more time, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

And to his surprise, George had the audacity to start thrusting into Sapnap again, to lick his lips and stare Dream down like the man was nothing more than a worm, heated words spilling from his lips like venom, "Isn't it obvious? I'm claiming what's mine. Everything that's yours in mine, is it not? I'm simply laying claim." 

The words shock Dream, and the man grips himself so he wouldn't reach out and strike George where he kneeled, gritting his teeth as he tries to get his mind to settle. "Oh, are you? Is that what you're doing, George? Fuck, I should've known!" He laughs, leaning in again, "Then surely you wouldn't mind if I.." He places his hands on George's hips, pulling him back with such force that it knocks George over onto the bed, and for a moment, he thinks he's gonna strike his bride-to-be. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" George shouts, putting his hands up defensively, hardness still bouncing between his legs, red and angry and close to release as Dream shoves him again when he tries to get up. 

Dream doesn't even spare him a thought, merely pressing him down while helping Sapnap up, doesn't spare George a glance as he looks over his tired looking friend, eyes softening before an idea comes to mind. He works on autopilot, wanting to get one over on George now, to put the man back in his place as he presses his lips to Sapnap's, sharing a slow and rather passionate kiss before he's putting his gaze squarely on George, backing up to shut the door. "So you thought you could just.. drag my best friend into here, make a mess of my room, and not even- not even give our marriage a second thought huh? What happened to staying pure until marriage? You signed that paper today! Today!" He shouts, absolutely enraged by George, feeling the way his insides churn with all sorts of emotions.

He can pick out rage, sorrow, betrayal, lust. The last one is what surprises him, watching Sapnap look at him and then George so sleepily, only illuminated part way by the warm orange glows of the candles around them. He laughs again, simply in disbelief, no, this isn't what was supposed to happen, this fucking whore- this slut made his way into his personal chambers, ruined it, his sense of peace, his one space of safety. Fuck... he'd make George pay, he had to. He steps back over to the two, grabbing George by the neck to drag him closer, only a mere inch away from those pretty plump lips, spit stained and red, "You want to be a little whore George, fine, I'll play along then."

"What- WHAT?" George questions, hands wrapped tightly around Dream's wrists, trying to free his neck, looking at Sapnap for help but the demon looked as if he was already half asleep- Useless mutt. 

"You heard me, slut! You want to get your dick wet so badly, then fine! I'll punish you both then! You fucking traitors!" Dream pants, tossing George back down against the bed as he springs up onto it, tossing the disgusting pillow away, underneath his desk that was tucked away into the corner of the room... it reminded him of Karl, his sweet Karl, but he shelves the man's memory for now. He couldn't be distracted, not with such a betrayal in front of him, instead he focuses all his energy into untying the front of his shirt, unlacing it quickly before seizing George's wrists, "I'll make sure you never make this goddamn mistake in a place I can see ever again, you hear me?" He ties them together despite George's squirming, feeling himself harden over time. Fuck, this was so fucked, but what was he supposed to do? Let this continue on? No, no, they both needed to be taught a lesson, so he leans over and drags Sapnap up onto his knees once George was secured.

"Listen to me Sapnap," Dream states, gripping the man by the horn, his other hand in his long dark hair, tugging until Sapnap groans for him, "I want you to fuck him, I want you to fuck him so hard into the mattress that he remembers his place, that he remembers his vows." Maybe he's gone crazy, listening to the words slipping from his lips, whispered with such venom into Sapnap's ear before he moves to the man's adams apple, sucking and leaving a bruise on it, letting him go afterwards so he could start to undress a little more, far too hot in this suddenly stuffy room, "Fuck.. The things you make me do..." 

Thoughts of Karl drip into his mind again, replacing George with the other for just a moment and it serves to make him go even crazier as he reaches down to palm himself, watching Sapnap crawl his way over to George slowly, "Yeah, fuck him, fuck him hard, come on Sap."

"Dream.. Dream I'm tired, I'm spent, I can't-" Sapnap states as he tugs George's trousers down the rest of the way, admiring the other's ass- oh how he wanted to just lean down and bite that smooth ass, get his revenge for earlier, the cruel polishing of his already spent cock, but he holds back, still a bit sensitive.

"You can, I know you can, I can see the way you look at him. If you can't fuck him, then fucking finger him, Sapnap, just- make him learn!" Dream calls back, brows furrowing with a light groan as he palms himself a little harder.

"Sap- Don't you dare- You useless mutt, untie me-! I swear to god-" George calls out, wriggling his ass to try and worm away from the other, this wasn't part of the plan! He was deviating from the plan! There were two of them, they could take Dream! They could ruin him too! Tie him to a chair, make him watch-!

Sapnap dips a finger into George, recalling their time last time, the way his tail went to new depths within the other, how his blood had boiled into a deep, hot flame. He craves it again, he craves that feeling, those goosebumps that never seemed to go away, the feeling of spilling into such a beautiful man, but he glances to Dream first. The side of him that'd been bitched made him crave permission, approval as he uses his free hand to rub at George's hips, trying to coax him into treating him. George does, to some degree, groaning arrogantly with a tinge of a moan as he stares daggers into Dream, "This isn't you winning, Dream! You're so fucking- haah- You're so fucking dead!" He spits as Sapnap makes quick work of finding the spot that lights his body on fire, "Oh fuck... sap.. mutt- puppy-"

"That's it Sapnap, make him squirm, make him feel good for me, make him learn not to disrespect his future king. Stay in your fucking lane George..." Dream spits back, finally fishing himself out of his pants as he shuffles onto the bed, wanting to get in on things without breaking their vows. He couldn't have sex with George, he knew that, and George should know he can't have sex either but clearly the other didn't give a shit, well, Dream could compromise. He spits on his hand, slicking himself up as he shuffles in front of George, grabbing his jaw as he stares down at that filthy mouth, "In fact, let's wash that goddamn mouth of your out, remind you who you're dealing with, who you're marrying, hmm? I'm sick of your constant complaining, I'm sick of bending over backwards for your brat ass. Open up, slut."

George, for his credit, keeps with his brat nature, trying to turn his face away from Dream, "I'll fucking- fu- bite you- if- if- haah!" He was starting to unravel from Sapnap's expert fingers, feeling the man's tail begin to prod at his backdoor, making his shudder and melt at the feeling, panting as that stupid dick is slapped against his cheek. "I'm not sucking it!" He claims, only to groan loudly when Sapnap pushes his tail past the first bend, thrusting the tail in deep, twisting and turning it with such precision he may as well be an angel of his pleasures. 

Dream takes the moment that George groans, shoving in all the way to the hilt, keeping George's jaw open and slack, choking him on his dick with lidded eyes, "Shut the fuck up, brat, I know you won't bite me. Just accept defeat, you've lost this time, and you'll lose again when I put that wedding band on your damn finger. You don't even deserve it you fucking pig." Dream states, pulling out to finally allow George to breathe a moment, listening to him gasp, "Now, apologize, or I'll keep plunging in until you do." 

George denies, he wouldn't, he'd never submit to the other! Jokes on him, he was gonna take these pleasures and keep his mouth sealed! Though, he groans deeply again when Sapnap's tail keeps pushing in, reaching deeper than anything had before, feeling a hand wrap around his weeping length and begin to stroke him in tandem. It was turning his brain to mush, staring up at Dream, intaking his scent each time the man pushed all the way down his throat, until his nose was firmly against the other. So maybe he'd cave, so maybe he'd apologize if it meant getting his rocks off, sue him, it felt too good! Part of his mind chastises him for slipping so deep into the fog of pleasure, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his entire body begins to tense, an orgasm on the horizon, eyes clouded with thick lust.

"Fuck.. ugh.. good boy, swallowing me down like that... I'm not gonna last.." Dream states, now pistoning into George with reckless abandon, the goal of bruising the other's throat in mind so he didn't have to hear any of those ugly complaints again for a week, maybe two if he was lucky. "Fuck you, George, fuck- fuck you!" He gasps, feeling George's throat spasm around him, feeling that tongue start to wrap around his length, to suck in earnest as doey eyes stare back up at him. He's sure if the man was rolled over, he could see his length bulge out against George's neck, and the thought alone has him spilling ropes down the other's throat. He listens to George choke a little, only pulling out when he thinks it's getting dangerous for the other, listening to him pant and groan, entire body tensing and shivering as wave after wave hits George. The man was cumming into Sapnap's hand hard, a loud groan on his lips as those pretty hazel eyes slowly rolled back into his head.

Dream took it as him conceding the fight, that Dream had won the battle. He pets George, watching Sapnap drag his tail out of George, eyes wide as more and more of that tail kept sliding out until the whole thing was revealed. "How much of that did you put in him?!" He questions, incredulously, watching Sapnap's tail sway as the demon sits back with a huff.

"Three fourths..." 

"Three- Sapnap, your tail is-"

"Yeah, I know, it's three feet long. I always wanted to put it that deep into him, and I'm only allowed to on special occasions.. Shut up." Sapnap complains softly, blushing hard and panting, finally going soft. He'd come again during his plundering of George, the whiteness dripping slowly from his tip and drooling down his hip and onto the bedspread to add to the mess below, "It feels good, alright? I know he likes it too, he doesn't shut up about it, he's a depth king." 

"How long have you.." Dream shakes his head, "Never mind, I don't wanna know, I just wanna know what the fuck you were doing in my room." 

"It's.. a long story. Uh... Can we rest first..? Dude, I'm so- I'm gone.. I'm so tired." Sapnap replies as he works on freeing George, running his hands soothingly down the other's back like he would any other time he tops the man, "Wasn't like- wasn't like you wanted him anyways... I know about Karl." It's whispered, like a secret confession, and in a way, it was! Sapnap wasn't going to judge however, instead choosing to focus on cleaning everything up as he pants, his muscles begging him to rest and sleep.

"Tell me later then, and until then, you're helping me clean all this shit up. Can't believe you broke into my room to have sex with my fiancé." Dream shakes his head as he gets up, spotting the oil, "And you used my good oil! Bro, fuck you, oh you are so dead."

"Whatever man, you're just salty I bagged your man." Sapnap snorts, smiling, watching Dream cross his arms.

"..Maybe. Whatever, shut up! You're so dumb! You're stupid!" 

The two lay in silence for a minute before Sapnap spoke up.

"We're gonna have to talk about it eventually you know." 

Dream sighed, rolling over in bed, "I know. But tomorrow at least...tomorrow is another day."

"Right...by the way that pillow is covered in-"

"Shut!"