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Springtime.

For more than one reason, it was George’s favorite time of the year, his favorite season. With it came the blooming of flowers and other plants, an array of beautiful colors painting the gardens around their colony— it was a pity he couldn’t see all of them, but the little that he could he appreciated.

Gardening was also a welcomed activity, he wasn’t personally a type of flower fairy but helping out Karl was always fun. In his own, private garden, several mushrooms grew throughout the seasons (spring being one of them) and he made sure to take care of them, sometimes with the help of his boyfriend.

Right, that was another thing that came with spring.

No, not his boyfriend exactly. Dream wasn’t Persephone, he lived with George all year round, but what did happen with the appearance of spring was—

“Baby? Where are you?”

George rolled his eyes, Dream could be really clingy sometimes. “I’m eating, wait.”

“You know, you smell amazing , honey.”

— Dream’s rut .

George groaned, he knew this was going to happen but he hoped he could at least get a full week of work done before Dream got like this. Everyone was supposed to play their part in keeping the colony running, productive, and he had been more than happy when they accepted Dream into it (despite the fact that his boyfriend is the farthest thing from a fairy.) So of course they were aware of this...event that happened twice a year, but George felt bad anyway, selfish because he wasn’t able to contribute as much as everyone else. 

Curse mating season! Why couldn’t demons be like everyone else and fuck when they wanted to? Why did they need a specific date to try and have kids? It was so pointless!

(Dream had tried explaining it to him once, telling George that it’s not that they can’t have children outside of this period, it’s just that this is when it’s most likely for a demon to get pregnant. This is when they’re more fertile , you could say.)

“What are you eating?” Arms wrapped around him and a chin were placed on his shoulder. His boyfriend was tall enough that he could hug George like this even when the fairy was sitting on a stool.

Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if Dream asked to fuck him right then and there. “Stew,” George answered, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of Dream, continuing to eat his mushroom stew. And it would have been easy, too, if it weren’t for his boyfriend’s constant movement (rubbing his hands along George’s sides, his thighs, placing small kisses on his neck.)

“Yeah? Isn’t that basically cannibalism, hon?” Dream’s voice should not be allowed to sound like that when he was talking to George about fucking cannibalism . It was no surprise that he liked the demon’s voice, especially in the morning when it was raspy, but, god, sometimes he wished he didn’t find it so attractive. 

“No, you’re such an idiot,” the fleeting touch of Dream’s sharp teeth caused him to take a sharp breath, “I’m not eating a fairy, it’s just mushrooms.” The demon laughed close to his ear, hot air hitting George’s neck— for fuck’s sake! All he wanted was to have breakfast!

“Okay, if you say so.” George almost dropped his spoon when Dream ran his tongue over pale skin— his boyfriend’s tongue wasn’t natural, it was longer, slicker, tainted green like his horns and tail. “Well, if you’re not going to then I’d like to.” A shiver went down his spine, chapped lips pressing kisses on wet porcelain.

“Do what, idiot?” He added the insult for good measure, for a semblance of control, a semblance of...something. In all honesty, he didn’t even have it in him to be a brat right now, not when Dream’s hands on his thighs were the only thing stopping him from falling right out of the stool.

“Eat you. You’re a fairy aren’t you, sweetheart? A cute, little fairy.” Canines broke through his skin and George didn’t even bother trying to muffle it, he moaned at the feeling. Blood, a small amount, perhaps a few drops, left the wound, but Dream made sure to lick them as soon as they appeared. “God, every piece of you tastes delicious.”

The demon groaned against his neck, kissing the bite a few times before he moved to the other side of George’s neck. The food was long forgotten (a decision he knew he was going to regret later, when he was hungry and spent, no energy or time to leave the bed) as he said, “Dream, bed, now.” 

His boyfriend was quick, switching his grip on George’s thighs and carrying him bridal style to their shared room. Dream would always mention scents when he was like this when he was in rut, but George never really got what he was talking about, the closest thing to a “scent” he experienced was the smell of their room— like a beach, a coastal area, the smell of the sea. It was nice, he admitted it.

Lips were back on his skin, record-time— Dream had probably climbed on top of him while George was busy with his thoughts. “So sweet,” The demon muttered into his skin, taking the oversized t-shirt out of George’s body and tossing it over the side of the bed, his actions were filled with desperation, a wild contrast to how he was usually in bed (then again, Dream normally made love to him, he didn’t fuck George into next week.) “You’re so pretty.”

George allowed his boyfriend to use his body, pliant under a torturous mouth (even in rut Dream was a possessive asshole), small sounds spilling out of lips as the demon went lower. For every white freckle in his body, there was a mulberry bruise, sucked into his skin with so much urgency that George had lost count of how many there were.

“Dream, slow down,” he was breathless, voice closer to a whine than anything else. The demon looked at him as he kissed George’s leg, boxers thrown away, and he smirked, that devilish smirk of him, before biting porcelain skin. 

“Sorry, love,” Dream kissed over the broken skin, “you know I need you. It hurts.” And George knew that he always tried his best to relieve the pain and the uncomfortableness of Dream’s rut.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” He suggested, after all, they could get to the rest later, they still had a week ahead of them. (Besides, and he would never say this, George liked the feeling of a cock in his mouth. Given the chance, he would cockwarm Dream for hours. His boyfriend’s size was also a nice bonus.)

A whine, high and vulnerable like a puppy’s, probably involuntary, left Dream’s mouth. “Yes. Please.” George didn’t need to be told twice, not when Dream was like this. He scurried off the bed and onto the floor rapidly— and the demon watched with big eyes as he did, following the fairy’s movements.

The floor was wooden and George knew his knees would probably sting after this, but it was worth it. He undressed Dream quickly, watching his cock spring out of the cotton fabric. With how big his boyfriend was, it was no surprise his cock was large as well (though slightly unnatural, the tip being green, similar to that of his tongue.)

Golden fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him forward with urgency but enough force to give him the choice to pull away. “Please, Georgie, I need you. Need your mouth.” (And then he had the nerve to call George desperate.) He did as told, leaning forward and taking the tip into his mouth. These were the times when he thanked he didn’t have a gag reflex, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to take all of Dream— it was a slow process though, every time he moved his head back down he allowed a little more to fill his mouth.

It was obvious that his boyfriend was getting impatient, the fingers on George’s scalp tugged ever so slightly whenever the fairy would go upwards, and pushed him down afterward. George didn’t pay it any mind (at least, not for now), instead he focused on the last few inches, trying not to stop as Dream’s cock hit the back of his throat. He stayed there for a second, breathing through his nose, mouth stuffed full.

Dream growled, pulling George’s hair, and the fairy whined around his boyfriend’s cock. With that, George started moving again. When only the tip was left inside he would suck on it, hollow his cheeks around it, and his boyfriend would throw his head back— he liked hearing Dream’s moans, it was a sign that he was doing good. 

This repeated a few more times: George would take most of it out of his mouth, spend a few seconds giving attention to the head, kitten licking and sucking on it, wrapping a small hand around the rest (even if he couldn’t wrap his fingers around all of it) and then go back down. He loved the feeling of Dream’s cock so deep inside him— it didn't matter if it was his mouth or his ass, he just liked it when Dream filled him up.

Suddenly, the demon thrusted upwards, George couldn’t help but choke because of it— he hadn’t expected Dream to do that. “You sound so pretty like that,” his boyfriend said, doing it again. “Your throat is so perfect, sweetheart— Ah, so good. ” George’s eyes were blurry, unshed tears clouding the view as Dream did it again .

Spit ran down the corner of the fairy’s mouth, he could feel it, and when Dream dragged him off his cock he wiped it. George looked up at him, mind already scrambling from the sudden assault to his throat, pale cheeks tainted red (redder than before, redder than their natural color.) They were flushed, so was his nose, and he knew that Dream loved it. 

Before he had the chance to breathe properly, before his lungs could get the air they needed, Dream pushed him forward again, the tip of his cock pressed against George’s lips. They parted, taking in the intrusion and allowing Dream to move George’s head as he pleased.

“ Ah— Fuck, George ,” he moaned around his boyfriend’s cock— he knew his throat would hurt after this, that his voice would be gone, but he didn’t care. Dream was aggressive, pulling on chocolate curls with more force than necessary and thrusting erratically. George had to grab the other’s thigh, looking, desperate, for something to hold onto as his mouth was repeatedly abused. “I’m close— God, you’re so good for this.”

Some tears fell down his cheeks, brain turned into mush, perhaps from the lack of oxygen, the little time that Dream gave him to breathe. All he could think about was how good he felt, how good he was making his boyfriend feel. And then, Dream pushed him down, made him take all of it, and came down his throat.

Every time George tried to pull off, more would fill his mouth, warming up his throat as he swallowed. When he was finally able to move away, mouth still full, he looked up at his boyfriend. “Swallow it, come on,” Dream urged, pushing the fairy’s chin upwards, allowing him to see George’s neck. “Don’t waste any of it.” He watched as George swallowed and forced his lips apart with his thumb. “Jesus Christ,” the demon let go of his mouth, and let himself fall back onto the bed— he was already acting more like himself.

Warmth slipped back into the room, an air of home and tranquility. George dropped onto the bed next to Dream, a smile on both of their faces. “Are you done being annoying now?” The fairy asked, his boyfriend laughed— maybe because of how he sounded.

“Oh come on, I know you like it,” he sounded tired now, an effect of the rut— if George could he would go and grab a snack for them, some crisps or at least a bottle of water, but he knew that as soon as he got up Dream would be dragging him back to bed.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” George turned to his side, the small friction on his cock causing a small gasp to slip past red lips.

“Yeah? Then why are you still hard?” Dream copied him, laying on his side, hand holding his head up. He moved closer, “do you want me to help you?” A hand was placed on his lower back, rubbing circles into the skin (George would be lying if he said he didn’t shiver at that.)

“ Please.”

“You don’t need to beg, honey,” Dream kissed his forehead, soft and loving, “lay on your back, ‘kay? I’ll make you feel good.” He coaxed George to rest his head on their pillows, body comfortably laid in their bed, and tucked his head into the fairy’s neck. “That’s it,” the demon whispered, “can I touch you, baby?” George nodded, dizzy by the sudden shift in tone, by the sudden gentleness of it.

Dream spat into his hand and wrapped it around George’s cock, moving slowly. The fairy sobbed, content to finally have some stimulation, and his boyfriend shushed him with sweet kisses. And when George asked him to go faster, Dream did so immediately, listening to every sound that he made and praising him.

“I’m close,” George told him, and Dream smiled.

“That’s okay, let go, love, I’m here,” the demon said back, talking way too tenderly for someone in the middle of his rut. Dream swiped his thumb over the tip, whispered sweet nothing into porcelain skin, and stroked George’s cock until he came. White painted tan skin, hiding the galaxy of freckles on it, and the fairy’s own stomach. Dream kissed him behind the ear, “there you go. You did so well, George.” 

The demon wrapped his arms around him, brought the fairy close to his chest (he was careful not to touch George’s wings, like always, although George has told him several times that they aren’t fragile and wouldn’t break under Dream’s touch.) And they fell asleep like that, close together.

+++

George woke up feeling sticky. Not in the way he would when Dream came inside of him, no, but in the way that they fucked and forgot to clean afterward. Looking down, he found out the source: white clung to his thighs and stomach, left behind from before they fell asleep (and judging by the amount on his legs, he would say that some of it were from when he was asleep, Dream had probably fucked his thighs at some point during the night.)

There was a groan from behind him and then a tan arm flung over George’s waist and pulled him backward. (If Dream was awake, then the fairy would make some comment about how he was gross for touching George when he was covered in cum.) Slowly, he turned his head, finding half-lidded eyes looking back at him.

“Mornin’,” his boyfriend’s voice was muffled, face half-hidden on the pillow. George finished moving, turning completely around to see Dream better.

“Hi,” his voice was rough, riddled with sleep, matching the demon. Dream tried to push him closer but George didn’t let him, “I’m gross, Dream, I need to shower.”

“We can shower together if you want.” The demon offered— George knew how it would end if he let Dream into the shower with him: he would get fucked against the wall, held up by Dream’s hands on his hips, and forced to accept whatever pace his boyfriend wanted. Not that it was a bad idea, obviously, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to have to shower with a knot inside of him.

“Is it time already? Can’t you wait a little, Dream?” He knew that the waves were frequent and it would be like this until either George got pregnant (which was impossible because he didn’t have a womb) or the rut ended in about a week. He just wished that there was more time between each one (It normally followed a pattern: a wave would hit, Dream would get extremely horny, they’d fuck, they fall asleep, wake up, another wave hits. It was very tiring, especially for George, since his body wasn’t designed to get fucked so often.)

“You know I don’t control it, hon,” George didn’t need to be a demon to sense his boyfriend’s desperation, how the hand on his hips moved lower. “We can just do it here if you want. I’ll carry you there later.” Dream smiled, sharp canines showing, and George knew that the only way he was getting out of this was with the demon’s cock inside of him (not that it was a bad thing, it was just inconvenient to shower like that.)

“I can’t shower if you knot me, Dream.”

“We can bathe together,” he brought George closer, running his hand over the fairy’s ass. “I’ll fill up the tab and you can sit on my lap.” Dream placed his head on George’s shoulder, whispering into his ear: “And when my knot goes down I’ll stuff you with that cute little plug you have, so you stay filled up. Okay, baby?” Fuck, why did Dream know him so well? Why did he know what to say, how to speak, to render George useless, pliant?

“Okay,” he whispered back, cock already hard from all the sin Dream had embedded into his mind.

He could tell Dream was smiling as he made his way down George’s body again. Kissing blooming bruises and licking him clean. It felt nice, the texture of the demon’s odd tongue on his body, and he couldn’t help but whimper as it went over his inner thigh. “Wanna fuck ‘em again,” Dream whispered into the skin (and that was all the confirmation George needed. He was so glad he had given Dream consent to fuck him in his sleep because the thought of the demon fucking his thighs while he laid unconscious only made George hornier.)

“Dream,” he pleaded, watching helplessly as the demon’s head moved away from marked porcelain. His boyfriend stared back at him, gold burning into George’s skull, and he licked his fingers, making a show of wrapping his tongue around them and coating them with spit.

The first finger slipped inside with practiced ease. Dream had been quicker than usual, less careful with George’s body as he thrusted the finger into him— demon spit was a surprisingly effective lubricant. “I wish I could take my time with you, honey,” he kissed over George’s body— the fairy could tell he was looking for a distraction, something to take his mind away from his cock, throbbing and red, begging to be touched.

Another finger was added, prodding and stretching George’s walls, forcing sounds out of his lips. They were bigger than his own, two of his boyfriend’s fingers were the same as three of his— it was one of the reasons George liked them so much, they felt much better, countless times had he asked Dream to finger-fuck him to relieve stress. “ Ah, Dream .” George heard the demon’s tail moving, hitting their mattress, and he smiled— he enjoyed the effect he had on his boyfriend. Dream pulled him apart, worked George’s insides until he could take another finger, and then pushed it inside with urgency. The moans and whimpers spilling out of the fairy’s mouth seemed to only spur him on.

Dream licked at George’s chest, brushing over old bruises. “Please, keep making those noises, baby— God, you sound so good for me.” George threw his head back, back arching as the demon found his prostate. “There?” He asked, prodding at the spot again until George cried out once more, “I can’t wait to be inside you, honey.” It wasn’t about preparing him anymore, his eyes closing due to the pleasure, he knew Dream was doing this on purpose.

“ Ah — I— I want you— please .” His boyfriend seemed to get the message, fingers growing to a stop before leaving George’s body. He breathes a sigh of relief, the constant stimulation feels good ( too good) but he doesn’t want to cum yet, he would be too sensitive and he knows Dream wouldn’t care, not when he was like this.

Immediately, he felt something pressed against his rim— bigger, thicker than the fingers that had been inside of him. Jesus, Dream wasn’t even giving him a second to breathe. “Turn around,” George looked at him with lidded eyes, didn’t move, and waited. It was obvious what would happen— not that he minded, he loved when Dream manhandled him. “Pillow princess,” the demon muttered as he grabbed the fairy’s hips and forced him onto his stomach.

Honestly, George didn’t like getting fucked from behind, he preferred missionary position over it since that way he could at least see Dream’s face. But he didn’t have time to complain, because as soon as he was flipped over, George’s hips were forced upwards and Dream was thrusting into him.

There was no pause, no gentleness, no time for the fairy to adjust— time which Dream knew that his boyfriend needed, it’s not like fairies were made to take demon cock (on the contrary really.) “Holy shit— you feel so good, baby— Ah. ” He screamed into the pillow, forced to move by the hand tightly wrapped around his hips, his mind dissolving into smoke, thoughts replaced by want and lust and how fucking amazing Dream was making him feel.

The thrusts slowed down for a second or two, George felt as Dream covered his back, pressed his chest against twitching wings. They parted, letting the demon fall further— it was nice, the warmth of the demon’s chest on his back, the arms that wrapped around his stomach. And when the pace picked back up again, Dream made sure that the fairy couldn’t hide the noises he was making, moving the pillow.

“I love your noises. Don’t hide them— please,” and George complied, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, even if he tried. Dream moaned next to his ear, filled George’s mind with the sound of his voice and how well they fitted together. “You’re so tight, fit perfectly around me,” the demon rambled, “doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you.” The abuse to his neck returned, a vicious tongue going over past injuries and insatiable lips creating new.

“So— so good, Dream,” his speech was broken by needy sounds, whimpers and moans and gasps as the demon rearranged his insides (the first of many times this week.) “You make me feel— make me feel good,” Dream sounded just as wrecked as George felt, movements desperate after the fairy’s words— even during his rut, Dream loved being praised.

There it was again: Dream had found his prostate. The thrusts were messy, sporadic as the demon hit George’s sweet spot. The fairy could swear he was seeing stars, arms dropped, useless, at the sides of his head and clawing at the mattress. “Do you— do you like it, baby? Do I fill you up well?— Ah!” George could feel Dream’s knot growing, tugging at his rim every time it was forced inside, soon, it would be too big to push out.

“Yes! I love it— so big ! Faster, please — fuck .” A hand covered George’s, interlocking their fingers, the other stayed wrapped around the fairy’s stomach, right over the bulge that poked out of it. His legs were jelly, if Dream hadn’t been holding him up then George was sure he would have dropped them onto the mattress.

The thrusts were shorter now, Dream’s knot catching on his rim every time the demon pushed back inside him, he could feel how much it had grown. “I’m going to breed you now. Gonna— gonna stuff you full.” That was all the warning he got before Dream started forcing his knot inside.

George tried to relax, but it was too much. Tears poured out of his eyes, the stretch stinging— he knew his legs would be useless after this. Dream bit his neck as he moved, right over an old mark, one that he left the first time they had sex. When it was finally over, the demon nuzzled George’s neck, caressed the fairy’s sides as he slowly grinded inside of his lover.

It wasn’t long before George came, untouched. Dream fucked him through it, slow and deep, until he too finished, filling George up just like he promised. The demon switched them to the side almost immediately, so they were spooning, and kissed the back of the fairy’s shoulder, love seeping into each press of his lips.

“Are you okay, honey?” Dream asked, running his hand through his boyfriend’s thigh, trying to calm him down. “I didn’t hurt you, right? I know you cried.” And the sweetness would make him cry again, but he fought back the tears with deep breaths. 

“‘m fine,” George mumbled, he wanted Dream closer, pressed completely against his back. So, he went backward, closer to his boyfriend. They both moaned as Dream’s cock went deeper— George could even feel the absurd amount of cum that moved inside of him. “Bad idea,” the demon laughed, arms going back to wrap around the fairy (George’s wings had folded back again, unable to open when he was laying like this.)

“Do you still want to have a bath, love? Or do you want to nap again?” Dream caressed the fairy’s belly, his hand covering most of the bulge in it. “I’m sure we have time until the next wave.”

“How long are we going to be like this?”

“Like an hour I think, or something like that.”

“Bath then a snack.” Dream gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, bubba.”

+++

The water was nice, so nice actually, he could almost ignore the fact that Dream’s cock was still inside of him. His boyfriend washed his hair delicately, it was obvious that he was also tired from what they had done earlier, but he pampered George like usual.

“Do you want a massage, baby? I can’t really do your entire back when you’re like this, but I can do it on your shoulders.” The massage was nice, helped George with all the tension on his back, he wished he could return the favor, at least help clean Dream’s hair, but the demon wouldn’t let him.

“Thank you,” he said, and his boyfriend kissed him behind the ear earning a giggle. It was sweet, domestic, George grabbed some of the bubbles in the water and dropped them onto Dream’s head (turning was a bit weird, but he managed.) 

“You’re such an idiot,” Dream said, bringing his hand up to George’s neck and tickling him (they had tried choking before, at George’s request, but found that it was basically impossible because of how ticklish he was.)

“Dream! Stop!” The fairy tried to get away, leaning backward and gasped. Jesus Christ, why did Dream’s knot take so long to get back to normal? He couldn’t move an inch without feeling the demon’s cock move inside of him, or, in this case, twitch. “Uh, Dream?”

His boyfriend didn’t meet his eyes, tail slightly thrashing from side to side disturbing the water around it. Dream’s cheeks were tainted red, embarrassment clear on his features. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Are you?” The demon nodded— oh, shit, that was sooner than expected. It was weird, he was still locked into place, the knot was still there, maybe it was because of what George did? Maybe he had triggered it? “Okay,” he giggled, unsure what to say, “how do we do this?”

George almost fell forward at the sudden action, Dream’s cock fucking up into him. “Well, I can’t pull out,” his boyfriend said, then he thrusted up again, “can I fuck you like this?” The fairy nodded. Water splashed around as the demon tried getting comfortable, feet planted on the floor of the bathtub and hands on George’s thighs, forcing his legs open. He twisted George, made him look at the wall, and rest his back on Dream’s chest. “Gonna cum inside you again,” Dream whispered, “I love filling you up.”

Thankfully he was slower this time, perhaps because of the position they were in, though that doesn’t mean he was gentle by any means. George placed his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, too heavy to hold up on his own, as his prostate was repeatedly hammered. 

The water fell out of the bathtub with Dream’s movement, fucking into George with vigor, the head of his cock pressed against the fairy’s sweet spot, one small push and he hit it. Their moans echoed through the room, and George was glad they lived in a house far away from their neighbors because otherwise, they would get severe noise complaints.

It was obvious neither of them would last long. Dream finished first— it was weird that he could cum so much again, the lack of a refractory period was probably caused by his rut. George came untouched for the second time, spilling into his chest (then he complained about how they had just bathed, but Dream shushed him with a kiss to the temple and cleaned him up again.)

Once they were outside the bathroom, which Dream had insisted they could clean later, they went to the kitchen. The fairy whimpered occasionally, sensitive from the two rounds they just had and the demon would apologize, assuring that it would be over soon.

Before his knot went down, Dream retrieved the plug from George’s bedside table. The fairy’s face lit up, cheeks redder than normal. “I told you I was going to do it, babe,” the demon had the audacity to laugh, “I can leave it if you want.” They both knew the answer to that, even before George shook his head.

+++

“Can you make pasta?” The fairy asked, he stood next to his boyfriend not wanting to sit right now (after Dream had pulled out of him, he had stuffed the plug into George, keeping his cum inside. He knew that if he sat down he would feel it even more than when standing up and he was trying to avoid that for as long as possible.)

“It takes too long, Georgie. Are sandwiches okay?” He nodded, “great, uh, we have: ham, cheese, mushrooms, obviously, some lettuce and tomato. Anything you don't want?”

George shook his head, said he was fine with whatever Dream chose to make.

They ate their sandwiches in front of the tv, regardless of the location of their colony, getting electricity was easy, so they were able to watch human shows without a problem. Dream was stuck by his side, glued to him. One arm was wrapped around the fairy’s shoulders, keeping them close, while he used the other to eat.

George shifted a bit while they ate, trying to find a position where the plug wouldn’t bother him too much. The only thing he managed was to push it deeper— he had to bite the sleeve of his (stolen) hoodie to silence a whimper, so Dream wouldn’t hear him.

“Are you okay, honey?” His boyfriend asked— they were tangled together now, strong arms wrapped around George’s waist and their legs intertwined. “You keep squirming.” Maybe it’s because of the thing you put inside me, asshole, George wanted to say, but he didn’t. The demon looked up at him with big eyes again, emerald prodding at his mind.

“I’m fine,” he replied, trying to pay attention to the movie. Dream kept staring at him though, he could see it in the corner of his eye, could feel it. Ultimately, his boyfriend gave up and turned back to the movie as well, golden hair touching George’s neck whenever the demon moved.

A couple of minutes later, Dream was asleep. His arms tightened around George’s middle, desperate as if he feared the fairy would run away. He looked gorgeous when he slept, it was something George had realized long ago, and the way he snored softly was adorable. 

If only he wasn’t moving George along with him.

The fairy tried, he swore he tried, to keep quiet, stay still, not mind the gentle pull of Dream’s body, the way he twisted and pressed against George. But it was so hard (pun completely intended), especially when the demon moved further up his body, tucked his face in the confines of George’s neck, and breathed softly against tainted skin. Or when his thigh rubbed against the fairy’s crotch.

At that moment, George had given in— after all, there was no fight he could or wanted to do towards the feeling. So, he allowed his boyfriend to continue his unintentional ministrations (perhaps this was an effect of being with Dream for so long, but George wasn’t normally this horny.) George was surprised when the demon started accompanying his whimpers with some of his own— he sounded so needy, uttering them next to the fairy’s ear.

“G—George,” Dream mumbled, “ please .” Holy shit, that was really hot. George grinded against his boyfriend’s thigh again, letting out a gasp. Maybe he could indulge a little, Dream had used him in his sleep, so why not return the favor?

If the demon was awake, he would probably help George move, place a hand on the fairy’s lower back (or his ass) and guide him forward. But now that he was asleep, George had to do all the work, not that he minded, not when Dream was whining so sweetly into his neck. George could also feel, poking at his own thigh, the growing bulge on Dream’s boxers.

Slowly, carefully, he moved his leg, applied pressure to Dream’s bulge. The demon whimpered again, pleaded, called out to him— and he understood why Dream liked going rough on him, was this what George sounded like too? Because Dream’s moans are one thing but this? God, he sounds fucking adorable . George wants to keep hearing it. 

So he did it again.

“ Ah ,” his boyfriend gasped, “ George .” As if he knew who was doing this to him. Jesus, he needed to ask Dream to sub sometime, really, the only thing George wanted was to ride Dream until he was whining, overstimulated and whimpering as George kept going, using him like a toy.

Huh, he had never thought of himself as someone who wanted to take control. (That was a thought for another time, though.)

The demon started moving on his own, pushing against the fairy’s thigh, and George followed. They were rutting against each other, matching sounds escaping their lips— god, they probably looked pathetic, dressed in nothing but their underwear and a hoodie, desperate for friction.

In the end, George couldn’t take it anymore, not when his boyfriend sounded like this. “Dream— Dream, wake up.” The response he got wasn’t words, but actions: the demon curled further around him, thigh pressed deeply against the fairy’s boner and arms pinning him close to Dream’s chest as if he was some sort of stuffed animal. “Dream!”

“Mmh— what?” He felt his boyfriend’s eyelashes tickling his neck, and, suddenly, they were both completely still. “Georgie?” There was no way that Dream couldn’t piece together what was happening. “Was I—?”

“Yeah,” George answered him in the same tone, slightly embarrassed now that his boyfriend was awake— maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, he was more than happy to get off with Dream’s noises.

“Sorry,” despite his words, Dream didn’t move, “I— I normally have, uh, you know, like wet dreams and stuff during my rut. I swear I didn’t mean to do that, I can just go and deal with it in the bathroom if you want, it’s not another wave yet, so—”

“Don’t,” George told him, pleading. Now, Dream did change his position, moved his head so he could look at his boyfriend. “I liked it, you— it’s so weird,” he giggled, nervous, “you sounded really good.” The demon’s face was priceless, flushed and surprised, a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh,” he breathed out. “So, uh, so what do you want to do? Want me to— to keep humping your thigh?” The demon tried to laugh, trying to ease off the tension. George was equally as embarrassed, neither of them making eye contact.

“Maybe you could do it somewhere else?” Jesus, they sounded like it was their first time all over again— was it this hard to ask your boyfriend to dry hump with you? Dream looked at him for a second, sleep-ridden eyes and knitted eyebrows. And then he got it.

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that.” His boyfriend readjusted them, twisted George so that they were both laying sideways on the couch— it wasn’t a big couch by any means, but with Dream holding onto him so tightly, George was sure he would never fall. The fairy’s face stuffed into the other’s hoodie, and he bit down on the material as soon as Dream started to thrust against him. “Like that, baby?”

George nodded, porcelain arms clinging onto his boyfriend’s back as he matched the movements. They really were like two teenagers, desperately grinding with the other in search of friction. One of Dream’s hands traveled down George’s back, resting on his ass, squeezing it over the fabric. He used it as leverage, used it to force George closer to him.

The size difference was obvious, even like this, and it was driving him crazy. He had never been with someone so big, Dream knew this (and it was obvious he took pride in it too.) It was mostly because he had only ever been or hooked up with other fairies in his life— and it was also the reason why he still wasn’t completely used to Dream’s size, even after all this time.

“ God — You’re so big,” George muttered into the fabric. His boyfriend went faster, moved against him with a bit more vigor— the fairy smiled at the change in pace, sometimes it was so easy to get Dream excited.

“I’m not even inside you, honey— fuck.” It was hard to keep up, Dream’s hips snapped forward at a rapid pace, George held onto him tighter. He dragged his arms under the demon’s hoodie, clawed at tanned skin, and made Dream whine at the feeling. “Holy shit— keep doing that.” Another one of Dream’s masochistic tendencies.

“I— I can still feel you,” the hand slipped into his underwear, creeping towards the base of the plug. It dragged against his walls as Dream started pulling it out and pushing it back in, movement slight enough that nothing could leak out of George. “ Dream .”

“You like it when I play with you, right, baby?” Dream kept going, the constant stimulation to George’s body bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. His boyfriend's slowly decaying filter was only helping on this matter: “Can’t cum without something in your ass, huh?”

“Please— I’m so close.” George wasn’t sure how to move his hips, he wanted to match the small movements of the toy but also Dream’s hips, which collided quickly with his.

“Me too,” he knew that before Dream muttered it. Another wine escaped the demon’s throat, “wanna cum inside you, honey. If— if I don’t it’s gonna be wasted. Let me— let me cum inside you. Please.” Dream’s hands clawed at the waistband of George’s boxers, asking, begging .  He nodded before he got a chance to think it through, letting large hands push the underwear down to his mid-thigh— this must have been Dream’s rut instincts kicking in again, it didn’t seem like it mattered whether he could actually get the fairy pregnant or not.

“Wait, Dream—”, tanned hands grabbed his hips, pushing him upwards and onto his boyfriend’s thighs. It was a bit uncomfortable, he had to properly take off his boxers as the demon tried to push him closer to his aching cock.

“Need to breed you, baby,” Dream sat up, the tip of his cock was red and leaking precum, it almost looked painful, George couldn’t help but feel a touch of pity for him, “I— I need to fill you up again.” He doubted he would last more than a few seconds with Dream inside of him, not when he was close, and judging by his boyfriend’s desperation, he was in a similar state.

“Okay— okay, you can cum inside me, love.” George raised his hips, not forced to by the hands that laid on them, though they did help hold him up. It was a practiced movement, a known one, it was familiar. He hovered over the demon’s cock, removing the plug that was keeping him open and letting the tip sink inside of him quickly. The hands tried to push him downwards, tried to make him take more of it, and he let them.

It was slower this time, despite how much Dream had pleaded. He guided George, moved him with more care, caressed bitten thighs as the fairy got once again used to the intrusion. Dream wasn’t as gentle as always, that’s for sure, and by the time he had bottomed out George was crying again, but he wasn’t rough either.

As soon as the beginning of Dream’s knot was inside of him, George could feel it expand, he barely had to move. He clung to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around the demon’s shoulder as he felt the knot grow inside of him.

“It’s okay, darling,” Dream shushed him, rubbing circles into the fairy’s lower back as George cried out— he never got used to the size of Dream’s knot, it felt like he was being split in two from the inside out. Thankfully it was quick, and once it was done George was filled up again, warmth flooding his senses as Dream came inside of him (and he didn’t remember it, maybe too caught up in the feeling of his boyfriend spilling into him, but he did so as well, dirtying Dream’s hoodie.)

Tired, he let himself go limp, closing his eyes as Dream pressed kisses all over his face. “Sleepy?” The demon asked, and George didn’t have the energy to do anything but nod. “You can sleep, baby, I mean, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.” The fairy smiled at that, and Dream kissed his cheek again. “Can I watch something while you sleep, honey? I’ll turn the volume down.”

He might have nodded, it was difficult to remember, his energy completely drained by the multiple rounds they had. What he does remember is Dream wishing him goodnight and kissing his temple for good measure.

+++

They kept this up for a week, going at it at least three times per day. George was exhausted, his lower back hurt like hell and he couldn’t do anything without having Dream stuck by his side. Not that it was a bad thing, the demon would cook breakfast with George in his arms, cradling him close to his chest as he flipped pancakes and talked about random things he had researched or his life back in Hell— though, he didn’t call it Hell, no demon called it that.

The first few days were the lightest in George’s opinion. Between each round, there was a fair amount of break and the couple got to do normal activities like watching an episode from a series they liked or play some games. The worst was definitely the middle: days four and five.

One time, while he tried to make breakfast (nothing too complicated, just some toast), Dream had ambushed him. The demon rubbed at his waist, hips, whispered sweet nothing into George’s ears, stuff about how he was “the perfect mate” and that if Dream could he would “breed him all day.” Normal rut talk. And then he shoved the fairy into the counter, bend him over, and fucked him.

“You take my cock so well, Georgie,” he said, ramming into the poor fairy. “One day I’m going to make this permanent, yeah?” Dream ran his hand over the bulge on George’s belly, keeping it there as he continued thrusting. “You would look so pretty carrying our babies.” 

The counter dug into George’s legs as he was repeatedly pressed against it. Dream’s hands left marks on his hips, purple-colored reminders of how hard he was gripping the fairy’s skin. “Ah! Dream.” His legs shook, too weak from the constant assault to George’s body, and his arms desperately searched for something to hold onto. 

“Fuck— I wanna stay inside you forever, honey.” He loved when Dream ran his mouth, when he talked without a filter (despite how weird his rut-riddled mind caused them to be.) The demon peppered kisses along his throat and shoulder blades, a gesture too sweet compared to the constant snap of his hips— it wasn’t unwelcomed, George liked having something else to focus on aside from the cock currently rearranging his insides. “Ah— I’m close.” Dream’s knot caught on George’s rim, soon it would be too big to go inside without locking them together. 

“Me— me too,” George’s refractory period was fucked by this point, he had had quite a few dry orgasms since they started just because Dream couldn’t stop—  it’s not like they didn’t feel good, but it came with a lot of overstimulation and left George’s body more wrecked than usual.

“God, you’re so small you can barely take it,” he could feel the knot pressing against him every time Dream brought their hips together, “do you like it, baby? Like feeling full?” His boyfriend’s stamina was incredible, despite having fucked hours ago he was still nailing George to the counter as if nothing had happened, painting his skin with purple and red and pink.

“Yes!— Yes, I love it.” It was hard to talk with all the noises spilling out of his throat, hard to think about anything that wasn’t the cock sliding in and out of him. “Faster,” he pleaded, even though he wasn’t sure that Dream could go any faster. The demon groaned against his ear, dragging George’s hips to meet his thrust. “Fuck! Right there!”

It was unnecessary, Dream knew his body just as well as he did, maybe even better. “Gonna knot you now,” the demon said, licking over George’s neck, “Ah— please— please let me knot you,” He was breathless, puffs of hot air hitting the fairy’s skin. George nodded, he didn’t know what else to do, didn’t have the strength to think of a response.

Despite the various times they had done this during the week, taking Dream’s knot was never easy. He could feel it as it stretched him, forced him open while Dream pushed their hips together once more and George cried out— his body wasn’t built for this, of course, it would hurt! Thankfully it was short-lived, and soon Dream was spilling into him.

“You feel so good,” Dream said, arms wrapped around George’s middle and head on the fairy’s bruised shoulder. He worked both of them through their high, grinding against George’s insides until the fairy was shaking and asking him to stop. “I really enjoyed this,” he pressed a kiss to porcelain skin, “thank you, honey. I love you.”

And George tried to return the sentiment, mumbled out an “I love you too” that he isn’t sure Dream understood. The demon continued hugging him, pulling George close to his chest until the fairy was breathing normally again.

Another time, he fucked George while they were spooning.

The demon had laid behind him, chest to George’s back as he kissed over the fairy’s bruises. “Dream,” he whined, “hurry up. I want to sleep.” His boyfriend smiled, teeth grazing already tainted skin— his possessiveness got worse during his rut, and as a result, there wasn’t an inch of George’s body that didn’t have a hickey or bite mark.

Dream’s cock dragged along the fairy’s rim, not quite pushing in. He was already stretched from when Dream fucked him into the couch, they both knew that. “Such a good mate, Georgie,” he said, tip pressed against George’s entrance, not with enough force to slip inside but yes to tease. “So eager.” 

One of his legs was raised, held up by the thigh, and left in the air as Dream started pushing into him. George’s insides were shaped to fit perfectly around the demon’s cock at this point, there was barely any stretch. It was comforting in a sense now, familiar, the feeling of his boyfriend so deep inside of him, and George revels in it.

Dream whimpered against his neck, “so good, baby— you feel so good. Just what I needed— Ah.” His boyfriend seemed more sensitive as the week went on, he would whine and gasp and moan whenever George touched his cock, even if he was just jerking him off to help relieve some of the pain.

The thrusts were short, fast, Dream mouthed at any expense of skin he could as he rammed into George. And the fairy took it, he allowed his boyfriend to do as he pleased while he scratched the covers and screamed from pleasure. “Faster— please, Dream, faster.”

His boyfriend complied, hips pistoning in and out of George. “Hmmph— wanna breed you, wanna— wanna fill you up,” Dream mumbled and George could tell that he was tired as well, not only because of how he spoke but in the way he clung to George. They were pressed together and the arm that wasn’t holding the fairy’s leg was wrapped around him, hugging him. “Love you— Ah!— so tight.” The demon sounded as wrecked as him, voice slurred— it was incredible he still had the energy to fuck him. “I can feel it,” he pressed the bulge on the fairy’s stomach, “my cum, inside you. There’s so much.”

George could feel it too. He felt the way it moved with each of Dream’s thrusts, how his boyfriend was fucking it into him again. And he loved it.

“Gonna cum again,” that was all the warning George got before Dream started pushing his knot inside, the stretch was bearable and his boyfriend went slow this time, kissing over the fairy’s shoulder. “Wish you could get pregnant,” he said, bottoming out again. Dream’s slow movements, the gentle thrusts he did inside of George, had become common, and the fairy melted right into them. It was nice, the constant pressure against his prostate almost made him cum on the spot. “So warm for me, you're perfect. Perfect little mate— ah.”

A large hand stroked him to completion, pumping in time with Dream’s thrusts. He finished a little after his boyfriend, insides warm. That night, they slept peacefully until the morning, snuggled up together.

Close to the end (by days six and seven), the waves were less and far between. Instead of doing upwards of eight rounds a day (like they did during other days of the week), it would only be two, maybe three at most. Which left a lot of time for them to just relax and talk.

Dream would lay his head on George’s stomach, caressing over the small bump on the fairy’s belly (a common occurrence during the demon’s ruts), and they would chat until the next wave hit or they fell asleep. Cooking was much easier, too, since it was more unlikely to be interrupted— except for that time Dream fucked him over the dining table, of course.

The last time was during the night. 

Experienced hands worked them out their clothes, gripping onto the exposed skin of George’s sides once it was over. A slick tongue filled his mouth, took the air out of his lungs as his boyfriend twisted his body.

Surprisingly, Dream wasn’t marking him, his mouth barely leaving George’s face. When it did, their lips were red, bitten, and used. Quickly, the demon cleaned the spit running down George’s mouth.

“Ready, honey?” Dream whispered into his ear. He felt Dream’s tip at his entrance— a feeling he was used to at this point. The fairy nodded, and his boyfriend started pushing in, stopping only once he had bottomed out. “There you go, baby— fuck .”

Like always, the thrusts started almost immediately, the first ones stung, he felt as Dream’s cock dragged inside of him without any type of lube. But as he kept going it became more pleasurable, easy, the cum filling George up worked fine as a lubricant. The demon’s cock touched every inch of his walls, hitting George’s prostate with ease thanks to the angle. “Faster,” George choked out, tears welling up in his eyes again.

“God, I love you,” his boyfriend said. Their hips met with wet sounds, Dream moving quickly in and out of the fairy, holding George’s leg up by the back of the thigh. “So good.”

“ Dream ,” he gasped, his boyfriend’s cock drilling his insides— he didn’t know what he was going to say, but Dream’s name repeatedly fell off his lips as the demon used him.

“Pretty mate,” Dream muttered, “you feel so good around me— ah!” His boyfriend pushed George’s leg, bending it closer to his chest— he didn’t know he could be moved like that, didn’t know his body was so flexible. “I’m gonna knot you, honey.”

Tears fell down his face, soaking the pillow below him, and Dream slowed down a little. “No! Keep— keep going,” George pleaded.

“Don’t cry,” Dream leaned closer to him and kissed his rosy cheeks, “does it hurt, lovely?” The fairy was quick to shake his head— all he wanted was for his boyfriend to go back to railing him, was that so hard to ask? “Does it feel good?”

“Yes! Yes, you feel really good— you’re so big.” He felt Dream’s cock twitch inside of him, so he kept going, “you— you feel me up so well. Please , keep going, Dream.” The demon listened to him returning to his original pace and nuzzled against George’s neck as he thrusted into him.

As expected, Dream’s knot began growing, hitting the fairy’s rim with each of Dream’s movements. He couldn’t wait to be knotted, he had come to love the feeling.

“Need to breed you, honey,” the demon said, starting to force his knot into George, “I’m gonna fill you with my babies.” That should not have been as hot as it was.

The fairy moaned as Dream came inside him again, filling him up to the brim. He finished into his boyfriend’s hand, who licked it clean with vigor.

Before long, they were spooning again, Dream’s arms securely around him as the knot locked them together.

“Thank you, honey,” the demon said into brown hair.

“Why?”

“For always spending my rut with me, I know you get exhausted after it.”

He scoffed, “of course I spend them with you, Dream. We’re mates, idiot.” Dream stayed quiet for a while, “did you fall asleep?”

“No, no, it’s just—” the demon hugged him tighter, “it’s the first time you call us mates .”

Neither of them spoke for a few beats.

“Do you want me to call you that more often? My mate?” Dream nodded into George’s hair, “okay. I’ll do it then.” He could hear how his boyfriend’s tail moved, softly hitting the mattress. George smiled.

“Night, Georgie,” Dream kissed the fairy’s temple.

“Good night, Dream.”

+++

George woke up alone, he didn’t see Dream anywhere in the room (though he did realize that there was a towel wrapped around his waist.)

“You’re awake. Finally,” he looked at the doorway to find the demon holding a tray. As he approached, George noted that he was bringing him breakfast— breakfast in bed. He smiled. “Here,” Dream placed the tray on George’s leg once he sat up.

“Thanks, Dream,” he kissed the demon before he was too far away.

“You don’t need to thank me, honey,” Dream grabbed a desk chair and sat down. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” George rolled his eyes at the demon, beginning to eat. “Come on, you know I want to take care of you.”

“My ass hurts,” the fairy said, taking another bite from the delicious pancakes his boyfriend brought.

“You’re such an idiot,” Dream took a small pill out of the pocket of his hoodie, “here, it’s to help with the pain.” George swallowed it down with a sip of his tea.

“Yeah, I know that, idiot, I bought it.” They both laughed, Dream placed a hand on the covers, on top of George’s knee.

“Wanna take a shower later? I can clean you up.” It was awfully domestic, the way Dream always took care of him after the ruts, the way they normally spent the day cuddling and gardening and doing activities together because his boyfriend was always clingy, even without the pheromones. 

And he loved it, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Sure.”

He guesses that’s why spring is his favorite season.