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MESSAGE FROM THE MINISTRY OF STATE

Really awesome, i never met a gay person in cs, but you're really god for a homosexual.

“Anyway, it doesn’t seem like the rain is gonna clear up tonight so would you rather just stay in and chill here rather than going out?” George inquired (he totally didnt check the weather, just wanted an excuse to be alone with Dream).

“Missed me? We were literally just playing together last night, what are you on about?” Dream chuckled before stepping in (and taking off his shoes cause he’s not a degenerate).

“Idk, just feels like it’s been a while since we’ve able to meet face to face….or face to mask haha” he replied, making Dream glare at him for the bad joke.

“Crap! I totally forgot Dream and I are supposed to hang out today!” Panicking, he threw on the closest pair of pants, completely forgetting about the raging boner he was still sporting in them. Finally scrambling down the stairs, he could see his sexy blond friend (Link!?) waiting through the glass of his front door. Beaming widely at him when they made eye contact before opening the door.

“Hey man! How’s it going? I missed ya dude :)” George greeted, giving him a side hug while doing so. In the process, Dream couldn’t help but notice the clear bulge pressing against him, prompting him to look down briefly.

He just couldn’t help but imagine Dream using that same tone lying next to him in bed, whispering dirty things into his ear while edging him to the point he was whining and begging (sheeeeesh). It was just too erotic imagining that without needing to get off. As he stroked himself to these ideas, George was just lost in bliss and kept imagining how good it would feel to have Dream’s hands stroking him instead of his own (don’t we all, George, don’t we all).

It was right when he was so so close to climaxing that his doorbell rang.