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feroluce · 11 months

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When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

#genshin impact #haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavehtham #these two have had me chewing concrete lately god #3.6 got me frothing at the mouth #something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart #and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby-#and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol #and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov #Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help #and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality #and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves #kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self*#al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this #or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other.#two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal #i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this #written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song #'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow'#'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption'#'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in'#'but he couldn't be saved'#'a sadness runs through him'#extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough #my fics #gore #body horror #I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 months

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Pretty Kitty

helloooo everyone :D happy (late shh) valentine’s day!!!

welcome to the long awaited kitty george fic!! i made a concept post about it here if anyone is unfamiliar with what i’m talking about, and seeing as this fic is romantic dnf and the concept was created by me and @mushiewrites on the 16th last year, i figured what better time to upload this than right now :D so happy valentine’s day and/or birthday to the kitty george concept <3 you’ve been well loved my sweetheart

also shoutout to mushie and @wishitweresummer for reading this and liking it so much <3

warning: this fic is romantic dnf, so they do kiss quite a bit and they are referred to as boyfriends, and also this is literally only feet tickles and very very heavily favors feet nibbles and kisses. if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip this one!

lee!george, ler!dream, 4.8k words

enjoy!

Dream stood in front of the kitchen sink, bare feet pressed against the cool linoleum as he washed his empty cereal bowl, when he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. He looked down and immediately recognized them as his boyfriend’s, letting out a low chuckle as he rinsed the bowl out and placed it on the drying rack, grabbing the glass he used next.

“Hi, baby,” He greeted, earning a soft hum from George as he hugged tighter.

“Hmmm… hi,” George replied, voice muffled, his cheek pressed against Dream’s back.

“Whatcha up to?” Dream asked, rinsing the soap out of the glass and leaving it to dry as well.

“Nothing. Just wanted a hug.”

“Aww, Georgie,” Dream cooed at him through a giggle, reaching over and drying his hands with the dish towel he’d left on the counter. He turned himself around in George’s arms, smiling down at him and wrapping his arms around George’s shoulders and pulling him close, one hand laying on the back of his head to play with his soft, wavy hair– which had grown slightly longer in the lull between their haircuts. “I love you,” Dream whispered softly. George relaxed into the hug immediately, letting out a content sigh, pulling Dream closer and leaning his head further into his chest. Dream pressed a soft kiss to George’s head before resting his chin on top of it. They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, before George broke it apprehensively.

“I, uh…” He began, and Dream lifted his head to look down as he hesitantly pulled back from the hug. George kept his hands clasped together behind Dream, leaning back to look up at him, big hands resting on his shoulders as he spoke. “I have… something to show you. If you’re not too busy.”

“Of course!” He nodded, smiling down at George as he took a step back and pulled his hands away, letting the other take the lead. “I’m never too busy for you, Georgie,” Dream reassured, making George let out a small chuckle, his smile growing as he nodded his head in understanding and grabbed Dream’s hand to lead him to his bedroom. He walked slow, his pace careful and delicate, sticking close to Dream even while he was in front of him.

Dream stayed close as well, playfully clinging to him, occasionally tugging his hand to pull him back into him and letting his free hand glide over George’s hip, lower back, shoulder, and upper arm to make sure he always had a hand on him. George smiled at the touches, fighting the urge to melt into it until they got to their destination, even if he flinched and giggled sweetly and batted his hand away when Dream tweaked his side briefly a few times.

They made it to George’s room in no time, George tugging Dream in and closing the door behind them. Dream watched his movements attentively, taking note of the slight pink tint to his cheeks. He pulled Dream over to the bed, having him sit in the middle of it– which Dream did without question, sitting cross legged on top of the plush comforter and fluffy throw blanket George had laying on the bed– before he leaned down to pull Dream into a gentle kiss, one finger gently tilting Dream’s chin up to meet him halfway.

“Hey,” Dream whispered before their mouths connected, his eyes flicking down to George’s lips before they closed, reaching his hands forward to rest on George’s waist. His smile grew as George pulled away, eyes slowly opening to see George’s pretty face just a few inches from him, and George smiled just the same, though much more bashful than Dream.

Then, his hands were being moved, guided by George’s shaky, hesitant fingers on his arms. They led him to the front of George’s sweatpants, where the draw string was loosely tied, ready to be undone with one quick pull. His hands paused where they were, his pinkies slipping gently into the waistband of the pants, between them and George’s boxers, and his thumb and forefinger caught the end of the string as he looked up at George for confirmation.

“This?” Dream continued to whisper, the teasing smile still present on his face– still growing, along with George’s embarrassment. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Mhm,” George agreed with a nod, and the drawstring was undone. He took a step back to pushed the sweatpants down his thighs, letting them fall past his knees, down to his ankles, and then stepping out of them.

Then, Dream gathered what George had actually wanted to show him.

With the loss of George’s sweatpants, the tops of black thigh high socks were revealed– smooth and soft, the dark material a stark contrast to George’s lightly tanned skin, starting just a few inches above his knees even as he adjusted them, tugging them upwards and flattening the hem after removing his pants completely. He was left in only an oversized hoodie that he’d stolen from Dream, his black boxers, and the ever present thigh highs.

George stood up straight, wringing his hands in front of him, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. Dream gave him a soft smile, reaching his arms out to beckon him forward, working past the shyness that was presenting itself very strongly in George’s behavior– as it usually did, in situations like this.

“C’mere,” Dream coaxed quietly, and George took the two steps forward to stand against the end of the bed again, letting Dream rest his hands on the sides of his thighs, on the bare skin between where his boxers ended and the socks began. “You look so pretty, Georgie. You like them?” He asked, and he was given a shy yet enthusiastic nod in response, which he smiled at as he patted George’s thighs gently. “Good. I’m glad you like them, because I really, really, like them. You look… so good, and we are definitely coming back to these again in the future,” Dream continued with a giggle as George let out an embarrassed whine and covered his face with his hands, leaning forward to shove his head into the crook of Dream’s neck to hide further, only making Dream giggle harder and pull George in closer. “Aw, baby.”

“Shhhh…” George shushed, pulling back from Dream’s shoulder but keeping his hands resting there. He looked down at the bed, pausing for a moment, looking as if he was thinking quite hard about his next move, but he seemed to decide on it before Dream got the chance to ask what was on his mind. He carefully climbed on the bed, sitting back on his heels while he adjusted his position.

He ended up with his back against the pillows facing Dream, relaxing back into them as he kept his knees bent in front of him and his feet pressed firmly into the mattress. He bit his bottom lip, looking hesitant again, clearly having something else to show Dream but considering abandoning the whole operation. But, when Dream rested one hand on his knee and rubbed his thumb softly over the material that covered it, George relaxed into the bed completely and made the final push.

George rested his feet in Dream's lap, his ankles crossed as he tried to take up as little space as possible, in case he needed to pull away again if Dream showed any sign of dislike towards the newest addition to George’s display.

This addition, of course, was the padded cat paw prints on the bottom of the thigh highs, pink and plush, settled right on the ball of his foot and over his toes. Dream gasped softly, immediately taking one of George’s ankles in his hand to take a closer look at the paws, his fingers wrapping almost entirely around his ankle and making George whimper and squirm under the attention.

“Oh, baby,” Dream mused, making George whine again as he melted further into the pillows, curling and uncurling his toes a few times. Dream brought his other hand up to hold George’s ankle as well, now able to cup his narrow heel between both of his much larger hands. He rubbed his thumbs over the sole of George’s foot, making him tense up, the sensation amplified due to the soft material. George’s breath caught in his throat, making Dream’s eyes flicker up to his flushed face, a smile gracing his lips before he turned his full attention back to the foot in his hands. “S’this what you wanted to show me?”

“Mm– y-yeah…” George stammered, his breathing shallow and voice strained. He shifted his foot in Dream’s hold, flexing his toes.

“How long have you had this in that head of yours?” Dream asked curiously, brows pulling together as his thumb pressed gently into the bone of George’s ankle.

“Uh– a co- um… A bit…” George stuttered out, staring down at his hands in his lap when Dream looked over at him again. He brought one hand up to his mouth, curling his fingers in front of his lips nervously. “I, uh… I saw- saw them online and just kinda… bought them without thinking, and- and then when they got here I just…” George paused, both boys’ eyes flicking up to meet the others, and George swallowed against the lump in his throat before continuing, unsure how much longer he would be able to focus on speaking clearly with Dream’s warm hands cradling his foot so carefully. “So, it… it took me a little while to… and th- and then I just…” The older boy trailed off, completely lost in Dream’s eyes as they stared, unrelenting, into his own, kind and enamored and wholly in love.

Dream hummed calmly as George faltered, smiling sweetly at him before shifting his position again, turning to face George now. He took both of George’s ankles in his hands, shuffling closer and letting George’s other leg rest over his thighs. George breathed out with the movement, relaxing against the pillows behind him, and Dream kept his other foot still held up in his hands, focused intently on it, barely a few inches from his face. George squirmed under the attention.

Dream’s thumb slid against the inside of his foot, the tip of his fingers dragging down the same spot as well, making the older boy flinch and let out a soft gasp– which immediately caught Dream’s attention.

“What’s that?” He asked, voice gentle, and George couldn’t help the whimper that fell from his mouth at the question. Dream swiped his fingers up the inside of his foot again, making him jerk his leg in a pathetic attempt to pull away. “Is my kitty a little ticklish?”

“N-no…” George replied unconvincingly, well aware they both knew it was a lie. He nervously pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers, waiting for Dream to make his next move. Dream smirked at him, his lips curled evilly but his eyes still nothing but entranced by the sight in front of him, and George still felt like his skin was burning under such an intense gaze.

“Hm…” Dream hummed, testing his theory by trailing his nails lightly over George’s heel, using a slow jellyfish motion. George whined, attempting to subtly twist his foot out of Dream’s hold, but he simply held tighter around his ankle and scratched with more determination. George’s toes curled, his other knee coming up and resting his foot on Dream’s leg, pressing the padded toe beans into his thigh as he squirmed. “I think it tickles, baby.”

“Nohoho…” George denied, though his giggling picked up when Dream’s fingers crawled too close to the arch of his foot. He bit his bottom lip, wrapping his arms around himself and looking down at his lap, making Dream chuckle.

“You’re shy today,” He observed, earning an embarrassed whine from the other boy as he dropped his head back onto the pillows and sunk further into them. “You’re blushing so much. This is really getting to you, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Mmh– Dreheam–“ George giggled, still squirming, making the mistake of glancing up at Dream for no more than a second– but it was long enough for Dream to catch his eyes, and George was nodding and pouting in response to the question before he even realized what was happening, immediately burying his head in his hands once he did.

“Aww, baby…” Dream cooed between his jellyfish movements, and George whined again, more broken and embarrassed than ever before. Dream giggled at him, deciding to let him off easy and not dwell on it too much, wanting to let George feel however he wanted and let go as much as he could manage. “It’s okay. Just relax for me, pretty boy.”

And with that, he immediately scratched his nails over George’s arches, holding his ankle firmly in place and covering as much surface area as possible. George gasped, shooting upwards and slamming his hands down on the bed next to him.

“FUCK–“ George squealed, bringing one hand up to slam it over his mouth and throwing the other forward to try and grab for Dream’s hand. “DRE– ah– Dreheheheam, plehehease–“ He couldn’t quite reach far enough, though, ending up with his hand on his calf and sliding down until he could grip his own thigh, until he felt Dream’s ring and pinkie finger scratch over the inside of his foot, then his pointer and middle finger hit the spot just under the ball of his foot, and he was a goner. “NOHOHO– oh my gohohohohod!”

“Shhhh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, just relax,” Dream soothed, giggling again when George’s foot twisted in his hold, trying to pull away. George whimpered, collapsing against the pillows again and throwing his head back into them, arching his back and breaking into helpless laughter.

“Fuck– Dreheheheam! Ihihit’s soho– ihihit–“ George attempted to plead, his desperate words blending together with continuous laughter, only broken by small squeaks and gasps for breath.

“I know, baby, I know…” Dream continued softly, nodding along with his words. “You’re okay. It’s okay.” Dream stopped tickling at his arches then, cupping his foot for a moment and squeezing to help him calm back down.

When he heard George let out a shaky breath, he continued, shifting his position. He pushed himself closer, leaning in and resting George’s ankle on his shoulder, smiling warmly at the other man when he looked at him with a confused expression. His questions were answered, though, when Dream began to rake his nails up and down George’s calf, the featherlight touch quickly turning unbearable over the thin material covering his legs. Remarkably, though, he melted into the touch, and his squirming stayed at a minimum, only shaky legs and involuntary twitches making their way through.

“You’re staying so still for me,” Dream began, chuckling at the small squeak he received when his nails scratched a little too close to George’s knee. “I know how hard this must be for you, sweet boy. You’ve always been so sensitive to this kind of thing.”

“Mm– Dreheheheeammm…” George whined through the steady stream of giggles that escaped his lips, curling his fingers over the sleeves of his hoodie and pressing his thumbs into his closed eyes. He let out a gasp when he felt Dream’s hands move upwards, one holding the back of his calf to keep it in place and the other moving to repeat the jellyfish motion over the top of his knee. “AH– nahaha!” George squealed, his leg jerking away from the cruel nails and his hands jumping down to hit and grab at the blankets underneath him.

“It’s okay,” Dream comforted, and then immediately went against his word as he scratched at the back of George’s knees, his hands attacking both legs now and making George kick his free leg out and tighten his trapped one, pulling Dream in closer.

“DREHEAM, plehehehease!” George pleaded through his giggles, squeezing his eyes shut and whining, until he felt his entire body jolt as Dream’s nails migrated to his thighs, scratching up and down the backs of them and making his laughter go even higher. “Oh myhyhy gohohohod, nohohoho! Nohoho, Dreheam, I cahahahan’t–“

“Shh, I know. I know, baby, you’re okay.” Dream began tracing circles over the back of George’s thigh, gently taking his other ankle and pulling it up onto his shoulder as well so he could mirror the action on both of George’s thighs. George whined desperately, his hips squirming against the bed uselessly as he pushed himself closer to Dream out of pure instinct. Dream smiled at him, sliding his palms up George’s legs until they reached his hips, and he pulled him the rest of the way in. “There we go. Is that better, kitty?”

“Mm–“ George whimpered, settling his hips back down on the bed between Dream’s legs and resting his hands on his knees. He hummed, content, and nodded at Dream’s question.

“Yeah? Good.” Dream delivered one gentle squeeze to George’s hips before moving his hands back up, rubbing gently over George’s thighs, slipping under the legs of his boxers before resuming his tracing on George’s inner thighs, right at the top seam of the thigh highs. George’s giggles picked up immediately, much more desperate and panicked than ever before, and Dream couldn’t help but comment on it. “This must be so hard for you, baby.”

“Fuhuhuck–“ George groaned out through his laughter, one hand squeezing the material of Dream’s pajama pants and the other moving to hide part of his face, as much as he could cover with one palm and spread fingers.

“Mhmm. You’re so ticklish here, aren’t you, my kitten?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup…” George protested weakly, lightly punching Dream’s knee in futile attempts to get him to stop teasing.

“You’re doing so well, though. Such a good kitten,” Dream mused, completely enamored with the man in front of him, making him whine and squeeze his eyes shut, meeting into Dreams touch even further. His legs tightened again, one ankle turning to push on Dream’s shoulder again, and Dream giggled and leaned down to kiss him, practically bending the smaller boy in half as their lips connected in a sweet, gentle kiss. Dream hummed into the kiss, drinking it in, almost melting more than George before he pulled away to steady himself– he wasn’t finished yet, he had plenty more worshiping to do first. Instead, he smiled, and spoke again. “My perfect little kitten…”

“Oh, Dreheam…” George whispered, his eyes glassy, and Dream pressed a soft kiss to his cheekbone just under his eye before he sat up again, now letting George’s knees hang over his shoulders. “You can’t– you… you can’t just say thahat…”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I’ve got a lot more where that came from,” Dream replied, a smug smile on his lips, placing a kiss on George’s left knee next to him. This pulled another breathy giggle from George, and Dream glanced up at him fondly, repeating the action a few more times and getting a new string of giggles each time. “Does this tickle too, sweetheart?”

“Uh– ah! A-A little…” George mumbled, shy again, his toes flexing and curling against the plush pads resting on top of them.

“Hmm, yeah?” Another kiss. “A little?” Dream kept the teasing lilt to his voice, kissing up George’s inner thigh instead, one hand coming up to hold his leg steady where it rested on his shoulder. George squeaked, throwing an arm over his face and falling into helpless, bright laughter at the sensation. “More than a little, I see.”

“Ahahaha! Dreheheheam!” George’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky, his leg jumping and tensing in Dream’s hold as he continued to place dramatic kisses all over the inner part of his thigh, squirming against his boyfriend’s body and grabbing for anything he could. “Stohohop!”

“I can’t stop! You’re being so cute, I just have to kiss you!” Dream teased, giggling at the way George shook his head when he did so. “This really tickles that bad?” Dream asked, voice genuine, albeit still teasy, and George nodded his head quickly.

“Ihihihit’s–! Yohou- ihihit’s yohohour stupihid beheard!” George whined, and Dream mentally kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, his smile returning. “Oh my god, Georgie, I didn’t even notice! But that’s even better!” Dream said with excitement, rubbing his stubble against George’s inner thigh and making him flinch and squirm all over again.

“Nohoho, ihihit’s nohot– AH! Nahahaha!” George squealed at the new feeling, his poor thigh trembling in Dream’s evil grip, practically begging to be let go– even if it was against George’s own wishes. “Dreheheam, c’mohohohonnn…” He whined, his ankles twisting and toes curling uselessly, legs kicking out behind Dream’s back before curling back in and pressing into his shoulders.

“Okay, okay, fine, I won’t do that anymore,” Dream relented, squeezing George’s ankle comfortingly and pulling back to let him catch his breath. Then, Dream continued with his gentle kisses, pressing his lips against George’s leg repeatedly, trailing down over his thigh, his knee, his calf, even to the bones of his ankle as he moved George’s leg along with his mouth, resting his heel on his shoulder while his other leg stayed draped over his back.

George’s giggles continued softly, no doubt still tickled by the scratches of stubble and ghosting of lips over the soft material of the thigh highs, but he still kept himself mostly composed– although, Dream wasn’t convinced he was actually composed, so much as completely lax and melted by the atmosphere of the situation.

“I love how relaxed you are,” Dream commented, tracing circles over the outer bone of George’s ankle with his thumb, making George hum and swallow against the lump in his throat. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you know how much I adore seeing you get hysterical. Or bratty.” George scoffed at this, rolling his eyes, but the smile on his face grew nonetheless. “But this is nice. I’m tickling you to pieces, and you’re just letting me, you’re just calm. It’s sweet.”

“Shut uhup…” George whined, pouting at Dream, making them both break out into happy giggles, Dream instinctively leaning down towards George to pull him in closer.

“You’re cute,” He finished, wrapping his whole hand around George’s ankle and lifting it off his shoulder. George scoffed again, letting out a sudden gasp when he felt Dream's lips ghost against the sole of his foot.

“No! Nohoho, no, nonono!” George whimpered, twisting his ankle and trying to free it from Dream’s tight grip. “Dreheam, nohohoho!”

“Shhh, it’s okay, kitty. It’s okay,” Dream soothed, voice soft, pressing soft kisses up and down the center of George’s foot.

“Noho, Dreheheam, plehehehease! Ahaha– plehehease!” He continued to plead, reaching forward to grab at Dream’s legs again, completely lost in his giggly laughter. Dream chuckled along with him, reaching his free hand forward to grab one of George’s, lacing their fingers together and squeezing comfortingly, letting George hold his hand as tight as he needed to expel the excess feelings he couldn’t get out through laughter and squirming. Dream decided to push further, letting out a playful growl and baring his teeth, nibbling incessantly on George’s arches and making him squeal in both delight and terror. “NAHAHA! Nohohoho, whyhyhy! Ihihit’s nohot fahahahair! It’s not fahahair, plehehease!”

“It is fair, baby, this is what you wanted!” Dream teased, earning a drawn out whine from his boyfriend, making him laugh happily once again, holding George’s narrow foot close to his lips so he could continue his nibbling for as long as he wanted. George’s whiny giggles continued, his hips squirming against the bed, his hand squeezing Dream’s fingers between his, his thighs shaking and feet attempting to kick. Soon enough, Dream felt something press into his cheek, and he pulled back for a moment to realize it was the plush pink pads of the paws that rested under George’s foot, his toes curled in to push just barely against his face. He smiled, watching George’s face as he blushed, whined, giggled his head off, did everything under the sun that wasn't looking back at Dream, and he could tell almost instantly that George wasn’t doing it intentionally– he probably didn’t realize he was doing it at all.

Until he did.

“Oh, do your little toe beans want attention too?” Dream teased, pushing in more, leaving George’s knee bent almost to his chest, his entire body folded in half under Dream’s body. He immediately whined and shook his head, curling his toes against the padding and throwing his free arm over his face once more. He gripped Dream’s hand tighter, pulling him closer, despite his embarrassment. “Aw, sweet boy, it’s okay. We can definitely make that happen.”

“Noho!” George squealed, tensing and whimpering when Dream’s hand grabbed around the middle of his foot. “Noho, Dreheheam, I cahan’t– I can’t take it, plehehease–“

“You can, baby, you can, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, rubbing his palm up and down George’s leg to calm him, grabbing his foot again. “You’re strong, aren’t you? My strong boy?” George couldn’t help but whimper and nod in response, and Dream smiles sweetly down at him. “Yeah, you are. You’re my good kitten. I know you can do it.”

“Mmh– Dream–“ George said with a pout, cut off by a sudden onslaught of laughter as Dream began nibbling on his toes. “AH– Dreheheheam! Oh my gohohohohod!” George squeaked, high pitched and frantic, arching his back off the bed and throwing his arm out to grab the sheets, squeezing them and Dream’s fingers equally as tightly, before falling into more helpless squirming. “Oh– GOHOHOD, Dreheheam, stohohop! Stop, stohohohop, STOHOP! Plehehehease!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna stop,” Dream reassured, barely pausing his nibbles to speak, even as George was lost in floaty hysterics underneath him. “I'm gonna stop, it’s alright, just relax, don’t worry.”

“Plehehease, please, plehehehease! Dreheheam, I cahahahan’t!” George begged, sounding utterly hopeless, and Dream could tell he was being genuine– thought, he didn’t need to do much with that observation, as George tugged him closer with the leg around his shoulders, pulling him fully in and throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Dreheheam– ah–! C’mohohon–“

“Okay, honey, okay,” Dream said through giggles, nodding along with George’s pleads, resting one hand flat on George’s tummy and rubbing gently over his hoodie, and using the other to card gently through his hair. “It’s okay, kitty, it’s alright. We’re done now, okay? You’re okay.”

“Mm–“ George whimpered, nodding, letting his hands slip down to fall onto the bed next to him, as if he was completely exhausted and holding them up was more effort than his body had left. Dream laughed at that, knowing it was an insane exaggeration, but humoring George anyway, placing both hands on George’s waist and rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the hoodie instead. He used his free hand to move George’s legs off his shoulders, letting them rest around his waist over his thighs instead, then leaned in to give George a long awaited kiss before speaking again.

“You okay?” He asked, slightly patronizing, but grinning wildly. George hummed and nodded, the smile on his face seeming permanently etched into his skin. “You liked that?” He asked, earning another nod, more eager this time. “Tired now, baby?” George nodded once more, frantically now, working up the strength to throw his arms around Dream’s neck one more time, making the other man break out into fond laughter. “Alright, baby, one second.”

Dream pressed another kiss to George’s forehead, moving them both around so he could lay next to George, pulling him in by his waist and taking his hands. He kissed the backs of George’s knuckles softly, scooting in close, and kissed him more– his forehead, then cheeks, then the tip of his nose, finally reaching his lips, where he stayed for a few moments, the two of them breaking apart and coming back together several times before finally pulling back.

“You did so good,” Dream praised, making George whine and shove his head in the pillow below him.

“Shut up,” He complained, muffled by the fabric, but Dream just laughed and hugged him tighter.

“I’m serious. You're such a good kitty, baby. My perfect kitten.” He kept his voice low, soothing, and he could already feel the way George’s body relaxed at the words.

“Hmm…” He hummed, curling himself into Dream’s chest and smiling. “Thank you.”

“Of course, my sweet boy,” Dream finished, kissing George’s head one last time before they fell into comfortable silence, only broken about ten minutes later by George’s even breathing, signaling that he’d fallen asleep at some point in that time.

Dream chuckled, closing his eyes as well, hugging George a little bit tighter as he followed suit soon after.

And, as he’d said in the beginning, they were totally, definitely, 100% coming back to the thigh highs very, very soon. He would make sure of it.

#i hope everyone enjoys this oneeeee #i was pretty nervous to post this bc of the Everything about it but #summer and mushie both seemed to really enjoy it so i’m feeling a little better now #i do love kitty george so much tho. he is so special to me. that’s my baby kitten :(#lee!george #ler!dream #cals writing #fav

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