#dnf fluff

George knew Dream would be excited to see him. Truth be told, he's been anxious to see Dream too. He was supposed to stay in London until the end of February, come back to celebrate Sapnap's birthday, and then go to LA and stay with Larray for those last few weeks while the renovations wrapped up.

Damn it though, George just couldn't wait. He misses hearing Dream's voice in person. He missed Dream's arms around him.

He missed Dream's lips on his own.

And other things.

But yeah, the moment George walks through the door and sets his suitcase next to the kitchen island, limbs weary from an eight hour flight in economy class because first class had been filled, it becomes very obvious that Dream missed him just as much.

Probably more.

"George!" Dream runs up to him, sliding on the tile floor and nearly crashing into the refrigerator behind him. George can't help but giggle at Dream's case of the "George zoomies" as he calls them.

Dream laughs a little bit too as he wraps George in a crushing hug, and it's music to George's ears.

That is, until Dream stops both of their laughter with hot lips pressed eagerly against his own.

"George," Dream pulls away for a fraction of a second to whisper against George's lips. "God, I missed you so much."

"Yeah... I can tell," George manages to say before Dream kisses him again and again and again.

Firm hands squeeze his waist, then slide lower, dip back behind his knees and hoist George up into his arms before setting him on the countertop.

"Dream," George mumbles against Dream's lips. "You know there are more comfortable places to do this. The sofa is right over... Wait, where is the sofa?"

"In the garage." Dream pushes George back a little and then climbs up onto the countertop, pushing aside papers that flutter to the ground. "Painters are coming tomorrow."

"Ok, then what about your room?" George keens when Dream nuzzles into his neck and peppers every inch with kisses.

"Patches was in there with me," Dream quickly explains. "And you surprised me so I didn't have time to clean."

"The daybed in your office?"

"George," Dream's voice turns serious as he leans closer, planting one hand on the countertop behind George while Dream presses the other into George's thigh. "I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and I'd love to have a proper reunion but this is all I have time for."

"Oh," George says, breath hitching in his throat as he braces himself with one arm and reaches with the other to cup Dream's stubbled jaw. He looks up into Dream's eyes, into green pools filled with longing, with raw desire, with shut up and kiss me already.

So he does.

And when they've kissed each other enough – more than enough actually – Dream carries George up the stairs to his new room, lays him on his bed and kisses him once more, long and slow, and with the promise of more, before leaving to go to his meeting.

A meeting that Dream leaves after only five minutes because George sent him a rather suggestive text that Dream couldn't ignore.

An hour later, after they had a proper reunion and are laying in George's bed, limbs tangled and bodies practically fused together, Dream gently kisses George's forehead and George lifts his chin to connect their lips once more.

"Now that's what I call a proper welcome." George says, sneaking one more kiss before he snuggles even closer.

"You know," Dream muses, running his fingers through George's hair. "I think you're right. This was better than the kitchen countertop. Way better."

"Told you."