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"Wait, it needs to be, like, closer." Dream squints at the camera open on his phone screen, tilting it in frustration as he tries to get the best shot possible.

"If it gets any closer, they can't tell what's going on," George argues, his thighs already starting to tremble from the strain of holding the position. "And they're not supposed to know, idiot. We'd get banned."

"Okay, but like, they have to *guess*," Dream argues, rolling his eyes. "That was the point of the kiss snap too. They need to have enough to make deductions."

"Whatever," George whines, gripping the headboard hard enough that his knuckles have started to turn white. "Hurry up."

"Just, dude, just sit on my face. It's fine. I can hold your weight."

"Then my balls will *actually* be on your tongue, Dream," George points out, shifting nervously and hoping that his boxers are dark enough to hide the way he's starting to fill out. His balls being in such close proximity to Dream's tongue was already bad enough. But actually resting on it? You might as well shoot him.

"It's fine," Dream states, pulling on George's knee until he has no choice but to sit down, his thighs bracketing Dream's head and blocking his sight. "But you have to take the photo now because I can't fucking-- I can't see anything with your ass in the way."

*Click!*