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As Dream’s closest friends, it was only natural that Dream would have George, Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity over for a group meetup at his house. After taking a copious amount of photos and filming for nearly four days straight, the five finally collapsed onto the floor of the living room. It had been amazing to see each other together finally and they’d all embraced the others like old friends finally reunited. It didn’t take long for them to grow comfortable around each other and soon enough, at two in the morning, they were now all gathered in a circle on the floor, drinks in hand.
“So,” George said lazily, staring up at the ceiling while drawing circles on Dream’s knee with his finger. “What do you guys want to do?”
“Your mom,” Karl giggled. Sapnap snickered at the joke while George rolled his eyes.
“We could watch a movie,” Dream suggested.
“No, I’ll fall asleep,” Quackity complained, throwing his head back against the couch. “And you’d probably want to watch some weird American alligator show.”
“You do realize that living in Florida isn’t my entire personality, right?”
“I saw one yesterday outside,” Quackity shrieked. “It was huge!”
“That was a gecko.”
“Same thing,” he huffed.
“We could play truth or dare,” Sapnap suggested, taking a sip of his beer. “It’s always interesting.”
“What are we, twelve,” Dream laughed. “No.”
“It could be fun,” Karl mused, his eyes flickering toward Sapnap. “George?”
“Eh, sure.” George sat up and stared Dream down. “You’re playing.”
Dream’s face flattened. “Fine.”
George grinned. “Lovely. Oh, Quackityyyyy~”
“Yeah, yeah, democracy or whatever,” the man scowled. “Let’s play. How do you start it again?”
“I’ll go first,” Sapnap volunteered. “Karl, truth or dare?”
The man thought for a moment. “Uhm… truth.”
“Boring,” Quackity muttered. Karl just slapped him on the arm.
“Okay,” Sapnap said as he came up with a question. “When was the last time you were nude in public?”
Karl squeaked as he tried not to spit out his beer. “Oh! Uhm, actually it was last month. The Mr. Beast gang all went skinny dipping after that last video at that lake. I mean, it was pretty late at night when we got done filming and it was hot, so…”
Sapnap shrugged. “Fair enough. Go.”
Karl scanned the group briefly. “George, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he said carefully, his eyes narrowing. Quackity scoffed.
“What was the last lie you told?”
“I told Dream that I liked his haircut,” George snickered. Dream made a mock gasp and shoved the man away, who pretended to weep and collapse onto the floor. A moment later, Dream let George go back to laying his head in Dream’s lap.
“Why are all of you doing truths,” Quackity huffed. “That’s not fun.”
“Fine,” George said angrily. “Quackity, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he spat. “Give me your worst.”
“Give Sapnap a foot massage,” George cackled. Sapnap joined him and wiggled his toes in front of Quackity, who wrinkled his nose but scooted forward, reluctantly picking up the younger man’s left foot. Unfortunately, Sapnap turned out to be ticklish and immediately snatched his foot back.
“There,” Quackity huffed. “A two-second foot massage. I can’t work on an unwilling patient. Dream, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” the man said smugly.
“Do your best sexy crawl.”
Dream coughed in surprise. Then, after regaining his composure, shifted onto his hands and knees, locking eyes with Quackity across the circle. Then, he began to crawl. Swishing his hips back and forth, he grinned wildly as he slowly crawled toward the younger man, who giggled along with Karl. The rest of the group whooped and hollered. Sitting up on his haunches, Dream shuffled back to his spot.
“Sapnap, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“When was the last time you jacked off?”
Sapnap’s face suddenly turned beet red. “Eheh, last night?”
“You’re lying,” George accused. “Tell the truth Sappy.”
Sapnap’s face reddened even more as George sang his name. “Fine. An hour ago. In the bathroom.”
George burst out laughing. “I thought you were just taking a shit!”
Sapnap wrapped his arms around his legs with embarrassment after finishing off his beer. “George, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Give Dreamie a big, fat kiss on the cheek.”
“On the lips,” Karl called out.
“Wait, yeah,” Sapnap agreed. “On the lips.”
George glanced at Dream for approval and the man gave him a lazy grin, so with a deep breath, George put down his beer and sat upward, pressing a kiss against Dream’s lips. Quackity whistled but it was already over. George went back to laying on his lap, though both had a clear blush. “Dream, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Who would you have a threesome with in this room?”
“Probably you and Karl,” Dream laughed. “You two just seem the most attractive, I guess.”
“Submissive and breedable,” Karl grinned, making a fuckboy face. “Fuck yeahhhhh.”
“DNF confirmed,” Quackity cried out. “DNF confirmed! It’s out! We all know!”
“Quackity, truth or dare,” Dream asked, smirking lightly.
“Dare.”
“Give Karl a lap dance.”
“OOOOOOhhhhhhh,” Karl sang. “Come here, big guy.”
Laughing awkwardly, Quackity crawled over and began to clumsily give him a lap dance, more falling on top of him and flopping than dancing. But twenty seconds later, Quackity deemed it long enough and climbed off. Both had a clear blush but Quackity fought it off well.
“Karl, truth or dare?”
“Dare, I guess?”
“Spend ten minutes on Sapnap’s lap,” Quackity ordered. Sighing, Karl climbed over to Sapnap and curled up in the man’s lap, who smiled coyly and wrapped his arms around him.
“Okay,” Karl hummed. “Sapnap, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Sapnap grinned. “I don’t think I could do a dare with you on my lap.”
“Where else are you ticklish, other than your feet?”
Sapnap's breath hitched. “No.”
“Just answer the question,” Karl purred in his ear, running a delicate hand along the back of Sapnap’s neck. He could’ve sworn the man shuddered at the touch.
“Literally everywhere,” the man squeaked nervously. “It’s horrible.”
“Alright,” Karl hummed mischievously. “I’ll take note of that.”
“Please don’t,” he whimpered. “Dream, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he replied coolly, beginning what seemed to be his third beer. “Do something interesting; I’m bored.”
“Hump a pillow for twenty seconds.”
Dream’s jaw dropped but he quickly closed it and grabbed a pillow from the couch. Moving to the center of the circle and muttering to himself, he began to grind down on the pillow, biting his lip. Nobody said a word, though Sapnap was whispering something into Karl’s ear, Karl giggling as he shifted tauntingly on Sapnap’s lap. After the twenty seconds was up, Dream went back to his spot but kept the pillow on his lap.
“Quackity, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he yawned, standing up. “I can answer while I grab another beer.”
“Fuck, marry, kill out of us in the room.”
“I’d say fuck Karl,” Quackity mused as he walked to the fridge and grabbed another beer. Popping off the lid, he went back to his seat. “Marry Dream and kill Georgie for being a shit manager.”
“I’ll quit on you, you bastard,” George warned.
“Please do.”
Quackity took a large swig of beer. “George, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” the man sang through his buzz.
“Give Dreamie a-” Quackity made a popping sound with his mouth and grinned wildly as the group stared at him.
“Dream?” George stared at Dream as if to once again ask if he was okay with it.
“Have you ever given dunderhead before,” Karl asked through a giggle, making Sapnap tighten his lips at the movement on his hips.
“Once when I was a teenager at a friend’s house,” George told them somewhat coolly. “Dream, you want me to?”
“Fuck,” Dream chuckled. “I mean, yeah. Head is head, I guess. I wouldn’t exactly turn it down.”
“Okay, you ready?” George positioned himself in front of him.
“Oh my gods, he’s actually going to do it,” Quackity half-giggled, half-squealed. Karl giggled in agreement. Sapnap seemed lost in a trance.
“Yeah,” Dream responded, helping him undo his pants. A moment later, his cock was out and his face was completely red due to his exposed part. George, however, didn’t seem embarrassed at all, just going straight to work with his ass in the air. He began with kitten licks on the tip, making Dream curse lightly. To stare down and see George playing with him like that… god, he was in heaven. George licked a long stripe on the underside and Dream laughed from the sheer pleasure. “Oh, fuck, George.”
Gaining more confidence, George wrapped his lips around Dream’s cock and pressed down, slowly bobbing up and down. Dream’s hand eventually found its way into George’s hair, carefully guiding him up and down. To George, with his mouth around Dream’s cock while everyone watched with Dream’s fingers raking along his scalp, it didn’t seem real. George hummed from the pleasure, sending vibrations straight to Dream’s balls.
Dream moaned, blushing as he leaned backward and took another gulp of beer. “Ah, that’s it. There you go. Fuck.”
The energy in the room seemed to shift at that moment, moving from a fun, playful, drunk vibe to a more intimate, bonding type of energy. Everyone seemed to sense it, too. As Dream began to lose himself with George wrapped around him, Quackity seemed to be unable to tear his eyes away, and Sapnap was becoming more and more uncomfortable with Karl grinding down on his lap.
“You can stop now,” Quackity murmured. “George, you’re good. That was the dare. You don’t have to finish.”
George hummed one last time and pulled off Dream’s cock with a pop, saliva drooling from his mouth. A coy smile spread on his face, staring at Dream before turning to Quackity.
“Truth or dare, Quackity?”
“I just went,” the man exclaimed.
“So?”
Quackity gulped as he stared into George’s lust-filled eyes, aware of the question he was really asking. Participate or not.
“Dare,” Quackity breathed. “I choose dare.”
Amusement flickered in George’s eyes as he shifted closer. “Take your shirt off and let me kiss wherever I want.”
One moment of pure tension passed before Quackity began to undo the buttons on his button-down. The entire group was aware of what exactly Quackity just agreed to and seemed to have no complaints; Dream was shamelessly pumping his own cock while Karl began to mercilessly grind down on poor Sapnap, who’d begun to curse like a sailor in Karl’s ear. Quackity finished removing his shirt and George wasted no time straddling him and peppering kisses on his chest. Quackity leaned back against the couch and sucked in a breath, but George looked up at him and smiled.
“Go on,” George reminded him. “The game’s still going.”
Quackity nodded, looking up at the other three friends. “Karl, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Karl breathed with excitement. “What is it?”
“Let Dream prep you.”
Karl’s eyes widened and looked toward Dream, but he was already standing up and leaving the room, probably to grab some lube. Until he got back a moment later, Karl made himself busy by removing his pants and kissing Sapnap while he palmed himself through his boxers. Sapnap just did the same.
“Truth or dare, Sapnap,” Dream asked, returning to the room and motioning for Karl to get off his lap. He whined but obeyed, positioning his ass right in front of Dream, who’d just knelt down with the bottle in his hand.
“Dare,” Sapnap huffed.
“Blindfold yourself and let Karl give you head while I prep him,” Dream said wickedly. “You won’t know if I make him bite or if he chooses to tickle you.”
Sapnap whimpered but the thought of having Karl wrapped around his cock made him unbutton his pants faster than the speed of light. Chuckling, Dream let Karl situate himself over Sapnap’s lap before tugging down the man’s underwear and kneading his ass. Karl wiggled his ass in response, his muscles twitching at each of Dream’s touches. After coating his fingers with lube, he slowly began to prod at his asshole.
Meanwhile, George and Quackity had sunk to the floor with George still straddling the other man. He whimpered as George bit lightly at his nipples but didn’t complain, just keeping his hands over his head.
“Quackity, truth or dare,” Sapnap groaned, practically melting due to Karl’s tongue.
“Dare.”
“Tell George of a fantasy you’ve always wanted.”
Truth or dare had now transformed into something other than just truth or dare. They’d turned into consent. Dare meant yes, I want to keep going, whether that actually resulted in a command or question. Truth was now ‘stop’ or ‘tap out’. Everyone seemed to be aware of the unspoken rule now, too.
Quackity sighed as George made his way farther down to his hips. “I want to fuck your mouth, completely ruin you. God, I want it so badly. I want to be powerful and to make you know it. I want you to worship me like a fucking god.”
George stopped kissing him and glanced up at him knowingly, silently agreeing to the fantasy, letting them all know he’d agree to being dared to do so.
“Truth or dare, Dream,” Quackity asked in delight.
“Dare,” Dream grinned, pushing two fingers into Karl, which earned a muffled moan, the vibrations of which sent Sapnap into a moaning mess.
“Put three fingers in.”
Dream did as he was told, making Karl take his mouth off of Sapnap and arch his back.
“Oh,” Karl gasped as Dream wiggled his finger against his prostate. “Shit.”
“Truth or dare, George?”
“Dare.”
“Let Quackity face fuck you.”
George smiled wildly at Dream before giving Quackity fuck-me eyes, which sent him off, flipping them over so George was on the bottom. Straddling him, Quackity quickly undid his belt and pants, pulling out his cock. Grinning crookedly, he slapped it against George’s cheek lightly.
“Ask your question,” Quackity purred at the man. “I don’t like to wait.”
George grinned brattily. “Karl, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he called over, breathless as he pulled off of Sapnap’s thick cock.
“Turn over and let Dream fuck you,” George ordered before having Quackity’s cock shoved into his mouth roughly. He gagged but didn’t fight back as Quackity grabbed the back of George’s head and thrusted downward.
To Sapnap’s despair, Karl moved away from him and flipped onto his back, staring up lustfully at Dream, was removing his clothes. Karl quickly did the same with his shirt. With both men now fully naked, Dream lowered himself on top of Karl and began to align his lubed-up cock with Karl’s hole. He pushed in with a groan and Karl let out a sultry moan, feeling each inch of Dream’s long cock.
“Sapnap,” Karl cried out. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he groaned.
“Take your blindfold off and put it around your wrists,” Karl told him between moans. “Oh, please, Dream! Sap, watch him fuck me, ohhhhh. No touching yourself.”
Sapnap whimpered, removing the blindfold and tying his own hands behind his back. His hips rocked in place, searching for any sort of friction just to find none. It was torture and he knew it. And he loved it. “Please… Quackity, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” the man grunted, still ruthlessly fucking George’s throat, whose face was red but still took his cock like a champion. “There you go, you little slut.”
“Come here and let me fuck you,” Sapnap practically begged him. “I saw George sneakily prepping you while he kissed you. I know you can take it.”
Quackity paused, pulling out of George, who gasped for breath beneath him.
“Cheater,” Karl gasped, his entire body rocking beneath Dream’s steady thrusts.
“Alright,” Quackity breathed, climbing off George to move in front of Sapnap. “How do you want me?”
“Hands and knees,” he growled. Quackity obeyed and Sapnap snatched his hands from underneath him, tying them behind his back with the blindfold. Quackity grunted as his face dug into the carpet but didn’t complain, almost surprised at himself that he was into being such a switch.
Dream tossed Sapnap the lube and he lathered up both his fingers and cock, pushing a few experimental fingers into the man’s ass. Sure enough, it was loose, but Quackity still moaned into the floor.
“George,” he cried out. “Go prep yourself for Dream. Beg for him.”
George nodded and took the lube from Sapnap, laying himself right next to Karl before removing his clothes and prodding at his own asshole, which was on display for Dream to see. For Dream, it was insane, seeing both men he wanted a threesome with sprawled out in front of him, begging for his cock. It only made him thrust harder into Karl, whose eyes had begun to roll to the back of his head. As George pressed a finger into his own ass, Sapnap pushed his dick into Quackity. The black-haired man practically screamed at the invasion, but his screams quickly turned to moans as Sapnap roughly began to rub against his prostate.
“Dream, please,” George whined, pressing a second finger in. “Please, I need you. Fuck. Karl, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he moaned, rocking with Dream’s pace quickly becoming unsteady.
“Make the most sexual moan you can make,” George whimpered. “Dream, pleaseeee.”
Karl waited four seconds before letting out the most pornographic moan one could ever hear. The entire group seemed to shudder from it, but it completely sent Dream off the edge, thrusting into Karl one last time before cumming into the man’s ass. Karl came a second after that, spilling all over their chests and whimpering as Dream pulled out.
“Dream, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he murmured, his eyes alight with green fire.
“Go rim George,” Karl told with a tired smile. “Make him feel good before you fuck him like you did to me.”
George met Dream’s gaze with pleading eyes. Slowly, Dream moved over in front of George, who pulled his fingers out of himself and exhaled with anticipation.
“Sapnap, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he grunted, still fucking Quackity from behind.
“Hilt out,” Dream grinned before lowering himself down to George’s ass. Sticking his tongue out, he began to press against George’s muscles, testing them out as he tried to get in, which surprisingly wasn’t that difficult. As George sharply inhaled with a sudden intrusion, Quackity screamed as Sapnap did as he was told, grinning viciously as he took was his.
“You’re fucking mine,” Sapnap growled, his balls slapping against Quackity’s skin. “Don’t forget it. “Quackity, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Stop hiding those pretty moans,” he cooed. “I want to hear every single one. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
Quackity moaned loudly, partly because of the command and partly because of how turned on Sapnap’s words made him. Arching his back, he pressed back into the man’s cock and let him hear his moans, every ‘please’ and curse word he could muster.
“Karl,” Quackity gasped. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Karl answered excitedly, having regained their energy after a few moments of rest.
“Come here and kiss me.”
Karl shuddered at the request and Sapnap slowed his thrusts momentarily, releasing Quackity’s arms so Karl could slide underneath both of them, with Quackity now on top of Karl, both moaning messes, Sapnap continued to fuck into Quackity, giving him the correct pace to coordinate with Karl on terms of kisses.
“George,” Karl whimpered. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” George replied, completely in his own headspace with Dream’s face shoved up his ass.
“Let Dream fuck you.”
Dream grinned at that, sitting up with lather his own cock with lube. George whimpered but didn’t shy away, instead wrapping his legs around Dream’s waist as he lowered himself down onto him and pressed in. George let out a long moan, taking in each inch of Dream’s cock. God, he felt so full.
“Fuck,” Dream murmured, his already-hard cock slowly pumping in and out of the man below him. “Fucckk.”
Nobody made any dares for a while, everyone busy fucking or getting fucked. Two minutes passed before Quackity began to ramble.
“I’m gonna cum,” he murmured between kisses with Karl, bringing a hand to his own cock. “Fuck, Sap, I gonna cum.”
“Do it, baby,” Sapnap groaned, his own hips stuttering. “Cum for me and be a good boy.”
Quackity moaned, hungrily attacking Karl’s mouth for a few seconds before throwing his head back and shooting his load all over both of them. As Quackity took a few deep breaths, becoming more and more overstimulated as Sapnap continued to fuck him, Karl stared at Quackity as if he was the last man on earth and his only love. Karl brought him into another kiss, as intimate as it could be. Quackity melted into it.
“Fuck,” Sapnap bellowed, his own hips thrusting one last time and shooting cum into Quackity’s ass. They both groaned as Sapnap pulled out, cum leaking out of Quackity’s ass. “There we go.”
As the three men settled on top of each other, Dream and George found their climaxes as well, screaming out as they shot their loads onto and into each other. Eventually, they all laid down on the floor, taking heavy breaths and simmering in their ecstasy.
“Dream,” George said finally, looking over at the blond man lying beside him. “Truth or dare?”
The man huffed with amusement, his eyes flickering over to George. “Dare. What do you want?”
“Get me a blanket.”