“You know,” his voice brightened with a teasing tone so familiar it lit a spark in Dream’s chest, body already feeling lighter in preparation for whatever it was about to come out of the man’s mouth next. “If you married me, you wouldn’t be so lonely.”
Dream had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to marry George for him to be able to live in the US.
“Ew, Dream,” George groaned. “No one does that with a dog. Ew.”
“What? No ew,” Dream pulled away, looking at George with an indignant glint in his eye. “I’m also not a dog though, I’m me, I just want to pretend to be a dog. Puppy play!”
George frowned. “Puppy play.”
“Yes. You know, like catgirls? Except I’m like a uh… dog boy?” Dream frowned at the term, unsure if it was the correct usage of it. “Doesn’t matter what it’s called, I’ll wear the ears, you tell me I’m a good dog, and I fuck you. Deal?”