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There were so many things about Dream that attracted Hob. From their very first meeting, he attracted to him with his unearthly beauty, grace and velvety voice. In fact, Hob never believed that he could ever win his favor the way he really wanted, especially after the incident in 1889, so he did not entertain false hopes. To be called his friend was already a privilege, and the loneliness in his heart Hob drowned out with temporary lovers.
If for a short-lived relationship he chose women, then they could be of any physique, height, skin color. He liked all women, even those who were not part of his type. But if Hob wanted to spend the night with men, then it was sure to be tall, slender brunettes. None of them, of course, were the least bit unlike Morpheus, and if Hob's relationship went beyond three nights spent, he would begin to feel guilty towards his partners for using them to tame his own feelings for his Stranger.
And then Hob found out who Dream really was. And that he is aware of all Hob's dreams about him, which he kept in himself for many centuries. Hob was not ashamed of his love for Dream, but he was so terribly afraid of losing him because of it that he began to panic until Dream showed his feelings were reciprocated with the most magical kiss Hob had ever had.
Dream repeated the consequences of a close relationship with the Endless many times, but Hob felt more advantages than disadvantages. The hardest thing in dating Dream is his character, and Hob adapted to it. Everything else turned out to be trifles.
The main advantage of sharing a bed with the King of Dreams is that he knows about all your desires. Dream sees and hears Hob's dreams, even the most secret and dirty, and he fulfills them both in the Dream and in the Waking world. Dream knew about all of Hob's kinks and never missed a chance to remind him how much he knew. In the Dreaming, Dream often appeared much taller, sometimes so much so that the man's nose rested against his stomach, because he knew: Hob likes it.
Dream is by far the best partner that Hob has had (and the competition, by the way, is very huge). Hob will forgive him anything, any rudeness or accusation, since he dreamed of his kisses for too long to be offended.
Hob was used to the fact that Dream could appear at his house at any moment, and was always ready to meet him. Often even upset when after work he was met only by empty walls, but he understood why his lover could not be with him every day.
Dream liked to make surprises. When Hob returned to the empty house again, he only sighed and went to the shower to wash away all the stress of the day. But when he left the bathroom, he was no longer alone. Hob always closed all the doors in the house before leaving for work, and when the door to his bedroom was open, he knew that someone was waiting for him behind it. And he knew exactly who it was.
A smile involuntarily adorned his face, and Hob walked leisurely into the room. In his large bed, on white sheets, Morpheus lay gracefully like a cat in his long black cloak (Hob could have sworn that only a naked body was underneath). In principle, Dream often appeared like this. Except for one.
Hob swallowed. Dream's hair. It was much longer than he wore in this century. Almost the same length as in Hob's hated year 1689. Hob didn't think about his hair then, he was more concerned about food, but then, when things got better and he looked like a normal man again, he remembered this hair, imagined combing it, and then wrapping it around his fist for a rough kiss.
Dream's lips twisted into a sly smirk.
“Good evening, Hob.” he rolled onto his side and rested his head on his hand. The look with which Morpheus looked at Hob can be called a real sin without exaggeration.
“Have you entered my head again, love?” Hob chuckled, and he couldn't wait to touch that silky black hair.
“Your dreams are too loud”. Dream said in an accusing tone, but with a twinkle in his eyes.
God, Hob missed those blue eyes. They spent the last few nights together only in the Dreaming, where Dream's eyes turn into stars. Hob loves all the incarnations of his lover, but it doesn't stop him from missing the one he hasn't seen for too long.
“You are always so attentive to my dreams, Dream.” Hob's voice dropped an octave lower. He slowly walked over to the bed, knelt down on it, nestling between Dream's legs, and put his hand on his neck when he got close enough. “I think it’s my turn to make your wishes come true.”
He approached Dream's face, holding his hand tightly on the back of his neck, ready to kiss, but not kissing, but only looking deep into the eyes he loved.
"I'm not human, Hob," Dream decided to remind him, and his gaze dropped to the lips opposite, "I don't have preferences."
“Liar.”
Hob kissed him greedily, gently resting his head on the pillows and hovering over his body. He can't get into Dream's mind, can't see his dreams, but that doesn't mean Hob doesn't know what Dream loves. After all, Hob considers himself a reasonably considerate lover, especially when it comes to his old friend.
His free hand slipped under the black cloak and rested on his bare thigh. Hob stroked his soft skin as Dream bit his lower lip and pulled the man to him by the edges of the white T-shirt that Hob was going to sleep in tonight.
Hob's hand rose higher, fingers clenched briefly on the protruding hipbone, but stopped at her waist. As Hob thought, Dream's cape was his only piece of clothing.
Hob pulled away from the lips and looked in awe at Dream's face, wanting more caresses. Despite all the stubbornness and pride, despite all the denials, Hob knew that Dream loved to be caressed.
“I know your preferences, dear heart,” Hob left a light kiss on Dream’s jawline and began to make a path of the same kisses to his ear, “maybe not all, but I definitely know what you like.” He whispered, gently biting Dream's earlobe, and then licked his ear, feeling Dream exhale nervously.
The cloak turned to sand and exposed the body of Morpheus. His hands slid under Hob's T-shirt, fingers running down his strong back, short, neat fingernails scratching lightly at his belly, and his palms rested on his chest. Oh, Hob knew how much Dream liked his chest, how much he loved to lay on it and kiss it. Hob will never forget the look that Dream first looked at his naked body, and with what admiration Dream played with the hair on his chest while riding on him.
“You love my body.” Hob purred in his ear and pulled back to take off his shirt. He took his time back with the kisses, enjoying the hungry look Dream gave him as he slowly lowered his eyes from his face to his torso.
Dream carefully and gently stroked the strong muscles, as if touching them for the first time. Hob didn't understand how he could look so innocent and sinful at the same time, and it drove him crazy.
Hob sank down again to face Morpheus. Dream already succumbed to meet him, wanting to catch his lips by his, but Hob kissed only his cheek, and Dream needed all the strength of will not to groan in disappointment.
“You also love kissing, Dream,” Hob switched back to a low whisper, uttering the words almost into his lover’s lips, “especially with his tongue. You love it when I suddenly put it in your mouth.”
Without giving Dream a chance to refute, Hob kissed him, intertwining their tongues in a dirty kiss with vulgar sounds. His fingers curled around Morpheus's thighs, pressing them against him.
Another thing that drives Dream crazy is touch. He melted from the warmth of someone else's skin, from Hob's hands, wherever they were, and the long loss of physical contact caused him irritation and loss of excitement. Even if Hob just wanted to admire the most magnificent creature in the world, he couldn't stop his touch.
Therefore, Hob's hands did not leave the sinewy body. He touched his legs, his thighs, his belly, his chest, his shoulders, giving Dream no reason to complain about the cold from lack of contact.
Willingly or not, Dream clung to Hob, tightly squeezed him in his arms, feeling his chest with his. He has no heart, but Hob felt his own beating for the both of them.
Breaking the kiss for air, Hob immediately lowered his lips to his neck. He kissed it and instantly bit Dream's Adam's apple, pulling the first magic moan out of him.
If Hob ever loses his mind, only Dream will be to blame. No matter how many times they had already done this, each time he choked when he heard the sounds that Dream made. He had no idea how loud the King of Dreams could be. Hob reveled in his moans and screams, made him even louder and didn't hide how much he liked it. The usually quiet and silent Dream, moaning louder than the most depraved whore, woke up a lot more kinks in Hob than he should.
“You like to leave marks on me and have strangers ask me about them.” Hob continued after unclenching the teeth on Morpheus's neck. He could already feel how kissing and stroking alone was enough to harden Dream's cock and press against his own through the thin fabric of his boxers.
Dream mumbled something and gasped loudly as Hob gently bit his nipple. Dream's fingers gripped the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer.
"You don't need to be stretched, but you love to feel my fingers inside." Without looking up from Dream's chest, Hob touched his anus with his fingertip. Either a touch or a word, but some of it caused a massive tremor throughout Dream's body.
“Hob…” Dream breathed out in his inhuman voice. Hob returned to the neck and bit down again, leaving a small red mark on the snow-white skin.
The lips stopped caressing Dream, but only because Hob wanted to see the look on his lover's face. Of his own accord, Hob placed two fingers on Dream's lips, stroked them gently, and almost choked on the air at how abruptly Dream took them into his mouth. His tongue licked each finger individually, as if drawing intricate patterns with his saliva, and yet Dream didn't break eye contact with Hob.
The blue eyes had darkened so much that they were completely black again, almost like in the Dreaming. Hob could see distant mesmerizing stars twinkling in them. Dream could do amazing things with his tongue even with just his fingers.
“You will be my undoing, I swear.” Hob breathed, not hiding the adoration in his voice. Dream chuckled, lightly pinching Hob's fingers between his teeth.
Hob pulled them out and kissed Dream again, who moaned against his lips like they hadn't kissed in ages. This moan was immediately followed by another, louder and more passionate, when Hob entered him with one finger.
His inhuman body really didn't need any lubrication or stretching, it could adapt to anything without feeling pain, but Hob could perfectly see Dream being choked by his fingers, so he used them as often as possible.
The second finger was added rather quickly, and the groan that followed was also a growl at the same time. Dream reached for Hob's lips as he decided to break the kiss to return to idolizing his body. Hob kissed and bit his collarbone, moving his fingers inside Dream. Touching the sensitive walls, he turned them several times, and then, finding the right point, bent them. And, oh god, the loud sound that escaped Dream's lips was neither a scream nor a groan. This is something much more than any of the above, something so unearthly, beautiful and sinful that it cannot be described in words. Dream arched his back and dug his nails into Hob's back, leaning his head back against the pillows.
Continuing the sweet torture, Hob finally touched the hair that started it all. He kissed the soft curls, pushing them away from his lover's face, and buried his nose in them, inhaling the sweetest scent in existence.
The next twist of the fingers knocked the spirit out of more than just Dream. Hob practically howled when he heard what his lover was publishing. Dream purred. It wasn't the first time this had happened during their lovemaking, but it seemed like it to Hob every time. A deep languid rumbling awakened something wild and animal in him, made him lose control. Hob kissed Dream passionately for the last time, sucking on his tongue, after which his lips began to decisively sink lower and lower.
When the kisses reached the lower abdomen, three fingers were already bent inside Dream, and Dream himself tossed and turned on the sheets, making the most unearthly sounds, and sat down on them, wanting to feel even more. Grinning, Hob suddenly licked Dream's cock from base to head and pulled away just as suddenly, causing Dream to whine.
Hob didn't voice Dream's next preference because he knew it would hurt his pride. Dream really liked it when Hob teased him when he made him beg for more. This feature is included in Hob's top favorite kinks of his adored Dream. Without so much experience behind him, he could come just from the sight of Dream moving his hips, trying to get Hob to stick his fingers deeper, how he moans in silent plea and how his body desperately needs to be touched.
"You're crazy about my stubble." Hob said instead, his cheek resting on his perfectly smooth thigh. When did Dream manage to throw his leg over his shoulder?
All this time, Hob remained in boxers, whose fabric pressed so much that it already hurt. Hob pulled his fingers out of the Dream to get rid of them, and that frustrated and pleading moan would have stopped his heart if he had remained mortal.
Hob wanted him so badly right now, but he still had enough composure to keep playing with his beloved king's fetishes. He kissed the thigh several times, left a small bite on it, then carefully lowered it from his shoulder and kissed the knee.
"Hob..." Dream's voice was commanding, almost menacing.
“Yes, my love?” Hob chuckled. He pressed against Dream hard enough that he could feel his cock where his fingers had been just a short while ago.
Dream's hands tightened on the sheets, he moved his hips, wanting to feel Hob inside him, but Hob moved in the opposite direction. He looked down at Dream with a sly grin, straight into dark, displeased eyes.
"Hob Gadling," Morpheus repeated as haughtily as his position allowed, "go on." He commanded.
“Ask me, Dream.”
The hands went back to work, touching and caressing Dream's entire body, causing him to shiver a little. Hob's cock touched Dream's anus, and one light push would have been enough to enter him, but he did not, only rubbed and teased, not allowing Dream to impale on his own.
Dream whimpered as another attempt failed, and Hob couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Dream step over his pride every time was his favorite part of having sex with him.
Hob put one hand on Dream's head, digging into his hair so that his fingers touched the delicate scalp — one of the most sensitive points of Morpheus. Dream gasped, throwing his head back to the caressing hand.
“Hob, please...” he whined, closing his eyes. "Hob, I want to feel you."
“How can I refuse my king?”
Hob slammed into Dream with a single jerk, eliciting a loud scream from him. Dream grabbed onto Hob like a lifeline, arching his back inhumanly and wrapping his legs around Hob's torso, preventing Hob from pulling away.
Hob could forever look at the open mouth, at the twitching eyelashes, at the quivering Adam's apple. Dream was a true work of art, and Hob could have died from how much he loved him. Being able to touch him like that, kiss him, hear him whisper his name — it's more like a dream than a reality.
“You are wonderful, Dream.” Hob breathed, pressing his lips against his and beginning to move inside his pliant body.
Dream's loud moans were not drowned out even by a kiss. Hob's fingers gripped his thighs so hard that if Dream had been human, the alabaster skin would have bruised. Dream was able to remove any traces of their time spent from his body, was able to make sure that neither hickeys nor bites remained on him, but he did not want to do it. He walked around with these small marks, sometimes hidden with a cloak, coat or shirt collar, but left them for as long as he liked.
Thinking about it, Hob couldn't help but leave another red spot on his bulging collarbone. With each push, Dream grew louder, his voice sounding unusually high, causing Hob to lose his composure.
Hob slowed down and forced Dream to unclench his legs on his torso. He bit his lip at how languid and suffering Dream's next moan was.
Dream's hand rested on Hob's cheek, his thumb caressing his lips, which were equally swollen on both of them.
“You are so beautiful, Hob.” Dream's eyes shone with infinite love. Hob covered his hand with his and kissed the inside of his palm.
“You have no idea how hard I'm in love with you.”
“Do i?” Dream chuckled. Oh, of course he did, he saw what was going on in Hob's mind and how much he thought about him.
Hob chuckled. He put Dream's leg on his shoulder again, changing the angle of penetration, and made a new push, hitting the same place inside. Dream's scream was like the sound of thunder, his eyes rolled back and his legs trembled. Hob moaned low as he kissed Dream's leg and quickly picked up the pace.
Dream loved it when Hob combined affection and rudeness. Hands caressed his belly, chest, neck, legs, face — Dream's entire body, while Hob's cock was driven hard and rough into his ass. Dream was trembling on the bed, arching like a cat and moving towards the thrusts, demanding more and deeper.
While one hand was scratching Hob's chest, the other found his hand and laced its fingers with it. Hob pressed his forehead against Dream's, whispering words of praise to him.
Dream rarely spoke, he couldn't even if he wanted to. Moaning too often, screaming too loud, too much, too much, too much...
“I love you so much.”
“I…ah…” Dream opened his eyes to look at him. “I know.”
«Me too» didn't sound, but Hob could hear the words as he looked into his lover's bottomless eyes. Dream looked on with a tenderness that no human could ever reach.
Hob clenched his hand on Dream's cock and his teeth on his shoulder. Dream greedily gasped for air, although he didn't need to breathe, and pushed into his palm
Hob no longer saw or heard anything but Dream. His whole world fit on this bed. Dream's insides are so cramped and hot and good that Hob marvels at his own stamina, wondering how he manages to hold on for so long when the most adorable creature in the world trembles in his arms and whispers his name between moans.
“You like to feel filled by me, right?” Hob licked Dream's bottom lip, who didn't let him pull away, demanding more kisses and less talking. The king felt that Hob's garrulous tongue needed another use.
The last thrusts were the deepest and sharpest, after which Hob's eyes went dark as he came inside Dream. Dream licked his neck and bit his shoulder, his whole body trembling from the feeling of fullness. A few more hand movements were enough for him to let out a last moan, hugging Hob as if he could leave him at that moment.
Catching his breath, Hob kissed Dream affectionately on the temple, fell back onto the pillows, and dragged him onto his chest. His ears were ringing, the stars were still dancing in his eyes, and his heart was beating wildly. He felt soft hair on his skin and was already looking forward to how in the morning he would persuade Dream to let him comb it.
Dream buried his nose in his neck and was still trembling finely. He seemed so defenseless and helpless, clinging to Hob, that he forgot how powerful his partner really was. With him now was not the Lord of Dreams, not the Endless, but only Dream. His Dream, in need of affection and love.
“You really consider me, Hob.” Dream purred in his ear.
“As it turned out, not only you can control dreams of others.” Hob kissed the dark hair again.
He rolled onto his side, hugging Dream like a plush toy.
“I should thank you for such insight in due course.” Dream lifted his head to give his beloved one last kiss, the most tender of all the previous ones, the most innocent and loving. “Sleep, Hob. I will meet you on the other side.”
"Only if you don't leave in the morning." muttered Hob, unable to open his eyes.
Dream smiled. The last thing Hob felt before the world dissolved was the appearance of a warm blanket on his shoulders and the disappearance of a sticky seed on his stomach. Another benefit of sleeping with Dream of the Endless is that you don't have to shower every time you have sex with him.