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It's more the emotion behind it. Morpheus is annoyed at me, Dream is amused by me. And I am happy to report in our long time together, you've only been Morpheus that one time.

[ But it was a doozy! Hob hadn't been afraid of what his friend would do to him, maybe that was stupid, maybe he should have been, but he is so soft on him. Being cut off was far more of a punishment than anything else, it was something he felt he couldn't actually bear. But then he had to. He will do anything to keep that from happening again, from that uncertain feeling if they'd meet again. Sex complicates everything, but he hopes their trust and affection as friends will make it work. He isn't asking anything from Dream that he wouldn't give freely.

It is truly endearing to see how seriously Dream is taking his question and while his ego would probably like a very quick yes, he knows his soon-to-be lover has to think all things through. And he gets the yes. That is what matters.

Until now much of their kissing has been exploratory, learning one another, and now that their feelings are clear, Hob lets himself off the leash. He cups Dream's face with his hand and snakes the other arm around his back, tugging him back close to his body, and then he kisses him with pure and unfettered passion. His hunger is intense and his hand sneaks under Dream's shirt to feel the soft skin of his back.

Hob pulls him toward the bed, kissing him until he can't breathe and taking a gasp only to kiss him again. He needs this, he needs it more than oxygen. He sits on the end of the bed, finally breaking the kiss although he doesn't want to, framing Dream's hips with his hands. ]

Can I take off your clothes? Can I put my mouth on you?

[ Maybe he just wants to keep hearing that yes, over and over again.]

[ dream isn't inexperienced but he is very old and he's particular and peculiar about who he opens himself up to. but, he supposes he's been opening himself up to hob for awhile now, hasn't he? he's one of the very few people that dream's been seeing on a consistent basis and one of those people that he's wanted to see, even.

and now, here they are, in hob's flat, about to take a step across one of the lines of their friendship and into something completely different. it's exciting and a little anxiety inducing because he doesn't want to do it wrong. he doesn't want to be disappointing but he will never ever admit that.

he tries to keep up with hob, hopes he's doing a good job of it when hob sits down on the bed and dream chases after the kiss until he realizes that hob's sitting down and asking him questions. ]

Two very different questions. You can do both but I don't think you can do them at the same time. Or maybe you can?

[ So far he is lining up pretty directly with Hob's fantasies, or maybe he simply knows Dream well enough to guess that he might need to take the majority of the lead, especially in the beginning. It's his seduction and he wouldn't dare to accuse Dream of being nervous, so instead he makes it easy on him, easy for them both. His every move is confident, unafraid, certain of what he wants.]

Oh was I supposed to say may I, great Dream Lord?

[ Hob's smile is very impish. There is mischief in his dark eyes as his hands close on Dream's hips and then he pulls a very good move, he says so himself. He encourages the entity with a tug into his lap and then spins only seconds later, setting Dream onto the bed on his back. He follows him right away, sliding on top of him, held up with his hands again on either side of Dream's head, this time against the mattress instead of a wall.]

I can do a lot of things, you beautiful creature. I suppose I'll just have to show you.

[ But first he is going to enjoy the fact that he has the man of his literal dreams on his bed at the moment and he leans down into him, feeling his body underneath him, kissing him again. He could drown in Dream's lips alone. He wants to take his time to enjoy it, to get him to relax and start getting into it. He may not get Dream long, but he probably will at least stay long enough for them to enjoy themselves. Hob is stockier in build than Dream, although that isn't hard as his friend is very slim. He pushes up onto his arms only so he can slide Dream's shirt up and tug, requesting for him to take it off.]

[ while the whole 'dream lord' thing might be true, he definitely no reason for him to use the title right now. dream doesn't want him to, in fact, finding it too impersonal and too informal for this moment and this man. but he knows that hob's just being amusing and dream does laugh even as he's spun around and his back hits the bed.

he bounces a bit, stretching underneath the other man and watching as hob crawls up his body and peers down at him. he swallows, feeling no nerves but anticipation thrumming through his body. it's...exciting, enticing.

when hob pushes at his shirt, dream's reluctant to pull away but does so eventually because he knows it will be worthwhile to do that. he helps hob pull his shirt off and then let's his arms drop back down before he lays back. ]

I've been alive a long, long time. I look forward to seeing what you could show me.

So no pressure then.

[ Hob's teasing, which he's likely to do all the time, especially now that they're crossing into something more than simple friendship. He lets Dream take off his own shirt, he's broad and has a decent amount of chest hair, and a few scars since he isn't able to die, but he can be hurt, as Dream said himself. He then moves back on the bed to get Dream's shoes off and strip the rest of his clothing off, very eager since he has been thinking about this for a long time. He leaves his own pants on for now although he kicks off his shoes, and gives himself a moment to just look.

His eyes travel over Dream's form. That strikingly handsome face he knows so well and now the rest of him. So much pale skin and he looks otherwordly in his own way, perhaps it's that he is pretty. It is clear from the look on Hob's face he likes what he sees, and the tent in his pants he's ignoring entirely. He plans on feasting first before worrying about that.]

You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, Dream.

[He doubts he is the first or last person to say it, but god, how can he not? Hob doesn't if he'll be allowed to do more than this one time, so he has to take his time, he has to make it worth it. He moves back over Dream and kisses his neck, having stared at that long elegant neck many times whenever he could get a peek of it in their clothes. There is reverence in the way he touches him, the brush of his lips down that smooth chest. He settles between Dream's legs and lowers himself as he trails in a very clear path down to his prize.

He is old too, although a babe in comparison, and he has had many lovers, but this time feels special. Hob teases by coming so close to his shaft but not touching it, breathing on it, his mouth so close Dream can probably feel the barest brush of his lips.]

Tell me you want it.

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You most not have seen many people if you think I'm the most beautiful.

[ it's certainly not that he minds the compliment, he just can't see it himself. appearance is appearance, not something he takes much time or care with and not something he really pays attention to when it comes to other people. if they look at him, fine, if they don't, fine.

but, there is something about the way hob's eyes travel over him that make him want to shiver. he's able to restraint and withstand it, not wanting to seem too affected just yet even if he is.

he swallows, watching hob move lower and lower, knowing where he's going, what he's planning on doing and he laughs a bit, licking at his lips. hob draws closer and closer, so close that dream can taste it but he doesn't quite get there yet and dream knows he's being teased. unusual but enjoyable. ]

It's not clear already? That I want it?

[ Hob shoots him a look up at him, amused.]

You know I have seen many, many people, I'm over six hundred years old. You're still the prettiest.

[ He isn't just saying that to compliment him while they're in bed. Hob is very sincere, he always has been. He's been mildly infatuated with this man for most of those centuries, which he understands could be maybe intense and reveal a little too much of his true feelings, but it's the truth. And he isn't afraid of his feelings. That too is not his way. Dream is his dearest friend and the object of his affection. It all feels really good right now.

He is definitely full of a little mischief as he glances up from his position to see Dream's reaction. He is restrained, unsurprisingly, but still reacting despite his best efforts. If Hob would bottle up that laugh for the time they're apart, he would. He laughs with him.]

Maybe I want to hear you say it. I've always liked your voice.

[ It is so quiet, almost a whisper at times, deeply serious and every word measured. But he isn't going to hold out solely to hear him talk. Hob is far too hungry himself and here is his meal. He places kisses all over his cock, taking his time, not satisfied until his mouth or the wet stroke of his tongue has covered all of him.

He treats himself with what he actually wants, curling his tongue along the tip to get an actual taste, closing his mouth around the head but waiting a moment just to enjoy it there. He's had sex with so many people but none he has wanted like this. His hand wraps around the base to hold him steady and he takes in a deep breath before lowering his head down. He is already so into this that he moans around him.]

You do realize —

[ he finds that his words trail off or rather are cut off as hob starts to kiss his cock like he's been waiting for this, like he's jus been waiting for dream to return and agree to this. and now, they're both here, in the same place, and things have aligned and this is dream's reward. he doesn't think he deserves it but he's going to take it because he's a selfish creature at heart.

he starts to open his mouth to say something but hob chooses that time to take his cock into his mouth, start to swallow him down and again, dream really can't find the wherewithal to form words. he doesn't think hob will mind much even if the other man wants to hear his words.

he will...remember how to talk. shortly. soon. ]

[Hob has been waiting. He has wanted Dream for a long time, but he figured it would take several more centuries before he dared to hit on him, and that was before they had their fight. He never expected it, but he is an optimist underneath it all. No one can love life the way he can and not always be hoping for more.

Still, now that he actually has Dream where he wants him, wordless and full of desire, it is so much better than imagining it ever could be. He reaches up blindly to find Dream's hand and encourages those beautiful long fingers into his hair. He wonders which one Dream is going to be, the stroking or tugging type, but he wants to find out.

This is where being experienced really counts. He is skilled and thorough as he moves his head up and down, taking more of Dream with each bob until he can feel him starting to edge toward his throat. His hand lifts with his mouth and uses the saliva to wet up the rest of him, sliding his hand along the rest of him for extra stimulus.]

[ and he really does appreciate the experience since it's not like he's done a lot lately. there were reasons for that but they don't need to be thought about right now. right now, all he needs to do is focus on what hob's doing.

at his guidance, dream does allow his hand to find its way to hob's hair and he cards his fingers through it, back arching a bit as the pleasure starts to build. the grip on hob's hair tightens and he tugs, unable to help himself but he doesn't apologize, doesn't think he needs to.

his hips shift a bit and then he arches towards the heat of hob's mouth, silently asking for more. ]

[ He doesn't apologize or need to because it is exactly why Hob put his hand there. He moans around Dream again when he does it, the tight tug and lift toward him what he wants. He is so used to his friend being serious, withdrawn, restrained. He needs the opposite of that now. Withdrawn is not happening, Dream feels very present to him, very keyed into what they are doing together, which is satisfying.

He hungrily moves faster on Dream now, taking in as deep as he can go before choking and does it again anyway, sometimes that feels all the better. Hob runs his tongue along the underside of his head and then decides if he really wants to get Dream invested, he should see what the entity can do for himself.

He pulls partially off him, not all the way so the tip is still in his mouth, but Hob sneaks the same hand down underneath his arse. He very firmly and insistently pulls him up, indicating without words, since he can't give any, that he wants Dream to continue arching up. He wants him to thrust. Hob keeps his head where it is so Dream can take over, needing him to fuck his mouth. That way he has to lose all restraint to enjoy himself. It should be clear to Dream by now that his friend can take it, has taken it, is good at taking it.]

[ he truly doesn't feel like any of this is deserved but he's also selfish and greedy and doesn't want to give it up. he'll wrestle with those thoughts later. right now, he just wants to focus on this and hob. and hob makes that infinitely easier by keeping him in the here and now with what he's doing, sucking him down and then encouraging him to move.

and he does move, arching into hob's mouth, moaning and writhing a bit. he's not an inexperienced being but he has had long spells of going without so he hopes he doesn't end things too quickly. but he can't help but want more and more. he tugs on hob's hair, giving it a pull as he pushes his hips up into his mouth at the same time. ]

[ Caught up in this lust and excitement, all he wants is to give something to Dream, something special for the two of them. And while he's done this many times before, it means so much more to him now. Every sound Dream makes, the way he surrenders to Hob's confidence but also takes advantage when he can, he will keep this in his head when they part. And who knows, if he's good enough at this, Dream can always come back for more.

He can't help but wonder what it would be like to have Dream thrust inside of him instead of his mouth, or if it's the other way around, if he has a preference. That will maybe be a question for a little later, right now, all he cares about is living in the moment, sucking down Dream like he was made for it. He groans with obvious pleasure as his mouth is used and he isn't a passive lover there either, letting him go as deep as he wants and then hollowing his cheeks out around Dream every time he's sheathed inside of him, sucking on him. His tongue laps at every bit of precum he can take, stroking the slit.

His free hand crawls up Dream's stomach and he rubs at a nipple, seeing if he can add a little extra sting to the pleasure. Not everyone likes the play but Hob wants to find out.]

[ he doesn't think he will be able to last too long, unfortunately. he wants to and he's trying but he knows how he is and he knows that it's been some time since anyone's shown him affection and attention like this so he knows it might be too quick.

he tries to tell himself that it doesn't have to be once and done, that there can be more but sometimes it's hard to convince himself. he sucks in a sharp breath and holds it tight, waits and moans and even arches his hips when he can't quite stay still. he starts to babble an apology because he wasn't sure if that was allowed or if hob even wanted it but he doesn't want to ruin anything with his otherwise unrestrained movements. ]

[Hob can tell he's getting close, he knows how to read a body even Dream's, and he is not letting up in the least. There can always be another time and frankly, he is enjoying this far too much to stop unless he is told to. He wonders when was the last time Dream let himself feel something or just let someone do this for him. He is always so serious, always so controlled. Now he is making sounds and quickly losing control, and Hob is so hungry for it. Every moment.

He is not going to move his mouth so he can't communicate with words, amused at the babbled apology. Hob lifts his hand from his nipples to touch Dream's in his hair, caressing the knuckles, squeezing his wrist, a quiet gesture of soothing and affection. Dark eyes aren't at the best angle to be reassuring right then so hopefully that will do.

His intent is clear then as he moves with Dream's hips to keep him in his mouth without choking, although a little of it doesn't bother him. He does everything more intently and faster now, wanting to push Dream over the edge. His hand pumps ruthlessly along his shaft, his head bobbing up and down with it, sucking on the head. Aggressive, demanding.]

[ he thinks to warn hob that yes, it's not going to be long and if he doesn't want the mess, he's going to have to move off. but hob seems to know that's coming and he doesn't go anywhere, keeping his mouth on dream, sucking hard, swallowing him down and making it so hob can't think of a damn thing but hob's mouth.

he pants a little, hips arching up and up, feeling his cock slide through hob's lips. it's hot and slick and so good and it's not what he deserves. he swallows hard, moaning, grabbing at hob's hair and arching into him. he can't stop himself then, coming with a shout, spilling into hob's mouth. he starts to apologize because he can't help himself even if he doubts very much that hob minds. ]

[ Hob not only doesn't mind, this is exactly what he wanted. What he needed, really. He swallows without any hesitation and releases him, his throat feeling a little scratchy already from use, but in the best possible sense. He sits up purely so he can look at the dream lord lying on his head, blissed out from an experience that Hob himself gave him. He's always seemed so far away, impossible to touch.]

God, I really hope this is not the only time I get to see you like this.

[ He smiles smugly. He is not done appreciating his beloved friend, this may be a rare occurrence for him. Hob takes nothing for granted. He leaves him spent but lets his mouth keep wandering, up his body this time instead. He would ordinarily suck onto his nipples but it may be a little sensitivity right now, so Hob just explores his body, kissing the slender stomach, rising up to appreciate his neck instead. So long. So graceful.

Hob is still hard himself but he doesn't feel as much in a hurry now that he got at least half of what he wanted. He does stop when he realizes he's partly clothed and it's time to get rid of that, sitting up to do exactly that.]

If I told you I wanted to fuck you, what would you say? I'm very easy, I'd be happy to have it the other way around. If you liked.

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