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[everycentury]

[ 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.]

[dreamlords]

[ 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. ]

[everycentury]

[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.]

[dreamlords]

[ 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. ]

[everycentury]

[ 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.