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The last thing Dream expected was to be pressed to his own throne in his own throne room. It's not that he didn't want it, he just didn't expect it. These things are different. But the pride of the king would not have allowed him to admit so immediately that he hoped for something like this outcome of events. Hob's face was only a few inches away from his, giving Lord Morpheus the ability to see just how dilated his lover's pupils were. He loved to see how blackness filled the entire iris of his favourite brown eyes, showing how excited his man was.
"You've been sending me the most perverted dreams all week and you didn't even bother to come to me even in them, you bastard." Hob growled in an unnatural animal voice that made Dream's heart jump in his chest.
Dream gave Hob the ability to travel through the Dreaming and come to his palace even while awake. He taught him to recognize more real dreams from those created by his own imagination. Hob also practically mastered the ability to control them and change them at will. But only when Dream himself does not interfere with them.
It was a small experiment. Dream wondered how long Hob would be able to resist the little torture and when his patience would run out. He was personally involved in the creation of each new dream of his lover, which gave Hob no chance to change them or force himself to wake up early. No conscience bothered Dream in the seven days he tormented Hob Gadling. Yes, he was asking for punishment and was looking forward to what his partner would do to him.
“I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Dream chuckled, not even trying to sound more or less convincing. Hob's knee was between the King's legs, one hand holding his neck, while the other tightly gripped the bare thigh under the mantle of the starry sky.
“I will make you experience at least a fraction of the anguish that I experienced, not being able to fuck you or be fucked by you.” Hob squeezed his Lord's throat a little. They both knew the rules and Dream is sure Hob won't do anything he doesn't like. In all the time they spent together, neither of them ever used a stop word.
“You dare to threaten me in my own palace, mortal?”
“Oh yeah. I do.”
It's their little game that Dream still didn't want to give up. Despite his own excitement and desire to plunge headlong into the pool as soon as possible, he very often pretended that he wasn't interested in it, that the liberties that Hob allows himself infuriates him. It's his favourite game, as is Hob's.
His knee pressed against his crotch and Morpheus involuntarily gasped. He wears only a robe, no underwear. Hob smiled, lowering his eyes.
“Oh, so it's a cunt today? Wonderful. That's even more interesting.”
The thumb pressed against the pink lips, and a wet almost snake tongue immediately licked his phalanx in the most perverse way. Hob bit his lower lip, trying to maintain a more or less neutral expression.
Dream enjoyed the occasional feeling of being cornered by the prey, although he was mostly on the hunter's side as he watched Hob from his realm. But sometimes it's good to switch roles. In addition, he had a slight weakness for the dominant Hob, who became impossibly hot and masculine as he loomed over his divine lover.
A hot hand moved from the thigh to the crotch and quickly darted under the fabric of the robe, while the other casually threw this robe from the King's shoulders. The garment immediately turned into loose sand and felt at Hob's feet. Now Morpheus, completely naked, sat on the throne in front of him: majestic and beautiful as always. Hob remained dressed. Two of his fingers gently stroked the labia and stopped at the clitoris, barely touching it. Dream's hips trembled, though the rest of his body remained motionless. Stars shone in his eyes, but his face didn't change its arrogant expression.
“I will fuck you on this throne so that you won’t be able to think of anything else when you receive your guests here,” Hob said coldly and his two fingers went down again, “you'll remember this for a very long time. I'll try hard, my Lord.”
“You are not my subordinate,” Dream managed to keep his voice from trembling, as if Hob’s words alone were not enough to instantly lose control of his body, “even in the throne room, there is no need for you to pronounce my titles.”
“I know,” Hob smiled, affectionately and madly in love, forgetting for a moment about their little game, “but you're still my King, the Lord of my heart. And I can't help but worship you even when you ride my cock. Especially when a couple of my phrases are enough to make you so wet.”
While one hand used her fingers to tease Dream's vagina, the other hand lay down on his chest and began to play with his small pink nipples. Morpheus hissed softly, clenching the teeth. He won't give Hob the same easy win as last time. He should be able to resist longer. Hob kissed him on the jaw and nibbled tenderly on the alabaster skin around his neck. If not for the high back of the throne, Dream would have thrown back his head, but he had to sit upright and motionless. His favourite throne wasn't big enough for him to spread his legs wider, so he clenched his hands into fists in helplessness, leaving them on the armrests.
Hob's tongue left a wet trail from neck to collarbone, and then he gave a light kiss on his shoulder and pulled away to watch his partner's emotions. Dream didn't close his eyes so as not to lose himself in the sensations, but Hob knew how to work with his hands better than anyone else. His thumb teased the clit while his middle and index finger continued to caress the vulva without plunging inside. In less than two minutes, the emptiness inside began to infuriate Dream. Morpheus was never very patient, especially in making love, he wanted everything at once. Hob, on the other hand, liked to drag out the moment. This difference helped a lot in such sweet tortures.
Dream lasted the longest last Christmas. He didn't make a sound and enjoyed the lazy, slow caresses for eight whole minutes, and then whined at the fact that he urgently needed something more than strokes and occasional kisses.
“You know, my fingers won't enter you until you ask.” Hob whispered in his ear before biting him weakly on the earlobe. Dream inhaled noisily through his nose, despite the fact that he, in principle, did not need air at all.
He felt his right nipple turn red from being squeezed, unclenched and pulled in different directions. His toes twitched, his cheekbones flushed a little, and Hob hadn't even done much of anything yet. His hands were doing something incredible with him. Dream jerked his hips again involuntarily in the desire to sit on those flexible fingers. Hob hummed playfully and jerked his hand away.
Looking Dream in the eyes, he licked his fingers, and then put them in his mouth. Morpheus eagerly embraced them with his lips, his tongue immediately began to caress and lick from them the remnants of his juices mixed with Hob's saliva. Before Dream had time to enjoy it, Hob jerked his hand back. His gaze froze on the pink lips, betraying his indomitable desire to kiss them. But Hob had terrible self-control. He covered Dream's clenched fist with his palm and stroked it gently with his thumb.
“Do you want to touch me? To kiss me? You only have to ask, my Lord.”
Morpheus wrinkled his nose. Hob couldn't help but chuckle as he shook his head and put both hands on his thin waist. Hardened palms touched flawlessly smooth and delicate skin, moved in smooth movements throughout the body in complete reverence, not daring to touch those places that desperately demanded attention. Dream burned in a fire that flared up more and more with each new touch. He doesn't need affection, he wants rudeness, he wants to squirm under a strong body and moan the name of his beloved. He wants Hob Gadling. All and whole.
"Do it, Hob," Morpheus breathed desperately, "fill me up. Fingers, tongue, penis, it doesn't matter. Anything.”
“Hmm…” Hob cocked his head to the side, pretending to seriously consider this request. “No. I think not.”
“But I asked!” Dream moved forward in an attempt to catch Hob's lips with his own, but the man recoiled in time.
“And I promised that I would make you suffer.” Hob's lips stretched into a sly smile.
Morpheus whimpered very softly, almost inaudibly, but his lover's sharp ears caught the sound. Hob was very good at playing with Dream's body. He stroked his arms, chest and sides, gently kissed his neck, then licked his collarbones and suddenly knelt down. Dream looked down at Hob and didn't notice how his blue eyes were filled with blackness, and the pupils were replaced by two supernovae. When he is with Hob, he completely loses control over both his powers and his form.
Despite his earlier words, Dream still hoped that Hob would nuzzle his pubic hair and use his tongue properly, licking the folds of his pussy. Hob's smile was soft and sly as he gently ran his hands over his king's thighs and pressed his prickly cheek against the inside of one of them. Then, with short kisses, he began to descend down the leg, lower and lower, until he overtook the toes.
It's like worship. Hob loves to worship Dream. And he knows it drives him crazy. Nothing excites the mighty Lord Shaper and King of Nightmare realm more than worshiping him from someone who shouldn't do it. Dream didn't notice how a wet puddle formed on the throne below him.
Hob closed his eyes and, with all his usual tenderness, kissed the foot and each of the five toes individually, first on one leg, then on the other. As soon as Hob straightened his back, Morpheus ran his fingers through Hob's hair and pressed his face against his crotch.
“I asked you, Hob.” Dream's voice became deeper and more ethereal, as if he sounded in the head of Hob and at the same time in every corner of the Dream, “Take me. Now. I beg you.”
This "plea" is more like an order, and with all his appearance, Dream showed that he wouldn't tolerate disobedience. But that's enough. Hob didn't answer. He couldn't, because a strange hand firmly held his head between the strong legs. Morpheus could feel his smile on his skin. He didn't have enough time to form any thought, because the hot tongue immediately made him forget about everything.
Hob Gadling spent his immortality perfecting his ability to seduce ladies both in and out of bed. Of all the men living in the world, he knew best how to do cunnilingus. And you can't find a person who enjoys it more than him, especially when it's Dream, who he pleases. The throne imperceptibly became wider, which allowed him to throw both of Morpheus's legs over his shoulders. Hob licked as if he needed his lover's juices as much as he needed food after forty years of starvation underwater. Dream's hips trembled, his face writhed, and sweet moans echoed throughout the throne room.
He felt how this nimble hot tongue slid inside him, how carefully he licked the walls of the vagina and changed speed. Morpheus almost screamed as Hob abruptly took his swollen clit with his lips. His whole body was on fire, and Hob fanned the fire with his mouth to unimaginable proportions. No less crazy were the sounds that Hob made. He frankly enjoyed his position. Dream knew that if he let him, this man would lick him for bloody days on end, interrupted only by basic human needs.
Morpheus consisted of only sensitive points inside, regardless. Every millimeter that the tip of the tongue touched was given off by electrical discharges. Catching the most pleasing angle, Hob's tongue movements became even more chaotic and bold. Dream couldn't stand it for long. Not when it's Hob.
Just at the moment when, in a surge of ecstasy, Dream's hands pressed Hob's face harder to her labia, his lover opened his eyes to look at the face of his King. Morpheus's hair has turned into something that looks like a thick, moving shadow that you can touch with your hands. Together with the bottomless black eyes, Dream looked more like a Nightmare, but Hob was not afraid of this. He was never afraid of the shape of the creature that he loves so deeply and selflessly.
Hob didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Before Dream had time to come to his senses, instead of a tongue, something else, big and hot, entered it. He gripped Hob's shoulders, not noticing that his fingers had turned into long claws. Hob didn't make a sound, as if he didn't care at all about the fresh wounds that were slowly dripping blood.
Nobody else could have the Dream King like that. Nobody else made him lose his head so much that Morpheus completely lost control of his form. This was the biggest flattery for Hob and a little later he will definitely comment it. But not now. Hob physically felt on himself how Dream's familiar body changes itself when the shocks hit a particularly sensitive point. One hand of Morpheus, which didn't squeeze the mortal's shoulder, held on to the back of the throne so tightly that the imprint of his fingers remained on the stone. Usually Dream is a quiet lover, but this time his moans and whines went to a completely different level of volume, which brought Hob to complete delight. The room was filled with squelching sounds, light slaps of skin against skin, and loud, low moans.
The throne room is still a part of the Dreaming. And if you wish, you can navigate it differently than in the Waking world. Without slowing down, Hob picked up Dream in his arms and lifted him over the throne. Then one step — and the King was already pressed against the panoramic window of his own palace.
“Look over there, my love,” Hob said softly, kissing Dream on the neck. Such tenderness didn't at all correspond to the force with which he drove inside, but the request is much more effective than orders that the proud Lord would never obey.
Morpheus's head turned slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the world growing under the windows, which he had created more than once. He saw the dreams passing by, as well as the dreamers themselves. This is his kingdom, and he is the master here.
“Just think what it would be like if all your little creatures saw you like that. You writhing for me,” Hob buried his nose in the space between his shoulder and neck, “if they heard how sweetly you moan. If only they knew how much you need my cock, my little dream.”
“H-Hob...”
Almost nothing remains of the former form. Hob still felt the heat of his labia, but instead of the usual human body, now he was fucking a big clot of darkness and stars that Dream had turned into. Strong black tentacles clung to him like a lifeline in a storm; what used to be the hips began to sway noticeably more in tempo. Morpheus was shamelessly thrusting himself onto his cock, his moans now more like the roar of a hungry animal.
“You m-mine, Hob Gadling. Mine.”
For a few moments it seemed that they became one. Dream felt everything that Hob felt, and vice versa. Feelings became more, the heat became stronger. And when Hob went in as deep as he could, they both hugged each other and froze. Hob could feel Dream trembling in his hands. The clot of darkness slowly began to take on the former form of Lord Morpheus with a flushed face, covered with kisses and bruises. Hob poured into him to the last drop (not that he had a choice: strong legs wrapped around his waist, didn't let him pull away).
Dream guiltily kissed the deep wounds left on Hob's shoulder, and then pulled him into a long and tender kiss.
What Hob didn't know yet was that the whole kingdom was actually almost always aware of how they were spending their time together. Depending on how many stars were exploding in the sky, Lord Morpheus's subordinates could guess how well he was fucked.