When an ending meets an ending, something begins.

by LeotheLionathefootofOrion

Summary:

Hob Gadling faces the challenge of "coming out" as an omega to his boyfriend Dream, who also happens to be an omega too.

Don't worry. It goes very, very well indeed.

 

Now with a bonus chapter for Dream’s heat!

Chapter 1: Hob's Heat

It's not going to be easy. Hob knows that. He's prepared himself for that. The worst thing is that he's been through all of this before, with mixed results. This time, though… he really cares. The outcome of this conversation could be heartbreaking.

Dream looks worried, too. Probably because he has no idea why Hob has asked to meet him so seriously. They've been dating for 3 months now, and it's been… lighthearted. Casual, fun. That's not to say that it hasn't been meaningful. But they've been having a good time with it. And Hob has never sent Dream a “can we talk” text before now.

“I'm really sorry,” Hob blurts out. They're in a busy cafe on campus, so he has to raise his voice to be heard. “I didn't mean to freak you out by asking you to meet up in such a – an uncharacteristic way, I suppose. I want to say straight away, I'm not breaking up with you! It's not… anything like that.”

Dream deflates slightly in his seat. As always, he is dressed with impeccable smartness, as befits his station as a senior lecturer. His scent evens out into something more relaxed, curling around Hob like bonfire smoke.

“I did wonder,” Dream smiles slightly. “I supposed that you had become sick of my odd ways.”

“I love – I really like your ways, Dream. Whether they're odd or not,” Hob reaches across the table and touches the back of Dream’s hand. He doesn't dare to do more than that, not yet. “The thing is. It's something to do with me. Something I need to tell you.”

Dream tilts his head. “You are not unwell, I hope?”

“No, nothing like that. But it is something I need to be honest with you about,” Hob takes a deep breath, swiping his hand over his forehead. “Okay. I'm just going to get it out, and then… then you'll know. Dream. I'm an omega.”

Hob feels his jaw clench as soon as the words get out of his mouth. His tongue feels terribly dry, and he can hardly stand to look at Dream. It's horrible to think that something so simple as his own biology might be about to ruin the best thing that he's had in a long, long time.

Dream raises an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?” He asks, so delicately. Is he trying not to hurt Hob’s feelings? Hob sucks in a much needed breath of air.

“Well, it's just. You're an omega too, right? You mentioned your heats, when we first became involved. And – I feel like I might have tricked you into thinking that I'm an alpha. I look like an alpha and I never denied being one. So if an alpha is what you want, then. Then you don't want me.”

Dream snorts. A very undignified and ridiculous kind of sound, that bubbles up out of his nose. Hob blinks, somewhat crushed by the fact that Dream would laugh at him. When he's trying so hard to be honest.

“You are an omega, Hob. You have just told me that yourself. And so you should know that omegas are not only interested in whether or not their chosen partner can wield a knot,” Dream's expression softens a bit and he grabs onto Hob’s hand properly. “Thank you for sharing your truth with me. I believe that I already had an inkling, but I am honoured to hear it from your own lips.”

Hob stares, aware that his mouth is hanging open. Dream squeezes his hand. A flood of words seems to bubble up inside Hob, without much permission from his brain.

“You really already knew? And it doesn't put you off? I… I know that it's not all about a knot, of course I do. I mean, I want to be with you! I just… I thought you might be disappointed. I'm big, I'm hairy. I'm not like a proper omega, but I'm not an alpha either…”

“I like you just as you are, Hob Gadling,” Dream interrupts, before Hob can get any further. “Whatever your secondary gender, I would be interested in you. That being said, I am. Quite pleased to find that you are an omega, as I had suspected. If anything, it makes me even more interested than ever.”

Hob can feel himself blushing. His face feels hot and to his utter embarrassment, his thighs are clenching together. Beneath the table, one of Dream’s perfectly shined shoes rubs up and down his calf, and Hob has to bite his tongue to avoid whimpering.

“Well. I suppose I was worried about nothing,” He croaks. Dream smirks at him knowingly. “I should say, I'm due for a heat next week. That's why I wanted to tell you.”

“Very well, then. If you would do me the honour, I would very much like the privilege of helping you through that heat. If that is what you want.” Dream’s scent seems to curl ever closer as he speaks, wrapping Hob up in a cocoon of pleasurable coolness. Hob bites his lip and without hesitation, nods fervently in agreement.

Apparently it's as easy as that.

 

 

They go to Hob's place, since it is his heat that they're dealing with. Admittedly he's slightly embarrassed by his small bachelor flat, situated above a trendy suburban pub. And he's never had anyone in his nest before. Particularly not another omega.

But Dream doesn't make a big thing of it. He's respectful of Hob’s space, but confident as he takes off his shoes and unwinds his scarf from around his neck. Hob stops wanting to wring his hands with anxiety, and remembers that he's about to tip into a heat. The smell of Dream in his home has kindled a warm feeling to life between his legs.

“You look nervous.” Dream smiles coyly and reaches out, sliding his hand over Hob’s chest. Through the thin fabric of his t-shirt the touch is electric, and Dream must surely feel the spiking of his pulse. Hob’s cheeks flood with colour. His eyes dart in the direction of the hallway and beyond that, his bedroom.

“Less nervous. More horny. This is all new, but it's a good kind of new. I'm excited.” He admits. Dream smiles a sharp, delighted smile. He tweaks one of Hob’s nipples through his t-shirt, and takes him by the hand. Dream’s hands are a little bit smaller than Hob’s own, but so very smooth and cool. It's all too easy to imagine those hands between his legs, plunging fingers into him, teasing him…

Hob’s legs buckle slightly, and with a knowing smile, Dream leads him off to the bedroom. He must work out the way by scent alone, a detail which is unreasonably attractive. By the time he reaches the safety of the nest, Hob is desperately struggling out of his t-shirt while sweat beads all over his body.

Hob’s heats lack the intensity that other omegas speak of. He doesn't lose his mind completely – there's a bit of brain fog, but it passes quickly. But he's just as vulnerable as any other omega. His body craves something. He begs. His cunt leaks and squirts and makes a complete mess of his blankets. But this time Dream is here, and somehow Hob already feels like he's floating right out of his own body. It hurts deep in his belly, the only place that grounds him to reality.

“Alright, pretty omega. I know. It is starting. I know,” Dream’s soothing voice trickles over him and Hob collapses back into his mound of pillows and cushions – there would usually be plushies in the nest too, but those have been stowed away in the wardrobe. Hob can feel Dream peeling the jogging bottoms off his legs, leaving him exposed. The comparatively cool air hits his damp cunt and it reminds him of Dream, so much that he whines and rubs his thighs together. Dream cooes at him, so sweet. “Pretty thing. Look at you. Such a beautiful omega.”

Hob bites his lip. He's not trying to be coy, it's just – he's not pretty, by traditional omega standards. Dream is pretty. He's waifish and sharp at the edges, and his smooth skin glows like moonlight. Hob is rough as sandpaper by comparison, and so hairy…

Dream’s long fingers card through Hob’s chest hair, down over his soft stomach, all the way to his groin. The thick bush of hair consumes his fingers greedily, but Dream looks far from disgusted. He kneels over Hob on the bed and lowers his head, lower and lower until his nose is buried in the wet matted curls. He nuzzles around and hums with distinct pleasure, discovering the furred edges of Hob’s folds and finishing up where his small, thick cock juts out in between. There, his tongue flicks out and laps away the fluid collected on the tip.

“As I said. Very pretty.” Dream rumbles. It's a noise that Hob recognises as one of deep contentment. His own response is more of a whimper, a definite plea for more. Dream squeezes Hob’s thighs and smirks up at him. He seems unruffled, and very much overdressed.

“Fuck. Holy fuck, I need – Dream, you know what I need,” Hob huffs, suddenly breathless. “Can you? Be inside me? 'Cause I think I need it so much I might start crying.”

Dream’s smirk softens into a gentle smile. He releases Hob’s thighs and sits up, pulling his jumper and t-shirt up over his head as he goes. Under his clothing he's so delicate and perfectly sculpted, like the most finely made porcelain. Hob reaches out a trembling hand and touches the pale skin, longing for more and hardly daring.

“Such a sweet omega. If you say ‘please’, then I will give you everything you desire. Everything and more.” Dream hums. He tucks his fingers into the waistband of his jeans, teasing. It's cruel, when Hob can hardly catch his breath. But he loves that cruelty already.

“Please,” Hob’s voice cracks, and he doesn't even care. “Please, Dream, omega. I want. Whatever you'll give me.”

Dream is as good as his word.

For a few moments, Hob’s world is slightly hazy. He's somewhat conscious that Dream is undressing, then climbing back into the nest and spreading Hob’s thighs open wide. A dizzy sensation slides through his body and he's sure that Dream must have kissed him. Nothing else could feel so intoxicating. His cunt clenches around thin air and he reaches, reaches desperately for Dream, his omega. And Dream is there, fingers spreading Hob’s folds and sliding into him like they're a lock and a key. Hob gasps and arches his back as the first orgasm of his heat shudders through him. He's never cum so quickly before – didn't know it was possible. He doesn't have time to recover.

Dream fingers him with total dedication and single-mindedness. His fingers are long, but thin, and it takes three or four of them before Hob really starts to moan for him. And Hob is perfect inside. His cunt sucks Dream’s fingers deeper with every pass and his slick pours out in waves. Sweat coats his body and shines against his abundant body hairy, sliding in rivulets down his tits and pooling at his navel. The sounds bouncing around the room are wet, overflowing, sensuous. Hob would be blushing, except for the fact that every ounce of blood in his body is concentrated between his legs. His cock has never been so engorged. When Dream caresses it with the palm of his hand, Hob can only dig his heels into the mattress and wail out his pleasure.

It takes several orgasms drawn out with Dream’s fingers before Hob can even begin to take notice of his surroundings again. The first thing he notices is Dream’s shining face, slick with any number of fluids. His blue eyes are narrowed in concentration and his cheeks are flushed. 

“You're beautiful!” Hob blurts out, unable to contain himself. “You always are, but…”

“Even more so, soaked in your cum?” Dream purrs. “Are you lucid enough for me to ask you an important question, my pretty omega?”

Hob nods, and endures the torment of Dream’s fingers leaving his cunt. The intensity of his heat comes in waves, as is common for many omegas. Now he wants Dream in his arms, up close with him, holding him. Both of their sticky bodies slide together, and Hob gratefully wraps his arms around Dream’s waist. Face to face…

“I would very much like to put my cock inside you, if you are willing,” Dream confides. He takes one of Hob’s hands and pulls it between his own legs. “I could manage it. If you want it.”

Dream’s cunt is silky soft and as decadent as Hob could have imagined. His cock is, perhaps, a little bigger than Hob’s own. 4 inches? Hob imagines it pressing into him, just a little way. He whimpers without meaning to.

“Yeah. God, yeah. That's. Exactly what I want,” He stutters. He strokes clumsily at Dream’s folds. So different to his own, and yet so alike. “You could, now. If you want.”

“I want,” Dream smiles. “My omega, I want desperately.”

Their legs fold together clumsily, Dream clambering half-way on top of Hob to get at him properly. Hob tries to keep his cool. His hands wrap around Dream’s waist and it feels a little bit better, being able to hold him. Dream hums out his own pleasure, cupping one of his own hands around Hob’s arse. They get closer than ever, cocks sliding together and cunts kissing at each other. It's already divine, and then Dream thrusts his hips down – firmly pushing his cock inside.

It doesn't go very far, but Hob arches his back and clenches every muscle. His body feels lit up from head to toe. Dream grins, rolls his hips again. He knows exactly how to use his cock to tease out Hob’s most embarrassing little noises. He's hardly even aware of himself, though. He keens and groans and digs his fingers hard into Dream’s pale skin, greedily holding onto him to demand more.

“That's right, my omega. You take it so well. As though you were made to clench around my cock.” Dream huffs against Hob’s ear. Their skin slides together so easily, like silk. Deep inside the most heat-adled and omegaish part of his brain, Hob can hear a refrain of: mate, mate, perfect mate, my mate. It occurs to him that he might be saying all of that out loud, too, but he's too busy coming again on Dream’s cock to really think about it.

After a few minutes of more frenzied thrusting, the pace does slow to something more sedate and sweet. Hob releases his death-grip on Dream’s waist and presses clumsy kisses against his jaw. Dream nuzzles into each kiss and pets Hob’s chest hair.

And Hob is finally aware enough of his own surroundings to realise that one by one, Dream is sliding his fingers into Hob’s cunt alongside his cock. It's a clever way of emulating the pressure of a knot, and effective enough that Hob squirts a rush of fluid all over Dream’s hand. His thighs tremble and Dream kisses him through it, so gentle but so thoroughly in control. He spreads his fingers wider inside Hob’s body – and makes the most beautiful sound when he finally cums inside. Hob clenches up his muscles inside, like he could keep Dream’s cum inside him through sheer force of willpower.

He decides, without having to think about it very much, that this is better than being knotted. Better than any heat he's ever shared with anyone. He's already purring, still boneless with the heat and sticky on every inch of his body. He grabs onto Dream firmly to pull him close, chest to chest, nose to nose. 

“Thank you,” Hob sighs. “Fuck, I mean. That was so good. Like there's stars in my blood and I'm floating in space.” 

Dream chuckles, pushing Hob’s hair back off his sweaty face. “I am about to make you drink an entire bottle of water, so perhaps you should enjoy the stars while they last. My pretty omega. The prettiest.”

“Mmm. You made me lose a lot of fluids,” Hob manages to mutter. The sleepy phase of his heat is quickly bearing down on him. He looks at Dream through half-lidded eyes, and he can't quite keep the grin off his face. “Your omega, huh?”

“I was hoping for a fair exchange. You will be my omega, and I will be your omega. If you think me at all worth having, of course.” There's a slight sparkle in Dream’s lovely blue eyes. With his small, cool hands, he helps Hob to lie back more comfortably against the part of the nest which has managed to stay at least a little bit dry. The promised water bottle is pressed to Hob’s lips and he drinks as instructed, until all the liquid is gone.

“Can't say fairer than that. If you're sure I'm the omega you want. The hairy, messy, loud-mouthed one…” Hob grins – knowing, somehow, that Dream won't let him finish disparaging himself.

“Quite sure,” Dream presses his finger to Hob’s lips. “We can discuss it further when you have rested adequately, but I can assure you that you are exactly what I want. I consider myself infinitely lucky that the feeling seems to be mutual. Now… let yourself sleep. I will be here when you wake up, pretty omega.”

Hob wraps his arms around Dream, bringing him in close. Without the heightened desires of active sex, it still feels so good to lie skin to skin. Dream smells like homely cooking smoke. Both fresh and familiar. Hob can hardly believe that he gets to have this, and can hardly believe how thrilling it is to be wanted. He'll try to explain it to Dream when they both wake up. He'll share the intoxication of being wanted.

He sleepily smiles, and thinks about he'll look forward to Dream’s heat more than he's ever looked forward to anything in all his life. He has a lot to live up to… and he fully intends to give his omega the most magical heat possible.

It is the very least of what he deserves.

Chapter 2: Dream's Heat

Notes:

Everyone say thank you very much to Cheshyr for enabling and encouraging this second chapter teehee :3

As he lets himself in with his spare key, Hob can't help thinking that Dream’s detached house is unreasonably posh. What with the literal stained glass window in the living room. But despite being a little too tidy and neat for Hob’s taste, it's still absolutely lovely. There's even a small, but perfectly formed library, next to the sleek modern kitchen. All decorated in Dream’s classic black on black style. Hob loves it, whether it's posh or not. 

A twinge of excitement runs through him, as he mounts the staircase. This is going to be his first time seeing Dream's bedroom.

Hob's been anticipating Dream’s heat for a little while – since his own, which had been about six weeks ago. He's curious as to how it will be different, and he's eager to make it good for his partner. His mate. A little thrill runs through him as he scents his way towards Dream. He can smell the heat on him, not in full swell but certainly building towards a crescendo.

He finds Dream’s bedroom in darkness. His nest is lit up only by a small red lava lamp in the corner. Dream himself is curled up in the centre, clutching what appears to be a hot water bottle against his stomach. As Hob’s eyes adjust to the darkness, Dream whimpers and reaches out for him. Hob rushes to him and climbs into the nest without a second thought.

“Hi, sweetheart. I'm here. How's it going?” He whispers. Dream is naked from the waist down, but he's wearing one of Hob’s jumpers on his top half. He nuzzles close, his hands unusually clammy as they wrap around Hob tightly. The hot water bottle is abandoned by the wayside.

“Hurts. Quite a lot,” Dream breathes in deeply, like he's trying to get Hob’s scent right down into the depth of his lungs. “I missed having your body so close. It makes me feel better.”

“Hmm, because I'm just one big heating pack to you,” Hob jokes. “I'm sorry, Dream. Really sorry it hurts so bad. Can I rub your back or your belly or anything?” 

Dream makes a deep rumbling sound which suggests that he doesn't want to think about anything too hard. He sighs and peels the jumper up slightly, so that Hob can reach his stomach. “Here. Please. And can you… pass me my cat plushie, so I can hold it? It is, I suppose, the next best thing to holding you.”

Hob glances around, and realises for the first time that he's lying next to a practical wall of plushies. He even knows a few from his own collection, the one that gets stowed in the wardrobe whenever Dream comes over. There's a jellycat dragon. A bat squishmallow. And there's the cat – black, of course, with big yellow eyes. Hob picks it up, presses a kiss to its fluffy head, and tucks it carefully into Dream’s arms. He feels a bit tearful all of a sudden. He's been hiding something of himself from Dream, something that they actually share.

He distracts himself by putting his hands low on Dream’s belly. Of course, not every omega experiences the cramping side effects of their heats. Hob doesn't, and he can only imagine the discomfort of the acute pain combined with desperate neediness. He rubs the heel of his palm over the soft skin and focuses hard, trying to replicate the massage technique he's looked up online in advance. Dream sighs again, this time more relaxed than before. He looks a tiny bit more peaceful, with his cat clutched in his arms.

After around ten minutes a thin film of sweat pearls on Dream's skin and he wriggles out of Hob’s jumper entirely. He carefully puts his plushie aside and reaches for Hob instead. “The cramps are fading a bit, but I am afraid I must ask you to perform yet another task.”

“I have a funny feeling that I'll enjoy whatever you ask me to do,” Hob chuckles, swiftly unbuttoning his own shirt while his hands are still free. It's difficult not to get distracted by the sight of Dream, naked and smelling so much like burnt sugar. His skin is flushed in several places and Hob thinks that he really ought to kiss each pink smudge of flesh, while it still lasts. “Tell me what you need, love, and I'll be there. Anything you want.”

Dream smirks – it's unfair that even in heat, he's lucid enough to be a tease – and spreads his legs slowly. Between them, his cunt, with its little halo of pubic hair, shines in the darkness. And he seems to get visibly wetter as Hob stares at him. 

“Your mouth, please, my omega.” He says imperiously. Hob certainly doesn't have to be asked twice. He makes sure that Dream’s legs are comfortably spread, not overstretching his sensitive muscles. Hob smoothes his hands over the strong, thin thighs until Dream whines at him demandingly. His cock looks thoroughly swollen, so Hob ducks his head and kisses the throbbing tip before properly getting to work.

Dream hasn't been leaking enough to create a puddle on the mattress, but as soon as Hob’s tongue slides between his folds, a flood of slick pours forth right into his mouth. Hob makes sure to press his tongue as far as it can go, pushing and pushing until his jaw aches. In return Dream makes a noise of massive relief and thrusts his hips up towards Hob’s face. 

It would be a disservice to say that he only tastes good or nice or even delicious. But Hob is a lecturer in medieval history, not the English language. So he can only groan throatily and cup his hands under Dream’s arse to pull him closer. His lips tremble and brush against the shaft of Dream’s cock while his tongue delves around, finding all the places that make him twitch and throb. Each little orgasm that shakes through his body makes Dream grind himself hard against Hob’s tongue and lips and nose. Truthfully, Hob can hardly breathe, but he really doesn't care. He can breathe later. All he can focus on is the feeling of Dream’s hand on his head, petting and pulling at his hair, and allowing himself to be directed however Dream wants him. He's determined to help him to cum as many times as his heat demands.

When he is finally forced to look up, Hob is proud to find that Dream appears to be truly melting into the pillows of his nest. His face is flushed red and his hair is even more tousled than usual – and Hob is convinced that he might even be drooling. He allows himself a little moment of pride while he wipes his own sticky mouth and slinks across the nest to be eye to eye with Dream.

“Are you feeling okay? No more cramps so far?” Hob asks, taking a moment to also throw off his trousers and underwear before he soaks through all the fabric. He might not be in heat, but he's wet enough to start a flood. He's distracted, can't stop gazing at Dream. “You're beautiful, my omega. Beautiful when you cum in my mouth and let me drink it all.”

“I have no room to feel anything except for total bliss,” Dream murmurs, sliding his hand between Hob’s legs to find his bared, wet folds. “And a great desire to fuck my pretty omega. Would you ride me, my Hob?”

Hob bites his lip and tries not to whine. It's difficult to remember that Dream is the one in heat and not him. He's reduced to nodding fervently, helping Dream to rearrange himself so that Hob can straddle him without putting too much pressure on his sore parts. And Hob may be overwhelmed with arousal, but he is certainly observant enough to notice the twinge of pain that runs across Dream’s face when he has to move.

“The cramps are bothering you, aren't they? Is this really what you need? Because I promise, I'll do anything that will make you feel even a little bit better.” Hob says anxiously. He soothes his hand over Dream’s stomach as though he could absorb the pain and take it all away. Dream smiles slightly, and puts his hand on top of Hob’s.

“I promise that I know exactly what I need, my sweet, kind omega. I need you on my cock so that I can cum again and stop thinking about the pain,” He puts his hand between his own legs, strokes his own small cock. He's so wet, the sound is totally intoxicating. “Please, Hob?”

It's impossible to resist, and Hob isn't in a mood to deny his mate something that he needs. But he's careful as he mounts Dream, careful as he inches way forward and sinks down on the few throbbing inches of his cock. As always when Dream is inside him the sensation is perfect, and the perfection is only compounded by Dream’s little sigh of relief and pleasure.

“Better, my mate?” Hob whispers. He moves himself slowly, purposefully. Reaching down with his hand, he can slide his fingers just a little way between Dream’s folds, to softly stroke his cunt. Dream finally, finally seems to relax again then – his body melts and the pinched look of pain fades from his face. He doesn't reply but Hob knows, anyway. His Dream, his omega, is okay. His fingers reach out and tangle in Hob’s chest hair tightly, like he never intends to allow Hob to get away from him at all. Hob grinds down on his cock a little more firmly in response: he doesn't intend to go anywhere.

They make a gorgeous picture, which Hob tries to appreciate before he's swept up on the sensation of having Dream inside him. Their two bodies are so similar in their anatomy, and yet so different. Hob’s broad thighs and Dream’s tiny waist somehow fit together, both of them entirely appropriate for their respective forms. Both of them omegas, both of them smelling of overwhelming arousal and devotion. Hob doesn’t know whether to cry or cum — ultimately his body makes the decision and he cums, hard, squirting clear fluid over Dream’s cock. The inside of his cunt clenches down hard and Dream’s body seems to mirror him, by setting off its own massive orgasm. Dream arches his back and almost howls as he goes through it, every nerve in his body on high alert thanks to his heat. 

“It's alright, I've got you. I'm here.” Hob murmurs. He rolls himself off Dream, wincing at the sound of slick and cum pouring out of them both. As soon as he's lying down again, holding his mate in his arms, he makes sure to press three fingers inside Dream, emulating the knotting sensation just as Dream had done during Hob’s heat. Dream groans, face buried in the crook of Hob’s neck. He does seem exhausted, but ultimately content. His body isn't stiff with pain, and his scent suggests that the worst of the heat has left him.

“Thank you. My sweet Hob, my mate. I know I am not the easiest heat partner. Nor even the most pleasant…” Dream sighs. He reaches out, under the mound of plushies beside him, and produces a small package of omega trail mix. Hob quickly helps him to sit up, propped against the pillows at the edge of the nest. He grabs the discarded cat plushie and tucks it close between Dream and himself. Anything he can do to increase Dream’s comfort seems vital, right now.

“You're far from unpleasant. And you're not difficult, just different. It's not your fault that you're in pain, my love. I don't mind – I just wish it wasn't such a horrible time for you.” He brushes Dream’s hair off his face and helps him to open up the trail mix. Dream smiles, tipping half of the mix into Hob’s hand, and the rest into his own mouth.

“Well, it was certainly a much less unpleasant experience with you by my side,” Dream rests his head heavily on Hob’s chest. “Better company than my stuffed animals, I can assure you…” and he glances up, archly, through his eyelashes. “Will you ever introduce me to yours?”

Hob feels himself blushing from his ears to his neck. “My plushies?”

“Yes. I've seen everything else you have to offer, my love, and found it all most wonderful. I don't see why your plushies would be any different – I did catch a glimpse of them when I stole that jumper from your wardrobe,” Dream smiles, irrepressibly, and Hob can only smile back at him. Dream is so beautiful, it's almost unbelievable. “You should never feel any shame about your nest or what you choose to have in it. A partner who would judge you for those choices would not be worth having.”

Hob bends his head to kiss Dream’s cheek. His beautiful, accomplished mate continues to prove himself perfect in every way. Well, perhaps not every way – he did steal Hob’s jumper.

“I've never thought of it like that, I s'pose. I just feel this overwhelming shyness about my nest sometimes. Like it's too bare, or too cluttered, or too silly. Maybe it's all part of thinking that I'm not omega-ish enough,” Hob shrugs slightly. “But I'd love to introduce you to my plushies. And I'll look forward to the day when we have a nest that belongs to both of us. I already know that it'll be perfect.”

Dream nuzzles him and presses a kiss to his neck. The cat plushie remains somewhat squashed between their two bodies, and Hob is pleasantly thrilled by the fact that it will inevitably smell of him when he leaves the nest. He strokes Dream’s stomach gently like he could ward away the next batch of cramps.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Dream murmurs. He sounds half asleep already, and he's never been more beautiful. “You were wonderful. But… you will not ever be getting your jumper back, I fear.”

Hob can make his peace with that, he thinks. He knows.

He loves Dream more than enough for that.

Notes:

I always have a lot of fun writing omegaverse. Mostly because of the porn, yeah. But I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

Comments are very valued and appreciated.