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One moment, Hob had been dreaming of a friend from centuries ago. They’d been chatting, Hob had been catching him up on his life, and for some reason their location of meeting was a bar in London. He’d figured it was a dream since the guy was a few hundred years out of his time. Hob barely remembered his name, which was a little depressing.

The next, he was standing outside a grand set of doors. This felt more real than before; he was in a long corridor which almost looked as though it were the inside of a castle. Then he was being greeted by a woman.

“I suppose you’re looking for Lord Morpheus?”

Hob lowered his hand from trying to knock at the giant doors, which now he thought about it, was a stupid idea.

“King of Dreams? Goth looking bloke, long coat, goes round in all black, bit grumpy?”

The women blinked in confusion. “Apologies. I haven’t introduced myself. I am Lucienne, librarian of the Dreaming. You may know our king by other names, perhaps Dream of the Endless?”

Of course. After they’d last met, Dream had promised to show him his realm. This must be it, the Dreaming. His castle. Hob felt a little intimidated.

“Yeah, that’s him. Nice to meet you, I’m Robert Gadling. Might know me as Hob. Any idea where he is?”

Lucienne looked pointedly behind him. “I think you’ll find that he’ll be with you right away. Our Lord has a tendency to dress… differently, in his own realm. To how you may have seen him in the waking world.”

“Don’t tell me he wears sunshine and rainbows-“

“Hob.”

Hob whirled around, and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. Lucienne had been very right, but not in the way he’d expected. Dream was wearing… certainly something. It indeed looked more like a bedsheet than actual clothes. He seemed slightly taller than in the waking world, his hair the usual wild mess. Except a lot more skin was exposed; his entire shoulder and chest, his hip and thigh. Miles of silky pale skin that Hob was surely gawking at.

“I should leave you two to it,” Lucienne smiled politely and turned away.

“Indeed. Thank you, Lucienne.”

“Uh, Dream,” Hob brushed a hand over his face, his heart racing and head spinning. “Sorry, it’s great to see you my friend.”

Dream was smirking, the bastard. Hob was hoping he hadn’t noticed the staring, although it would be hard not to. He was being quite obvious, his eyes were still roaming over Dream’s body of their own accord.

“Welcome to the castle of the Dreaming. Would you care to accompany me?” Dream offered him an arm, the one not covered by the robe. Hob swallowed hard, putting on a smile and nodding, his hand grasping Dream’s arm. His skin was smooth and soft and he wanted to kiss it, and then Dream was leading him through the doors ahead and Hob barely noticed as his eyes were drawn to the curve of Dream’s ass that he now saw from this angle.

He had to force his eyes away, desperate not to make his friend uncomfortable. Here he was, a king showing a mere human his castle. And Hob had been ogling him the entire time.

The room before him was magnificent; stain glass windows at the end, stars in the ceiling, a staircase leading up to a throne. Hob chewed his lip, thinking about Dream sat on that throne, in the robe he was currently wearing. Hob would be kneeling before him, at his feet, as Dream would grab his chin and pull him forward. Hob would grasp those thighs, and do anything his Lord commanded.

“This is my throne room,” Dream led him forward, and Hob snapped out of his fantasy to continue admiring the room. He felt so lucky to be here, to see this beauty.

“It’s beautiful,” Hob found his fingers brushing absentmindedly over the skin on Dream’s arm. Dream was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “I figured you were some kind of royalty in our earlier meetings, and this is… I love it, Dream.”

“Hmm,” Dream was lowering his arm, and then his hand was taking Hob’s, the Hob almost forgot how to breathe. “My castle is vast, there is much to see. How about I show you more?”

Hob was blushing furiously. “Ye- yeah, that’d be great. What else are you hiding in this place?”

“Follow me,” Dream tugged his hand, leading him back out of the room to the long corridor. He turned to face one end, where more doors were visible. “Through those doors lies the library of the Dreaming, which contains every book in existence. I will take you there, after I show you a place most precious to me.”

“Shit, every book? Be careful or you’ll lose me in there,” Hob joked, following Dream in the opposite direction to another door. It opened before them, leading to a huge fancy room. There was a huge canopied bed to the side, plush pillows and bedsheets adorning it. A fireplace, fluffy rugs, armchairs, paintings, candles, windows with a breathtaking view of Dream’s realm.

“And this is-“

“My bedroom,” Dream smiled a little. “I do not need sleep, but I come here on occasion to rest.”

“Your bedroom,” Hob tried not to blush again, his brain providing him with images of Dream, completely naked, on that bed. How easy it would be to crawl on top of him, spread those gorgeous legs and slide inside. No, Hob needed to stop thinking of his friend in this way. “It’s very fancy. I had a place like this back when I came into money. Not anymore, though. It’s beautiful.”

Dream was staring at him again, and Hob was desperately trying to avert his eyes from Dream’s exposed chest, definitely not imagining taking one of those nipples into his mouth.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry,” Hob caught himself again, tearing his eyes away. “Guess I’m just not used to seeing you… dressed like this.”

“There is no need to apologise,” Dream’s lips turned up, and was Hob imagining things or had his robe slipped further down the other shoulder? “Your daydreams are very… hard to ignore.”

“My what?” Hob’s hand shot to his hair, combing through it stressfully. “What daydreams are those? Please don’t tell me you’ve seen everyth-“

“They are not unwelcome,” Dream’s eyes were boring into his own. “This room does not have many visitors. I brought you here, as I assumed you wished to carry out those fantasies.”

“How did you-“ Hob’s head was spinning in shock. “Nevermind, you’re the King of Dreams, how did I not know you’d be able to see my daydreams too? And what are you saying? You really don’t mind-“

“I do not.”

“Sure, they’re my fantasies, but what about yours?” Hob exhaled, trying to calm himself down and take Dream’s hand again. “There’s no pressure or anything, I don’t want to go and fuck things up again.”

“Have I not made my intentions clear enough?” Dream shrugged off his robe, and it fell just above his hips, exposing his entire upper half. “You may indulge in your dreams, and take me to bed.”

“I-“ Hob chewed his lip, pressure growing between his legs. “You’re so beautiful, Dream. Are you sure you want this?”

“Hob,” Dream strode past him, the rest of his robe slipping to the floor, and climbed onto the sheets. He was completely naked, and already hard. Hob swallowed, shrugging his jacket off.

“I do not wish to be left waiting.”

“Knew you’d be demanding,” Hob stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor and sitting beside Dream on the bed. “Can I touch you?”

“Please,” Dream spread himself before him, and Hob couldn’t resist anymore. He could hardly believe this was happening.

He grinned, crawling over Dream’s body and finally letting their skin touch. They both sighed happily at the feeling, and then Hob was leaning down and kissing him, and their chests were pressed together, and everything was perfect.

As their lips collided, Hob’s hands roamed Dream’s body like he’d been daydreaming about. His skin really was smooth and silky all over. His hand glided over his hip, under his thigh, back up over his stomach. Dream’s hand was in his hair, the other on his chest over his heart.

Hob licked into Dream’s mouth, meeting his tongue and groaning softly. He was getting this, with Dream, in his own bed. Then he was pressing his hard cock to Dream’s, and they were both moaning at the contact.

“Anything particular in mind?” Hob panted, pulling apart and caressing Dream’s cheek with his fingertips. “I have over 600 years of experience.”

Dream smiled. “Hmm.”

Hob was kissing over his collarbones, nipping and sucking at the skin as he moved. Dream was pliant beneath him, hand running through his hair.

“Anything you wish for, my king.”

Dream gasped, his grip tightening. “The choice is yours, my beloved. I am yours to do with as you please.”

“Very well,” Hob was flustered again at those words, his lips closing briefly around a nipple. “Tell me if you want me to stop, right?”

Dream nodded, his body arching into Hob’s touch. The immortal continued kissing down his stomach, reaching the tip of his cock. Hob licked his lips, he’d fantasied about this many times.

“My little duckling. You’re being so good for me,” Hob’s nails dug into those pale thighs, his breath teasing Dream’s tip. The endless beneath him was panting heavily, clearly becoming more desperate.

“Please, Hob,” Dream lifted his hips.

“So handsome, so pretty,” Hob kissed the leaking tip. “You’re so beautiful, you know that right?”

“Hob-“ Dream moaned, fingers digging into the sheets. Then he was calling out a deep, strangled moan when Hob swallowed down his entire length in one go.

Hob smiled around the girth, holding Dream’s hips down and bobbing his head. His own cock was aching at the feeling of his mouth being so full, the taste of Dream on his tongue. Dream’s moans and gasps were delicious, and only encouraged him to quicken the pace, swirling his tongue and sucking at the tip, before swallowing him down to the back of his throat again.

Holding one arm over his hips, Hob used his free one to push Dream’s legs apart. He pulled off briefly, leaving Dream gasping, and slicked his fingers up with spit. He smirked at Dream, before pressing the two fingers to his hole and his thumb to his perineum.

“This OK?” Hob asked, his voice slightly scratchy. Dream was nodding desperately, and Hob pushed his fingers in, crooking them up against his prostate. Dream spasmed, entire body arching as precum began dribbling from his cock.

Hob’s mouth watered at the sight, and in seconds his lips were back on Dream’s cock, tongue lapping up the mess.

“You taste so good,” Hob said, before going right down to the base again, jamming his fingers as deep into Dream as he could go.

Dream was a moaning mess, his hand gripping Hob’s hair and hips struggling against the arm that held them down. Hob began rutting against the sheets to relieve some of the pressure in his own cock, eyes beginning to water as he closed his throat around Dream’s tip and curled his fingers. He almost came untouched when Dream cried out, pushing Hob down further and spilling down his throat. Hob tried his best not to gag or choke, instead swallowing down everything Dream gave him. Which was a lot. A moment later, and Dream was boneless beneath him, panting heavily and carding his fingers through Hob’s hair.

Hob was shuffling up the bed, pressing a kiss into Dream’s shoulder. “Was that good, darling?”

Dream turned to face him, a lazy smile on his face. He pressed a brief kiss to Hob’s lips, tongue tracing over and tasting himself.

“It was exquisite,” he whispered huskily, pushing Hob back down and climbing on top. “Although, I am not one to leave my lover unsatisfied.”

“You are close to waking, Hob,” Dream’s hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, jerking him roughly. “And before you do, I would like to see you come undone.”

Hob arched in pleasure, a moan punched out of him at the touch. He wasn’t going to last long.

“Dream, fuck, please-“ he was thrusting into Dream’s fist, fingers digging into the sheets, eyes admiring the wrecked-out body above him, which was his own doing. It was only a few more moments before it was too much and Hob was spilling over Dream’s fist. Dream jerked him through it, waiting for him to come down from the high completely and licking his hand clean. Hob’s ears were ringing, his entire body thrumming from bliss as he admired the sight before him.

Then Dream was back by his side, curled onto his chest. Hob grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and holding him close.

“I wish I could stay here longer,” Hob ran his fingers over Dream’s soft skin. “Didn’t even get to see the bloody library.”

“You are welcome in my realm whenever you wish,” Dream murmured into his chest. “My apologies, we may have become sidetracked tonight. I will show you the library another time.”

“Hmm,” Hob kissed the mess of black hair. “I’d choose this over the library any day. And that’s a compliment, coming from me.”

Dream kissed his skin, taking a hand in his own. “I will endeavour to visit you in the waking as soon as I can, Hob.”

“It’s a date,” Hob smiled. “Only took us 600 years.”

“Hmm.”

Hob could feel his grip in this realm weakening. He must be waking up.

“I’ll be waiting for you, my sweet Dream,” he said, pulling Dream up for a quick kiss.

When Hob awoke in his bed, his pyjama pants were going straight in the wash.

-

“Lucienne?” Matthew flew onto the table beside the librarian. “Is it just me or does it feel like the sahara desert in here?”

Lucienne wiped her brow of sweat. “It’s not just you, Matthew.”

“What the hell is going on? Where’s the boss?”

Lucienne cleared her throat. “He invited Mr Gadling into the Dreaming. I last saw them together.”

“Oh,” Matthew rustled his wings uncomfortably. “Really? I never thought it was possible to sweat this much as a bird.”

“You get used to it,” Lucienne continued with her books. “After the first few times, you learn to ignore it. Although, I have a feeling there will be many more times after this.”

“God, no, gross,” Matthew said. “Does he have to make the weather this hot? And the sun that bright? And what was that with the fireworks?”

“I think you can figure that out for yourself,” Lucienne said. “You were human once.”

“I’m out of here,” Matthew took to the air. “Let me know whenever he’s finished! And spare the details, please.”

Lucienne shook her head, the raven flying off as she continued to bury herself in her duties in order to ignore the fact her boss was getting railed down the other end of the hall.