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After returning to London from his cabin, for the first few weeks Hob had regained a much better sleep schedule. It’d been helped by the pure happiness he was feeling almost every day; Dream had been visiting him around twice a week and they’d been going on proper dates. They’d also been having a lot of sex, more than he’d had with anyone in a while (Dream was a horny bastard) which was conking him out straight away most nights.
The problem was that it was now term time again, and Hob had a job as a professor to do. It also seemed to coincide with Dream having more duties to attend to in his realm, which meant they’d seen each other less. Hob had no one to reel him in when he was deep into hyperfocus on a research paper, lecture planning, or marking student’s essays.
He was back into getting a few hours a night. It’d been a week since Dream’s last visit, and Hob was starting to miss him a lot. He could hardly believe he used to be able to wait an entire century.
Dream was going to notice, as he had before, that Hob had been spending less time in his realm. Hob held onto a shred of hope that he’d be too busy to check in on his sleep, but that was unlikely. The lack of Dream, as well as the lack of sex, left him drifting off that night thinking about how Dream would punish him for being ‘bad’.
-
A bad habit seemed to be forming, he’d not been getting much sleep at all for the past week. One night he was up working, then the next he was drinking with colleagues in the pub downstairs from his flat and had lost track of time.
The fantasies had been continuing, he was getting sexually frustrated from Dream vanishing for two weeks now. He knew he’d come back, he’d promised, but his dick didn’t seem to be getting the memo.
It happened to be the night he was lying in his boxers in bed reading that Dream decided to show up.
“Good morning, Hob.”
“Hm?” Hob put the book to his side, eyes focusing on the shadowy figure that’d appeared in his bedroom. “Dream? You’ve got to stop appearing like that, love.”
Dream ignored him and strode forward, towering over the side of his bed.
“Wait, morning?” Hob checked his watch, and it was indeed 4am in the morning. “Shit.”
“Indeed,” Dream sat down on the bed beside him, fully clothed except for the coat. “I have noticed this a lot as of late.”
“Guess you can cuddle me to sleep?” Hob threw an arm over Dream’s middle, and for a second felt him soften. “I’ve missed you.”
“Hob…” Dream shuffled back to lay on the pillow, letting Hob burrow into his side. “I too have missed you. Is there something the matter again, something keeping you from my realm?”
“Sorry love,” Hob slid a hand up the side of Dream’s shirt to feel his cool skin. “My sleep hasn’t been the best recently, I keep losing track of time…”
Dream’s eyes fluttered shut, exhaling softly at the touch he had missed dearly. He placed a kiss on Hob’s forehead, turning in their embrace to face him fully.
“Are you… sad again?”
Hob chuckled, leaning forward for a brief kiss, to taste his lover again. “Not this time, duck. I’m just unbelievably irresponsible I’m afraid.”
“I am relieved to hear that,” Dream was so very close to him, and Hob’s neglected cock was starting to react. “There must be something I can do to assist in your rest.”
“You have a cure for ADHD?” Hob laughed. “Nah, joking. I did enjoy the time you ran me a bath though…”
“It seems I must change my tactics,” Dream crawled on top of him, and Hob’s dick jumped with the pressure. “You have been having fantasies, daydreams. Quite regularly. They involve us.”
“You saw those?” Hob hooked a leg around Dream’s waist. “Fuck. Always forget you’re the King of Dreams. If it’s not something you’re into, there’s no pressure at all—“
“Hob,” Dream purred against his ear. “I find myself indescribably aroused at the thought. You really wish for me to motivate you to rest, by using you whilst you are in my realm?”
“Fuck, yes, yes,” Hob grinded upwards, feeling Dream’s similar interest against his own. “Please, love.”
“Then I shall reward you,” Dream smirked, beginning to kiss down Hob’s torso. “As of when you begin to behave.”
“Dream—“ Hob was fully hard now, hand running through Dream’s hair in desperation. “Please, now—“
Dream placed a kiss on the tip of Hob’s dick, where it was tenting his boxers. Hob moaned, fingers digging into the sheets.
“I regret to remind you,” Dream’s voice was deeper and huskier than usual, which only served to make Hob’s dick harder. “You still remain awake.”
“Obviously I am now, I’m fucking horny,” Hob sighed, itching to touch himself.
“And you shall remain that way,” Dream got up to his knees. “Until you learn how to get a good night’s rest, my dear Hob.”
Hob tossed his head back in frustration. “C’mon love, you can’t just leave me like this, surely you’re horny too after two weeks—“
Dream was on top of him again, pressing their bodies together. Hob arched into him, impatiently grinding their hips together. Dream was by his ear again, and the little broken moan he let out went straight to Hob’s dick.
“Don’t misunderstand me beloved, I wish for you as you do for me,” Dream kissed Hob’s temple. “But would you be taught a lesson, if I gave you what you desired? When you have disobeyed me already?”
“Fuck,” Hob began to reach for himself. “I guess not. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Dream kissed his cheek, then his lips. Hob moaned deeply, letting Dream’s tongue into his mouth as they sloppily made out. It didn’t last long though, Dream was pulling apart, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouths.
“I shall leave you to rest,” Dream stood up, clearly reluctantly, leaving Hob a panting mess. He blinked and Dream had vanished in a cloud of sand.
“Fucking bellend,” Hob huffed, shoving his boxers down and licking his lips, which still tasted of his lover. At least he’d have a good wank to tire him out before he slept.
-
It was frustrating to have to finish his work early, but Hob so desperately wanted to be rewarded like Dream had promised. So he shut his laptop, stripped down, and got ready for bed at 10pm sharp.
Diverting his thoughts from Dream taking him while he fell asleep was difficult, but he somehow managed it eventually, and drifted off into the Dreaming.
-
Dream immediately sensed when Hob had entered his realm. He looked up from his throne, smiling to himself. Hob was looking after himself, and going to bed on time, which meant he would be rewarded.
Moments later he'd appeared in Hob’s bedroom, gazing at his sleeping naked form. He was going to make sure that Hob woke up sore, marked, with cum filling him. Just as he saw in his fantasies.
Dream’s clothes vanished. It’d been a while for him, and he could do with the release too. As well as the fact he would enjoy this just as much as Hob would, the possessive being he was.
Hob was comfortably in his realm, and there he would stay til morning. Dream climbed on top, positioning Hob on his back. His lover was really beautiful when he was sleeping, not that he wasn’t usually, but there was something about feeling him in his own realm while admiring his form in the waking world that gave Dream a special kind of butterflies.
Dream held Hob’s face in his hand, softly kissing his nose, then his lips. Hob sighed happily in his sleep, and Dream moved to his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. His hands trailed down Hob’s sides, fingers digging into his hips as he covered his lover’s neck in deep bruises.
After sucking more into his collarbones, Dream continued down his body, kissing down his stomach and leaving more marks on his hipbones. The sight made him incredibly hard already, so he decided he would get started properly.
Dream turned Hob onto his front, placing a pillow under his hips. He proceeded to spread his legs, showing his beautiful hole. His hands parted Hob’s cheeks, placing a kiss on the rim. Hob was breathing softly beneath him, completely oblivious.
The first swipe of his tongue made Hob jolt a little. Dream smirked, going in properly, lapping and thrusting his tongue. Hob’s breathing had sped up now, and once Dream was satisfied, he reached into the draw for the bottle of lube. He wouldn’t stretch Hob this time, because he knew that Hob would want to feel it the next day, but he wasn’t going to forgo the lube.
Dream gasped, spreading it onto himself and leaning over Hob. He pressed his forehead to Hob’s shoulder, kissing at the sweat forming there. His cock pressed to Hob’s rim, and Dream knew that he wouldn’t last long. Checking into his realm, he ensured that Hob would stay asleep as he bottomed out in one smooth thrust.
Hob was like a tight furnace around him, and Dream was gasping for air that he didn’t even require. He couldn’t hold in the grunts and growls that would probably wake Hob up normally. Digging his fingers into Hob’s hips, Dream began thrusting, hard and fast.
The sound of his hips slapping harshly against Hob, the heat around him, the taste of Hob’s sweat brought him closer. Dream was fucking into him roughly, dwelling in the small gasps Hob would let out on a particularly hard thrust. He wondered if Hob had any idea what was being done to him from where he was in his realm.
It didn’t take many more thrusts for Dream to get close, his moans painfully loud and deep and desperate. Moments later and he was biting Hob’s shoulder, crying out in pure pleasure as he spilled inside his lover.
Dream ensured that every drop of his spend was inside Hob, reluctantly pulling out and pressing a thumb to Hob’s glistening red rim. He grabbed a plug from the drawer, sliding it inside and relishing in the slick noise it made. Dream smiled dozily, wrapping a hand around himself and gasping as he squeezed out the last drops of spend onto his fingers. Lying down beside his sleeping lover, Dream placed his fingers to Hob’s lips and swiped them between, leaving the taste for him to wake up to.
For a little while, Dream just lay there, watching Hob sleep peacefully. His cock was at full hardness against the mattress. The thought of him waking up to this excited Dream immensely.
He then returned to his realm, promptly receiving an earful from Lucienne and Matthew about the chaotic weather changes there that night.
-
The sound of Hob’s alarm woke him from his slumber.
He groaned, turning it off and rubbing his eyes. He’d been in the middle of a rather pleasant dream, which he now couldn’t remember.
His whole body ached.
Hob turned onto his back, and winced when he moved his legs. It was a pleasurable kind of pain, and it was then he felt the plug inside of him.
It came flooding back, his and Dream’s arrangement, and that he went to bed on time last night. Dream must’ve given him his reward. The thought alone made his cock half hard already.
Hob licked his lips, sighing happily when he recognised a familiar taste in his mouth. He spread his legs, moaning at the beautiful ache between them and removing the plug. It was disappointing being empty, but his dick leapt to full hardness when he felt Dream’s cum still inside of him.
This was definitely going to make him late for work. Hob groaned and shoved his fingers into himself, using the cum as lube. He thought about Dream using him as he slept, how he felt the shape of him filling him up, nail marks on his hips. His other hand reached for his cock, jerking himself off.
The feeling of the bruises all over his body, the pain between his legs when he fingered himself, was enough to send him over the edge in minutes. Hob came all over himself with a shout, riding the wave of pleasure. Once he’d recovered, he reluctantly decided he needed a shower. And definitely a turtleneck to cover the huge marks Dream had left on him.
-
Their ritual continued all through the week; Hob would go to bed on time and wake up thoroughly fucked and used. The one day he’d ended up overworking himself into the early hours of the morning, he’d woken up disappointed the next day and without the taste of cum on his lips.
Hob had been on a winning streak the last few days, consistently getting a good night’s sleep. It was the morning of the weekend, and Hob was frying himself an egg after his usual shower. His entire neck and shoulders were covered in marks, new and beginning to fade, all overlapping. The consistent turtleneck-wearing had been difficult to explain to his students and colleagues.
“Good morning, Hob.”
Hob jumped a little, then grinned and turned around to face Dream who’d appeared in his kitchen.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he chuckled, flipping the egg on the frying pan. “Joining me for breakfast?”
Dream didn’t answer, and instead seemed to be admiring his work on Hob’s neck and shoulders.
“Can I get you anything, dove?”
“No,” Dream said, moving closer. “I am simply admiring what is thoroughly mine.”
Hob smirked. “My friends won’t stop bothering me about that. I do like them though, a lot.”
Dream was behind him, wrapping his arms around Hob’s waist possessively. “Have you been enjoying the gifts I have given you?”
Hob sighed happily, trying to ignore the small amount of cum that was still inside of him, lest he end up turned on again. “I have, love. It’s been working, hasn’t it?”
“Indeed it has,” Dream murmured by his ear, placing a kiss on one of the marks on his shoulder. “You have been spending significantly more time in my realm. You have pleased me greatly, Hob.”
“Fuck,” Hob muttered. “I’m going to burn my breakfast if you keep acting like that.”
“I was simply here to ask…” Dream began, curling a hand around Hob’s hip. “If you wish to go on a date today, with me.”
Hob chuckled with joy. “There’s nothing I’d love more, dearheart.”
“Upon our return, I expect it to be my turn to be taken by you,” Dream whispered.
“Fuck, of course,” Hob shuddered with excitement, putting the egg onto his plate. “How does Kew Gardens sound? After breakfast?”
“I will trust anywhere you choose,” Dream kissed his shoulder briefly, then went to sit at the breakfast bar. “However, I expect you not to cover your marks.”
Hob laughed. “Sure, love, but those as well as a limp? People will know.”
Dream smirked. “They shall. I have had you over and over, and they shall stare with envy.”
“Possessive bastard,” Hob sat opposite Dream and started his breakfast. “I just hope no one I know decides to go there today.”
“Then they shall be aware that you are owned by me,” Dream took Hob’s hand in his across the counter. “My beloved.”
Hob scoffed. “I think they’re already aware enough, because I don’t shut up about you.”
That evening, Hob made sure that he left the same amount of marks on Dream that he had on himself. He also made sure that they stayed for a long time.