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Dream's lips were softer than Hob ever could have imagined and he wanted nothing more than to spend hours and hours kissing Dream until their lips were sore and neither of them could stand it a second longer. He tangled his fingers in the glorious auburn hair, pressing himself up and against Hob's much larger, softer, and stronger body, feeling very cradled, and now that he wasn't trying to hide it, rather turned on at the feel of it. He wanted to press himself up against Hob wearing nothing, to rub and rut and have Hob do the same to him.
"Please," Dream breathed, whining when Hob bit down on his lower lip, drawing the sound of him. He squirmed, the heat in his belly growing by the second. He hadn't had anything resembling a heat since he'd been rescued, but now, it was easy to feel himself getting slick. Not enough to cause a scene, but enough to tell him that he wanted to be alone with Hob and he wanted it now. "Home." He leaned in and nuzzled Hob's jaw. "Your home smells like you. That is where I would go. Surrounded by you, in your arms, wearing your things."
Hob kissed Dream again, hard and quick, before pulling away, trying to keep himself under control. "You should text your sister and let her know that you're coming home with me. She said she'd cover for you. I saw her just before I came after you."
Dream nodded and leaned up for another kiss. Hob's scent was growing stronger with his clear arousal and Dream wanted to purr, his head falling back as he hummed in delight. This was exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it. Hob kissed him again, soft and easily and Dream let his eyes fall shut, savoring the kiss, until at last Hob pulled back and stepped away from him entirely. He whimpered, reaching out for him once more.
"Not going anywhere," Hob promised, reaching out for Dream's hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss his palm gently. "Not going anywhere other than where you want me, love. Just need to get home first."
Dream could hear the wisdom in that, and he managed to send a quick message to Death to let her know that he would be going home with Hob and that he would not be back at the house tonight. He had every intention of being put in Hob's clothes, and being peeled out of them until they were pressed up against each other, seeking release and to be soaked in each other's scents.
Hob let out a rough laugh, even as he tugged them both out of the alley and toward the street, holding up his hand to flag down a cab. "You're going to murder me, love. But you're going to have to tell me what my boundaries are. Anything you don't want me to do." He licked his lips, lifting his eyes to Dream's. "Please tell me I can get my mouth on you. S'what I want. More than anything. On you and in you. Want to drown on the taste of you, feast on you."
"Hob," Dream gasped, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood as Hob teased him. He had no doubt that his cheeks were cherry red from the teasing, and he squirmed, pressing his thighs tighter together. He was leaking almost steadily now, and he wanted to straddle Hob's hips, grind up against his belly, come all over that chest and chest hair, and then have Hob in him, filling him up, up, until he was begging for more, anything and everything Hob could give him.
"Hold that thought," Hob said, his voice rough. "Hold that thought, I promise we can finish it soon." He tipped Dream's chin up and leaned down to kiss him with a happy hum. "Promise that we'll finish it soon. I promise you."
Dream licked his lips and gave a slow nod. He would hold Hob to that expectation. That it would be more. It would be everything that he needed. "Very well." At last, a taxi stopped in front of them, and Dream was pleased when, after being shoved into the car, Hob grabbed him and dragged him into his lap. He turned to press his nose to Hob's neck where his scent was at last starting to come through and sighed happily. He would be able to be wrapped in Hob's scent once more soon enough.
Hob gave the cab driver his address and turned all of his attention to Dream, to the precious omega curled in his lap, still with a nose pressed to his neck, trying to get as close as he humanely, possibly could. He shivered and gave Dream a small poke in the side through his jacket. "Did you text your sister," he asked, his voice soft, smiling when Dream nodded. "You can stay with me for as long as you want, and if anything happens with your family afterward, I want you to come my way, okay?"
Dream swallowed and pulled out his phone, but his sister had yet to respond, which meant that things were all right. Probably. "I doubt that my father would truly..." he hesitated. Did he know that? The man who had been trying to force him to meet dozens of alphas, to start finding an alpha match? Did he know that his father would do him no harm? He straightened his shoulders and met Hob's eyes. "In the event that he tries anything, I will come to you," he promised, and was rewarded with a pleased and proud smile from Hob that had him wanting to roll over on his belly and tilt his hips up for Hob. He shuddered. He'd never wanted anyone with this kind of ferociousness in his entire life.
"We'll be there soon," Hob promised, his voice hoarse, even as Dream squirmed in his lap for what felt like the fifth time in five minutes. He could smell it now, the scent of Dream's slick, and it was heady, his mind swimming as he imagined burying his face between Dream's legs to drink from him. HIs mouth watered and he nearly groaned in relief when the cab driver at last turned down his road. "There," he said, glad when the car stopped quickly. He ripped out his wallet and threw money at the man before helping Dream to slide out of the cab to stand in front of his flat.
Hob took Dream's hand and gave it a squeeze, until Dream looked him. His eyes were clearly still hazy from lust. "No pressure, all right? I don't have any expectations, and I'm good with whatever you're comfortable with." He made sure Dream understand, leaning in closer. "That includes if I don't end up getting off. I'll survive and I can go take care of myself in the bathroom. I want to take care of you and make you feel good." He licked his lips and led Dream up to the front door, getting it open. The thought of not being able to touch Dream was torture, but it would be worth it to keep his trust, that was by far the more important thing to him.
Dream licked his lips and kicked off his shoes, removed his jacket, and then turned to look at Hob, his whole body sagging in relief as Hob stepped in close once he'd done the same. Immediately, he was hauled against Hob's body, his own dwarfed by how much bigger he was and it had him shivering in want. He sighed happily, moaning as he pressed his nose to Hob's neck, groaning again. Here, in his home, Hob didn't feel the need to help the suppressants control his scent, and now he could taste the intoxicating flavor of Hob's want. He licked over the spot again and again.
"Fuck," Hob whined, keeping Dream held close, even as the omega climbed into his arms and tried to get closer still, rolling his hips and pressing in. "Love, slow down for just a second, I'm not going to have you in the entryway."
Dream was about to protest, Hob should take it as a compliment that he wanted him enough to eschew all proper propriety, when Hob growled, low in his ear. It was a promise that had him whining, his hips bucking to rub against Hob's thigh. He wanted. He wanted so fucking badly, for the first time since he had started getting heats, he had found someone that he wanted and he was going to convince Hob that they could go as far as they wanted.
"I'll give you everything you want," Hob promised, walking Dream back into the living room, taking a moment to sit down among the cushions and blankets, before he pulled Dream properly into his lap, patting on his thigh. "I will give you everything." He licked his lips, tilted Dream's head back, and leaned into a kiss, groaning into it. Dream was melting, twisting in his lap until the omega was draped on top of him, grinding and rubbing against his belly, the scent of him getting stronger and stronger in the room.
Hob was hard enough to pound fucking nails and he knew he needed to try to be the rational one for a few seconds. At least a few seconds, so he didn't end up hurting Dream. That would be the last thing he wanted, especially now that they'd made it here, and they wanted each other.
Dream broke away from the kiss and groaned, rolling his hips harder to grind against Hob's belly, reaching down to shove his shirt up to get it out of the way, when he found his hands stilled. He froze, staring at Hob, but there was no upset in his eyes or his scent, only a faint smile that he wanted to kiss off. He leaned in and kissed Hob, glad when the hands holding him in place didn't prevent that, only drew him closer. By the time he needed air again, Hob had one arm around his waist and one buried in his hair. He purred, tilting his head back and into the hand in his hair.
"Love," Hob called, leaning in to kiss Dream's cheek. "You need to listen for a second. I want to make sure I don't hurt or upset you. I don't want you to get surprised." He licked his lips and shuddered as Dream rocked his hips down again, a determined grind this time that left him shuddering. "Love, please." He whined.
Dream growled, even though it was nothing compared to the full-throated growl of promise that Hob could give and glared at Hob. "What is it that we need to discuss that is more important than this?" he rolled his hips, pointedly, just to watch Hob's eyes flutter and his mouth fall open. "I want-"
"Okay," Hob panted, taking a deep breath, heaving it in, and then releasing it. "What do you want? I've told you what I want, now I need to hear what you want. Do you understand?"
Dream licked his lips, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Hob. "No, I do not. I have told you I want you."
Hob whined and bit down on his lip, staring at Dream. "You have." He took another deep breath and smiled at him, reaching up to comb his fingers through wild black hair. Dream was so fucking beautiful. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, watching the tension melt out of Dream's shoulders the second he said something. "But you need to remember. I tend toward the alpha side of the spectrum. I'm not going to do anything you don't want, ever. But I don't want you to panic if you feel a knot form."
Dream stared at Hob, waiting for the revulsion to crawl up his spine at the thought that Hob could knot him, just like those alphas had promised to do. But it was curiously absent, and instead, in its place, was a tighter clenching of his belly and the reminder of just how empty he was. He swallowed and licked his lips, nodding again. "And you wish to knot me?"
"I want," Hob said, huffing out a laugh. "You to get off doing exactly what you seem determined to do right there, then ride my face. I could care less how I get off, I just want to make you feel good." He shuddered as that was enough to have Dream rocking against him again, clearly impatient. "But I would like to fuck you at some point, when you are ready. It does not need to be this second, but I would like to."
Dream chewed on his lip and leaned in, pressing his hands to Hob's shoulder, pinning him back to the couch, grinding against the swell of his belly enough to make his jeans feel painfully tight. "That," he panted. "Did not answer my question." He licked his lips and let himself think about it, rocking his hips back to grind against the cock he could feel in Hob's jeans. There was no obvious knot, but Hob would form one, could form one with him. But did he want...
Hob tilted his head and stared at Dream as he waited several seconds. "Not tonight," Hob said, when Dream didn't answer immediately. "I will take care of you in any other way that you wish tonight. As often as tonight. But we'll save that, at least until tomorrow." He kissed away any possible upset on Dream's face.
Dream tilted his head and stared down at Hob, before rocking his hips to start up another steady grind. "Then I would like your fingers and tongue in me tonight." Joy, and excitement, thick and cloying, was bleeding off of Hob in waves, and Dream nearly fell nose-first into him, before fumbling with his shirt again. "That is an acceptable compromise?"
Hob groaned as Dream pushed his shirt up until he needed to shift on the couch to pull it off, leaving him bare to Dream's gaze, and the hunger there was enough to have him shuddering. He didn't work out, not like many other alphas and betas, many others whom Dream could have wanted, but Dream didn't seem to mind, running his hands all over his belly, tugging at his chest hair. "Not going to hear me complaining. Just don't be surprised if I use your slick to jerk off," he managed to pant out.
Dream blinked curiously at Hob, his lips curling in a smirk as he draped himself over Hob's body once he had removed his own shirt. A lazy kiss, deepening second by second until he was already grinding up and against Hob was enough to tell him that he wouldn't mind. "Perhaps I will jerk you off using my slick," Dream answered instead, watching Hob's eyes darken until they were almost black. The large hands at his hips dug into his skin and Dream felt like he was going to shake apart from doing only this. They didn't even have all of their clothing off, it was ridiculous.
"Have at me, my body is yours," Hob promised, tilting his head back to bar his neck when Dream nosed in closer, nibbling and sucking at the skin of his neck. The faint hint of his teeth had an embarrassingly loud moan coming out of him, and he reached up to cup Dream's head to keep him close as they did their best to utterly and completely devour each other. He wanted nothing more than to devour Dream, everything he would offer. "Anything you want, I'll give it to you, Dream. I promise."
"I," Dream panted, giving another slow, torturous grind against Hob. "Plan to hold you to that." He reached down and shoved Hob's hands lower, over his jeans, both of them fumbling with the zipper for a few seconds before he let out a frustrated growl. He wanted to touch his bare skin now, to feel it pressed up against him and-
"Easy, easy," Hob coaxed, reaching out to rub Dream's arms gently. He was flushed and clearly turned on, the scent of slick thick in the room, and they needed to move. He pulled Dream down for another kiss, slow and gentle, as he pushed himself upright, keeping Dream in his arms. Once he was upright, Hob smiled at Dream. His lips were slick and red from all of their kissing, but more importantly, Dream was clinging to him, desperate for more touching of any kind, clearly.
Hob grinned and stroked over Dream's cheeks, trying to soothe him for a moment as his chest heaved, the scent of slick getting more and more pronounced. "What do you think about moving this party over to my bed and us losing the pants?" He gave Dream a shy smile. "Promise I'm not going to be upset if you say that you're not ready for it, or if you need-"
Dream slammed their lips together, growling into Hob's mouth before pulling back to look at him. "I would have you now, as much as I can, after having almost lost you earlier." He reached up and tightened his fingers in Hob's hair, yanking him in for another determined kiss, even as he sat in Hob's lap, unable to push him for more, though he wanted it, desperately.
"You didn't lose me," Hob said, smiling at Dream, blinking in confusion when Dream's hand darted out and grabbed his shirt where it was hanging off the coffee table. Dream pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and Hob's breath caught as he stared at the Compatibility notice. He swallowed hard. "Dream-"
"I never want to hear you call me Morpheus again," Dream said, ripping the folded paper in half, then again, then a third time, letting the paper flutter in shreds to the floor, his chest heaving. He glared at Hob. "Never again, if you wish to be with me in any fashion. Do you understand? My father calls me Morpheus. I will not hear that name from you."
Hob softened and reached out to touch Dream's face, cupping his jaw in his palm. His heart turned over in his chest and he tugged Dream in, slow and certain, kissing him until Dream at last softened and leaned into the kiss. True mates or not didn't matter, it truly didn't. He was where he wanted to be, with whom he wanted to be near. That was all that he really cared about, being able to take care of Dream and give him everything that he deserved and even more beyond that.
"Dream," Hob repeated obediently, watching some of the fight bleed out of the omega. "Love, I can promise you one thing." He leaned in and kissed Dream's cheek, and then his forehead, and his lips once more, soft and teasing. "I will never call you Morpheus again." He grinned and raised both his eyebrows. "However, I retain full rights to call you a myriad of nicknames until you find some that you like, sound good dove?"
Dream swallowed, shivering, squirming on Hob's lap, nodding. "That is acceptable. Now, you mentioned bed?"
Hob chuckled and gave Dream's thigh a pat. "That would require you to get off my lap." He looked pointedly down at Dream's jeans, which he had no doubt were wet. "We can throw your pants in the wash, too, so you can wear them again tomorrow."
Dream stood up and stretched, before undoing the button on his pants pointedly in front of Hob, shivering when that got a growl out of the beta. There was none of the threat of alpha in his scent, only a heavy sort of desire that he wanted to be suffocated by, quite willingly. He reached out and raked his fingers through Hob's long hair, giving it a gentle tug. "So good to me. I'd like that."
"Right," Hob said, his voice hoarse, even as Dream turned around and stepped away from him, heading to the bedroom. He could see the dark shadow on the base of Dream's pants, which told him that the omega was open and leaking for him, and the scent grew heavier by the second. Hob stumbled getting off the couch, stripping off his belt and his socks as he hit the doorway, freezing at the sight of Dream standing beside his bed, looking at him. He stepped in closer and kissed him, not wanting him to feel insecure for a moment.
Dream melted, leaning against Hob with a happy sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. Hob's arms had come around him and pulled him close and his whole body sagged, leaning into him. The want, the desire, all of it curling in his belly was still there, but it was muted, no longer as poundingly important as it had been a few minutes prior. He dropped his nose to Hob's neck, where at last, his scent was starting to come through, despite the blockers. He groaned and pressed his lips to the glands there, unable to keep from sucking on the skin, trying to stimulate them to get more and more of that intoxicating scent.
"Bed," Hob said, his voice hoarse. "You might be cold for a little, but then I promise to warm you up." Dream snorted against his neck and he grinned, reaching down to settle his hands on the edge of Dream's jeans. "Can I take these off? Do you want mine off first?"
Dream shivered and mimicked Hob's pose, dropping his hands to the waist of his jeans. "I would be comfortable if you were to be naked first." He slid his hands forward, along the curve of Hob's belly, scraping his nails through the fine hairs there, relishing in the surprised moan that got him from Hob. The button and zipper work the work of a minute, the jeans pooling on the floor beneath him. He licked his lips again.
"You are..." Dream paused and inhaled Hob's scent once more, groaning quietly against his skin. "I wish to touch all of you, have you against me, to feel you, to mark you up." He dug his fingers into Hob's head and lifted his head, looking up at the beta, chewing on his lip. "I know it is unseemly for an omega to want, to want to mark you-"
"Oh no, none of that," Hob corrected, silencing Dream's protests with a rough kiss, biting at his lips until Dream was moaning and squirming in his arms, trying to touch as much of him as possible. When Hob pulled back, he could hear the slick sound of Dream's thighs rubbing together. Dream wanted, badly, and he was going to love every second of making sure he got what he wanted. He licked his lips and smirked. "You are welcome to mark me. You are welcome to want to leave your mark on me, to use my body for pleasure. In fact."
Hob tipped Dream's chin up a fraction so Dream met his eyes, letting the moment stretch until Dream's nervousness had melted out of him, exactly as he wanted. "In fact, dove, please feel free to use my body for your pleasure in whatever way you would like. Not only can I guarantee that I will love every single second of it, I want to do that for you. I want to be that for you."
Dream whined, his whole body shuddering as he began to scramble, working with Hob to push his jeans (that were far more wet than he'd admit to now), down his legs, until he was standing bare in front of Hob. He trembled and lifted his chin, glad when he was pulled in close again, wrapped up in those arms, not allowed to feel cold for more than a second. He sighed in relief, happily, and kissed Hob's scent glands, pressing his nose to them.
"Now, correct me if I'm wrong," Hob started, his voice soft. "But I'm guessing you don't have a lot of practical experience here. Nothing wrong with that, but I want you to know that you can tell me to stop, no matter what I'm doing, and I will. I'll do the same for you, with me. All right?"
The care in Hob's voice, and scent, and actions would never cease to make him want to melt into the beta's arms and never leave. It was all he could do not to fall into a puddle right there next to the bed. He licked his lips and hummed, considering. "Very well. That is an acceptable compromise. Do you..." he paused, considered. "Would you allow me, for now, to be on top?"
Hob chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down Dream's back slowly, before lowering his hand to squeeze his ass briefly, just to savor the surprised yelp and moan it got him. "Oh love, I am more than thrilled to let you be on top of me. However, first, I'd like to be between your legs. Would that be okay? I want to get my mouth on you."
Dream shuddered, gasping, imagining Hob's tongue, his fingers, everything he had asked for, pressed deep into him, driving him wild, giving him everything that he wanted. "Yes, please. I want that."
"Good," Hob breathed, shifting the both of them so he could pull the top blanket on the bed down, before gesturing for Dream to climb onto the bed. He smirked at the sight of the slick glittering on the omega's thighs, something hot in him twisting, pleased. He'd pleased his omega, he'd turned him on, and had him hard and leaking already, despite barely touching him, and soon, soon he'd be put to use, giving Dream all of the pleasure he could stand.
Worried ocean-deep eyes met his a second later, so Hob didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and between Dream's hesitantly spread thighs. He leaned down to kiss Dream's belly, nuzzling into the dark hairs leading to the base of his cock that was leaking, just like he was. "You doing well?"
Dream gasped and reached down to tangle his fingertips in Hob's hair, giving an impatient tug. "I am well. I want, I need..." he squirmed as Hob's hands, big and warm, cupped his thighs and spread him just a fraction further, tugging him up to get a pillow under his hips. He was spread and exposed, and the heat in Hob's gaze had him squirming, desperate for what Hob was promising him with his eyes alone. "Please, please Hob."
"Don't worry," Hob promised, leaning down to nuzzle Dream's belly again. "I'll give you what you want. Then you can rub yourself off on my belly. Think you wanted to do that earlier, didn't you?"
A startled moan escaped Dream and he covered his mouth as he imagined exactly what, grinding and rubbing against Hob's belly, pressed against all of him, marking the beta as his, just as he wanted Hob to mark him. He tightened his hand in Hob's hair, biting back another whine as he spread his legs wider. "Please, Hob." Dream felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, how needy he was being making him squirm, but then Hob was nosing lower and he couldn't think of anything else.
"That's what I thought," Hob said with a grin, looking up at Dream, even as he pressed kisses down the length of his cock. Dream's cry and tug on his hair was intoxicating and he moaned against the scent of him, burying his nose in the hair at the base of his cock. Here, Dream's scent was far less muted, even though he was steadily coming off his usual blockers like Hob was, but he could smell just how much Dream wanted him, how he was leaking steadily, from both ass and cock. He licked his lips and let a low rumbling growl, echo in his throat.
"Hope that you know," Hob said, licking up some of the slick on Dream's thighs with a moan, his nostrils flaring at the taste. "You can rub yourself off on me any time you like. Best kind of compliment, to know that you like that I'm chubbier than you."
Dream growled, even as he squirmed and tried to pull Hob closer. "You are perfect," he snarled, vehement. "You are warmth, and comfort, and strong, I think you could hold me up and fuck me without using any support."
A surprised laugh tripped into a moan and Hob hovered over the tip of Dream's cock, looking at him, even as a pretty blush began to crawl over Dream's cheekbones. "We'll talk more about that fantasy later, but I am quite happy to oblige that, if it's something that you want." When Dream's eyes widened, his pupil taking over his eye, leaving only the thinnest ring of blue, Hob leaned down to swallow the head of Dream's cock. The bitter flavor flooded his mouth and Dream cried out above him, his back arching off the bed.
However reticent he'd expected Dream to be in bed, reflecting how he was as a person, Hob was blown away to see Dream completely unravel and be utterly shameless in bed. He begged, demanded, and wanted more. The harder Hob sucked him down, the faster pace he set, Dream met him and then demanded more. Hob pulled his mouth away, panting against the slick slide of Dream's cock, nuzzling at it as Dream cried out again, a siren spread out on his bedsheets, soaking the fabric beneath him.
"You don't have to hold on, you know," Hob said, resting his chin on Dream's thigh, looking up at him. Beside him, Dream's cock twitched, and another bead of pre slowly slid down the length of it. Hob slid a hand up Dream's thigh, through the slick there, coating his fingers in it, before reaching up further, stroking and teasing at Dream, the higher that he went. Dream's chest was heaving, and he was clenching at the bedsheets, thrashing under him. "I'm going to get you off like this, then I'm going to drag your legs over my shoulder and get my tongue and fingers in you.
Dream cried out, his whole body shaking as Hob pressed against his leaking hole with two fingers, teasing him with the blunt pressure. He rolled his hips back, trying to get them in, wanting them in as deep as he could take them. "Hob, I need, your fingers, please!" He thrashed on the bedsheets, any semblance of control gone as Hob smirked against his skin once more and sucked a mark into his hipbone, making him whine again. Hob's scent was deep and pleased with himself and Dream wanted to snarl at him, to demand that he be given what Hob was teasing him with, but his body was a live wire, the pleasure reaching higher and higher the longer he was teased.
He was about to demand that Hob take him into his mouth once more when Hob, blessedly, did exactly that, swallowing him down to the root, while also pressing two fingers into him. Dream shouted, reaching up to grab at his own hair, his hips rocking frantically - fucking back against Hob's thick finger inside him, and the mouth pleasuring. It was too much, he was too close, and he wasn't going to be able to hold on.
"Hob, Hob, I can't!" Dream sobbed, his breath hitching as he ground down on Hob's fingers, chasing that deeper, thicker touch that he wanted. He could smell how much Hob wanted him and now all he could imagine was the beta sinking into him, fucking him until he screamed. He licked his lips and gasped, desperate, wanting, needing Hob to send him over the edge.
Dream was so wound up, Hob had a feeling he wouldn't have been able to say the last time he'd allowed himself to let go. He was wound tighter than a spring, and Hob had only been responsible for maybe half the tension running through Dream's body. When he curled his finger and brushed it against Dream's prostate, prompting a whole new wave of slick to pour out of him, and for Dream's voice to rise to a borderline scream, he closed his eyes and focused on swallowing as Dream came at last.
Dream collapsed back to the bed, his chest heaving, small whines escaping him with every exhale. His entire body felt like it was trembling, and he had to suck in a frantic breath to try to get himself to calm down and breathe through everything he was feeling. Hob was still kneeling between his legs, stroking gently at his thighs, waiting for him to come back down and he managed a weak smile.
Hob watched Dream for a few moments, waiting for Dream to meet his eyes, and when he did, he shifted them both, lifting Dream's leg so he was lying with both legs pressed together again. He shifted and crawled up the bed, stretching out beside Dream, ignoring the pounding demand of his cock. He wrapped an arm around Dream's waist, and gently drew the omega into his arms, hugging him close. He nuzzled into Dream's hair, humming softly to him.
"I'm right here," Hob breathed, his voice soft. "Don't you worry," he promised. "I'm right here, Dream. I'm not going anywhere." When Dream latched onto him and clung to him as tight as he could, Hob smiled and kissed the top of Dream's head. "You're okay. Deep breaths. I bet that was a lot. You're okay, I promise."
Dream nodded against the soft hair of Hob's chest, glad that the man hadn't questioned him, had only hugged him tight, and held him, refusing to let go. He sagged into the touch, relaxing as he sighed heavily. He was still trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure running through him. He clenched down on the emptiness inside him and bit down a soft keen. If he'd had Hob's knot inside him, he wouldn't feel so empty, and then he would know what it was like to be wanted, completely.
"You doing okay?" Hob asked softly after several minutes had passed and Dream's trembling had stopped. "Do you need anything?"
Dream blinked sleepily against Hob's chest. He'd been drowsing almost, lulled to sleep by an explosive orgasm and the warmth of Hob's arms around him. He wanted nothing more than to stay here for as long as he possibly could. However, with Hob's question, came the realization that he had not seen to Hob's pleasure and he jolted to attention, yanking himself back from the soft press of Hob's chest.
"You! Why did you not have me see to your pleasure!" Dream accused, narrowing his eyes at Hob. "I didn't want you to be selfish and focus solely on me!"
Hob chuckled and stared at Dream, raising his eyebrows. "Well, you looked like you needed a cuddle after an orgasm that good. I'm no stranger to some delayed gratification. I didn't mind waiting. I knew we'd get around to it." He shrugged and grinned, despite the playful glare that Dream gave him in turn. "It's all right, I promise."
"How might I pleasure you?" Dream asked, stubbornly staring Hob down. He could not provide as masterful a blowjob, but perhaps he could TRY and it would be enough for Hob. Or perhaps-
"Would you let me fuck your thighs?" Hob asked.
Dream blinked tilting his head a fraction. "My thighs?"
Hob nodded eagerly. "Yeah, cause if did that, if you turned around to face me and I held you like this, with us on our sides? You could rub up against my belly as I did. Thought you might like that."
Dream's breath caught and he felt a shiver run down his spine, a fresh rush of slick escaping from him. Hob had only been half-hard, and growing softer where they were pressed together, but now, with their combined scent of arousal in the air, it would not take either of them much to be interested, desperately so, again. He squirmed closer to Hob and tilted his head back so he could meet Hob's eyes properly. "This would please you?"
"Immensely," Hob said, grinning at Dream, leaning in to kiss him. "Plus, if I pop my knot like this, won't be as scary for you. It's not going to be able to go anywhere, and you can get the chance to feel it."
The thought of being drenched in Hob's scent, for his thighs and cock to be coated in Hob's scent, his seed, had Dream moaning and his hips grinding forward to seek friction that was not yet there. "I," he cleared his throat, the word coming out rough and dry. "I would like that very much, Hob."
"All right love," Hob said with a grin, tilting Dream into another kiss. "Gonna have to spread your legs a little bit so I can get into position, then it'll just be keeping your thighs shut, and I'll do the rest. Feel free to manhandle me as you like so you can get what you need too."
A casual order, once more, to manhandle Hob as he saw fit. A shiver ran up his spine and he parted his thighs with a slick sound. Hob moaned, and Dream watched the emotions across his face, the clear arousal, the desire, the want, all of it for him. He shuddered and shifted closer, glad when Hob reached between them to take his cock in hand and get into position to put it against his thigh. It was hot and hard, and when he closed his thighs once more, trapping Hob's cock there, Hob moaned, loud and eager in his ear.
"Pull me closer," Dream ordered, his voice the barest of gasps before Hob did exactly as he'd demanded, and they were pressed against each other. He trembled, sucking in a deep breath, trying not to shake as he buried his nose in Hob's neck again, panting against the scent glands there. "Are you going to take me? Let me feel you? How you would fuck me if you were inside me?"
Hob groaned and whined, rocking his hips back and forth into the slick channel of Dream's thighs. "I would make love to you, if I were in you," he whispered, his voice soft. "I would take care of you, give you everything you wanted, watch you fall apart on my cock before I ever began to think about knotting you."
Dream whined, rolling his hips to grind against Hob. Like this, Hob's belly was pressed up against his own stomach and cock, and the soft, hairy skin was everything, and Dream wanted to bury himself in it. Especially when Hob began to move, the heat of his cock sliding between his thighs slowly gaining speed as he moved faster and faster. He wanted that. Wanted everything Hob was promising and more. He wanted Hob's teeth on his neck, high, where everyone could see it, where everyone would know that he was taken, that he was wanted. He wasn't too broken for a mate, he had Hob, and Hob wanted him.
Hob slid his hand down to Dream's waist, coaxing him into a steady rhythm, grinding into the hot clench of his thighs again and again. It wouldn't take much at all to get him there, even though he could feel his knot starting to swell, drawn out by Dream's tiny and pointed gasps of pleasure. He shook, gasping into Dream's hair as he did a harder grind in, chasing the pleasure shooting up his spine. He heard the moment Dream realized his knot was swelling, the soft gasp that escaped him against his neck, and the full-body shudder Dream gave in response.
"Love," Hob breathed softly, groaning as Dream bucked against him harder at the endearment. "Do you want to know what it feels like? Do you want to touch it?" He kept up a steady grinding pace, not trying to thrust, just savoring the tiny push and pull that he allowed himself as he fucked in, again and again. Hob took Dream's hand and waited for the frantic nod before he brought it down between them, pressing Dream's fingertips to the swelling knot. "S'not as big as an alpha's would be, but it'll lock in you just fine if that's something that you want."
Dream moaned, feeling out the knot at the base of Hob's cock as Hob barely trembled beneath him, under his gentle exploration. It was so warm, and now that he'd felt it, he wanted it inside him, wanted Hob to hold him just like this and to fuck the knot into him and keep him there, warm and pleasured for as long as he pleased. A lifetime of painless heats, spent stuck on the swell of of Hob's knot sounded like heaven, especially when it wasn't accompanied by a possessive growl, just a small whine of eagerness accompanied by a flood of scent as Dream wrapped his fingers around the knot and squeezed.
Hob gasped, his whole body shuddering as Dream repeated the squeeze, his hips bucking into Dream's thighs. He'd never had someone... "Dream," he moaned, suddenly desperate and far closer to the edge than he ever could have predicted. A sob escaped as Dream repeated the touch and he realized what his touch was doing. Hob had never felt more at the mercy of someone else, and so excited for it at the same time. Dream started up a steady squeezing rhythm, with every grind of his hips, and Hob wanted to try to warn him as it finished swelling, and then all it took was a small, pleading whine from Dream to send him flying over the edge, coming hard enough that his vision went a little black at the edges as he clenched Dream to him tight.
He fucked through the aftershocks, his knot pulsing again and again from where it was nestled solidly between Dream's thighs, and Hob breathed out shakily into Dream's hair, still holding onto him tight. He'd knotted people before and not had it be that overwhelming, not feel like that much, and he was perfectly fine staying here for a few seconds, or minutes longer, inhaling Dream's satisfied and pleased scent.
"You are beautiful," Dream breathed, stroking at the side of Hob's face, even as he kept his nose pressed up against Hob's scent glands. "And I did not articulate myself earlier. I want you. As you want me. I do not wish for you to leave, and I will keep you, or be kept by you, for as long as you allow it. I do not..." he swallowed, hard. "I do not need a true mate, not if I have you by my side, for I would do nothing but compare them to you and find them inadequate."
Hob blinked away tears, sniffling hard as he tightened his arms around Dream, holding him in close. Dream was still hard against his stomach, but he hadn't made any move to chase that orgasm that he could have since Hob had come. He swallowed and nodded. "I feel the same, you know," he whispered against Dream's hair. "Not sure how someone could be more perfect than you are, Dream. I adore you, and I want to keep adoring you. Take you on dates and take my time falling in love with you. That's what I want."
Dream sagged in relief against Hob and nodded. "That is a future I am happy to pursue," he agreed, rolling his hips, even as Hob hissed in sensitivity. "And, perhaps, this?"
Hob muffled a laugh, taking a deep breath before he rolled them out of the wet spot, so Dream could straddle his hips, his cock pressed up against his belly. He stretched his arms up and over his head, putting himself on display for Dream. "Let me see you?" he breathed, staring. "Let me see you take your pleasure, Dream."
Dream spread his hands out on Hob's chest, feeling out his pectoral muscles and the thick hair there with a groan. That was an order he was all too happy to obey, especially when he could smell how much Hob loved it. Like this, he couldn't imagine being cold again, not with the weight of Hob's arms around him.
~!~
Dream had finished tucking in the fresh set of sheets, adjusting Hob's dressing gown around him when his phone chimed. He turned to look over at it, confused. He'd informed his sister of where he was and didn't have any sort of work that was due. He picked up his phone and opened the notification, only to stare at the title of the email in abject terror.
True Match - Located. Probability of full match - 98%
Dream had never read a more horrifying series of words in his life and he slammed the phone down, his heart pounding. Hob was in the other room making lunch for them (they'd slept and made love through breakfast and his body was sore with the bites Hob had left on it, though he had left more than his fair share on Hob himself), so Dream had a few minutes to compose himself. He stepped over to the window, looking out at the gray and cloudy skies.
He leaned his head against his arm, breathing in deep. Even if it was his True Mate, there was no guarantee that it would be like this. That it would be easy, that there would be simple comfort, his needs accepted and seen to without complaint. Whether he would be supportive, whether he would smile every time this mysterious person's lips touched his. Dream clenched his eyes shut and let out a rough breath, exhaling hard. Whoever his phantom match was, as happy as they might have made him, he was not convinced they would make him happier than Hob would and was going to.
Dream walked over to his phone and swiped the notification away. He didn't need to know who it was. He was happy and he'd made the choice for himself. He turned to the doorway and leaned in it, watching as Hob moved easily around the kitchen in nothing more than boxers, his body (and all the scratch and bite marks) on prominent display. It had want and desire twisting at his stomach, urging him forward. Perhaps Hob would not mind delaying their breakfast for a little longer.
A chime from Hob's phone interrupted him halfway across the room, and Dream looked at the offending device that had drawn Hob's attention his way rather than letting him sneak up.
"Could you check and see what that is, love?" Hob called, flipping a pancake easily. "That's the notification sound I have for the Center. Just need to double-check that it isn't an emergency with that young omega girl from this week, anything else I refuse to leave the flat for."
"I will check," Dream agreed, moving over to Hob's phone. The knowledge that Hob would not leave him, save for someone, a child, in need, had something sharp and sweet growing in his chest and he picked up the phone, swiping the notification open.
True Match - Located. Probability of full match - 98%
The words, identical to his own, had Dream blinking in shock, staring at it. How had Hob received an identical notification? Had there been a series of registrants today, had there been-
"Dream?"
-some sort of mass sign-up at the Center and now they'd both found their True Mates after agreeing they wanted each other? Tears welled up in Dream's eyes as he stared at it. Hob did deserve his True Mate, even if Hob wanted him and had spent the last day convincing him of as much.
"Dream!"
Dream blinked, swaying as Hob was suddenly in front of him, staring at him, his scent sharp and worried. He shook himself and tried to refocus, clearing his throat. He offered the phone to Hob and watched as he read the message. There was a faint widening of his eyes, and then a smile he did not recognize on Hob's face. Dream felt his heart crack, straight down the center, as Hob took the phone from him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain of the rejection.
"Huh." Hob chuckled. "Should have guessed."
Dream scowled, his eyes slamming open to glare at Hob, only to find him smiling, and the worry starting to fade from his scent in leaps and bounds, replaced by joy. He clenched his hands into fists and stepped back. "I will take my leave," he said, stepping away. "I am sure you-"
"Haven't checked your email yet, have you?" Hob asked, still smiling.
Dream glared him, about to snap that he had, in fact, checked his email, and had received...
Dream's eyes widened and he looked down at the phone in Hob's hand, inhaling sharply. "It's..."
Hob tilted the phone so Dream could see the opened email. "Officially certified and recognized by the Center. We're a ninety-eight percent chance for a True Mate match." He gave Dream a shy grin. "Kinda explains why we've both been so all in from the get-go. Our instincts were recognizing what we weren't."
Dream's mouth was dry and he pressed his fingertips to his mouth, his eyes filling with tears. "We're True Mates?" It seemed too good to be true, utterly impossible that he would be this lucky, that not only had he found a man like Hob, he had found what he had been looking for all along. A match his family could never refute.
"We are," Hob said with a nod of his head, his grin widening. "Won't know for sure til we do the biting claim during your heat, whenever that shows up, but based on our experiences the past three weeks, it lines up." He reached out and drew Dream into his arms. "You didn't open the email, did you?"
Dream shook his head. "I archived it. I'd made my choice. You were my choice. I, they, there was no way they could match up to you." The blockers were entirely out of both their systems, and he had no doubt that Hob could feel just how happy he was, even as he pressed his nose tight into Hob’s neck, scraping his teeth over the scent glands there.
“Good thing for me that I don’t have any competition then,” Hob said with a chuckle, kissing Dream’s hair and nuzzling into him with a happy sound. “Now, how about breakfast and I take you back to bed?”
Dream shivered and opened his eyes, blinking against the warm skin of Hob’s neck. He’d be in bed with his True Mate. Who wanted him, who would take care of him, and who would be his, as soon as his regular heats started again. A shiver rolled down his spine and he let out a rough break against Hob’s neck. “Breakfast,” he agreed. “Because I have every intention of riding you until you’ve knotted me when we go back to bed.”
Hob groaned and shuddered, tightening his arms around Dream. He knew precisely why Dream wanted that position, but if Dream wanted to spend the rest of his life rubbing off against his belly, well. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.