"Do you trust me?" Dream asked. His voice was muffled by the pillow most of his face was buried in, but Hob could still hear the uncertainty creeping in.
Hob made a point of cuddling closer, nuzzling into the back of Dream's neck as he pulled him to his chest.
"With my life, if it were still up for grabs."
Dream was silent a moment. When he spoke, his voice was small, barely more than a whisper.
"Why?"
"Because you're my friend. Because you've trusted me, with so much."
"But I have caused you such pain. Revelled in it, once."
"And it's nothing to the joy, the pleasure, of simply having your company now. And more besides."
At this, Hob dropped a kiss to Dream's neck. When he spoke again, it was through a barely contained grin. "And anyways, a bit of pain's half the fun, if you're doing it right."
Smurch: Day 10 | Car | “Let’s see how much you can take.” | 460 words
Tags: riding, PDA, car sex
In Hob’s quest to expose Dream to human delights, he’d taken them to a drive-in movie theater. It’s something he himself hadn’t entertained in a couple decades, but after seeing a poster advertising a marathon of Hitchcock’s classics in the month of October, Hob couldn’t resist.
He’d explained to Dream how it all worked, how everyone parks and turns the radio to a set station where the audio for the film was broadcasting, and then settles back into the comfort of your seats while watching the film silently projected onto a massive canvas.
Dream had hummed, vaguely interested, but he complied nonetheless, sitting properly in the passenger seat and viewing the black and white images through the windshield of Hob’s humble Volkswagen.
Hob should have known it wouldn’t be that easy to keep the Dream Lord’s attention focused singularly on a movie. Especially as Hob’s own thoughts began to drift… remembering a time in the mid 60s when he’d been on a date very similar to this one, to see… something, Hob couldn’t remember. He wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the screening.
Which was how he’d found himself in the backseat of his own car, his pants down to his knees and holding onto a lapful of Dream.
Dream kissed Hob like he intended to crawl inside him, tongue shoving inelegantly down his throat and pressing himself chest-to-chest as he bounced on Hob’s dick. The radio continued playing the film’s audio, the windows were fogging up, and Hob knew the car must’ve been rocking back and forth by now, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when his hands found purchase on Dream’s ass and squeezed, spreading him wider and encouraging him to pick up the pace, swallowing Dream’s moans, feeling his weeping cock begin to rub against Hob’s stomach.
“Hob,” Dream cried, his lips never leaving Hob’s face, moving along his jaw up to bite at his ear. “Not enough– I need–”
“What do you need, love?” Hob gasped, removing one hand from Dream’s shaking ass to roughly slide up his back, rucking up his shirt in the process and digging his fingernails into his ribs.
Dream groaned, his head tipping back and exposing his long throat, tempting Hob to latch his mouth onto the pretty, unmarked skin there. But all Hob could do was stare, amazed as always how such a devastatingly gorgeous creature could choose him over and over again.
“More.” Dream exhaled. His hands on Hob’s shoulders gripped roughly and pulled. Hob followed along with a yelp, suddenly finding himself bridged over Dream, who wiggled against the seat’s cushions to lay comfortably on his back.
“You’re amazing,” Hob gasped, resituating himself, grabbing Dream’s legs and encouraging them over his shoulders. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
wanted a break from (not) working on my wips, so here's a teensy little smurch snippet very loosely interpreting the day 13 prompts: degrading, praise, and "Shut up." "Make me."
prompt list from @staroftheendless
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"Are you going to shut me up, or will I have to get you to make me?" Hob asked from his position knelt at Dream's feet, Dream's hand buried in his hair.
"You think highly of your abilities," Dream spoke, tone level, not rising to the bait. "But your silence is not up to me—it is you who will not get what you want if you cannot control yourself."
Dream continued to card through Hob's hair, an oh-so-gentle tease of what Hob knows—hopes—is to come.
"And what is it I want?"
Dream's fist tightened in his hair, and a shiver ran down Hob's spine.
im so sad to see smurch ending they were so good 😭😩
Awww thank you anon, I'm so glad you enjoyed them! 💖💖 I hope you got to check out some other writer's amazing fills too!
I am also sad to see smurch go, but!!! I grew attached to a few of the prompts and I am going to be gauging interest to see if anyone wants to see some of them continued into full fledged fics, so stay tuned for a tumblr poll in the near future!
