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When Hob entered his apartment, he had the feeling that he was not alone. His lover having made a habit of popping up anytime and anywhere, it wouldn't surprise him if he was waiting for him here.
He called softly "Dream?"
Getting no answer and a little disappointed to have been wrong, he headed to the bathroom to shower and get comfortable. As he passed his bedroom, his gaze drawn to the open door, he turned his head and his heart leapt in his chest.
He silently entered to get a closer look. His throat tightened at the sight of Dream lying on his side in the middle of the bed. He was sleeping peacefully, with an old hoodie of Hob's that he was squeezing against him.
Hob tiptoed out and once in the hallway, overcome with emotion, he slid against the wall, his heart racing from what he had just seen.
A few moments later, he got up and went to take his shower. He was drying his hair when he heard Dream calling him.
"Hob?"
Hob shouted, "In the bathroom!"
After a few seconds, Dream entered the bathroom and hugged him before asking, "Have you been home long?"
Hob shook his head and replied, "Just long enough to take my shower. How long have you been here? Did you get some rest?"
Hob couldn't help but blush as he thought back to the scene he had caught just before and ran the towel over his face even though it was already dry.
"Yes, I'm fine. But I missed you when I got here. You came home later than usual." Dream hugged him once more before burying his face in his neck.
Hob, delighted by Dream's clinginess, wondered if it was possible to die of an emotional overdose. He tightened his arms around Dream and they stayed like that for a few moments. Then Dream broke the embrace and pushed back Hob's hair that was tangled from the shower. He ordered gently, "Turn around, I'll help you."
Hob turned and was overwhelmed with emotion when he felt Dream run the brush through his hair. Never did he think that such a simple gesture would be something so intimate.
"How did your classes go?" asked Dream.
That too was something Hob appreciated more than anything. Dream's genuine interest in everything he did. He didn't ask the question out of politeness and listened to everything he said, making his comments, offering his advice.
They talked like this until Hob's hair was untangled and with a final kiss on his hair, Dream moved away.
Hob turned to him and said softly, "I'll get dinner ready."
They exchanged a soft kiss and while Hob headed to the kitchen, Dream went to the couch to read.
As Hob passed the bedroom, he saw that his hoodie was on the bed exactly how he had left it that morning.
While preparing the meal, he couldn't stop the questions from running through his mind. Was this the first time? Was it only this one top? Why did Dream do this?
He tried to think of something else and concentrated on his task. He was so focused that he didn't hear Dream come into the kitchen and startled when his lover slipped his arms around his waist and kissed him on the neck before resting his chin on his shoulder.
Hob tried to continue preparing the meal, but it was a bit more complicated as his dream lord stuck to him and tried to see what he was cooking over his shoulder. After a few seconds, Hob opened one of the pans with an exaggerated gesture, revealing a mouthwatering smelling sauce.
Dream hummed with satisfaction, "That looks delicious. You spoil me."
Hob retorted, "Taste it before you say that."
Then he took out plates, divided the pasta and sauce in two portions and put them on the kitchen counter, before sitting down opposite Dream.
This time it was Dream, at Hob's request, who told him what he had been doing the last few days. Hob loved it and laughed several times at the epic and entertaining story his lover was telling him.
Once the dishes were done, they spent some time together cuddling on the couch but, seeing Hob yawn several times, Dream decided it was time for them to go to sleep.
Hob was secretly amused to see how Dream was watching over his sleep and behaving like a mother hen.
As soon as they entered the room, Hob's eyes were drawn to his hoodie on the bed. He took it in his hands and couldn't help but blush slightly as he remembered how Dream had held it against him.
Dream joined him at that moment and his eyes went from Hob to the hoodie several times. Looking slightly embarrassed, he looked up at Hob and said softly, "I guess you saw me?".
Hob stammered slightly, "Ahem... Yes, I didn't know you were here when I got home and as I passed, I saw the bedroom door was open. I couldn't help but peek in. Hm... I... how do I put this... uh... do you do this a lot?"
Dream shook his head, "That was the first time."
Hob scratched the back of his head and asked in curiosity, "And, well, not that I mind, but may I ask why?"
Dream said nothing.
He made Hob put on the hoodie, slipped his arms around him, and laid his head against his chest.
"And now put your arms around me, will you?"
Hob, confused, nevertheless obeyed and hugged Dream.
Dream's voice reached him, muffled.
"That's the reason I did this, when I got here and you weren't here, I missed you, so when I saw your hoodie, it made me think of you and here you go..."
"Aww Dream... you are so cu-"
Dream growled and interrupted him, "Stop, not a word. I know this is ridiculous and I'm embarrassed enough as it is. "
Hob chuckled softly and retorted, "If I'm not allowed to say a word, then let me kiss you to express everything I feel right now."
He didn't wait for Dream's response and pressed his lips to his in an impossibly soft and tender kiss. A kiss full of devotion. Hob felt humbled at the thought of Dream missing him so much that he comforted himself by hugging one of his clothes. Just because it reminded him of his presence.
Hob lowered him gently onto the bed and, lying on top of him, he murmured, his lips against Dream's, "You don't have to be embarrassed you know. There's something intoxicating about knowing that I'm the object of such devotion. Besides, you've seen everything about me, so let me see everything about you too. Even what you think is ugly and ridiculous, show me. I want it all."
He pressed one more time his lips against those of his lover who wrapped his arms around his neck, pressing him even closer to him.
A moment later as Hob lay in Dream's arms, his head on his chest, he murmured with a smile, "Who knew the Lord of Dreams was so sweet?"
Dream growled, "Hob, I swear, if you don't shut up."
Hob couldn't help but laugh and added, "But you know, it doesn't matter, I am the only one who knows, my sweet Lord."
With a quick, skillful motion, Dream pushed Hob and turned him around, before before lying on top of him. Then he crushed his lips to his lover's, determined to silence him in the most convincing way he knew how.
Hob appreciated the sweet retaliation.