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"I'm home!"
Hob closed the door behind him and entered the living room.
Surprised that he did not receive a reply, he walked over to the couch and could not hold back a tender smile at the scene in front of him.
Dream was sound asleep on the couch, his arms wrapped around himself, one of Hob's sweaters draped around him, holding the sleeves.
Hob, knowing that the retired Lord of Dreams was sleeping too soundly to hear him, whispered with a soft smile, "So cute.
He walked over to the couch, knelt down beside it at the same height as Dream's head, and placed his hand on his lover's.
Dream gasped before noticing what was happening.
Hob watched with pleasure as a smile blossomed on Dream's lips when he became aware that Hob was there.
"Hob, you're home."
Hob said quietly, "Looks like it."
Dream let out an appreciative moan, "Come here."
He pulled Hob to lie on top of him.
Running a hand through Dream's hair, Hob asked softly, "Are you all right, love? It's not often you fall asleep on the couch like that. "
Dream turned his head into Hob's hand that was resting on his cheek and kissed his palm.
"I was a little cold. And I missed you. Your sweater did the trick. At least for a while, but now that you're here, I realize that nothing can replace you and the warmth you give me."
Hob chuckled, "Here I am reduced to a personal heater."
Dream poked him in the forehead and replied, "You know you're more than that."
Hob smiled and planted a tender kiss on Dream's lips before resting his head on his chest and wrapping his arms around him, "Okay, let me warm you up."
Dream hummed with satisfaction, "See, I'm already warming up. You do magic too."
Hob buried his face in Dream's neck and retorted, "I didn't sign up for this much sap."
Dream replied, "You should have thought of that before you welcomed a retired Dream Lord into your home."
Hob, resting his chin on Dream's chest, replied sincerely, "I don't mind it being included in the package. I want everything from you."
Then he rested his head on Dream's chest, completely unaware that the flush on his lover's cheeks had nothing to do with the body heat Hob was producing.