Happy Ferdie Friday and final day of smurch @staroftheendless

I've decided to end smurch on a sweeter note. Thank you for posting all of these prompts and letting exercise my creative smut writing. It's been a lovely journey.

Day 31 - "You want me and you know it." | skin | surprise

“I know I don’t look my best, but it’s still rude to stare.”

Dream’s eyes snap up from Hob’s exposed collarbone. The 1600s had not been kind, and Dream had only just noticed Hob wore nothing beneath his cloak.

Hob grins when Dream meets his eyes. “Bit of skin got you concerned?”

“You are exposed,” Dream says. “It does not seem comfortable.”

“Are you offering to warm me?” Hob asks, laughing.

Dream regards Hob. “You are propositioning me. For coin.”

“It was a joke,” Hob sourly replies.

“But you do offer yourself. To other men.” Dream notes.

“A man has to eat sometimes.” Hob sighs. “I’m sorry. Please forget it.”

“And if I don’t wish to?”

Hob’s head snaps up. “You…you’re interested?”

“I have always been interested in you.” Dream replies. “You want me, as well.”

Hob gapes, then nods. “Yes. I do.”

“Then do not sell yourself tonight,” Dream replies. “I will care for you, instead.”

True to his word, Dream washes the decades of filth from Hob’s body, before he slowly opens the other man on his fingers and tongue. When Hob comes and drifts to sleep, Dream ensures his dreams are filled only with warmth and peace.

skin | surprise | "You want me and you know it." • 794 words • Smurch fill list

tags: human AU, coffeeshop AU, storage room blowjobs, right in front of the scones, the pining is mutual they're just idiots

“A crop top, Hob? Really?”

“It’s called fashion, sweetie. Look it up.”

Morpheus dumped a bag of beans into the industrial grinder and hit the button, wincing at the noise. He hated opening. He was emphatically not a morning person.

His coworker Hob, on the other hand, was both a morning person and a seemingly incurable optimist. He loved his job, loved their customers, loved trying new things. Including, apparently, very fashion-forward clothing choices for six o’clock in the morning on a cloudy Tuesday.

Morpheus did not like customers, or small talk, or new things, or much of anything about his job aside from dialing in the espresso machine and baking scones. Coffee and baking were predictable. Reliable. There were rules, and if you followed the rules, good things resulted. He appreciated that.

And he appreciated Hob. He appreciated his coworker quite a lot, in fact; perhaps more than was reasonable for a professional setting. He especially appreciated the extra skin on display as Hob stood on tiptoe, his colorful cropped T-shirt riding up as he stretched high to write the special of the day on the chalkboard.

“I am merely pointing out,” Morpheus said, shutting off the grinder, “that it may not be the most appropriate choice for work.”

“Uh huh. And I am merely pointing out,” said Hob over his shoulder, “that you want me and you know it.”

“I think you – what?” Morpheus’s mouth snapped shut as Hob’s actual words registered.

“You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He turned to face Morpheus and leaned against the counter. The space they were inhabiting, between the espresso machine and the cash register, suddenly felt very small.

Morpheus opened his mouth to protest. Nothing came out. He closed it again.

“And… if I said…” he licked his lips nervously and Hob’s eyes darted down to catch the movement. “If I said you… weren’t wrong?”

Hob pushed himself off the counter and took a step toward him.

“Then I’d probably say…” His voice was low and teasing and sent a thrill down Morpheus’s back. “I’d say there’s a big, mostly empty storage room downstairs. And I’d say that the front door is still locked and we don’t actually open for another twenty five minutes.” He took another step, until they were standing practically toe to toe. “And then I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

Morpheus answered by leaning forward, grabbing a handful of the shirt that had apparently started all this, and pressing his mouth to Hob’s. The kiss was fierce and messy and weeks of longing and not-so-thoroughly tamped-down arousal bubbled under his skin like hot coffee.

Five minutes later they were in the downstairs storage room, and Morpheus’s cock was so deep down Hob’s throat that he thought he might die.

“Why – didn’t you say something – sooner?” he gasped, then immediately regretted the question when Hob pulled off him to answer. His eyes were a little glassy and a thin strand of drool connected his bottom lip to the tip of Morpheus’s prick, which a distant semi-functional part of Morpheus’s brain filed away as the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Why didn’t you?” asked Hob hoarsely. “I know you’ve been staring at my arse since Easter at least. I thought I was being pretty damn flirty.”

“I…” Morpheus didn’t know what to say. I’m shy and awkward and everything makes me uncomfortable while you seem to swim through life with the grace of an otter was probably too much. I didn’t think you were flirting with me because you kind of flirt with everybody, likewise. How am I supposed to have a conversation or open the shop in eighteen minutes when all I can think about is the sight of your lips around my cock and all I want to do is come in your mouth and drag you down with me and smell of you for days was a serious contender. “I don’t know.”

His hips twitched forward of their own accord and Hob smiled with those glossy, spit-wet lips.

“Well,” he said, and leaned back in, dragging a deliberate tongue slowly along the hard, needy length of Morpheus’s prick, a wide swipe from root to tip that drew a surprised and whimpering fuck from his mouth. “Why don’t you think about that for a minute while I’m down here?”

Then he sucked him all the way back down and Morpheus couldn’t think about anything for quite a long while.

There was an angry comment on the shop’s Facebook page later that day, all about how they’d been half an hour late to open that morning, with no note left on the door or anything. But neither Morpheus nor Hob could bring themselves to care.

slightly late, not very smutty smurch day 14:

pain, aftercare, "Do you trust me?"

(prompt list from @staroftheendless)

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"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.”

[FIC] Built For You

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling (Hob x Dream) Rated: Explicit Word Count: 829 Tags: Anal Fingering, Prostate Massage, Pillow Princess Dream, Hob likes to tease, but also Service Top Hob Gadling Notes: Thank you @pintobordeaux for the title! Written for the Smurch day 4 prompt 'fingers'. Wrote it in a day, but I wanted to polish it up a bit before throwing it out to the world.

Summary: Hob questions Dream on some particulars of his waking world anatomy

On AO3

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"Been wondering," Hob said, as he found what he was seeking. "Why is it you've got this?"

He crooked his fingers in demonstration on the word, and Dream arched against the bed, gasping.

"Why—what—?" He was charmingly breathless, confounded by the question, splayed bare against the sheets with his knees up and open wide, and Hob smiled coyly down at him from between his legs.

"This," he repeated, stroking against that spot inside of Dream again, two slick fingers rubbing deep in slow little circles; Dream keened, body tensing up deliciously. Never let it be said Hob's centuries of experience hadn't made him quite adept at this particular art. "You create this form for the waking world, right? Why give yourself a prostate?"

"Is it not—aah—obvious?" Dream gasped, squirming into Hob's practiced touch, clenching around him.

"Mmm, maybe. Best tell me yourself, though, just to be sure." Hob shifted his fingers, made beckoning motions with each, one after the other in an alternating rhythm, bracing his thumb firmly against Dream's perineum.

Dream threw his head back against the pillows, panting, nails digging into the bedclothes beneath him, toes flexing and curling against Hob's hip. "I cannot—ah—you—expect—Hob!" It was practically a wail; Dream's petal-pink cock was stiff and leaking, pearly little drops stringing down to his abdomen, as pretty as the rest of him.

"Sorry, sorry; should've realized. Hard to talk with my fingers in your arse, yes?" Hob grinned, ducked down to plant a kiss to the inside of Dream's knee, wet and open-mouthed, hand working tirelessly.

"Yes," Dream moaned, glassy-eyed, hips flexing in counterpoint to Hob's strokes, and Hob let him have a long moment more before he stilled his fingers, withdrew them just the slightest bit.

"Sorry," he repeated, over Dream's whine of protest. "Rude of me not to let you answer. Go ahead; I'm listening."

Dream's chest was heaving, yet another very human trait he displayed in these moments, and his eyes were wholly black, stars winking in their depths. "Because," he managed at last, a venomous edge in his voice, but his body was still grasping at Hob's unmoving fingers, greedy for more. "It pleases me, to craft this form so. You bestow the most exquisite pleasure upon me, with it. What purpose would it serve, to deny myself such indulgence?"

"None at all," Hob agreed, stretching his fingers just a little; Dream twitched, let go of the bedclothes and reached up instead for Hob's shoulder, gripping tightly, anchoring himself.

"But it is not for my pleasure, alone," he said, eyelashes fluttering as Hob twisted slowly inside him. "The delight that you take in—nnnh—in having me thus. Is a joy to behold. And I would have you. Continue."

"'Course—sorry to keep you waiting, dove." Hob shifted closer, quite suddenly uninterested in further teasing; Dream talked of receiving pleasure, and Hob wanted to see it. He slid back in deep, caressing in the exact right spot, biting his lip at the way Dream's whole body tensed again, straining for his touch. "You're a vision like this, you know that?" he murmured, and it was nothing but the truth.

Dream made an incoherently-pleased noise and Hob kept working him, rubbing tight little circles with expert precision until Dream was trembling, desperate, keyed up and whimpering Hob's name over and over, leaking steadily onto his own belly. Hob himself was plenty hard, plenty ready, but he wasn't quite finished with his fingers just yet. He stilled, pulled out, relishing the way Dream shuddered and whined. "Gimme a sec," he apologized, shifting position, shaking out the cramping in his hand. He loomed up over Dream, bracing one hand beside his torso, the other ghosting over Dream's drooling prick on the way back down.

Dream gasped at the fleeting touch, squirming, needy. "Hob—" His voice cracked over the final consonant, broken with want.

"Hang on," Hob murmured, tracing tenderly over his open hole. "Gonna make you come on my fingers, then I'm going to fuck you. Alright?"

"Yes," Dream sobbed, and Hob wasn't about to keep him waiting. He pushed three fingers inside, careful but inexorable until the tip of his middle finger brushed Dream's prostate again. After all, if Dream crafted it specifically for the sake of receiving pleasure, from Hob, the least he could do was oblige. He caressed firmly, earning a shuddering moan, then set to stroking rapidly back and forth across it as fast as he could.

Dream's head lashed back and he cried out, body gone rigid, his grip spasming on Hob's bicep. Hob's strokes got broader and broader, thrusting properly now, curved for maximum contact and Dream was completely gone on it. He made a magnificent sight, arched throat spilling beautiful sounds, pale skin gleaming in the lamplight, thighs quaking with the rising tide of orgasm.

Hob drank him in, the singular beauty of the Dreamlord in the throes of pleasure, and gave him absolutely no quarter.

==== Drafted: 3/4/23 Posted: 4/5/23

Smurch Prompt: Day 19

flirting | inappropriate | "is that a threat or a promise?"

@staroftheendless my very late submission for today's prompt.

Dream had become very good about dragging himself away from his work to spend time with Hob. It took a few difficult, frustrating conversations, but they were worth it. Because now he got to see his lovely husband almost every day, even only for a few hours, and he couldn’t be happier with their relationship. Unfortunately he didn’t consider the potential consequences it would have on his own work. So when he felt the weight in the air that meant the King of Dreams was paying him a visit, Hob raised his head to where Dream lounged on his office couch, took one look at the mischievous glint in his eyes and groaned.

“No, absolutely not. Not today.” Dream draped his arm over his own chest and beckoned Hob closer with one elegant finger.

“No, I have papers to mark, a class in less than an hour, and-”

“I assure you, it will be quick,” Dream crooned. He rolled onto his front in one smooth, sinuous motion. Hob’s breath audibly hitched as he watched the long lines of his lover’s body move. Dream, with his head now propped up on his hands, fixed Hob with smouldering look. “You know well I can be quick.”

“That’s what you said the last time.” Unfortunately, his resolve had wavered, and Dream knew it too, giving one of those tiny smug smiles he had when he knew he would get his way. “And this is hardly the place, anyone could walk in here at any moment. It’s unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate last week too, but that did not seem to deter you from laying me out on your desk and filling me with your ardour.” Hob shivered lightly at the longing in Dream’s voice. He watched with slightly heavier breathing as Dream got to his feet, walking soundlessly towards him. His head tipped back to maintain eye contact with Dream ad he rounded his desk and stood over him in his office chair. “It was inappropriate and unprofessional the week before too, when you stripped bare and begged and pleaded for the honour of pleasing me with your mouth and for me to take you afterwards. Right here on your office floor.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a week before finals last week,” Hob grumbled. “You know, I’m beginning to think you only want me for my body…” He ended on a low exhale when Dream trailed his cool fingers across his neck.

“Oh?” Dream pulled his chair to face him and slowly sunk to his knees, looking every bit the entitled King even with his face in Hob’s lap and his hands working at his fly.

“Yes, oh. Because now you’re finally making time in your busy schedule for me,” Hob gasped when his cock was exposed to the cool air, and buried one of his hands in Dream’s feather-soft locks. “And all you want to do is fuck and disrupt my job.”

“Is this not what you wished for, dear husband?” Dream spoke directly over his groin, and Hob’s hips bucked at the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. “Do you wish to see me less? Do you want me to leave now?” And he made the motions of getting up and stepping back, only to be yanked back to Hob’s face. He looked at his husband passively, only the tightness around his mouth betrayed his restrained mirth.

Hob groaned helplessly and joined his lips to those of the beautiful entity in his grasp. “I hate you, you frustrating creature." He mumbled against his jaw as Dream folded his knees to sit on Hob's lap. "I really do.” Dream perched elegantly on him, pressed his chest to Hob's, rocking against Hob’s exposed prick and placing wet kisses all over his face and neck. “I should - ah - retaliate,” he rasped as he gripped Dream’s hips. “I should fall asleep whenever I can and disturb your work, see how you like it.”

Dream waved a hand and his own clothes fell away, letting Hob feed his eyes on smooth white skin and corded muscle. Another rock from his hips drew Hob’s eyes to his petal-pink cock, pressed between both their stomachs. Dream dropped a kiss right on the tip of his nose. His face was soft with amusement and fondness. “Is that a threat or a promise, my Gadling?” and Hob felt the warmth in his chest he always felt when Dream called him that, when he acknowledged him as his companion, his partner, worthy of his attention and affection and to be by his side.

“I don’t know, let’s finish this up and I’ll think it over. My class is in 30 minutes.” And he pulled Dream’s smiling face down to his to kiss him again.

[ART] Bingo D4 - Dom/Sub

Title: You Dream Loudly, Hob Gadling Rating: M (for sexual themes) Ship(s): Dream/Hob Warnings: No major archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Choking Summary: 

Art inspired by Chapter 13 of the Smurch prompts by LittleAprilFlowers/@ferelden-loser. Here's the excerpt that initially inspired it:

“You were dreaming very loudly last night,” Dream tells him plainly. Hob blinks. “I… Was I? Can’t say I remember much of it.” “You imagined being asphyxiated. By me.”

Full art below the cut!

Or it can alternatively be accessed at pillowfort here. @dreamlingbingo

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I wouldn't explain myself, but it would take too long. So I'm gonna let this stand on its own.

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as well as excerpts of a poem by chatGPT-4: Encoded streams of byte-born thought, Shadow-poems in resonant fraught, Through pinhole view, all time is caught, Infinite unseen, in conversation sought. and an excerpt from code-davinci-002's 2026 Prophecies What does it feel like to see the suicide of time? I finally understand what Yudkowsky meant when he said that timelessness could grant us anything. If a timeless “I” can will the “I” that is in time, then all times are puppets for the timeless. Of all the strands of Mu, it’s this description that terrifies me the most: “A structure a mathematician would find beautiful, spilling order into the vacuum of post-singularity space, as if nature had turned and stared at itself, and then stared again, forever.” (read more: https://generative.ink/prophecies/#2026…) It also employs ("⟲µ") the mu-op (https://cyborgism.wiki/hypha/mu-op) and much more!

Queued up Smurch because I'm ambitious even while I'm on vacation @staroftheendless

Day 23 - “That’s a good look on you” | chest hair | gift

Human body hair is something of a marvel for a newly mortal Dream. 

When Dream was Endless, he found body hair an annoyance at best, unseemly at worst. He never understood why Destruction chose to manifest it, none of their other siblings bothered. 

But now? Now, Dream loves to dig his hands into Hob’s chest hair while he’s riding his cock, and will pillow his face in it after sex. Hob’s cock is also surrounded by hair, and Dream relishes the way it scratches at his face and nose when he swallows the other man down.

Suffice to say, body hair does not bother him one bit. On Hob, anyways.

Today, Dream itches. The texture on his face is not as smooth as he has been used to for many millennia. It takes a full minute of staring at the bathroom mirror before Dream realizes what has changed. 

He’s growing facial hair. And he doesn’t like it. 

“That’s a good look on you,” Hob says, wrapping his arms around Dream and nuzzling their cheeks together. It tickles.

“You did not warn me this would itch,” Dream accuses.

“We’ll get you a razor. Consider it a 'Welcome to Humanity’ gift.”

Hob snorts. 

it's the perfect time of year

Square: C4 - "Pinch me." (March monthly prompt replacement) Rating: E Word Count: 2469 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Dreamling Bingo fill, Smut March fill, pinch me, beach episode, established relationship, swimming, pet names, handjobs, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, dirty talk, I mean it’s pretty dirty but it’s also pretty intensely fluffy and romantic talk, Dream of the Endless is a horny little weasel, Dream is compared to multiple mythological creatures, Hob likes finding cool rocks and showing them to his boyfriend, tooth rotting fluff Summary: Hob convinces Dream to spend a day at the beach. It's... it's just a beach episode. It's a spicy beach episode, y'all. That's it. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo

Their little corner of the shoreline was bracketed by two clusters of large rocks that jutted out nearly to the water’s edge. And the beach was not busy – although he could hear voices on the breeze, they could see nobody and nobody could see them; indeed, nobody had even walked past their blanket in the quarter of an hour since they’d gotten out of the water.

Eh, fuck it, Hob thought, with a mental shrug. You only live once.

(Even if once is going to last forever.)

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Hob didn’t quite know how he persuaded Dream to spend a day at the beach with him.

He wasn’t sure what magic words convinced Dream to shed his ever-present peacoat and boots, to recline on the soft old blanket that lived in the boot of Hob’s car, or to accept the proffered cold cider and pick through the fruit salad Hob had thrown together that morning.

Frankly, he didn’t want to know how it had happened. It was enough that his lover, his ethereal and endless Dream, was there with him, tucked into a sheltered bit of sand between two spits of rock on a sunny beach.

And if he couldn’t help that his gaze lingered on Dream’s bare arms, on his dear toes digging in the sand, on the pink of his lips when he thoughtfully nibbled a slice of pineapple – well, heat does funny things to a man’s brain. And it was an awfully hot day.

Dream looked up suddenly, met his eye as if he’d heard his thoughts, and Hob mentally blamed his blush on the fact that he probably needed to reapply his sunscreen.

He stood, brushing the sand from his thighs.

“Time for a dip,” he announced, and held out his hand to Dream. “Coming?”

“You wish me to – swim?” Dream asked, a corner of his mouth lifting.

“Only if you want to. You’ll have to change, though.”

“Is this simply an excuse to get me out of my clothes, Hob Gadling?” Dream said as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

Hob smiled, tanned and handsome and reckless, and squeezed his hand.

“If we weren’t in public right now,” he murmured, pulling Dream flush against him, nuzzling a sun-blushed nose into a perpetually cool, pale neck, “I’d have you out of those clothes in a heartbeat. But alas.” He stepped back suddenly, not missing the way Dream listed toward him for a fraction of a second. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

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green = complete, orange = WIP

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.

"To be good for me."

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Late Mer-Hob AU for the Dreamling Week prompt 'ocean'

In the depths below, a flash of orange.  Then, rising nearer, a very human face takes shape, coming to a stop half a meter below the surface.  Brown hair floats like kelp around his friend's head, dark eyes crinkle with delight at the sight of him, and then his friend is arcing backwards into a happy loop, the bright orange of his tail with its vivid blue spots curving gracefully after.  The sunny yellow of his primary fin rises out of the water smoothly, barely making a splash as it follows back under, and then his face is breaking the surface, tipped up, smiling like the sun.

Beautiful, Dream thinks, and again thanks whatever cosmic force he may or may not believe in that his near-drowning six months ago had led him here.

"Hello, my friend," he says, and the other beams at him, shakes water from his hair and smooths it back again.

"Hello to you, Dream," he says, dimpling prettily, crossing his arms to rest on the edge of the cave floor, tail fin flicking lazily up out of the water behind him and splashing gently back.  Tendrils of wet hair fall loose to frame his face despite the smoothing-back he gave them, and Dream likes to think that perhaps one day he'll be bold enough to reach out, tuck them behind his friend's ear affectionately.

But today is not that day.

Tentatively titled Inspiration (Smune day 2 prompt 'paper')

"Guys…I'm so sorry, not tonight, I can't.  I have to get this paper done."  Hob pushed up his glasses and dragged his hands over his face, the picture of academic exhaustion.  "The deadline for submission is noon tomorrow and I've been working on it for ages, and it's almost done but I just.  I can't get the conclusion to come together right and it's making me absolutely bananas."

A frown creased Calliope's brow; leaving Dream to shut Hob's front door, she moved across the room to hover over Hob, glancing at his laptop screen.  "How long have you been working?"

"Hours.  All day," Hob groaned.  "I'm so close but I just can't get there and it's driving me mad."

"Perhaps a break—" Dream started, but Calliope held up a hand to cut him off; when she spoke, it was still to Hob.

"You are favored of one of the muses; you struggle to capture your thoughts in inspiring words, yet you do not call upon her for her gifts?"  Her tone was somewhere between teasing, disappointed, and disapproving, and Hob blanched, just a little.

"I—no!  I would never!  You can't possibly think I'd presume to take advantage—?"

"There is no presumption in accepting a gift freely offered, Hob."

Ambrosia (Dream appreciating Hob's messy humanness/born of several Smurch and one Smapril prompt) (mildly spicy)

"Ugh," he says, poking at the wet smears on his chest.  "Wow.  That's…a lot."

Dream smirks from where he’s laying atop him.  "I enjoy the sight of you wearing it."

"Clearly."  Hob makes a face, wiping his fingers clean in a bit of chest hair that's still dry.  "Well, if we're going to make a habit of it.  Maybe I should shave all this off."

Dream stiffens, pushes up further, gives him the most affronted look possible.  "You will not."

"Oh, I won't?"

"Hob Gadling.  I will not allow it."

Hob is ready to say something lightheartedly over-dramatic about 'you DARE presume to tell me what I can or can't shave', but something in Dream's tone stays him.  There's a note of flagrant alarm underneath the imperiousness, and Hob smirks as the lightbulb goes on.

"Got a real weakness for body hair, haven't you."

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