#could be hobrintheus adjacent if you squint

[seiya-starsniper]

Smapril Day 10 - Hair pulling | "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I do love branching out my ship repertoire, and I feel like Corintheus is a rather underrated ship, so today's drabble is for them (with a little bit of background Hobrinthian because I can't resist temptation) @staroftheendless @smutoftheendless

Tags: Light D/S and rope play

“Where have you been?” 

The Corinthian pauses mid step and lets out a huff. The question is hypothetical, of course. Dream had known he’d snuck out into the Waking, and he knew exactly where, and, with whom he’d been with. The nightmare straightens his back, smooths out his jacket and then turns to his creator and grins.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

It’s the wrong answer. 

In between one breath and the next, Dream moves from about fifty paces away to directly in front of the Corinthian. He tangles a hand into the nightmare’s hair and pulls so hard the Corinthian thinks he’s about to be scalped.

Oh. Dream’s taller than him today. That means he’s extra mad about his excursion. The Corinthian licks his lips despite himself and meets Dream’s gaze head on.

He’s used to Dream being upset with him, but today there is a supernova in those eyes. They pin him in place, and his limbs lock still, paralyzed. The heat of anger in Dream’s gaze is so fierce, so intense the Corinthian thinks he must have been banished to Hell itself.

But they are still in the Dreaming. And they are alone. 

“You have disobeyed me,” Dream growls. The Corinthian barely represses the shiver that traverses down his spine. “You were to leave Hob Gadling alone.”

The Corinthian shrugs. “And what makes that human so special, Dream?”

“That,” Dream replies, “is none of your concern. You were given explicit orders. No unsupervised visits to the Waking World. And to leave the dreams of Hob Gadling alone.”

“Technically, I obeyed the second-”

“Enough,” Dream interrupts him. “I should unmake you for your insolence.”

The Corinthian grins. He knows this song and dance by now. 

“Will you now?” The nightmare taunts. “Will you remake your masterpiece as you’ve so often called me? Over a little dalliance with your human friend?”

The hand in the Corinthian’s hair tightens, and he gasps as Dream almost snaps his neck. No. If they were in the Waking Word, his neck would have snapped. 

“No,” Dream says, evenly. “But I will have you punished for this offense.

Long black ropes suddenly appear from the fabric of the Dreaming. They begin to wind themselves around the Corinthian’s body, tightening painfully over his arms and legs. When Dream determines they will hold the nightmare properly, he releases his hold on the Corinthian’s hair. The ropes twist him into a kneeling position, arms behind his back, thighs spread apart. 

“Rope play?” The Corinthian asks, flexing his hands behind his back. “And pretty tight too.”

“It would be advisable if you do not struggle much,” Dream says from above him. This time, when his hand touches the Corinthian’s head, it is gentle, almost indulgent. The Corinthian leans into the touch far too eagerly, but he doesn’t care. He’s too keyed up to care about his dignity, and he knows Dream can tell by the very obvious tent in his slacks.  

“What’s wrong, Dream?” the Corinthian taunts, and he purposely struggles against the ropes. They squeeze at his muscles and the burn of them makes him want to disobey more. 

“Are you,” the blond gasps as one of the ropes wraps itself around his neck. “Are you jealous I got to your pretty human first? Are you curious about what he tastes like? How his cock feels when it’s rammed down - hnngh!” The rope squeezes violently on his windpipe, and it hurts so good.  

“You,” Dream growls, gripping his hair once more, “are a child. You dislike the boundaries and laws I have set forth for you, and for too long I have indulged your misbehavior. It is time to discipline you.” 

The Corinthian takes a shallow breath underneath the pull of the rope. “Do your worst.”

Dream tuts and then suddenly, without disturbing the rope, the Corinthian’s clothes are no more.

The Corinthian loses himself to Dream’s fingers and teeth after. 

Dream is not gentle with him. He bites down hard at the column of the nightmare’s throat, and the Corinthian swears what he feels against his neck are fangs and not teeth. When Dream discovers Hob had come inside him, the Corinthian is thrown face first into the floor, legs and cheeks spread wide.  

“You are still full of his seed,” Dream murmurs against his hole. “Slut.”

Then Dream is fucking into him with abandon. 

The Corinthian can feel Dream’s cock pushing the cum out of his hole, and feels the cool wetness of it dripping down his thighs. It makes him feel sloppy, being debased like this. He shoves his hips back into Dream’s cock, but Dream pulls back further from him and slaps his ass instead.

“You,” Dream growls. “Are not in control here, my little nightmare.” 

Dream sets a relentless pace after that, snapping their hips hard and fast. He brings the Corinthian to the edge over and over again, angling his cock against the nightmare’s prostate just so. Each time the Corithian feels the crest of his orgasm, Dream knows it too and viciously pinches the base of his cock to drive it away. 

“Now tell me, little nightmare,” Dream groans in between thrusts.  “Tell me who it is you belong to.”

“Ah ah, it’s you,” the Corinthian moans. Fuck he’s so close. “Dream fuck, please I need to come.”

“Hmm,” Dream says, “I think not. You will not come until I am fully satisfied.”

Oh, the Corinthian thinks as he realizes the implications. Dream can hold his pleasure back for hours, or even days, if he’s determined enough. 

He is so fucked.