#it's just dream living his best live by being a ho and hob desperately trying not to fall in love

[seiya-starsniper]

Smay Day 2 - piercings | "Meet me later."

Apparently, I no longer know the meaning of the word drabble @staroftheendless, because I accidentally started a whole fic 😂

I present to you all, retired!Dream/Murphy with a tongue piercing. At least it's under 1k words?

Murphy is sitting at his favorite spot at the bar when Hob starts his shift at The New Inn.

Hob can’t help but grin at seeing his old friend. He is more relaxed now, more human, than the last time Hob had seen him. 

It’s been almost five years since Dream of the Endless had nearly ended his life, had at the last moment, chosen instead to become human, to become Murphy. Each time Hob sees him, he seems more alive and vibrant than he had ever been in previous centuries.

They trade small talk easily, Murphy updating him on his whereabouts the last few months, Hob providing updates to his classes and new renovations to the Inn. There is an easy camaraderie between them, and even when the bar gets busy, Hob always finds himself drifting back to his old friend.

Murphy is in the middle of telling a story when a glint catches Hob’s eyes, and Hob has to do a double take to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him.

All those stories, and Murphy had failed to update Hob that he had apparently gotten a tongue piercing.

Hob’s brain stops processing anything once he notices it. All he can focus on really is the slight clink of the piercing against the glass whenever Murphy drinks, the way it peeks out ever so slightly when he licks the wine from his lips.

“Hob,” Murphy interrupts his thoughts, drawing out the vowel in his name. There’s a bit of mischief in his expression. “While I may no longer be able to perceive your daydreams, it is not difficult to parse your thoughts.”

Hob tries to appear nonplussed but it's difficult to think over the roaring in his ears.

“You look at me the same way others have,” Murphy continues, flicking his tongue out and swirling it around the glass. “The same as the man who gave me this,” he adds, sticking his tongue out fully for Hob to appreciate. “Right before I wrapped my lips around his -”

“All right, that’s enough out of you,” Hob says. Murphy’s made it pretty obvious what he’s looking for tonight, and Hob. Well, Hob’s not an idiot. He’d be a fool to turn Murphy down.

He ignores the little voice in his head that tells him he would give Murphy the world if he could.

When Hob has a free moment, he slides a key towards Murphy, who takes it in hand and nods.

“I have a few more hours in my shift,” Hob explains. “But meet me later upstairs. I assume you remember the way to my flat?”

Murphy’s grin is predatory as he stands and makes his way to the back exit of The New Inn, to where Hob knows he’ll find the side entrance to the flat. 

Hob sighs. It was going to be a long night.

—

Imagining Murphy’s lips wrapped around his cock had been one thing, actually experiencing the cool metal of the man’s tongue piercing was something else entirely. 

“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” Hob moans, barely keeping himself from thrusting into Murphy’s mouth. 

Murphy’s eyes flit up to Hob’s, and it’s all the warning he gets before his friend swallows him down all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Hob cries, and this time, he does thrust up into Murphy’s mouth. Murphy gags on the motion, but he doesn’t stop bobbing his head up and down the length of Hob’s cock. Hob can feel the brush of the tongue piercing as it moves in tandem with Murphy’s mouth and if he doesn’t stop the other man soon, the night is going to end far sooner than either of them wants.

Hob threads a hand through Murphy’s hair and when Murphy moans, Hob nearly comes then and there. He gently pulls the other man off his cock, then pulls him up into his lap.

“You’re a menace,” Hob breathes, pulling Murphy in for a kiss. He tastes of sweat and precome, and Hob groans when his tongue brushes against the metal ball on Murphy’s tongue.

Murphy grins against Hob’s mouth. “You enjoy this new addition quite a bit,” he says, then drags his tongue along Hob’s cheek. Hob doesn’t even bother trying to hide the full body shudder it causes. 

“I do,” Hob replies. “I don’t suppose you have any other fun new additions on the rest of your body?”

Murphy shakes his head. “Not yet. But, I could be persuaded.”