#theyre playing a game called 'how to stimulate your adhd boyfriend - dream of the endless method' except i think dream is the one

[cuubism]

tagged by @the-apocrypha in last line tag game :)

writing nonsense for math universe again:

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He writes the next line of his proof, relishing in the hitch of Hob’s breath at the scratch of the pen. Hob’s skin looks pretty, he thinks, adorned with these fragments of the universe, but prettier just as he is. Though Dream does like putting his mark on him.

“Genius at work,” Hob muses, looking at him from under his lashes. “That’s sexy. D’you know how sexy you are?” “‘Sexy,’” Dream grumbles, as he writes another line on Hob’s chest. “Fucking hot. D’you remember when we met? When you behaved like an absolute twat about me ‘stealing’ your classroom?” Dream remembers it well. He remembers how overwhelming Hob's presence was from the very start. “It was my classroom,” he says. “Um, according to the university schedule, it was mine.” “We’ve had this argument already,” Dream says. “What were you saying?” “Well, you told me to go fuck myself—which, by the way, I think I’ve heard you use that word maybe five times in the whole time we’ve known each other, so you really must have been flustered—” he seems very pleased at this— “anyway, you told me to go fuck myself and I really almost said ‘I’d rather you did it.’ I think the fact that the undergrads were already getting to class is the literal only thing that stopped that coming out of my mouth.” Dream… did not know this. And Hob is just grinning at him. “What would you have said?” he asks. “I would have run away,” Dream admits, and Hob laughs.

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tagging @arialerendeair, @im-not-corrupted, @omgcinnamoncakes if you want :)