#yep physical Morpheus is as virgin as extra virgin olive oil

[mortalsilence]

They were just lying, squished on Hob's only sofa. After the big purchase of the building for making the New Inn, he didn't care of working his ass off again to have a bigger place to live. This was fine. Even better if he could have his Dream, his Prince of Stories lying there with him. The human was comfortably using one of his arms as a head support while using the other to toy with Morpheus hair, sometimes caressing his neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, considering the usual appearance of the Endless, he was only using a pair of tight jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He could hug him, feel his warmth, but preferred let him be, resting on his chest, like a big cat who decides that the worst posture was indeed, the most comfortable.

Dream went up for a moment to place another short kiss on Hob's lips, only to go back again were he was. Oh my god, please, don't tease me like that. Hob couldn't think straight at all and kept caressing him, but this time his hand went to Dream's hip, tracing the line where the whole clothes connected, to next go up a little bit, enjoying the white, porcelain-like skin. But couldn't go forward. One inhuman strong hand stopped him, almost hurting.

"Stop there. I would prefer to stay with my clothes on. This is no negotiable."

"O-okay, okay," said Hob breaking his hand free from the grip, lifting it, assuring no harm. "I won't do anything you don't like. You know it, right?"

Morpheus appeared peaceful again and went back to his former position. Hob didn't dare to touch him without a little talk before. This was strange. Not super clear but the human had memories from his dreams with him that they want more forward than that. Way more forward. Didn't know if it was his imagination or real dreams, nad he needed to clarify this situation.

"Hey, I have a very little, tiny, small question."

"Ask."

"You won't try to negotiate the price of me asking a question?"

"I'll just won't answer if I don't want to."

"Oookaay. Well. You know? I remember dreams. Not really clear, you know."

"If you're more precise with your question you may got an straight answer."

"Well. I remember dreams where we got to do a lot more things than just lying next to each other. Am I wrong?"

"No, you are not wrong."

"Then... Why now you seem that uncomfortable with anything? Is there a problem with me? Not in the mood?"

"I can assure you that there's not a single problem with you."

"But you don't want me to touch you."

"Indeed."

"Why?"

Silence. A freakingly long ass silence.

"Love?"

"Why do you want to touch this body? Is not my real one. Just a physical appearance to visit you in the Waking."

"It feels pretty real for me."

"I don't like it. I'm just existing. I have pretty much no control, almost no power here. Driven by acts and feelings, not by my will."

"Do you know that you just defined love?" Said Hob chuckling, putting now his free hand onto Dream's waist. "I, too, feel without control, no power, and driven by my emotions when we're together. I normally won't like it, but with you I feel safe, so I can let it go and love you."

Morpheus sighed with frustration. He let himself be hugged by the human, until being a little bit more relaxed. Then, Hob sat down in the sofa, with an awkward Dream on his lap.

"Hey, would you let me sometime go forward? You know I'm in the same state than you."

"I don't know."

Hob took carefully Dream's face in his hands. "I just want to make you know that you can always say no, and I would stop. But I really want clear memories with you, that's why I always ask you for a visit even when I could visit you every night."

Another silence. Another Dream's sigh.

"I never loved someone in the Waking. This is... just not my domain, my realm..."

"Oh yeah, right. My king, would you join me in this journey of discovery on the mysterious lands of the Waking?" Teased Hob.

"I am no king to you. Don't test my patience."

Hob didn't care. He took again his boyfriend's face and started kissing him. More deeply than anytime he did in the real world. Surprisingly Dream didn't try to stop him. After a long period he stopped in the need of air.

"It wasn't that bad, right?"

Morpheus didn't answer. He went straight to kissing his human again. Ho would worry about the state of the Dreaming later.

Someday I will put this fragment here, but not gonna be soon.