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A shiver wracked Hob’s entire frame. He swore under his breath- the room was freezing cold at his request, something he had wanted to try, but Dream was taking his sweet ass time.
Goosebumps pebbled every inch of his flesh, even places you didn’t think he could get goosebumps. The silk sheets on the massive bed were doing absolutely nothing to warm him up. He could even see his breath fogging in front of him, small white clouds coming from his mouth. He chuckled and released another, remembering all the times he and his friends would pretend to be dragons. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic, but this was possibly the coldest Hob had ever been in his life.
“Dream-?” Damn, even his voice trembled with the cold. Cold, and more than a bit of aroused anticipation. Yet as aroused as he was, his body had decided that between his thighs was not a wise place to send his blood at the moment. Maybe this wasn’t going to go as well as he hoped.
“I’m here, my love.” He glided over to where Hob lay on the bed, his eyes sliding up and down his naked and trembling body. “My dear, you look positively frozen.” His voice lowered and he breathed, “Allow me.”
He leaned over to kiss his husband, and his lips were searing, warm the way Hob’s body normally was, while the immortal was frozen to the touch. Hob felt the tingles spread through his lips like aftershocks and groaned into the kiss. Morpheus’ breath was warm and wet, then instantly cold again when Hob pulled away to suck air into his lungs.
Hob continued to gasp for breath as he watched Morpheus slowly lower his hands to his chest and squeeze. His hands were scorching , the equivalent of a hot bath. It burned and tingled and stung in the most delicious way, little waves of heat radiating out from Dream’s fingers. A sharp cry tore out of his throat; he couldn’t decide whether to squirm away from the burning heat at his chest or move closer so it could warm him more.
Dream squeezed the flesh of Hob’s chest again, pressing that heat further into his skin. Hob moaned and writhed, jolting between the cold sheets at his back and the fire from Dream’s hands at his front. Still squeezing, Morpheus slid his hands down Hob’s torso, over his thighs, brushing his knees with a teasing smirk. Hob had wanted to experiment with differences in temperature- well then, he would give the professor an exhaustive set of data for later analysis.
“Hold still, darling,” Dream purred, one hand pressing down on his lower abdomen. His other hand spread corded thighs, and one slick, frigid finger slid inside.
Hob screamed, unable to move toward or away from any of the sensations assaulting him on all sides. Dream’s one hand was scorching on his frozen stomach, while his icy finger sapped all the heat from his insides. Dream let out a decadent chuckle as he easily kept Hob pinned in place between contrasting hot and cold.
“How does it feel?” he rasped, eyes of black fire trained on his husband’s face with laser focus.
“It feels-” Hob strained to get the words out as he strained against Dream’s hold. “Fuck love, it feels incredible-” Dream hummed low in his throat and slowly withdrew his finger.
Hob groaned as his hole clenched around nothing, and the heat and the cold inside fought for dominance, leaving tingles in their wake. Tiny whines slipped out of his throat despite his best efforts. Morpheus groaned low in his throat, his mind racing with ideas of how many different ways he could make his beloved come apart with just fire and ice.
With a smirk, Dream lowered himself to his knees and blew a puff of hot air over the once again chilled flesh of Hob’s inner thigh- his mouth so close to where he wanted it. “Please Dream?” he asked coyly with what he hoped was a winning grin.
Morpheus gave him a devilish smirk. Before Hob knew it, the scorching heat of his entire tongue was pressed deeper inside than should have been humanly possible, ripping a delicious scream from Hob’s throat. Oh yes, his lovely immortal would burn and melt many times before this night was over.