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"My Lord." A voice echoed throughout the whole room which abruptly, and rudely, stopped the quiet chattering from Lucienne as she reminded the King about his weekly duties to the realm. Turning his body to where the sound came from, Morpheus wasn't surprised to see his beloved Nightmare strut his way to where they stood, a foreboding sense of confidence oozing from his widened grin. The man in white kept his gaze towards his Majesty, his head not lowering an inch as if to show utter disrespect towards his creator's power over him, over the entirety of his realm. Yet Morpheus watched with a shining glint in his starry eyes, hiding amusement through the stoic expression he wore so effortlessly. Lucienne, silent and observing, simply passed glances between the two.
"Yes, my Nightmare?" The King spoke, his voice deep and dark yet gentle as a lover's touch whenever he called out to his wicked creation, and only towards him does he show such tenderness when faced with such cockiness.
"My lord, if I may," The Corinthian spoke, the mocking tone in his voice not matching the words coming out of his mouth. Noticing the pause as if asking for permission to continue–which he already knew his Nightmare does not do unless he has done something that would absolutely aggravate his Majesty or worse, if he was about to ask him for something pleasantly horrific to the ears of others–Morpheus nodded his head and raised a hand to dismiss Lucienne.
Obedient as always, she straightened her back and took her leave without sparing another glance at the two, not willing to see what kinds of smiles were plastered on their faces as she turned her back towards them. Lucienne made a note to herself not to when this kind of thing first happened months ago after Morpheus had–begrudgingly, in her eyes–dragged Corinthian back to the Dreaming after their confrontation in the Waking world. Expecting to banish him to the dark for millennia like he had initially with Gault or to unmake him for his horrendousness, Lucienne was surprised to see the Nightmare strolling around the palace and the realm with an even wider grin on all his mouths three days after their return. Sighing once more, she stepped out of the throne room before she could hear what strings of words her Majesty and his heinous creation was about to say.
"What is it that you seek, little Nightmare?" Morpheus spoke first, sitting down gracefully on his throne as he watched Corinthian grow closer to him with bright, expectant eyes. "How rude of you to have interrupted Lucienne."
"Apologies, my Lord." Again, with the apparent tone of pure mischief snaking out of his mouth. "But as much as I don't give a fuck about what else Luci has to say, you and I have business to do." He spoke with hunger in his voice as he reached the throne, looming his body over Morpheus while he planted his hands on the armrests, one on each side.
The King stayed silent while his Nightmare stared him down, as if to devour him with just his gaze. Reaching a hand up to carefully take off the man's pitch black glasses, Morpheus felt a faint tingle run down his spine when his eyes landed on Corithian's salivating mouths. Every second that passed seemed to stretch to years as they shared wordless gazes on each other's faces, absolutely hungry for what the other might say next.
"And what business might this be?" Morpheus calmly spoke, his finger brushing against the man's cheek as he moved his hand to caress his face only for his wrist to be suddenly gripped tightly and violently. A soft exhale escaped his mouth at the sensation which seemed to have fueled his Nightmare's growing frustration.
"Should I explain it in detail like how Lucienne does? Do you want to hear me say how much I want to fuck you today–how badly I want to see your pretty pink lips around my cock, my Lord?" Corinthian spoke agonizingly slowly with each vicious word arousing a flame in Morpheus's very being.
"How insolent you are, Nightmare." He said with a twisted smile beginning to form on his lips.
"Just like how you want me to be, Dream"
Not wanting to drag this on any longer, Corinthian brought his Lord's captured hand to his lips and planted one kiss on every knuckle before freeing his grasp around his wrist. He bent down and landed on his knees, his head hovering over Morpheus's own. A hand made its way up the man's dark jeans which hugged his legs snuggly, rough fingers trailing from behind his calf up to the side of his thigh. The King raised a brow when his Nightmare began to kiss along his clothed skin, allowing the man to spread his legs apart while doing so. Watching intently, he leaned back on his seat as Corinthian impatiently began to undo the laces on his boots and pull them off one right after the other along with his socks.
A pleasant noise erupted from Corinthian when he felt Morpheus's foot press against his rising erection trapped in his trousers. He leaned his head on the man's thigh as he grinded his hips to the touch, another hefty groan leaving his throat when he felt the pressure growing. After a moment, Corinthian straightened his back and reached for Morpheus's other foot, bringing it up to his mouth to plant kisses, licks, and bites over his Majesty's snow white skin.
"My Nightmare," Morpheus called out while applying pressure once more on the hardened flesh under the sole of his other foot, "take it out."
Another groan, then Corinthian did as he was told, pulling back one hand to reach down for his trousers. Thanks to his experiences with the mortals of the Waking world, it was easy enough for him to swiftly unbuckle his belt and undo his pants in a matter of seconds, although he fumbled a bit to pull out his pulsing flesh from its captivity. He glanced up at his Lord and caught a glimpse of excitement forming in the white twinkling shine of Morpheus's pupils as his cock pathetically twitched at the sensation of the icy touch brushing his sensitive skin. Groans and sighs kept escaping his throat as Morpheus began to move his foot along his cock, feeling the man's soft cool flesh against his feverish own. Soon enough, Corinthian placed down the foot he held with his other hand and lunged forward between Morpheus's legs.
Just as swiftly as he undid his own pants, it didn't take long for him to pull down his Lord's trousers and discard them next to his messily scattered boots just beside the throne. A soft sigh leaves Morpheus's lips when he felt the cool air on his now exposed skin and another pleasant noise when he next felt Corinthian's hot mouth around his arousal. He closed his eyes for a moment as he reached a hand through his Nightmare's soft blonde hair, clasping his slender fingers on it to pull gently from time to time.
"Corinthian.." His Lord called out with a deep, breathy voice as he closed his eyes, his inky lashes forming soft shadows over his pristine skin. The dark, seductive sounds only encouraged the man in white to milk out as much pleasure from his creator. He started out with slow and soft sucking against Morpheus's cock, licking and kissing as if worshipping the being in front of him. He played around before moving lower inch by inch. Morpheus did not notice at first–seeming to be lost in the pleasure–until he felt a hot, wet sensation against his entrance which made him open his eyes and snap his gaze towards his Nightmare.
"Corinthian." He called out again with a faint hint of suspicion in his tone. Just like the previous time he was called, the man said no word and only looked up at him in response, his wet mouth open as his tongue slid out. The spit-coated muscle found its way pressing against the ring of tight flesh, begging to reach deeper. Morpheus shifted slightly on his seat to adjust his position and relaxed himself, sinking in his throne as Corinthian placed his hands on both sides of his Lord's hips, pulling him closer. With his full attention laid onto the man in front of him, he watched as the Nightmare pushed his face against Morpheus's skin, teeth scraping on sensitive flesh while his tongue pushed through the crevice and into his Majesty. The grip on his hair tightened when he became more greedy in eating him out, nails digging into soft white skin as he did his best to reach the depths and find Morpheus's hidden spot.
A soft press against a tender flesh made a quiet moan–almost as mellow as a whispered hum–escape the black haired man's lips. Hearing the sound, Corinthian smirked as he began to pound on the spot with his tongue, taking ragged breaths while he pressed himself further onto Morpheus. He looked up to see his Lord's cock twitching against his stomach, pink, pretty and wet from his spit. He reached out a hand and stroked his erection with his rough palms before guiding it towards his right eye-mouth. Another audible exhale from Morpheus got Corinthian licking and sucking on the tip of his King's dick while his left eye-mouth worked on licking his balls. The sensation of having three mouths work on him got him gripping and pulling on the blonde man's hair with both his hands now.
"My Lord," The left eye-mouth said, licking its teeth "How does it feel.. to be licked and eaten.. by your own creation?" He spoke between sighs. Before he could even wait to hear a response, he abruptly jerked Morpheus further to him and gave no rest when it came to pleasing his creator. He pulled away for a moment to admire his beauty and his work on his pretty ass before using his fingers to spread his plump cheeks apart and spat in his hole, resuming his lapping and licking on his Lord's entrance. He then slid his hands under the man's black shirt and dragged his fingers along the skin, feeling the soft, cold flesh underneath his touch. Not a single bead of sweat formed even after all his huffing. Truly a perfect being.
"Corinthian… Enough." Morpheus spoke after what seemed like an eternity of raced breaths and quiet huffing. The man reluctantly pulled away after giving one last licks from his different tongues, only a string of saliva from the cool white skin onto the man's chin keeping them attached. He watched as the black haired beauty composed himself back to his calm self. Annoyed at his grace and wanting to see more of him twisting under his touch, Corinthian's lips curved upward to form a sinister grin.
"What, my Lord, are you spent already?" He jeered, earning a narrowed glance from the male. "We barely did anything yet.
"You are too impatient, Nightmare. You forget your place." Morpheus responded sternly but Corinthian only laughed darkly in return.
"Then show me my place, my Lord. Or are you not going to give that to me?"
Morpheus's eyes turned dark as anger slowly built up in him but he knew better than to show his bratty little Nightmare that his words affected him this way so he closed his eyes for a moment and took in a long breath before fixing his gaze back at him, this time with a different glint in his eyes.
"Oh, is that what you want, my Nightmare?" He spoke, the same dark, commanding voice he always used whenever he had something planned. "If that is what you seek for, then I shall give it to you."
Suddenly, a growing darkness devoured the room. The beautiful display of colors of the universe on the ceiling disappeared along with everything except for the platform they stood on and the King's throne. Corinthian watched as Morpheus's face turned cold when he stood from his seat, icy blue eyes staring down at him while he got rid of the last remaining article of clothing he had–his shirt and his coat. The man stared at the figure in front of him, basking in its beauty as he tried to reach for the snow-white skin only for his hand to be swatted away with a gentle touch.
"Undress." The man commanded. Corinthian bit back a retort as he noticed the underlying shine in his pupils. Perhaps he could play nice for a change, just to see how things would go if he went that route.
"As you wish, my Lord."
Feigning obedience, the man shrugged off his coat with a smile then proceeded to get himself out of his shirt, shoes, pants and underwear in less than a minute or so, throwing them over to where he had placed Morpheus's clothes. Afterwards, he got back down on his knees with the same grin never leaving his mouth.
Morpheus watched closely as each piece of clothing got discarded one by one, revealing the body he crafted a long, long time ago. Each muscle, each crevice, each insignificant detail coming from a love he pulled from the deepest place in his very being as he painstakingly crafted the beauty kneeling before him. He reached a hand out to caress his Nightmare's cheek then moved his hand lower until he reached under his chin, tilting his head up.
"I have allowed you too much control." The King spoke with a soft smile even though his tone was somewhat condescending. "When I brought you back from the Waking after your little show of followers, I allowed you to act on your needs as long as you stay in the Dreaming and repent on your mistakes."
Corinthian let out a soft whine when Morpheus pulled his hand away.
"Oh, Nightmare.. My Nightmare." He crooned and beckoned the man to stand, letting out a pleased but hush hum when his creation followed along. There he stood, tall and beautiful, just like the day he created him. He reached up to caress his face again while he looked at him longingly. Corinthian couldn't help but melt into that gaze as he leaned his head on the palm of his creator. Whatever emotions bubbled in him in the past seemed to have been washed all away by the tides as blue as his Lord's very own eyes which held galaxies inside it. He remembered the countless recurring thoughts of having those eyes all to himself, picking them clean off of its owner's head and swallowing them in his mouth. How it would feel to take a being higher than gods themselves. How it would feel to fully devour an Endless such as he. Would he finally find solace in consuming the one who has created him–the one who put life in him?
His thoughts were put to a halt when he felt a soft touch on his cheek once more. Morpheus noticed his little one's mind had drifted off somewhere. Allowing this rare moment of tranquility between the two of them, he spoke no other words. In return, Corinthian gazed wordlessly as he hesitantly tested the waters by gently pulling the man closer, this unfamiliar feeling growing in the pit of his stomach as small beads of sweat form on his forehead despite the cool air surrounding them. It was too quiet. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. He wondered if Morpheus could hear it as well.
Indeed. In this intimate moment, Morpheus could feel the uneasiness in his creation's mind. For a moment he, too, began to feel a wave of guilt forming in him for neglecting his precious masterpiece for a time he almost cannot count. He wondered what he must have felt, what he must have thought of all these years as Morpheus drowned himself in his duties as the Lord of the Dreaming. Could events that lead to their current state happen had he given his creation more attention eons ago? Or worse, could he be standing in the same spot, alone, had he refused to spare another glance at his little Nightmare? The thought deeply saddened him, he admitted to himself, but still he remained a calm face. He cannot deny he had made decisions in the past that still haunt him to this day but all those do not mean anything as of this moment. Morpheus stood there with no one else except for his most beloved masterpiece–his magnum opus.
"Corinthian." He spoke with the softest, calmest voice he had ever mustered. The Nightmare looked at him as if he himself had been lost in his own thoughts for who-knows how long they've stood there, in each other's arms silently. Neither of them even seemed to notice the change in their surroundings. The once pitch-black void of darkness turned into the night sky with billions of stars twinkling and shining, dancing to the melody of the universe as the multicolored galaxies spread across the never-ending horizon. They weren't in the throne room nor the palace anymore. They were in a place Morpheus had subconsciously created just for them. A vast space only he and his beloved creation exist in.
"My Lord." The Nightmare called out with such a weak voice, quieter than a hushed whisper.
"I.. I don't-" His words were cut short when a pair of soft lips met with his own trembling ones. Stiff and unmoving, Corinthian couldn't find the words to say or even the thoughts to think about when Morpheus had just so gently planted a kiss. He remained in this awkward state of not knowing whether he should do something or not–truly uncharacteristically of him. Yet Morpheus continued to lead their kiss, deepening it as he held the Nightmare's face in his hands. There they stood in this custom-made space, forgetting all other worlds and realms.
After what seemed like an eternity, Morpheus broke the kiss, much to Corinthian's dismay, and gazed up at him once more with an even more intense look of longing in his eyes. This time however, something else had begun to form and take shape there. An emotion Morpheus himself no longer wanted to deny nor stray away from.
"Corinthian.. I wish to apologize." He started off, voice still as comforting as ever. He could already see the look of confusion on his Nightmare's face. "I should have done this a long time ago."
"What do you mean?" Responded Corinthian as he searched in his Lord's eyes.
Yet Morpheus stayed silent. Instead, he carefully cupped the man's cheeks and pulled him close as if he would shatter into a million pieces and float away. He led them both to a bed he formed in this space. The sheets were dark, silky and soft to the touch. He resumed kissing him until he got him to lie down on his back on the bed as he climbed over the man, straddling his hips as they shared a warm embrace.
"You have shown me the kind of love you know." Morpheus spoke, pulling away from the kiss to gaze at his beloved. "But, my little Nightmare, a mortal's love will not compare to that which I will give you now."
"My Lord,"
"Call my name."
Stunned, Corinthian blinked twice and remained silent. He was in disbelief at what he had just heard from his King. To call him by his own name, not one of his subjects in the Dreaming had done so. Only.. his past lovers.
Morpheus waited with expectant eyes as he straightened his back, allowing the man to see his body underneath the endless glimmers of the starlight above them.
"... Morpheus."
Corinthian spoke his name slowly as if it was the first time he had ever encountered it. The black haired beauty rewarded him with a sweet hum as he guided his hands towards his hips.
"Morpheus."
Corinthian called out again, this time a little more confident than the previous one. Of course, a reward was to be given. Slowly and teasingly, the King rolled his hips once against his Nightmare.
"Morpheus!"
Louder, he shouted as the man above him began to keep a rhythm when it came to grinding himself against his swelling cock. Cool skin pressing on his feverish own. His fingers dug into his Lord's hips, nails scraping flesh.
"Speak your wishes, Corinthian." Spoke Morpheus who sounded a little too pleased with his beloved. He felt the man's cock twitch and throb under him so he reached a hand behind him to stroke the length of his creation.
"My.. my Dream.." Corinthian groaned at the touch, unable to keep his hips from moving on their own. He needed more. He wanted more. How could he not when in the span of a few minutes, his King had given him permission to call him by his name, to allow him to be his. It was all too much for the poor love-hungry Nightmare. His mind was hazy as a thousand thoughts raced in his head. Morpheus–Dream of the Endless, Lord of the Dreaming and the King of Nightmares, a divine entity far more powerful than gods themselves–was there grinding his ass atop his leaking cock.
"Morpheus.. I need.. I want to fuck you so bad." He let out a low, primal groan. "I want you to be mine.. to be mine and mine alone. I want to own you. I want you to own me." He gripped tighter on his creator's hips, throwing his head back.
"I want to be inside you, please! Oh, fuck.. Morpheus.. my Morpheus.. Let me have you. Let me be a part of you! Please.. Agh fuck!" Pleaded the Corinthian too desperately as if all his hidden feelings began flowing out simultaneously. Tears which had seemed to be a mix of blood and saliva began to form in the corners of his eye-mouths as the outburst of his feelings and emotions drowned him, choking down his words with uncontrollable sobbing.
Morpheus leaned down to kiss away his tears and began to stroke his hair while he whispered sweet nothings in his ear in attempts to calm him down. He paused his grinding for a moment as Corinthian shivered and trembled underneath him.
"Corinthian, my Corinthian. Hush now. In this world we are in, only you and I exist. At this moment, nothing else matters. Only us. Only us." He whispered tenderly until the shaking slowly subsided. Once the loud sobbing stopped, Morpheus began to plant kisses across the man's bloodied cheeks.
"We have all the time we will ever need in here, my lovely Nightmare. We may take it slow if you wish."
".. Morpheus."
"Yes, my Corinthian?"
The King pulled away only for a couple of inches to gaze at his partner, deep blue eyes shimmering with wonder.
"I wish to sleep with you. I want to make you mine tonight." Corinthian spoke slowly and carefully, each word seeming to have been thought of again and again before he allowed himself to say it out loud.
"Mmm, then I will be yours." Responded Morpheus with a warm smile on his face as he was pulled in for another kiss. He allowed himself to melt in the Corinthian's careful yet hungry touches along his body, starting from his hair, to the middle of his back, then finally to his ass where his precious Nightmare's hands grew more confident as it squeezed and kneaded on his flesh. Wanting to incite more from him, he let out quiet moans and sighs in their kiss which, as he expected, got the man to be bolder in his actions again.
Corinthian began to grind his hips up again while pressing down Morpheus's own. He started biting and nibbling on his partner's tender lips. When he decided he wanted more, he moved his head down and left trails of kisses on the man's slim neck. His Lord cooed and whispered the sweetest dreams in his Nightmare's ears as he combed his fingers through soft blonde locks.
Feeling his cock throb again for the umpteenth time, Corinthian moved a hand further down until he reached the man's entrance, feeling the tight ring of flesh on the rough pads of his fingers. He bit down on the skin of Morpheus's neck before he began to insert his middle and ring finger in him.
Being the entity that he is, the King did not have to be prepared. He would not have felt the pain of insertion in his own realm if he wished so. But seeing his little Nightmare work so hard for him made him curious to feel every sensation he could, and so he did. The thickness of Corinthian's fingers were suddenly made apparent when Morpheus jerked upwards when an attempt to spread the fingers apart inside him happened. The man under him took notice and did the same thing again, and as such, gained the same reaction from his partner once more. A few more thrusts and exploring resulted in finding Morpheus's prostate, the intense pleasure suddenly causing the man to arch his back.
"Morpheus.."
"Go on."
And so he did. Corinthian kept fingering him until his breath became ragged, feeling him tighten around his digits. He stopped for a moment which caused the black haired man to glance back at him.
"Put it in."
The King spoke, untangling his hands off his partner's head and sitting up high and mighty. The mere image of his Lord, his Majesty, his Dream, looking down at him with eyes glowing as stars twinkled in them, the vast night sky behind him filled with galaxies seeming to connect with how he felt. Corinthian gazed at his lover, his heart wanting to jump out of its cage. The beauty of Dream of the Endless, nothing can and will ever compare. The Nightmare felt his chest contract. He wanted to beg for Time to stop and keep this image with him for all eternity. He wanted nothing more. He finally got his Dream.
With one swift but careful move, Corinthian switched their positions, laying Morpheus down on the bed and placing himself between his slender legs. His gaze never left the man's eyes as he fumbled to position his cock inches away from his entrance.
"Corinthian."
He paused. Morpheus reached up to cup his cheeks.
"Take me."
And with just one move, they were connected.
With just two words, Corinthian freed every shackle he placed on himself.
With just the call of his name, he was finally Morpheus's.
The Nightmare thrusted his way into his Dream, feeling his icy, tight body hug around his burning flesh. Both of them paused as he got his full length in. Completely enveloped, completely devoured. He shuddered as he basked in this new sensation and upon glancing back at his King, he could almost see a pinkish hue forming on the pristine white skin. Lips parted, breath hot and heavy, Morpheus dug his nails into the feverish flesh on Corinthian's back. He allowed an audible moan escape his throat when he felt his cock throb inside him.
He could not have seen it but the shifting of the lights on the sheets got him curious about the display of the sky behind him. Stars exploding, galaxies crashing, he wondered to himself as Morpheus stared at him with lustful, half lidded eyes.
And of course, he gives in to another kiss.
Years, eternities passed by as they kissed with fiery passion underneath the star-filled skies. Corinthian began to move his hips. Morpheus let out sweet, sweet noises against his mouth. The Nightmare held onto a rhythmic thrusting, each one hitting the tender spot inside his Dream, making arch his back in response. Corinthian sneaked a hand underneath his Lord's body and pulled him in a embrace as he kept thrusting away.
A mixture of fluids smeared across their whole body as they dug their way into each other's centers, clawing away whatever was not needed and only holding one another oh so dear to their hearts. Sweat trickled down from Corinthian's body onto Morpheus's own, making his skin glisten with each movement he made. Hungry mouths looked for its prey, kissing and biting what it could reach.
Sweet words, names and noises had been tossed around as the pleasure squeezed out the air inside them. The Waking world, the Dreaming, all other realms felt so insignificant. Morpheus wondered, what would be if he stayed like this longer. What if he stayed in this makeshift world where he no longer had duties and worries to take care of. Just him and his lovely, lovely Nightmare. The sweetest dream, he mused to himself. Yet a dream it shall only stay–as for he, like the rest of what has been, what is, and what will be, all have roles and responsibilities to do. Although in this fraction of a moment in his entire life, he wishes not to worry.
As the growing climax began to form in him, he held onto his Nightmare tighter. Corinthian responded by placing a hand around Morpheus's cock, inciting a sweet gasp from him, and started to stroke in sync with his thrusting.
"Morpheus.."
"My Corinthian.. oh.."
"I want to.. inside you. I want to pour it all in you." Corinthian spoke in an almost pleading manner, voice shuddering at each pause for a breath of air.
Morpheus only nodded.
A soft groan escaped the Nightmare's lips as he gave a couple more thrusts and strokes until he felt that growing build up inside him nearing its end, nearing its need to explode. Morpheus melted to the touch as he, without even noticing, began to chase for the hand around his dripping cock. The skies danced in bright lights of all imaginable colors as galaxies expanded and stars growing brighter and brighter, bigger and bigger, until it reached its breaking point.
One last push of pleasure was all they needed left.
Then it all came crashing down as raging waves of immense bliss and ecstasy, each ripple stronger than the one before it. Burning hot sensation filling up the deepest part of Morpheus that even he himself never knew was possible to reach. Corinthian trembled above him as a pleasure so divine washed over his whole entire being. Noticing his unstableness, his King gently pressed his hands on his sweat-coated chest to help hold him up.
They took a moment to catch their breaths before greedily looking for each other's mouths once more. Then they stayed that way for another eternity, arms wrapped around another, bodies connected.
When the skies began to dimmer once more, Corinthian pulled away to admire his Dream before him–body glistening with his sweat, cum smeared across his belly, hair disheveled and messy, lips and cheeks as pink as peaches. They shared a longing look before Corinthian decided he should probably pull out now. With a kiss to his love's forehead, he slowly moved his hips back.
Only to feel a pair of legs hindering him from moving another inch further.
"My precious, little Nightmare.."
Morpheus hummed, a smile forming on his lips as his eyes twinkled once more.
Corinthian blinked.
He could have sworn to see in the reflection of those bright blue eyes, a brand new star coming to life.