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Colour Forecasting
By @blueberrymffn and @arialerendeair
Chapter: 19/?
Pairing: Dream/Hob
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 145,946 words posted/567,326 words written
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Summary: Dream is a model who looks for stress relief from his life, his job, and his trauma, in the arms of a Dom at the London BDSM club Asphodel, twice a year, after each fashion week season.
Hob is a BDSM club owner who has spent the last few years serving a single client, who he knows very little about, twice a year, always at the same time of year.
After their latest Scene turns sour, and they part angrily, enough time passes for both of them to realize how much they miss each other. And when a second chance arrives unexpectedly - both of them leap at the chance for more.
(Also known as: Model Dream, and BDSM Club Owner Hob. They have an Arrangement until it goes Tits Up and then they get together and figure out how to live Kinkily Ever After through their respective Trauma™️ and have ridiculously hot sex.)
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There really wasn’t much of a point in dressing for the club, given that all Hob had hinted at requires him to be naked or mostly so, but Dream put in an effort nonetheless. He had long since realised that Hob enjoyed stripping him out of fancy clothes more than the bare necessity of the act required. Though he’d already planned the outfit far in advance he thought about it again while showering; what Hob’s reaction would be. Hob knew what he could look like, but saw him mostly in ratty old jeans and one of his own t-shirts.
He felt a little awkward at first, looking at his reflection in the dresser mirror as he got ready. The sheer mesh shirt was hardly a shirt at all, just a darker shadow clinging to his pale body except for the lines of the seams. If Hob intended to stay at the club after, it would show any marks he had left behind. Much after, he would need some time to come down. The lamb leather trousers he’d chosen were so soft and light that they looked almost like velveteen but fit entirely too tightly like a second skin, enough so that he was happy he’d grabbed a long coat in the raid of his apartment or else he’d be immensely uncomfortable on the tube. After staring at himself for a moment, he shrugged for a non-existent audience and undid the top two buttons of the button-fly to reveal a hint of satin-edged lace beneath. He was wearing a coat over it, after all.
Much to Hob’s surprise when it had come up in conversation once, makeup was not exactly Dream’s strength. Maybe the women he worked with were good at it but for him, mostly he knew how to hide the dark circles under his eyes and look presentable. He went to clubs so rarely these days that he hadn’t the opportunity to put on proper gothic eyeshadow in quite a long time. It looked good by his estimation, and his opinions on makeup were certainly more formed than his skills. The only lipstick colours he had were mostly aimed at hiding how nervously bitten his lips were, but the overall effect was good enough. All of it would be smeared and cried off soon enough.
He threw on a light knee length black coat to hide his rather provocative outfit and after brief hesitation chose the Chelsea boots with a heel rather than his usual. Hob was intending to debase him with an audience, Dream could tower over him for a few minutes before that happened as his own little personal vengeance - not that Hob minded. After a moment’s hesitation he decided that Hob had most likely prepared everything for them, including something for him to wear afterwards that didn’t hurt, so Dream forwent bringing anything but himself.
With the after work rush over, Dream was gratified to find the tube station mostly empty and be nearly alone until the last few stops. He knew enough people in this general area that he was mildly nervous about bumping into someone he knew while all made up and dressed like a tart. Not that his reflection in the window was displeasing, no, but he held an irrational anxiety that it was obvious where he was going and for what.
He arrived at the club about an hour and a half after Hob had left the house, as he had dawdled a little for no particular reason. Perhaps he should have arrived earlier, given how busy it was - he’d thought a Wednesday night crowd would have been minimal but apparently not. After ditching his jacket at coat check he felt very exposed. A fool notion considering what some other people were wearing, but Dream was very cognizant of the looks he garnered as he weaved his way through the loose crowd to the bar, having spotted Hob there leaning across and pointing something out to the man on duty. Oberon, he was pretty sure. Dream wasn’t the best with names, faces were easier.
He moved in close behind Hob and draped himself over him, sliding his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. That should deter anyone who had been watching his approach, for the moment. “Missed you,” he said against Hob’s ear in a soft, low voice.
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