Hani knew he was dreaming. He had been dreaming fitfully all night, strange visions of buildings made of sand, giant scarabs scuttling across the dunes. He had been running in his dreams, eventually finding shelter in a cool, dark cave.

There had been a bed in the cave, crates of spice covered in soft silks and padded fabrics, red and deep, pooling across the dusty stone floor.

Hani was barefoot as he followed the trail and crawled into the bed, shucking his clothes and letting the scarlet silk slip like liquid across his naked skin. He fell backwards against the pillows as if pulled down by some unseen force.

He gasped a moment later as a hand, paler than his own bronzed skin but larger than he recognised, slid across his small waist. It was a man’s hand, strong with a dusting of hair going up to the wrist. Fingers trailed purposefully down Hani’s tensed abdomen, tracing the dips of his body. Hani looked down with half lidded, lazy eyes as the stranger’s thumb stretched out to slide softly up his hardening erection.

Hani’s balls began to swell and plump as blood ran south and engorged his dark and dusky cock so it stood, jutting out from black hair. The tip was wet and weeping already and a trail of glistening precome linked the man’s thumb with the swollen, throbbing head.

Hani moaned with contentment as arousal pooled in his belly and he watched as the man gripped his cock more firmly now, sheathing it in a large, hot palm and jerking up in lazy, languid thrusts.

Hani felt his lips curve into a smile as he pressed himself back into the warm body that was now more clearly defined behind him in the bed. “Feels nice,” Hani whispered, praising the dream and urging it to continue. The hard light of reality could only come too soon to wreck this pleasured reverie.

Hani let himself be manhandled so he was lying face down on the cushions, his breath wetting the silk and staining it. He laughed irreverently as he squirmed to try and look behind him at his unknown lover when a sharp reprimanding smack was whipped across his sensitive butt cheeks.

“Hey,” Hani whined petulantly, “no fair.”

He shivered a moment later as a hot, deep voice rasped in his ear, “Behave.”

His lithe, slender body was shuddering as fingertips dug mercilessly into the soft globes of his ass and began to knead them, spreading them apart. Hani whimpered as his vision shifted so he was seeing through the eyes of the man behind him. His own body was on display, sweating and spread wanton and waiting.

He gasped as he followed the lines of the man’s toned arms down to where dextrous fingers were stretching his cheeks until his could feel his skin sting.

Hani could see his own quivering, blushing hole on display. It looked like it had already been oiled and opened, as it gaped hungrily, greedily sucking up the tip of one of his dream lover’s fingers. Hani cried out as the dream flung him back into his own body, panting at the intrusion that was pressing at his clenching walls.

“Quiet,” the deep voice ordered, “be a good boy for me.”

Hani mewled and thrashed on the sheets as he felt another blunt intrusion.

“No,” he moaned, “too soon.”

“I decide that,” the voice growled as a strong hand reached round to cover Hani’s mouth, wet with spit and opened on a soundless cry.

“If you want me to stop then tap out,” the voice hissed, slithering down Hani’s spine and prickling at his nerve endings. Hani immediately stilled as the man chuckled and hot breath ghosted his stretched hole.

Hani mewled as he felt the rough, damp drag of a tongue up his perineum before it slotted messily between the fingers buried in his ass. The man licked him open as saliva dripped down Hani’s quivering thighs.

“Is this what you want?” Hani’s own voice rasped jarringly in his ears. Hani scrunched his eyes tighter shut and shoved his face into the pillow. He pushed his ass further into the air, offering all of himself for the taking.

“So lost…” the mimicking voice continued, “yearning for someone to look after you.”

Hani groaned as a finger crooked and bent to rub over a bulge that made his toes curl with the sensitivity.

“To tell you what to do,”

Hani lifted his face back up, thrashing from left to right, but there was no one else there that he could see.

“To show you the way.”

Hani let out a shout as the fingers drew suddenly out from his ass, leaving him dripping and open.

“Don’t worry baby,” the comforting deep voice of his lover was back. “I won’t leave you empty.”

Hani smiled inanely as his eyes glazed over and he felt a large blunt pressure at his hole. He keened backwards, searching for strong arms to hold him once more.

But the man was gone, along with the bed, along with the cave, along with the desert.

Hani screamed as there was nothing left but darkness.