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"Good morning, Doctor. Your latte, Sir."
Stone smiles warmly as he stands by Robotnik's side, disposable coffee up in hand. It was approximately 8:15 in the morning, 15 minutes after Stone was scheduled to clock in for the day. On schedule as always.
The Doctor is leaning back in his chair, his posture one might say is lazy or incredibly casual to be working. However, his hands move about in the air in a pattern most would never be able to keep up with, his eyes flick back and forth between four different holo-monitors tracking various things for his new passion project, one that G.U.N has not been made aware of. It appears the older man has some time today to play around with inventions he actually wants to make.
He reaches out his hand for his drink, and the Agent slips the cup into his grasp. He keeps a firm hold on it until Robotnik adjusts his grip to be steadily holding the coffee. This is to make sure nothing spills. "Thank you, Stone," Robotnik says without looking directly at him. Stone doesn't answer, he doesn't need to. The Doctor can see Stone's blinding smile and the joy in his eyes right from his peripheral vision.
Robotnik swirls the cup in his hand twice, he smells the coffee from the opening at the top of the lid, then he finally takes a sip. With a content sigh and a nod of satisfaction, Robotnik approves Stone's first latte of the day.
Robotnik takes another sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. Instead of going back to work or dismissing his assistant, he drums his fingers together in a contemplative manner, before swiveling his chair to look directly at Stone. Nothing about his demeanor says that he's upset, but the change in routine has the Agent on edge anyway.
"Stone."
"Yes, Doctor?"
Robotnik scans Stone's face for a moment, analyzing every crease and worry line that tells exactly how Stone is feeling in that moment. Stone stares back at him, posture unwavering, but eyes big and nervous.
"What time is it, Agent?" Robotnik finally asks.
Stone briefly glances at his watch. "8:17am, Sir."
"Right," Robotnik pauses for a beat. "And what time did you walk in with my coffee?"
"8:15am."
"Correct," Robotnik leans forward in his chair, still studying Stone's face. Stone doesn't understand what the older man is trying to imply, and with each passing second, he grows more worried that something is amiss with the Doctor's drink.
"Do you taste my lattes before you bring them to me?"
This question seems to throw the agent off guard for a second. A light flush tints his cheeks, but he doesn't break eye contact. "S-Sometimes, yes," he answers honestly.
"So you're aware of how my coffee is supposed to taste then."
"Yes, Doctor, I am."
"Right," Robotnik still hasn't made his point clear... He already gave his nonverbal approval of the coffee, and Stone wasn't late, so what was he missing?
"How long have you been working for me, Stone?" Geez, another question that doesn't seem to make the situation any more clear than before.
"Four years, Doctor," Stone answers anyway.
"And when did you start making my coffee?"
"About two months into my employment-"
"Correct."
Stone finally bites the bullet and just decides to ask. "Doctor... I don't seem to follow what your intention for this line of questioning is... unless there is something wrong with your coffee?"
"Taste it for yourself, Agent. You know how it's supposed to taste," Robotnik's voice is dangerously neutral. He gestures to the cup on his workbench in invitation, and Stone tentatively picks up the cup to take a sip.
The latte is perfect, just as it should be, just as Stone thought it would be. He places the cup back down and assumes his position at attention once more.
"Anything wrong with the latte, Stone?"
"No, Doctor."
"Exactly. And that is why I'm asking these questions."
Robotnik leans back again and crosses one leg over the other. Stone doesn't answer, simply waiting for further explanation.
"Stone, how is it that for 1,399 days straight, you are able to make my latte, multiple times a day, correctly without fail? Hmm?" Oh... Stone wasn't expecting that. The flush on his cheeks become more vibrant in response to what can only be interpreted as a compliment of the highest degree. "Apart from myself, you are the most consistent human being I have ever encountered on this planet, and I've encountered a myriad of different individuals."
Stone doesn't know what to say. The tension in his shoulders leaves, yet he stares wide eyed in shock at his boss. "I- well... Thank you, Doctor," he finally manages to get out. Robotnik hums in response, sweeping a hand over his bald head just once before stroking the end of his mustache.
"That's all, Agent. You're dismissed for now." Robotnik turns back to his screens and resumes his work as if nothing happened. Stone stands there for a moment longer, frozen in place, before he's able to shake himself from his stupor and leave the room.
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Later that day, Robotnik calls Stone back into his workspace.
"Doctor?" Stone walks up beside the man, waiting for further instructions. Robotnik doesn't reply immediately. He continues to sketch a blueprint in front of him for the next minute or two before putting down his mechanical pencil.
"Stone. It's almost time for my second latte of the day." This again. Stone is suddenly tense once more. The events of the morning are still running rampant in the Agent's mind; he wonders what Robotnik intends to do now.
"In about 15 minutes, you would walk through this door with my second coffee, ask me if I'm hungry, and depending on my answer, you would go make lunch, or continue your work. Isn't that right, Agent?"
"Yes, Doctor, it is."
"Alright. Let's go then."
Robotnik stands up from his desk and stares at Stone. Stone doesn't move for a moment, a deer in the headlights expression all over his face. "Well go on, then. I still expect you to keep your consistent record." This puts the agent back into motion. He nods his head and walks out of the main lab down to the kitchenette to get started on the Doctor's second coffee of the day.
Robotnik follows Stone close behind, not saying a word. He keeps his gloved hands folded behind his back as he walks into the kitchenette with his assistant. Stone does his best to ignore Robotnik's presence and make the coffee like normal; Robotnik stands in the entryway, watching his every move, burning holes into the Agent's suit jacket with his gaze.
'Keep it together, Stone. It's just another coffee-' Stone thinks. He takes a few deep breaths and continues to make Robotnik's latte as if the man in question wasn't standing right behind him. It proves to be quite difficult not to overthink it or mess it up by accident from extra nerves, but exactly 15 minutes later, and Robotnik's latte is ready, just as it always is.
Stone turns around and presents the drink to Robotnik. He had foregone tasting it this time... he felt a bit weird doing that with the Doctor watching him. Robotnik took note of this of course, but said nothing.
Whilst remaining eye contact, Robotnik takes the cup from Stone's hand and swirls it twice, sniffs the coffee from the the opening in the lid, then takes a sip. The same process from this morning.
The drink is perfect. He expected nothing less.
Robotnik says nothing, but Stone can see it in his face that he passed this test.
Still, the Agent can't help but ask:
"Is it to your liking, Doctor?"
Robotnik's lip twitches into an amused smirk at that. "What do you think, Agent? Did you make it correctly?"
Stone doesn't respond for a moment. He dares to nod his head after a brief hesitation, and Robotnik nods in agreement.
"Excellent as always, Stone. Consistent, as per usual."
Now, Robotnik decides to say something about Stone not tasting the coffee earlier. He closes the small gap between them; there's less than a foot of space separating the two men now.
"Try it. I noticed you didn't earlier before you presented it to me."
He lifts the cup up, and Stone takes the cup with shaky hands. He takes a sip, and the coffee indeed is just how it's meant to be.
Robotnik takes the cup back, and takes another sip right after him.
Oh.
That does something to Stone that he wasn't expecting.
The blush is back at full force; even more vibrant than before. Robotnik chuckles at this; he makes a show of taking another sip and licking his lips afterwards, watching as Stone's eyes flicker down to look before he peels his gaze away.
"Something on your mind, Agent?"
"N-No, Sir! Just- glad you like the coffee..." Stone stammers. Robotnik isn't buying that. The cup is set down on the counter, gently, before Robotnik leans in to stare into Stone's eyes.
This is not the first time Robotnik has invaded Stone's space, nor will it be the last, but there's a tension hanging over them that makes Stone's heart pound in his ears in a way that he's sure Robotnik can hear it.
"My ever loyal sycophant~" Robotnik starts. Stone looks away and the Doctor uses a hand to turn his head back to face him. "Too loyal for your own good. You know how I know you're lying? You clench your jaw and pinch your brows together, then keeping eye contact all of a sudden becomes too much for you~"
Ah. Stone is that easy to read huh? He supposes it was only a matter of time. The Agent swallows roughly, trying to will his nerves to calm down. It doesn't help much, if at all.
"Now tell me, what's got you so worked up, hmm? Actually- don't tell me. I already know," the Doctor chuckles and straightens back up. He lets go of Stone's face and picks up his coffee. "Go on, take another sip. You didn't make yourself any coffee this time around."
Stone grabs the cup with both hands, cradling it like some fragile artifact. He takes another sip and hands the cup back to Robotnik, who instead of taking his own sip, places the cup back down.
Then, he leans back in, faces so tantalizingly close, mustache brushing against Stone's lips, and murmurs:
"Mind if a have a taste, Agent?"
Stone swears that he can feel his internal body temperature rise by at least five degrees. His pupils go wide like a cat tasting sugar for the first time, and he answers, just as quietly:
"I don't mind at all."
Just then, Robotnik licks Stone's bottom lip before closing the gap with a surprisingly tender kiss. Even though Stone was halfway expecting it, it still shocks him, and his breath hitches in his throat. Stone places a hand on the counter to center his balance, which results in a low chuckle from the Doctor, who pulls away to examine the state of his assistant.
"Hmmm, tastes even better coming from you," Robotnik comments, like this is somehow a normal thing to do with your employee.
Stone is a beautiful shade of burgundy from the neck up, eyes bigger than platters, breathing fast, knees wobbly. Just how long had Stone been waiting for something like this to happen? Perhaps Robotnik should ask him about that another time.
How long has Robotnik been waiting for an opportunity like this? He'll tackle that train of thought later.
He places both hands on Stone's hips and guides him to lean back completely on the counter. "Doctor-!" Just as Stone was going to ask a question, Robotnik takes the opportunity to kiss him again, with more urgency this time, and slips his tongue into the Agent's mouth. Stone fails to contain the groan of pleasure that leaves him; he melts into the kiss and loses all sense of restraint, placing both hands on the either side of Robotnik's face and angling his head to deepen their kiss.
The Doctor takes one hand and hooks it behind Stone's thigh. He lifts his assistant's leg up and Stone instinctively wraps it around Robotnik. Good. Just what the Doctor wanted. The older man presses their bodies flush against one another, and that elicits a gasp out of Stone, who bucks his hips subconsciously. They both taste like coffee, tongues intermingling with one another, sweet as sugar.
A distinctive tightness starts to form in Stone's pants and he goes rigid. 'Oh dear- oh no-' he thinks. Oh gosh Robotnik is pressed against him and in any moment now he's gonna feel-
"Excited huh?" Robotnik purrs. Well shit. Stone whimpers in embarrassment, but Robotnik only grins. He rolls his hips against Stone, purposefully pressing into the Agent's steadily growing bulge. Stone shudders and he sighs, and Robotnik decides to keep teasing him.
The Doctor leans down and starts licking and sucking at Stone's neck. He doesn't care to loosen or remove any of the Agent's clothing, just mouthing at whatever skin in already exposed. Stone's hands slide down to the Doctor's coat, and he clutches onto it for dear life. Robotnik bites down on his neck and Stone moans much too loud; it's a shame no one else is nearby to hear it.
Robotnik smiles at the bite mark left behind and licks it. "Mine~" he growls, and oh god the pleasure that zaps through Stone's entire body is almost too much to bear. The Agent's cock twitches in his pants.
Then, Robotnik stops.
He pulls back and looks over Stone's body. Stone can see the gears turning and the lightbulb that goes off in the Doctor's head.
'What is he about to do-'
Robotnik then sinks to his knees in front of Stone, fingers trailing down to the Agent's belt and Stone inhales loudly through his nose. "Oh my god-" he moans out, then covers his mouth. Robotnik takes his time to undo the belt buckle, pausing to allow Stone to back out if he wants to, but when no hesitation or rejection is voiced, he pulls down the Agent's pants and boxers just enough to free Stone's already weeping member.
Stone's cock springs free from its confines, the cool lab air on the newly exposed, sensitive skin causing the younger man to shiver. It's a good size, about five and a half inches, with a nice girth to it that's sure to stretch the Doctor's jaw out. Robotnik licks the bead of precum from the tip, then gives absolutely no warning before sheathing the whole length into his mouth.
"DOCTOR?!" Stone yelps and immediately doubles over from the sensation. Robotnik's warm, inviting mouth feels like heaven around his dick; he can feel his cock convulse inside and Robotnik swallow around it.
The older man hums and nuzzles his nose into Stone's curly pubic hair. He digs his fingers into the Agent's meaty thighs, pressing him against the counter to keep him from moving as he takes in a deep breath from his nose. Stone places one hand on Robotnik head, the other is gripping the counter so tight that one may fear it would break. Robotnik pulls back about halfway, dragging his tongue along the underside of Stone's member before swirling it around the tip, then he goes back down. Stone's breathing is shallow and uneven, desperate sounding. Robotnik starts to set a moderate pace, one that's slightly too slow on purpose to drive Stone absolutely insane, adding more suction each time he comes back up.
Stone is moaning wantonly now; his head is thrown back and his hips are fighting to move against the large hands keeping him pinned in place. Not being allowed to set the pace himself is proving to be absolute torture in the best way possible; the aggressive heat of his arousal continues to pool in his gut from Robotnik's ministrations.
Just as the poor Agent doesn't think he can handle it anymore, The Doctor starts to speed up. Stone whines, high pitched and needy, and the sound causes Robotnik to moan around his cock. It's deep and gravely, ethereal sounding, and Stone is going to think about it for weeks. The sound sends vibrations all throughout his body, wave after wave of ecstasy positively overwhelming the Agent and pushing him further to the edge.
"D-Doctor please! I- mmmph oh god I'm g-gonna cum!" Robotnik then has two ideas: continue to pin Stone down so he can only take what he's given, or loosen his grip just slightly so Stone can fuck his mouth.
Something deep inside of him wants that second option, and wants it bad. He gives in to his desire and loosens his grip on Stone's thighs, looking up at the mma, intense eyes filled with lust and something else that could only be described as fondness.
The moment Stone is able to move, he starts ramming into Robotnik's wet heat. The hand gripping the counter joins his other hand on the back of Robotnik's head and guides the Doctor back and forth on his cock. Robotnik keeps his jaw loose, letting himself be used in what turns out to be incredibly pleasant for him. He hums happily, eyes fluttering closed, hands sliding back up to Stone's hips and rubbing circles into his v-line. Stone is panting as if he just ran a marathon; he doesn't slow down in the slightest as he chases his climax that's just barely out of reach.
"Holy fuck!" Stone grits out through his teeth. He sucks in a sharp breath as he presses Robotnik all the way into his pelvis. The Doctor can feel Stone's balls draw up against his chin, then spurts of warm cum start to fill his mouth. He doesn't swallow at first, letting all of Stone's seed gush into him and cover his tongue. A little dribble leaks from the corner of Robotnik's mouth; Stone fights to keep his eyes open so he can burn the sight into his memory.
Robotnik then gulps everything down at once. He swallows the thick, creamy load with Stone's softening cock still in his mouth, and the feeling makes the Agent spasm with aftershocks that cause the man to gasp and cry out. When Stone's muscles go slack, Robotnik slides off of him with a cartoonish pop sound. He licks his lips, then licks the agent clean.
"You taste excellent~" Robotnik says, voice hoarse and an octave deeper than usual. "As expected, from my near-perfect assistant." He stands up with a little grunt, leaning a bit of his weight on the Agent who still catching his breath and twitching. Stone looks up at him with giant doe eyes that would form hearts if it was possible; Robotnik rolls his own eyes playfully in response.
He swipes his gloved thumb through the cum that dripped down his mouth and holds it up to Stone. "Taste it," he says in a similar fashion that he did with the coffee. Stone licks and sucks on Robotnik's thumb, tasting leather, metal, and his own spend. It's got a sweet aftertaste to it.
"Good isn't it? Just like your coffee~" The Doctor purrs. He pulls his thumb from Stone's mouth and kisses the man hungrily. Stone is quick to return the same energy, biting at the Doctor's bottom lip.
When Robotnik's pulls away, both of them are flushed and slick with sweat, lips red and swollen, and Stone looks like he's absolutely love drunk. With a gentle touch, Robotnik tucks Stone back into his boxers and pants. He fixes the Agent's buckle and straightens out Stone's tie. "I am feeling a bit peckish after our little activity. Make me some lunch. Make some for yourself too," Robotnik instructs as he smooths out Stone's jacket.
He takes a step back and looks over his work, then nods with satisfaction. His eyes linger on the bite mark on Stone's neck; it makes him smile. "Thanks for the latte, Agent~" The Doctor teases, picking up his disposable cup from the counter and leaving a sweaty, out of breath, and utterly enamored Stone in the kitchenette by himself.