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Soft music floated underneath the door, playing from the radio Dennis had gotten Robby for his birthday. It was navy blue, in a vintage model the older man was rather pleased with, tuned to a station that played slow, romantic music. Music that coursed through your body like warm whisky and cigar smoke. Music that could put just about anyone in the mood.
Though, neither of them could really hear it anymore, not over the sounds of heavy pants, long moans and soft grunts.
The curtains were drawn, lamps on, casting a warm glow across the room. Shadows of intimacy and closeness danced against the wall, looming lovingly. Clothes littered the floor, tossed onto the armchair and kicked under the bed. The smell of sex clouds the room, invading both men’s nostrils in the most pleasant way imaginable.
“Oh…Denny,” Robby whispered against kiss bitten lips, rough hands gripping the peachy flesh of his lover's ass.
It had started as kissing, melting into heavy petting. Then, in a moment that felt like a blur, they were suddenly stumbling into the bedroom and tearing at one another’s clothes. Passionate and romantic, despite the desperate actions.
Now, Robby was sitting up in the middle of the bed with Dennis on his lap, legs wrapped around the older man’s waist. Dennis kissed him again, fingers tangled in soft, short hair.
“Y-You’re so deep inside..” he whined, punctuating his words with a slow, deep roll of his hips. His fat clit rubbed against the older man, sending sparks of pleasure through him, Robby’s fat cock pulsing deep inside of him.
Robby’s hands moved to the boy's hips, helping him move up and down, guiding his languid movements. “God…” he kissed over Dennis’s chest reverently, tongue lathing over his nipples. “You’re so beautiful. Has…Has anyone ever told you how fuckin’ beautiful you are?”
Dennis whined again. The older man’s words always made his mind go fuzzy. From casual praise at work, to filthy words that tumbled from his lips in the bedroom. Even sweet, loving words made Dennis’s mind go blank and something deep inside him clench. Ache.
It was strange.
No one had ever told him he was beautiful, no. No one had ever really told him that he was handsome. Weird, sick-looking, ghostly, yes. Harsher words had been said about his appearance, but Robby had kissed the memory of those away already. He shook his head against Robby’s shoulder, having buried his face there. No one had seen him this way before. No one had seen past the sad look on his face. Peeked beneath the cover of clothing and uttered such kind words like Robby.
“No?” The man husked, rutting his hips up, feeling Dennis’s tight cunt drool around him again. “Idiots.”
“You…” Dennis moaned, pulling back to look at Robby. His eyelids were heavy, cheeks flushed, hair damp. “You really think that? You think I’m…I’m beautiful?”
Even through their shared pleasure, Robby could see the flash of insecurity on Dennis’s face. He could feel it. Smell it. So, he kissed it away, cupping his boy’s face and kissing him so passionately it hurt. “The most beautiful.” He whispered, pressing kisses along Dennis’s jaw as his hands roamed over his body worshipingly. “The most beautiful person I have ever met, Dennis, sweetheart. Your skin is so soft and warm…every scar…every bruise. The sound of your laughter…”
Dennis rocks his hips as Robby talks, brows furrowed, pleasure and kindness making his head spin and his cunt spasm. His hands trembled as he gripped at the older man’s shoulders.
“How kind and warm you are.” Robby continued, kissing along Dennis’s sweaty neck. “How well you’ve grown into yourself. I’m so proud of you, my beautiful boy.”
A little sob tumbled from Dennis’s lips as tears welled in his eyes. He truly didn’t know what to say, his brain too scrambled to piece together the appropriate words.
Almost like a lifeline, Robby’s thick arms wrapped around Dennis in an all encompassing embrace. The man planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up the best that he could, helping Dennis to bounce in his lap. Eager to bring as much pleasure to the younger man as he possibly could.
Tears fell freely then, streaking down ruddy cheeks as Dennis fucked himself on Robby’s thick, mind-numbing cock. Pleasure built thick and warm in his core, spreading through to the tips of his toes and the tops of his ears.
“I-I love you.” Dennis stuttered through sobs, his blunt nails clawing at Robby’s warm, muscled back. “I love you. Oh, god…Daddy…I think…”
“I know.” Robby groaned in response, feeling the way Dennis clenched around him firmly, squeezing his cock perfectly. “I know. It’s…fuck…it’s okay.”
Robby was just as close, balls full and tight, messy with Dennis’s cream. He never wanted this to end, but he was desperate to indulge in the feeling of a mutual orgasm. He didn’t want to pull out. He didn’t want to finish on Dennis’s tummy or in his mouth. He needed, more than anything, to stay exactly where he was at that very moment.
The younger man seemed to feel exactly the same, grinding his hips harder against Robby, rubbing his swollen clit against him. He made no effort to move. No effort to pull off at all. Quite the opposite. The air around them seemed to grow thicker as sounds of pleasure built and built, entirely drowning out any noise that the radio produced. No worries about their neighbours crossed either of their minds, noise complaints be damned.
Dennis shifted his feet, planting them onto the bed to give himself better leverage. “Come inside~” he whispered shakily as he began bouncing properly, once again aided by those strong hands that he trusted and admired so much, gripping his sweaty flesh so hard that Dennis was sure bruises would kiss his skin the next morning. He pulled back to look at the man properly, excitement sparkling in both of their eyes. “J-Just…Just this once. Come inside me.”
“You’re…” Robby’s eyes flitted from Dennis’s wet set, then to his mouth. Fire burned deep inside him. His orgasm bit right at his heels.
“Sure.” Dennis finished for him, nodding eagerly. “I’m sure~”
That was all Robby needed. That was all Dennis needed. Both men worked in harmony together as they hungrily chased their orgasms, rutting, thrusting and bouncing together. They moaned into one another’s mouths, swallowing lewd sounds of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping intensified until it was one of the only sounds filling their warm bedroom.
Dennis’s eyes rolled back into his head as his mouth fell fully open in a whorish scream of absolute pleasure, wetness blooming in the space between them. He squirted messily, his poor neglected clit throbbing, hole pulsing with each bullying thrust of Robby’s cock. Bouncing had become futile at that point, movements far too sloppy and uncoordinated, legs entirely weak underneath him. He depended solely on Robby to work him through it, to guide the rest of their lovemaking.
He truly didn’t have to take the reins for very much longer. Another rough thrust and Robby was holding Dennis in place firmly as his cock throbbed and he unloaded inside of the younger man. It felt wonderful, feeling the heat of his come flood Dennis’s spasming cunt obscenely…it was so good, Robby wasn’t sure that he could keep it a one time thing. He was barely finished coming and he already wanted to do it again.
Again.
“Fuck…” Robby groaned, nipping at the boy’s bottom lip.
“Robby…” Dennis whispered, rolling his hips slowly with a hiss, pushing the older man’s come deeper. He whimpered, another wave of warmth flooding through him as he took in the love dripping from Robby’s expression. He wanted to cry all over again, overflowing with emotions.
He knew that Robby would be there to catch them, though.
Slowly, Robby shifted their bodies until Dennis’s back was pressed to the sheets. He pulled out just as slow, watching mess drool from Dennis’s used, puffy cunt. He didn’t stare too long, pressing a soft kiss to the other's knee.
“I’ll be back,” he promised, voice a gentle whisper. “I promise.”
Without wasting another moment, Robby got up and stumbled to the bathroom, his legs just as weak as Dennis’s. He soon came back with a warm cloth to gently clean between his lover’s legs, pressing kisses to his skin as he went. “You did great.” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere with his normal volume. “I’m always so proud of you, sweetheart. At work, in bed, in your own life. Just seeing you…”
Dennis smiled lazily, almost drunk on what had happened between them. “You came inside of me.” He whispered.
Robby laughed, eyes crinkling. “I did,” he nodded, getting up to toss the flannel away before he came right back to bed, cuddling right up to Dennis.
“We should do it again.” He whispered, eyes already shut, body heavier than…Dennis didn’t quite know what. He was already halfway to dreamland, listening to the rumbling tone of Robby’s voice as he talked about…something.
— ♡ —
“I’m shitting myself…” Trinity paced, chewing on her nails.
Robby was away for the weekend on some work trip, and Trinity had eagerly jumped at the chance to come for a weekend long sleepover. She ran her hands through her hair, grinning after a moment.
“You aren’t the one that might be knocked up!” Dennis shot back, sat on the closed toilet seat. “Fuck. I’m scared to look.”
He wasn’t scared because of how Robby might react…or was he? He didn’t know. Fuck. He didn’t want to look.
“Can…” Dennis rubbed his face. “Can you look?”
Trinity laughed, “What? And touch your piss stick?” She teased, despite reaching out for the pregnancy test on the counter. She flipped it over, eyes going wide.
She looked over at the man, eyes still wide, shit eating grin on her face.
“Positive?”
“Positively positive.”