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“We have all weekend,” Jack sighs into Robby’s mouth, half repeating it to himself, blissful. Making out against their bedroom doorway shouldn’t feel this good, but it does when they have the weekend ahead of them, nothing but two days alone together, no shifts and no plans and nothing but each other. “I missed you, man.”
“Missed you, too,” Robby hums, dragging him in by an arm around the waist. “I want you naked.”
“Same here,” Jack laughs, obliging as Robby. Date night was nice, but this is what Jack really wanted. Skin and intimacy and closeness, with the mindblowing side of sex. He wants to get his mouth on Robby, he wants to choke, wants to suck his cock nice and sloppy—
And he doesn’t realize he’s saying all that aloud until Robby kisses him to shut him up. Jack still moans into the kiss, getting a hand in Robby’s hair as they tear clothes off each other. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me,” Robby murmurs, and no suggestion has ever sounded more appealing.
Jack happily drops to his knees the moment he’s shimmied out of his pants, the moment he’s taken his leg off…and then he’s working on Robby’s pants, pressing kisses to his thighs through the pants. His skin is warm. Robby’s hand lands warmly in his hair, and Jack’s mouth is already watering in anticipation. But his train of thoughts is quickly derailed by what he finds hidden under Robby’s black trousers.
Instead of the normal boxers Jack is expecting, he’s met with Robby wearing black shorts—shorts, yes, but shorts with lacy trim at the edges, being slightly eaten up by his thighs.
And it very quickly becomes clear that’s not the only thing different—the bulge Jack is ultra familiar with is absent from the front of Robby’s shorts, and the way they’re riding up and into Robby’s crotch shows what’s different.
Any and all coherent thought flies out of Jack’s head. Several questions spring to mind. They have the ability to dose themselves with a little vial and change what’s in their pants whenever they want, thanks to the frequent visits and blessed discretion of the “nurse” and Jack has even given her card to Parker so she can experience the joys of a dick that’s not silicone.
But among Jack and Robby, it’s always been Jack dosing himself. Dosing himself to surprise Robby when he comes home from work, dosing himself and staying naked around the apartment for a weekend for Robby to use freely, dosing himself because his cock can’t keep up with his voracious sex drive when Robby’s at work, or even having Robby put the dose in his coffee with no warning. Each time, it lasts forty eight hours.
Robby had never expressed an interest in being the one who’s dosed and changed.
When did Robby dose himself? When did he pick up the dose, hell, when did he decide to dose himself?
And then Robby’s hand tightens in his hair a little bit, pulling him back to the present, and Jack lets out some kind of weak moan.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jack chokes out. “Robby, this is—you’re blowing my fucking mind, man.” He leans his forehead against Robby’s thigh. “Jesus Christ.”
“I was curious,” Robby admits, stroking his hair. “You go so wild for it every damn time you get dosed. I figured there must be something good about it.” He pauses. “And I wanted to give you a present. I did this for you, mostly.” His voice is a little shaky.
Jack’s stomach swoops. “You are way too good to me,” he murmurs, running the lace of the shorts between his fingers. “Can I—please?”
“Yeah,” Robby chuckles, blushing down at him. “Go for it.”
Jack groans and kisses him over his shorts a few times, getting his hands on them, rubbing up and down Robby’s hips, and then he works up the courage to pull them down.
When he does, his dick jumps in his pants. Robby’s just as hairy as ever, gloriously so, and already flushed and slightly glistening wet. Jack’s lips part, trying to take this all in.
“This is a fucking wet dream,” Jack says, and Robby chuckles.
“Come here, come up,” Jack pants, though he’s the one on his knees. He shoves Robby back onto the bed, climbing into his lap, kissing him hard. Jack is already achingly hard. “Thank you. Have you already explored?”
“No,” Robby says.
Jack eyes him. “I was too damn curious to wait for you to get home the first time I found myself with this thing. You’re telling me you waited through our date?” Oh, Jesus, the thought of Robby just nonchalantly carrying this around in his pants throughout their date is enough to make Jack’s vision swim.
“I forgot it was there,” Robby admits in a sheepish tone, and Jack rolls his eyes.
“You’re a different breed, brother,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. He works Robby’s shorts down, still moaning at the sheer hotness of those, before finally sliding a hand down.
“My pleasure,” Robby murmurs. “Do what you want.”
He pulls one leg up, meeting Jack’s eye, squirming. Feeling exposed. Jack’s heart is thundering, recognizing what a rare gift this is…he won’t take it for granted. He’ll show Robby how good this can feel.
“Goddamn, baby,” he murmurs, slicking his fingers through the wetness that’s built, slipping one, then two easy fingers inside. They both hum at the hot wetness inside, Jack getting used to that sensation not being inside himself like he’s used to. He closely watches Robby’s face.
“How’s that feel? Good?” Jack purrs, prepared for a yes. Perhaps a plea for more. He feels around, getting used to that hot slickness and getting Robby used to the sensation. He tries crooking his fingers. Robby isn’t as wet as Jack gets, but Jack gets obscenely, almost comically wet from so little, it makes sense.
But Robby isn’t shaking, isn’t squirming, isn’t moaning, isn’t doing much of anything besides sit there. Robby is quiet, and after a moment’s consideration, he says, “It…doesn’t feel bad.”
Jack stills his fingers. “But?”
“But it doesn’t feel good either,” Robby says, avoiding eye contact. “It feels just…like nothing.” He shrugs. “As if you put your fingers in your mouth.”
“What about the stretch?” Jack asks, genuinely curious. “The fullness? How’s that?”
“There’s no stretch. It feels like nothing.” Robby reaches back towards the nightstand to take the empty vial in hand, inspecting it with a frown. “Maybe there’s something wrong with the dose.”
Jack hears what’s not said: something wrong with me. Just because he’s not getting pleasure from a couple fingers, just because he’s not making a fool of himself the way Jack does the second Robby sticks something in him.
“Or maybe it’s just your body is different from mine,” Jack says softly, kissing his cheek. He plucks the vial out of Robby’s hand. “Not everyone with this equipment likes penetration even if it does feel good, let alone if it feels like nothing.”
“Can you- can you take them out? It’s a bit uncomfortable to be full, actually.” Robby squeezes around his fingers like he’s trying to push them out. He’s squirming.
Jack nods, taking them out immediately, and Robby sighs in relief. Then he reddens. “I’m sorry. I know you were probably looking forward—”
“Hey, hey,” Jack says, kissing him on the mouth, easing up some of his tension. “Brother, I am fucking delighted by this. Every part of this. I don’t care what you do or don’t want me to do with it.
“I don’t care if all I get to do is look at it, or cuddle with you on the couch while I’m feeling flatness instead of morning wood against my ass. I don’t care, and I want you to feel comfortable above all else. Want you to feel good, not bad. Never bad, sweetheart.”
Robby looks at him with those loving brown eyes that still make Jack’s heart swoop. “I did this for you.”
”I’m fucking honored,” Jack replies. “But you don’t owe me a damn thing when it comes to your body, no matter what I’m joking about.”
Robby blushes, but murmurs, “Thank you.”
“Can I keep going?” Jack murmurs, and moves his fingers up. Robby nods. Jack smiles. He’d bet good money that Robby is going to enjoy this part of it, at least. Jack is buzzing a little bit at the thought that gets to show Robby how this feels now. It only takes a moment of gathering wetness in his fingers and searching, prying him apart, before he’s found it.
Robby’s body jerks involuntarily as Jack rubs his clit, face going redder. His breathing quickens, clearly not expecting that.
“Good?” Jack murmurs, and Robby nods.
He rubs it faster, firmer, watching the muscles in Robby’s hairy stomach tense up. He grabs Jack’s arm by instinct, holding tight. He’s breathing heavier now.
“Let go, it’s okay,” Jack murmurs in his ear. “You don’t have to last. You can go as many times as you want to. Want you to come for me. Want you to have your first clit orgasm, it’s gonna feel so fucking good, baby, just see.”
He kisses Robby’s face, moaning. He’s so hard it hurts, but he’s not going to touch himself, no way in hell. Not when he could be rubbing Robby’s clit. He watches Robby’s eyes shut, jaw tense, and it’s all so goddamn hot, Jack can’t stand it.
“Can’t believe you did this for me,” Jack breathes out, “can’t believe you did this at all. Come on, baby, come for me.”
Robby’s body tenses fully, grabbing his arm hard enough to hurt, staying perfectly still as he comes with his mouth open.
Jack can feel the flood of fresh wetness below his fingers, the pulsing of his clit, the raw flush that spreads down Robby’s chest. It’s thirty seconds before Robby is slumping back, finally letting out some heavy breaths. Jack tries to take in every detail.
He can’t help running his mouth still. “How was that? Good?”
“Good,” Robby replies, not meeting his eye. “Thanks.”
“This is my pleasure, believe me,” Jack says. Robby quickly shuts his legs.
“Let’s get you taken care of,” Robby says, reaching for Jack’s shorts, but Jack takes his hand.
“Brother, you know you’re allowed to enjoy this, right?” he asks, coaxing Robby’s legs apart again. “Don’t think about me for a minute. Do you want to come again?”
Robby opens and shuts his mouth. His face is still bright red.
“You are allowed to be the center of attention in bed if you want it,” Jack says. “I’m a whore always hogging the attention, and if that makes you happy that’s great, but truly nothing could make me happier than finally being able to give you the pleasure you deserve. I want to make you come your brains out over and over.
“Or watch you make yourself come. You should get a feel for yourself.” He kisses Robby’s cheek. “You hear me? Don’t worry about my cock. At this rate, it’ll come untouched. But you have a clit right now, for forty eight hours. You don’t pass that shit up, man. If I were you, my hand would never be off it. Fucking glued together.” Jack kisses his cheek.
Robby’s breath hitches at that. His hand drifts down, but he flinches from the first touch of it against his clit. “I don’t think I can come right now. Need a minute. Too sensitive.”
Jack nods. “Do you want to get a vibrator, later?”
“Um—“ Robby scratches the back of his neck. “I suppose I should, right? When in Rome?”
“Ringing endorsement,” Jack teases, but busies himself with kissing Robby again, climbing into his lap. “I suppose if you need a minute, I will take you up on that offer. But if your body’s able, brother, I am making you come again the second you can.”
“Okay,” Robby laughs into his mouth. “It felt…good.”
How painful was that to admit? “Yeah?” Jack hums. “God, baby, this is so fucking hot.” He rests a hand on Robby’s shoulder, squeezing, rocking into his lap. “You have a pussy. That’s so fucking hot.”
“I have a clit,” Robby mutters. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It seems kinda useless to acknowledge it if I’m not doing anything with it.”
Jack pulls back to eye him. “Would you say that to any woman or person with these parts who chose not to use them for penetration?”
“Of course not.”
“Then shut your yap,” Jack says, tugging on his hair.
Robby gets a hand around his cock, maybe to shut him up. Jack doesn’t mind. Robby stokes him expertly, knowing just the way he likes it, and Jack is embarrassingly close embarrassingly fast. He fumbles for a grip on Robby's hand and gets him to take a breather for a minute.
“Do you think you can come again?” Jack gasps.
“Maybe. Why?”
“If you don’t let me eat you out right now, I think I might die,” Jack murmurs. He’s still transfixed on the way Robby has a pussy between his legs right now, holy shit, and Jack wants to get his mouth on it. "Tell me you haven't wondered how it feels. Please. I need it so bad, baby."
Robby blinks as some arousal fills his eyes. “Okay.” He starts to sit back, but Jack shakes his head.
“Not like that. I want you to sit on my face.”
Robby hesitates. “I don’t want to crush you.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re not going to crush me,” Jack says, making Robby roll his eyes. “Come on, up, up.” Jack lays flat and waits for Robby to seat himself. His cock is still aching, throbbing, but he idly strokes himself while he waits for Robby to climb up into his new seat.
“Can I put my tongue inside you?” Jack asks, and something in his tone must be whiny and needy and begging, for Robby laughs.
“Yeah, man. If it makes you happy, you can put anything in there, just don’t expect me to come from it.” And then finally, Robby lowers his weight down over Jack’s face, legs on both sides of his head, hand in his hair.
Jack sighs in contentment, in pure fucking joy, as Robby’s weight smothers him, at least knowing that Jack doesn’t want him to hover. Jack has sat on his face enough times, after all. He’s thrilled to be able to return the favor.
Jack moans and sighs at the flavor of him, the wet heat, unsurprised that his pussy tastes and feels as good as he guessed. He keeps his hands on Robby’s hips, pulling him close. Keeping him down, his heavy weight over Jack’s face.
Robby doesn’t react until Jack gets his tongue over his clit, and even then, it takes a few hard presses of pressure to earn as much as a squirm. Not that sensitive. Alright. Jack can work with that.
Jack wraps his lips around his clit and sucks, hard, pulling a gasp at last. He grins. Then he focuses all his attention there, pushing on Robby’s hips, trying to get Robby to fuck his face. To use his mouth the same way he does with his cock.
Robby obliges. “Fuck, okay,” he gasps, getting in through the dim awareness of Jack’s world narrowed to just this, pushing past Jack’s pussydrunk daze. Robby fucks his face in little rocks of his hips that have Jack moaning like Robby's fucking him directly. Jack strokes himself while he's eating Robby out. Robby's slick covers him, Robby covers him, and Jack is in heaven.
It's not long before Robby is gasping and moaning and warning Jack that he's going to come, and Jack squeezes his cock tight as his own orgasm creeps up close. He moans into Robby's pussy as Robby seizes above him, squirting over his face in a hot wet gush.
What else is Jack supposed to do except come, licking over Robby's clit and dipping his tongue inside to taste him? Jack strokes himself through it, listening to Robby gasp just from the sight of Jack coming, apparently. Jack is immediately addicted to the taste of him and he's made it his new mission to get Robby to squirt as often as possible.
They both sit there a moment, catching their breath. Robby sits on his chest to give Jack some air to breathe, and Jack licks the wet mess off his lips. A lazy grin stretches across his face. Robby's eyes are pools of black lust, needy and desperate.
Through his breathless whines, Jack says, "I'm not done with you."
#
They’re sitting on the couch watching MASH the next morning, enjoying a Saturday off, when Jack gets antsy. He’s staring at Robby’s profile, enjoying the sight of him casually shirtless in sweatpants, noticing the lack of bulge Jack is used to.
Jack is horny. There’s no denying that. But not the kind of horny where he wants Robby’s mouth on his dick, no, he’s the kind of horny where he wants some part of his body playing with Robby’s pussy.
Jack shifts over and puts a hand on Robby’s waist, his head on his shoulder, and looks at him with puppy dog eyes. It takes a moment for Robby to notice.
Robby blinks at him, but allows Jack to pull the waist of his pants down a bit. Robby shifts on the couch to make room for him. “Really? You want more?”
“Are you kidding? I can make you come as many times as I want. You think I’m going to pass that up?” Jack sighs, laying his head on Robby’s shoulder, circling the pad of his finger over Robby’s clit, enjoying the way Robby squirms. He’s trying to stay still, though, trying to act like he isn’t affected.
Robby is already a bit wet, though Jack works him to get him wetter. Jack just plays with him idly for a while, no real direction, not dipping inside, just circling and playing on the outside.
He already feels calmer, just getting a hand on Robby in some way. Jack murmurs, “I wish I had my pussy right now, it’d be fucking soaked just from getting you off, handsome.” He fumbles for one of Robby’s hands and puts it on his cock just to say, “You feel how fucking hard I am for you?” He hardly even noticed it until now.
Robby blushes, squeezing his cock. “I didn’t pick up a second dose.”
“We should keep a ready supply in the house,” Jack says, prompting a laugh. But then he focuses purely on Robby’s clit, concentrating on getting him off.
Robby bites his lip, eyes shutting, getting closer, but then gasps, “Wait, wait, stop. Don’t want to come yet.”
Jack immediately moves his hand to Robby’s thigh instead, never mind that denying Robby’s orgasm feels a bit like denying his own, when all he wants to do is make Robby come and come and come. But Robby’s body doesn’t work that way. Jack changes to simply petting his thigh.
Robby looks him over, says haltingly, “I want to try something.”
“Go for it. Anything. I’m yours, baby.” Jack spreads his legs a little just in case that’s what Robby wants. He means it, he’d do absolutely anything for Robby right now in this state, hell, in any state.
Robby carefully swings a leg over his lap, settling his crotch over Jack’s through their clothes, making Jack gasp. He stays still, letting Robby figure out what he wants to do, watching the curiosity on his face as he gently rocks his hips a few times.
He’s still hovering, just barely pressing any weight against Jack's lap. That won’t do. Not when Jack knows the sparks of pleasure could be so much better for them both.
“I thought I taught you by now to sit the fuck down,” Jack growls, grabbing his hips and pulling him down. But he gasps, quickly reminded who’s in control here, as Robby slams his weight down.
He rucks Jack’s pants down and pulls out his cock, roughly stroking it a few times and giving him a look: stay still. Jack gasps at the much needed contact on his cock after being hard and denied for so long.
And then, quickly, like he’s not allowing himself to think about it, Robby pulls his own pants down— bare underneath for how often Jack has been dipping a hand beneath his waistband, and settles on Jack’s lap.
He’s wet, and he rocks in a pleasant glide against Jack, making Jack moan. Robby only lets out a little hum.
It’s all experimental, just seeing how it feels. For Jack, at least, it feels fucking amazing, as Robby braces one hand on the back of the couch and the other on Jack’s shoulder, rocking so that the head of Jack’s cock catches on his clit.
Once he’s found that, he lets out an involuntary little moan and keeps going, rocking faster. Jack’s stomach clenches from how hot the sight of this is, Robby flushed down his chest, and how goddamn wet he is, dripping over Jack’s cock.
Jack bites his lip on a whine, trying to draw breath, gasping at nothing while Robby plays with him.
Robby keeps making these short little rocks against the head of his cock, just using it like a toy against his clit, hips rolling faster. And with every soaked pass, Jack is afraid he’s going to slip inside. And Jack is getting perilously close on his own.
“Brother,” Jack wheezes, “I’m fucking dying here. Please.” He guides Robby further down, away from the danger zone so that Jack can have some room to breathe and not be so afraid that it’s going to slip in by accident.
He’s aching, throbbing, so desperate to be inside, but Robby doesn’t want that, and Jack would sooner lose his other leg than hurt Robby in some way.
So he stares at the ceiling and gains a little more understanding for the way Robby struggles when Jack is the one teasing him and dripping all over his cock.
But Robby has a look in his eyes, curious, ideas swirling. And then he begins to line up.
“Wait,” Jack gasps, though admittedly he’s not at full brain capacity right now. “You don’t want it—”
“I want to be the reason you fall apart,” Robby says. “I want to make you come. I already told you, it doesn’t hurt, it just doesn’t get me off.” And he said it was uncomfortable, but he doesn’t mention that part now.
“You could look at me and make me come, man,” Jack says with a pathetic moan, throwing his head back. “Are you sure—”
“It doesn’t have to be equal,” Robby says fondly, stroking his cheek. “I can do something for you to make you feel good without getting pleasure from it. It’s okay. It’s normal, brother. You want this. You need this, and I have the power to give it to you, so I will.” He kisses Jack’s forehead as he swallows up Jack’s cock in tight wetness.
He’s way too smart and making way too much sense for how close Jack feels, how much his brain is melting out of his ears. And then Robby leans down and pins Jack’s hands over his head, and everything about this is making Jack breathless. He can’t think. Can’t speak for once.
He starts rocking his hips, and Jack gasps at the novelty of this, being inside him for the first time in any capacity. Usually he wants Robby in him more than he wants any part of himself in Robby, and Robby can give a blowjob like nobody’s business, but this—Jack would have to be a fool to say no to some pussy. Especially when it’s Robby’s pussy.
“You like how I’m fucking you?” Robby growls, snapping his hips down and down until Jack's thrashing his head on the back of the couch, whining with every mindblowing second. “You like that, huh, pretty boy? Taking what I give you?”
Jack nods rapidly, squirming, trying to free his hands. He’s so fucking close. And yet the heat in Robby’s eyes above him just reminds Jack of the way he looks down when he’s fucking Jack open wide, when he’s pounding Jack’s pussy or his ass, completely in control. Jack is still falling apart beneath him, his good little sub, perfect.
“Fuck,” Jack gasps. “Can I—”
“Yes,” Robby says, reaching down to flick a thumb over Jack’s nipple, making Jack’s body shiver. “Come for me.”
Jack shakes and gasps and falls apart, unloading inside him. Robby squeezes deliberately, milking it out of him, making Jack whimper and whine.
It feels like it goes on forever, but then Robby is showing mercy and pulling off, and Jack is the one catching his breath. Robby just strokes a finger over his jaw, slumping onto the couch beside him, gazing at him fondly. Never underestimate Robby’s ability to ruin him.
“You—“ Jack tries to string a thought together beyond the way Robby has ruined him, completely and utterly. “You still haven’t come yet.”
Robby just shrugs. Robby gets a fistful of his hair and guides him down onto his knees on the floor below, face into his pussy, just taking Jack’s head where he wants it.
He edges his thighs apart enough for Jack to fit his face into where he’s sticky and wet and leaking Jack’s come. “Come on. Clean up your mess. You know what to do, you’re my good boy.”
Jack moans eagerly into him, nodding agreement. “And if you want to do that again, you’d better make me come,” Robby says. “Does that sound good to you, honey?”
Jack gets busy with a nod, licking into him sloppy and messy, moaning around his meal, giving Robby’s clit constant attention with his fingers while his tongue is busy lapping up his own come. He can see now why Robby gets so addicted to this with Jack.
#
Hours later, Jack is laid out over top of Robby this time, moaning incoherently into his neck as he humps Robby’s pussy, spread over him in bed. And Robby is fucking him with a vibrating plug turned up to high in his ass, bartering him with it, giving Jack almost more pleasure than he can take.
Robby is heavenly wet, a smooth glide that makes every pass of Jack’s cock through his lips feel like ecstasy.
“I knew you’d like this,” Robby says with a cocky smile right beside his ear. “You can’t stand being empty for long.” He reaches back to fuck Jack with the plug a few times, making Jack whine loudly.
Jack continues humping him. “I’m gonna come soon,” he slurs, out of his mind with pleasure, weakly grasping at Robby’s naked shoulders.
They’ve found ways for Robby to dom him and please him without letting Jack inside, without Robby spiraling out of his head, in ways that are still fun for both of them. And this is Jack’s reward for being so good, eating him out so well, making him come so many times.
He needed something inside him, and Robby is kind enough to let him hump himself stupid. Jack is babbling out thank you’s into his neck.
“Good boy,” Robby says, squeezing the back of his neck. Jack doesn’t know where to go, whether to fuck against Robby’s pussy or back against the plug. It’s an onslaught of pleasure he doesn’t know what to do with.
“Rut against my clit,” Robby orders, squeezing again, and Jack gasps. He adjusts his mindless angle a little bit to better ram the head of his cock where Robby wants it, and he gets to feel Robby’s breath hitch. “Good boy.”
“I’m gonna come,” Jack sobs, those two words about to push him over the edge. “Fuck, can I?"
"Yes," Robby hums in his ear, hitching his hips up a bit, giving Jack more room. "Come for me, baby." Jack sobs out his pleasure as Robby turns up the vibrations in his ass, and Jack's coming in only a few seconds. "Good, Jack, that's it. Making such a mess, aren't you?"
Jack's world swims, he blinks spots out of his vision, he draws great big whooping breaths as he tries to come back down. But Robby hasn't turned off the vibrator, and he's keeping Jack's cock trapped against his folds, hypsersensitive now. "Please," Jack whimpers, "turn it off."
"Did you think we were done?" Robby laughs, tugging on the ends of his hair. "I still haven't come yet."
"I made you come four times before," Jack says, not because he's opposed now, but because he wants to see what Robby will do when he's mouthing off like that.
"Shh," Robby says, pushing him down by the small of his back. "Don't speak, just hump me."
#
"Do you want to try the sybian?" Jack asks, glancing at Robby. Jack's on his knees going through their drawer of sex toys, offering each one to Robby or taking a few for himself because a guy 's gotta get filled somehow. Robby has declined most of them, taking only one of the smaller vibrators to try for now.
But Jack pats the sybian they keep in the back of the closet, usually, one of his favorites when he has his pussy and Robby's not home or Robby's tapped out or Jack simply needs more than Robby can give him at any point.
Robby freezes. Jack sees the panic on his face, the way he opens and closes his mouth as he struggles to say no. Jack sighs.
"I'm not asking because I want you to and I'm gonna be mad if you say no," Jack says, coming up off his knees and massaging Robby's shoulder. "I only want you to be comfortable. There is no wrong answer here. That's too exposed, huh?"
Robby nods, not making eye contact.
"No problem, baby." Jack kisses him on the mouth, hating how Robby is still stiff and nervous when Jack just wants him to let go and give over to the pleasure. The closest he's gotten to that is when Jack's buried between his thighs or tugging Jack closer by the hair, when he truly just forgets where he is and remembers his pleasure. Jack loves that. "Do you wanna try this?" Jack squeezes Robby's hand around the small bullet vibe he chose.
Robby nods, red cheeked. He's wearing only a tshirt and those goddamn lacy black shorts that are going to fuel Jack's wet dreams for the next ten years.
"What would make it better?" Jack hums. "Do you want to try it alone?"
"No," Robby says immediately. "Sex is always better with you there. I just don't want..." He sighs, struggling to find his words. "It's hard, man."
Jack nods. He knows. "Do you want me to whore myself out so you're not thinking about how you feel? I'm always happy to whore myself out, baby. You know me."
Robby laughs and nods, which makes Jack a little more at ease. Robby's fist squeezes around the vibrator within it, and he shifts a bit on his feet. Jack knows that look. The look of a man who's struggling to keep his hands off himself, who's throbbing but doesn't want to appear too desperate.
"Alright." Jack kisses him again. "Get comfortable. I'm gonna give you the best distraction you've ever seen."
Robby keeps his shirt on but takes the shorts off as he settles on his knees in bed, sitting down on the vibrator in a way that makes Jack deeply jealous of it...but he's had his fun. It's time for Robby to have fun with himself. Jack is almost jealous that Robby's getting to experience his first time with a vibrator.
Jack stays on the floor, quickly throwing all his clothes off, shivering a bit at the cool air on his skin. Robby's heated eyes rove over him, shameless, and Jack can see the moment he starts to relax, as he starts to forget about the toy between his legs and the view Jack has. Jack's trying to keep his eyes on Robby's face instead of the dark hair on his crotch, on the hand that's keeping the toy still as he starts to lightly hump into it. Like he doesn't know he's doing it. Jack swallows a moan as he gets a hand on himself in turn.
"I'm so fucking hard for you," Jack whispers, tugging his lip between his teeth, trying to be obscene. "I'm telling you, if I had my pussy, I'd be soaked, fucking dripping all over the carpet. You like that, huh? Like hearing about what I'd do for you?"
Robby's getting redder, eyes struggling to stay open, the buzz of the thing loud in the air. Jack struggles not to ask how it feels, not to demand every detail. He can be good. He can keep the attention on himself.
He adds some lube to the grip he has around his cock, making it loud and wet. "You hear that?" he hums, and watches Robby shudder. He's definitely humping the vibrator now. "How does it feel, baby?"
"Good," Robby moans, stopping to take off his shirt as he gets sweaty. Jack is close to drooling at the reveal of every inch of flushed skin and chest hair, no matter how many times he's seen it. He never gets tired of it. Robby looks wrecked and ruined, hair askew, eyes still squeezed shut. He's clutching the vibrator close, mouth dropping further open.
Jack slowly grins, wondering if he's going to catch Robby holding that thing up to himself in bed in the middle of the night, less disruptive than. But he'll forget about the sound and wake Jack up and get all red, adorably so, and Jack will pretend to be asleep just so he can listen.
"You like that, don't you?" He shakes his head, reminding himself that he's supposed to be distracting Robby, not pointing it out. But fuck, Jack can't help but want to tease him a little bit about how goddamn hot this is. "I'm gonna come for you, babe. You wanna watch me?"
He watches Robby bite his lip, obviously struggling to keep his eyes open, but he watches Jack with heavy breath. Their eyes lock, and Jack strokes himself harder, faster, almost forgetting
He watches Robby squirt all over it, drawing in gasping breaths, still surprising himself. Surprising Jack, who ends up shooting all over his fist, covering himself in white with a loud, whorish moan. The orgasm makes him shiver, makes his vision swim.
"Fuuuck," Jack breathes, unable to help himself. "Jesus, you're hot."
Robby slowly comes down, shivering and shaking and still gasping for air, reaching blindly behind him to grab the headboard so he doesn't fall. Jack watches him ravenously. But he hasn't shut the vibrator off.
"Not too much yet?" Jack asks.
"Not this time," Robby says with a low pleasured hum, still rocking against the vibrator, and a fresh wave of lust hits Jack like a wrecking ball. He exhales.
"Give me five minutes," Jack breathes, wondering if Robby will let him lick up the mess afterwards.
#
The vibrator becomes Robby's new best friend. Jack is indeed woken up at two AM by the sound of it buzzing under the covers, the sound of Robby's heavy breathing, but Jack tries with all his might to keep Robby from noticing that he's awake. He listens to Robby give himself not one, not two, but three orgasms over the course of thirty minutes, before he finally shuts it off and goes back to sleep with a sated sigh.
Jack falls back asleep with a smile on his lips, wondering when he'll get to tease Robby with this new ammunition. Neither of them bring it up in the morning, but Jack does wake Robby with his head between his thighs.
#
"You're absolutely sure about this, Robby? You won't get any pleasure from it. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I'm just curious. You take these gigantic things so easily all the time, I just wanted to see if I could. You got me wet enough."
"Fuck yeah, I did."
"...Are you jacking off to this? I'm not trying to be--"
"I know. But god, man, if that isn't the hottest sight. Is this how you feel every damn time I'm taking a dragon dick?"
"Something like that."
"Fuck...Robby, you alright?"
"It's not happening. Absolutely no way."
"Aww, I'm proud of you, though. You got like, a quarter of it in."
"I got one eighth of it. Jesus, man, how do you take those things? How is there room?"
"I don't know. Like I said, our bodies are just different."
"Your pussy is clearly better than mine. Now, would you like to ride that for me while I watch, since you're the expert?"
"Fuck, yeah. I've missed getting stuffed. Pass it over."
#
“So, what did you think?” Jack asks, lying beside Robby in bed on the final night, one hand resting on Robby's mound, fingers curling through the hair there to soothe himself. Lying pressed up against Robby, warm and naked fresh out of the shower, is the closest thing Jack can think of to paradise. And Jack is bound to get himself worked up just cradling Robby's pussy in his palm, feeling its warmth, tempted to swipe his fingers down over Robby's clit. "You liked the vibrator."
"Yeah," Robby says with a cough.
"I caught you in the middle of the night with it, man."
"You did?! I thought I was being quiet." Robby is back to being red as a beet.
"You were, but that thing wasn't." Jack nudges him. "Woke up horny, huh? And you could actually do something about it?" What can he say, he loves the way Robby blushes for him.
Robby groans. "I'm sorry I woke you. I just...it felt good."
"I'm glad. No shame in that." Jack chuckles at the embarrassment on his face. "When it was my first time with the pussy, I made you sleep with your fingers inside me and keep me full every moment. I think you were entitled to a little late night time with "
Robby shrugs. He's still flushed in the late night lamplight. “It was good. I like making you crazy. Like I said at the start, I did it for you."
"And we have not paid enough attention to the fact that you got yourself some fuckin' lacy shorts just for this," Jack says. "Don't think I'm done seeing you in those, by the way. I want to see what your cock looks like bulging out of those, and I need it yesterday."
Robby blushes. "I did it for you..."
"But?" Jack hums, tracing his jaw.
Robby looks down at him with warm, loving eyes. "If I’m honest, I would rather fuck your pussy than have one of my own.”
“Me, too,” Jack admits. If there’s anything this has taught him, it’s that he misses his own pussy. "I miss getting fucked," Jack whispers, leaning up to nip on Robby's lip. Robby smiles.
"Come midnight, I'll have a cock again," Robby says. "But maybe for your birthday, I'll put this on again."
Jack groans, laying his head back. "Please. Nothing better than having you on my face, man. Nothing hotter than making you come." He squeezes, and Robby shifts under him, humping into his palm. "One more for the road?" He glances at the eleven thirty on the clock. "We still got some time."
Robby reaches back to hand him the bottle of lube. "Be my guest."