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Dennis has never claimed to be a pious man.
Even though he was raised in a religious household, surrounded by religious people in his religious fucking town, there are always a couple of kids in every family that completely reject the religious life. Saving face in front of parents, maintaining good grades, and excelling in extracurriculars to build enough trust that there was never any suspicion of sin happening in their household, with their baby.
He’s deeply familiar with most of the seven sins, his conquests in Broken Bow, Nebraska, being the product of many of those sins coming to life, nevermind the fact that they were staunchly Christian and not Catholic– it’s the same damn book, same scripture without the explicit context.
He feels an itch of his own as her name starts to be murmured through the halls of the PTMC ED.
Noelle.
Dennis considers that her name is fitting, rooted in the birth of Christ, for it to bring up the same nasty feelings he hasn't really had time to experience since high school.
Noelle and Robby.
It makes his stomach churn and his skin crawl, envy guiding every interaction he's ever had with her. She’s a nice enough girl, woman, working a job that somehow balances the social work aspect of hospitals with the legal, advocating for patients, and doing her best to make sure they don't struggle in this fucking economy. He imagines long arguments with insurance companies and bureaucratic meetings, her fighting for authority and respect in a system that prioritizes masculine authority and press-gainey scores over what patients actually need. Empathy practically oozing from her like a leaky faucet, pouring all of her efforts into the people around her and bleeding herself dry.
And still, she gets to fall into the bed of Michael Robinavitch more nights than not, god how Dennis has fantasized about being in her position. From the moment his brain decided it could relax, he's had his fingers stuffed into his cunt, muffling his moans into a pillow and waking up with his thighs sticky from the multiple orgasms he wrung from himself the night before, only to rinse and repeat the next day when he did something so fucking competent it made his cock throb.
The worst part of her being thrust into Robby’s life is that Robby doesn't even touch him like he used to. Obviously, having found his stress relief in bed with Noelle, Dennis’s imagination runs wild with the possibilities, picturing Robby's hands on Noelle’s neck, her shoulders, his hand gathering her hair into a ponytail as she sinks to her knees, groping all of the soft fat and muscle that Dennis himself used to possess.
He starts peacocking, only slightly, of course, pride guiding his movements through the ED after he acquires his degree and officially becomes Doctor Dennis Whitaker, competence dripping off of him in waves. He holds himself with it now, too, thanks to the newfound access to money, good food, and a gym membership. Not that he lost his muscles from the farm, no, the lean muscle stuck through his brief spat with homelessness, and it was easy to gain the bulk back as soon as he started gaining weight from eating correctly again. Trying to demonstrate that Dennis not only knows what he needs, but also what Robby needs, that he could understand him in more ways than Noelle ever could, and that he would be a much more satisfying lay than she ever could.
Dennis briefly remembers wondering if small and pathetic was what Robby liked about him when he had his first rotation a year ago, but then he catches a glimpse of Robby kneeling on the floor as Noelle looms over him, and he decides that while she might be small, she's definitely not giving pathetic.
It really starts to ramp up when he hears murmurs of Robby’s seven-week itch.
He becomes so greedy, trying to manipulate Robby’s time as much as he can, to make Dennis seem like the solution to the glaringly obvious, looming end of Robby and Noelle’s time together. Dennis is fully willing to take the fall; he's heard it all before. The cries and wails of ‘you ruined my life’ and ‘he’s never cheated on anyone before.’
He imagines Noelle would take it to the chin, as she seems privy to Robby’s reputation as well, though he does chuckle at the memory of the one girl who tried to insult him by stating ‘you look like a little boy.’ To be fair, Robby is easy pickin’s in this aspect; he has a reputation for short-term fun, cohabiting with coworkers, being kind of dickish about it all, and most glaringly of all, dating people younger than him.
Dennis thinks he’s perfect. He wants it so bad it makes him sick, the only reprieve being his meticulous planning of when he’ll decide to strike, and the opportunity strikes on the last shift before Robby’s so-called midlife crisis motorcycle sabbatical.
He starts to plant the seeds early, deferring to Robby when he can, while trying to stay out of the man's way when it's obvious that the stress of the shift has begun to wear on him. He dutifully catalogues each of Robby’s reactions each time Noelle appears in the ED, watching as the man becomes more twitchy, exasperated even with their interactions. Eyes darting around like he's looking for a way out.
He lays it on thick when he compliments his bike in the ambulance bay, and despite any feelings he may have about the older man wearing his helmet, Dennis knows he's doing something way more fucking dangerous and risky, and he fucking gets it. Wanting to feel so close to death and so in control at the same time.
Dennis tells Trinity to head home with Garcia without him, partly knowing how they both like to unwind after shifts, and staying under the guise of working his own stress out in one of the 24-hour gyms to give them some time to fuck it out.
Truthfully, he lingers in the Ambulance bay smoking a cigarette, close enough to Robby’s bike to be noticed, but far enough for plausible deniability. The rest of his night depends on Robby noticing, not that Whitaker thinks he won't, overhearing Robby bitching to Dana about her lack of cigarettes earlier.
Robby stalks out of the doors just like Dennis knew he would, looking like a man who needs some stress relief and doesn’t know where to find it. Dennis feels a little bad about potentially delaying his sabbatical for another few hours, but his own want courses through him and he just can’t fucking help himself any longer.
“You gonna put on that helmet or should I stick around to save your ass when you crack your skull open?” Dennis calls out, obviously startling Robby for a second as he jumps. Robby lets out a controlled breath, scrubbing his hands down his face like he's trying to compose himself.
“Jesus, Whitaker, I can not be taking this shit from you, too,” Robby grumbles, taking a quick once-over of the boy before his eyes land on the cigarette between his lips. “Those things will kill you, you know?”
“Part of the fun, as I’m sure you know,” Dennis smiles, smoke curling around his teeth as he talks. He holds the cigarette out far enough to offer, but close enough that Robby would have to come close. “You want some?”
“I've wanted some since ten AM,” Robby groans, walking over to Dennis and plucking the cigarette from his fingers. Their hands brush lightly in the action, and Dennis swears his skin tingles at the contact.
“You can keep it,” Dennis states, a gift for what he's about to do. Dennis grabs the carton from his pocket, shaking out another cigarette for himself before he closes the lid. He holds steady eye contact with Robby as he crowds into the old man's space, connecting the tip of his unlit cigarette with the cherry on Robby’s, blinking slow and pretty as he inhales. He watches as Robby’s breath hitches when he pulls back slightly, blowing the smoke into his face in a painfully obvious gesture.
Hook.
“I don't really care about the helmet, just wanted to get your attention,” Dennis says softly, letting the words hang in the air for a few beats before he continues, “I get it, even.”
Robby laughs at that, shoulders relaxing a few inches. “Oh, really, and what is there to get?”
Dennis hums for a moment, lazily glancing over Robby's features as he considers how much of his hand he should show. “The control, the way that you put yourself in danger or make bad decisions just for a hit of the power that it brings.”
“And what do you know about that, Whitaker? You're what, 27? Seems a little early for a midlife crisis,” Robby inquires while leaning into Dennis’s space just an inch or so more.
“I’m afraid it isn’t very work appropriate, sir,” Dennis states, ashing his cigarette in faux modesty. He can feel his heart pulsing thick blood through his veins; he’s surprised he’s not shaking.
“As of about 15 minutes ago, I am no longer your boss; you can share as you please,” Robby hums around his cigarette. Dennis feels his cunt throb at the sight and their proximity.
“I’ll just say that I’m the perfect kind of guy for a man like you,” Dennis teases, bringing a hand to lightly drag down the zipper of Robby’s jacket, his eyes tracking the movement deliberately.
He can hear Robby swallow audibly as he continues, voice dropping in a secretive tone, dragging the words out so he can continue to feel up his attending through his too thick jacket, “Seven week itch, no easy way out without words.”
Line.
Dennis lets himself move in closer, moving to whisper in Robby’s ear, “I happen to be a little obsessed with the idea of collateral damage.”
“Only if you swing that way, of course, though I am working with– familiar– equipment.” Dennis pulls back just enough to watch Robby chase after him, body singing in delight as Robby's free hand moves to his low back, pinky settling just over the swell of his ass.
“Dennis Whitaker, bachelor in theology, M.D., homewrecker, didn’t see that on your resume,” Robby teases, thumb beginning to rub small little strokes on his low back.
“Is there even a home to wreck? You make it easy, Robinavitch,” Dennis snarks back, chasing the touch like an addict. That earns him a squeeze to his waist and a half-aborted chuckle.
“You want to indulge in my bad habit before we indulge in yours?” Robby asks, tone darkening in a way that makes Dennis shiver.
Sinker.
Dennis pulls away, taking one last drag of his cigarette for the effort before stomping it out on the ground. He notices that Robby’s has already fizzled out, so he plucks it between his fingers as he walks through the man, hoisting his backpack over one shoulder and making sure to sway his hips ever so slightly.
“As long as you don't make me wear your only helmet, I want the full experience,” Dennis calls as he walks his way to the bike. He can hear the way Robby practically scrambles after him, something ugly and proud blooming in his chest as he settles on the back of the bike, leaning back to highlight his figure.
“As long as you tell me all about your experience with the subject on the ride home,” Robby purrs while his eyes trace over Dennis’s form.
He swings a leg over the bike, tilting it off the stand and kicking it up before turning the key and pumping the bike into ignition with a few strong kicks. Dennis wraps his arms around Robby’s waist as he settles back onto the seat. Dennis leans up and rests his head on Robby’s shoulder, letting his soft breaths ghost across the shell of the man’s ear before he responds breathlessly.
“Only if you can manage to drive the bike while your blood rushes somewhere else.”
Robby doesn't respond verbally, though Dennis swears he can see the man shiver ever so slightly at his words as he pushes them backwards and orients the bike, revving the engine twice before tucking his feet up and steering them towards Robby’s house.
Dennis decides to start easy, recounting the friends in high school who had gotten broken up with simply for being close friends with Dennis and also having crushes on him previously, usually directly before their current or ex-partner. He paints a scene of patterned behavior with this, whispering each boyfriends reasoning from emotional to sexual jealousy in great detail.
When they get stopped at a red light, Dennis lets his hands wander as he recounts the man who had chased him from his sophomore year of high school all throughout undergrad, naming numerous his ex-lovers, including his current wife, and describing the different things that the man had wished to do to him.
“He had such a fascination with wanting to fuck my ass, not that I minded, of course; however, I’m a firm believer that god made me with a cunt for a reason,” Dennis speaks low into Robby’s ear, smirking when he sees Robby grip the throttle a little bit tighter and crank it just a little bit faster.
“I didn’t think it was that weird, though. He has at least two children that I know about, fucking insane breeding kink, guess it makes sense that he would want to fuck me like a real man and not have to pay another round of child support.”
Dennis then moves to when he fucked the weed man, a boy he had grown up with, for weed. The same man whose girlfriend had tried to insult him by calling him a little boy, little did she know.
“He called me a pretty slut as I rode his cock on my bedroom floor, feeding me hits from his dab pen until I was dizzy and drooling, he felt me up in the fields behind my parents' farm in between texting his girlfriend about his whereabouts. My parents let him spend the night a couple of times.”
They’re crossing the bridge when Dennis ups the ante, one hand moving to settle on the dip of Robby’s hip, fingertips lightly grazing over the hard bulge in Robby’s cargos as they fly down the highway.
“With this one guy, I made him break up with his girlfriend over text before settling in on his lap, I made him cum in his boxers, before stripping them off and sucking him off, he didn't even get to touch me that time, though I did make him text all of the dirty things he wanted to do to me next time he saw me. His parents caught him referring to himself as “daddy” when he accidentally sent his text to his stepdad, and he’d send full-body pictures of himself fresh out of the shower just so I could jack off to them later.”
Dennis slows down his speech as Robby takes an exit and pulls into a residential area, a nice little suburb with houses that are all identical except for the paint jobs. Robby turns into the driveway of a dark blue house, rushing to turn off the bike.
“You might want to text Noelle and let her know you'll be occupied for the evening,” Dennis whispers in Robby’s ear, one hand moving to lightly palm him and the other slipping under all three layers of fabric to grope at his hairy stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband in a teasing gesture.
Robby lets out a soft groan at the contact, relaxing back into Dennis’s grip before he pulls himself away. He dismounts the bike, slinging his bag over his shoulder and offering a hand to help Dennis stand. Once Dennis is off the bike, he drags Dennis in front of him, hips lightly bucking as he grinds his clothed cock against his back. Dennis feels himself burn from the contact, and then Robby is manhandling him towards the front door, only slightly fumbling with his keys before he's shoving them both inside.
They both throw their bags and coats off as soon as the door clicks behind them, fumbling to kick their shoes off as they meet in a searing kiss. Dennis gasps into Robby’s mouth, allowing the older man to lick into his mouth as Dennis grasps at Robby’s arms for purchase. Robby kisses fast and dirty, teeth and tongue unrelenting as one hand grips and tugs at Dennis’s curls while the other gropes at Dennis’s ass, guiding their hips in a dirty grind that has them panting into each other's mouths.
Dennis feels alight with the feeling, small wimpers leaving his mouth in between smacks of lips and the soft click of spit. This is everything he's ever wanted: to feel so wholly surrounded by Robby and have the man just as desperate for him as Dennis has been since his first fucking day in the ED. He feels Robby start to move backwards, guiding them by familiarity and feeling alone down the hallway into the rest of the house.
They take a break after a few seconds, Robby letting go of Dennis’s hair to grasp at his other asscheek, squeezing in the universal sign for “jump” before hoisting Dennis into his arms with only a light grunt. Dennis giggles, delighted as Robby turns him and starts to walk forward, burning his face in Dennis’s neck and biting meanly, beard scratching at the sensitive skin just above his collarbone.
As they reach the bedroom, Robby launches Dennis toward the bed, watching the smaller man bounce as his chest heaves. Dennis stares right back at him, grinning like he just won the fucking lottery as he eases himself up on his elbows. Robby stares at him with dark eyes, before taking his scrub top and undershirt off and tossing it uncerimoniously on the floor.
“Such a naughty boy, telling me about all of your fucking conquests, you want a real daddy to breed you, baby?” Robby speaks low and dirty as he crawls his way up Dennis’s body, watching the way his pretty blue eyes flutter at his words.
Dennis surges up to capture Robby's lips in a kiss, wrapping his arms loosely around Robby's neck as he settles in on his elbows. Dennis gasps into Robby’s mouth as Robby slots a knee between his legs, his warm thigh putting firm pressure on his cunt, which causes his hips to buck and start a slow grind. His fingernails catch on Robby’s shoulders as he drags them down to his chest, dragging through the thick hair. Robby pulls away, catching Dennis’s bottom lip in a harsh bite, and watching in satisfaction as it pops back all red and swollen.
“We’ll see if you can even keep up, old man,” Dennis taunts as he continues to grind against Robby’s leg. He can feel his cunt slide against the layers, close to soaking through his scrubs as Robby kisses and bites his way down Dennis’s neck, one hand snaking under Dennis’s shirt and pushing the fabric up.
Dennis squirms, arms coming down to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere so Robby can continue his path downwards. Dennis takes the time to admire as much of Robby’s form as he can, mouth watering at the sight of all of the hair on his body, the splattering of tattoos, new and old, on his arms, and the outline of his cock straining against the zipper.
Robby lets out a warning grunt, taking one of Dennis’s nipples into his mouth and biting down meanly, causing Dennis to arch his back into the touch. Robby brings both hands up to Dennis’s perky little tits, broad hands kneading the flesh as he sucks a deep bruise right above Dennis’s heart.
Dennis then decides to take action, wrapping his legs around Robby’s waist and using all of his core strength to flip their positions. He laughs lightly as Robby lets out a small, disoriented oof, though he's only met with hunger in Robby's deep brown eyes. Dennis shoves the man back so he’s sitting with his back against the pillows and headboard, before sitting himself in Robby’s lap, continuing his ministrations from earlier on Robby's cock.
Robby groans, fingers gripping Dennis’s waist hard enough to leave bruises as he guides and pushes Dennis against himself. Dennis takes the new position in stride, running his hands all over Robby's chest and stomach before ducking his head to kiss down Robby’s neck, leaving his own little bruises against his pale skin. He has to strain himself as he works lower, his mouth gravitating absentmindedly towards Robby’s armpits. He licks at the damp hair there, greedily inhaling the scent of a too-long shift in July as he groans his appreciation loudly, grinding his cunt down just a little harder as his cock throbs against Robby.
“Fuck, you're a dirty little thing,” Robby degrades, raising his arm higher to give Dennis more access while taking a hand and fisting Dennis’s curls to push him in closer.
Dennis lets out a small whimper at the sharp pain in his scalp, opening his mouth wide to get a mouthful of the salty, chemical taste of the hair there, rubbing his face in it to cover himself in the musk. Robby laughs at him openly, pushing him in harder for a second before he starts to guide Dennis’s head lower. Dennis nips at the sensitive skin along Robby’s ribs, unfolding his body to settle easily between Robby’s spread legs.
“Gonna put that mouth to good use?” Robby grunts as Dennis moves to nuzzle his face against Robby’s bulge, mouth opening obscene and wet to mouth at the fabric. Dennis keeps his eyes wide open, maintaining eye contact as he uses his tongue to locate the button of Robby’s pants before ducking down and unbuttoning them with his teeth. Robby's hips buck absentmindedly at the action, and when he lifts his eyes back up to Robby’s as he takes the zipper down with his teeth, all he finds is pure awe and lust at the action.
Dennis helps Robby drag his pants and boxers down before leaning in once again and inhaling the buildup of smell. He feels a drop of drool leave his mouth as he pants into Robby’s crotch, moving to nose at the older man's balls before beginning to place sweet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Dennis slowly makes his way up towards Robby’s cock, tracing a vein with his tongue before kissing the tip reverently, spreading his spit and letting a little dribble from his mouth to slicken his path. Robbys hand tightens in his hair again, a small warning to get on with it.
Dennis wraps one hand around the base of Robby’s cock, smiling dopily as he presses another kiss to the tip, letting his tongue dart out quickly to catch a bead of precum before he opens his mouth wide and takes him down to his fist. Robby groans at the action, hips thrusting to reach deeper in his mouth. Dennis hums around the weight in his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he starts to bob his head. He removes his hand from around Robby's base, using it to instead massage his balls lightly. Dennis opens his eyes again on his next bob down, slowly moving to take more and more into his mouth and pleading for Robby to help him in his task.
“You want help, baby? Need Daddy to fuck your mouth and force you to fit it all?” Robby asks, starting to grind his hips up into the wet heat. Dennis’s eyelids flutter as he relaxes his throat, breathing deep through his nose as every push of his head and thrust of Robby’s hips allows him to go just a little bit further. Dennis moans around Robby's length as he feels the tip pop past the tight ring of muscle in the back of his throat, urging him to continue.
“Fuck, such a good little cock sucker, no wonder you have everyone leaving their partners for you,” Robby states breathlessly. Dennis lets himself go slack in his grip, letting his hands fall to the tops of Robby's thighs as Robby works his head over his cock.
Dennis takes another deep breath in through his nose, and at that moment, he forces Dennis’s head down to the hilt. Dennis gags around his cock, tears pooling in his lash line as he tries to breathe through it. His nose is buried in Robby's wiry pubes, mouth stretched wide as Robby forces him to stay there. Despite his throat's protests, Dennis would be content to die there, due to a lack of oxygen, because his mouth was full of Robby’s cock. Just as spots start to dance around Dennis’s vision, Robby eases Dennis off, watching with a smirk as Dennis coughs and gasps for air.
“Such a good boy for me, thank you, baby,” Robby says, thumb brushing the tears from Dennis’s cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. Dennis smiles at him softly, moving his face up to catch Robby’s thumb in his mouth and lick away his own tears. Dennis starts to squirm under the attention, his hips searching for friction as he stares at Robby starry-eyed.
“So turned on just from smelling me like a dog and choking on my cock?” Robby laughs, dragging his hand out of Dennis’s mouth and smearing his spit down his body. He groans as he gropes Dennis’s chest, using the leftover spit to slicken the glide around one of his nipples, “Such pretty little tits, how bout you strip out of those pants and get on all fours for me, baby?”
Dennis scrambles to comply, willing his legs to work as he pushes his scrub bottoms off. He doesn't get very far on his way to his knees, however, as Robby is pushing him forward and wrapping his wrists in one hand as he spots the light blue lace panties he wore all shift in hopes of this moment. He giggles and shakes his ass slightly, arching his back and presenting his wet cunt to Robby.
“You put this on for me, baby?” Robby asks as he traces over the tiny bow that sits right above Dennis’s asscrack.
“Wanted to look pretty for you, Daddy,” Dennis replies earnestly, cursing the fact that he can't see Robby’s reaction to his present as he intended.
“Fucking beautiful baby,” Robby groans, releasing Dennis’s wrist so he can take his broad hands and paw at the meaty flesh. He drags his palms over the delicate fabric reverently, admiring Dennis’s perky ass and resisting the urge to grind against it, visions of ruining his pretty panties further with his cum making him groan. Dennis presses his ass back, trying to chase Robby's cock, and gets rewarded for his efforts with a sharp smack to the meat of his ass.
“Shit,” Dennis whimpers, pressing his hips back as soon as he regains his senses from that sharp, white-hot pleasure, “again, please, Daddy?”
“You want me to turn your pretty little ass red, baby?” Robby asks, scratching his fingers over Dennis’s bottom, nails catching in the threads as the boy squirms, nodding his consent. Robby doesn't hesitate, beginning to layer forceful spanks against his ass in the same spot, humming in satisfaction when the sensitive skin there begins to bloom red in the shape of his handprint.
Dennis can’t help but press his ass back into the contact, hips shakily moving back into place after Robby knocks him forward, now changing the angle of his hit,s causing Dennis to release small breathless sounds after every smack. He belatedly considers what would happen if Noelle were standing outside, listening to the obscene noises and the loud slap of skin on skin on shin, after a particularly harsh smack. Dennis loses his balance, his arms giving out from under him as his chest collides with the bed. Robby gives him no reprieve, only nudging his knees apart further.
“Gonna make you remember me for weeks while I'm gone, won't be able to sit down cause youre so sore,” Robby rambles to himself, starting to trail his hits down Dennis’s thighs. Dennis nods his agreement into the sheets, gasping and drooling all over the soft fabric. He can feel pressure behind his eyes, tears falling easily as his nose gets all clogged up with snot.
It only takes one ill-timed movement for Dennis to let out a guttural moan, Robby spanking over his cunt hard, fingertips sending stinging pleasure through his swollen clit that makes his hips jerk forcefully.
“Ohmygod, Daddy,” Dennis sobs, trying to arch his back further to give the older man more access.
“Of course you’d like that, slut,” Robby laughs at him, rubbing his cunt harshly through the fabric before spanking three times in quick succession, aiming his palm over his hole so his fingers graze over his clit with every slap.
“Mm, feels so good, Daddy, please,” Dennis begs without really knowing what he's asking for, only to be rewarded with a harsh smack to his throbbing tdick. He feels his hole clench around nothing, the sensitive skin rapidly becoming swollen with blood.
“Look at your pretty little cunt, just begging to be filled,” Robby states in awe while pulling Dennis’s panties to the side. He drags his fingers through the slick, bringing it to his mouth for a quick taste. Robby groans and hits his cunt bare, “Taste so good, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Dennis mumbles, rubbing his face against the mattress, trying to clear the tears and snot off of his face. He feels the bed dip behind him, whimpering loudly when he feels the hot press of Robby’s cock against his swollen folds. He tries to roll into the contact, attempting to get the man to push inside and take.
“Such a sweet boy,” Robby groans, “so fucking wet for Daddy, you think you can take me right now? Pretty little slut like you must be loose.”
Dennis moans at the words, nodding despite them both knowing it’s probably not the safest practice, Robby’s so fucking big, but god, how he wants to walk with a limp for a week after this encounter. Dennis sniffles, “Please, Daddy, need you.”
“Shh, baby, Daddy’s got you,” Robby placates, moving one hand to still Dennis’s hips, and taking the other to grasp and guide his cock to line up with Dennis’s swollen hole. Dennis gasps as he feels the tip catch against his entrance, the stretch almost sharp as he's caught between trying to pull away and wanting to push back.
“S’big, won't fit,” Dennis mumbles, shaking his head as his legs shake and his fingers clench in the sheets.
Robby hushes him again, rocking slightly and bullying his way inside of the boy, “Don’t worry.”
Dennis feels his hips shifting with a mind of their own, caught between the pain-pleasure of Robby forcing himself inside. His cunt is already sore, ass and thighs burning from Robby’s hands and the effort of keeping himself upright. He scrunches his face, trying to fumble one of his hands down to his neglected clit to help the slide. He gets a few clumsy circles in before he feels Robby’s thighs meeting his, the bottom of his stomach colliding with his ass as he bottoms out. Dennis lets out a low, satisfied moan, head rushing with the knowledge that Robby was able to fit himself all the way.
“Knew you could do it, baby, fuck,” Robby groans, thumbs stroking idly against Dennis’s back. Dennis nods, his hips jerking forward because of his own mnistrations on his clit, he hurries to push himself back against Robby’s dick, chasing the too full feeling brainlessly.
“M’good?” Dennis asks, pressing his hips back against Robby and blinking his eyes open blearily, trying to crane his neck back in search of praise.
“Perfect baby, so thoughtful,” Robby smiles, leaning over to press a soft kiss at the base of Dennis’s neck. The angle allows him to start softly thrusting, working Dennis open further as the younger man starts to become boneless.
“Please, Daddy,” Dennis repeats, squirming under Robby’s weight. He pants at the slow movement, the soft squelch of his cunt echoing through Robby’s bedroom.
“Tell Daddy what you need, baby,” Robby coos into Dennis’s ear. He scratches his beard across the reddened skin of the smaller man's neck, sucking small hickeys there in between puffs of breath. Robby scratches his nails down Dennis’s sides, watching in amusement as he squirms and keens high in his throat at the action.
“More,” Dennis stumbles out, pressing his ass back against Robby’s stomach with as much strength as he can manage. His entire body is starting to get tingly, tongue fattened and clumsy as his mind drifts somewhere else.
“More what sweet thing?” Robby teases, slowing this thrust into a tantalizing grind, tip nudging against Denni’s cervix with every slow roll of his hips. He laughs at Dennis’s whine, “You think you can handle more? Already cockdrunk and brainless, and we’ve barely started.”
“Please, please, Daddy,” Dennis huffs, frustrated, tears leaking from his eyes as his chest heaves, “I can take it, please.”
Robby stills his whole body, placing a sweet kiss on the back of Dennis’s head. He smiles in satisfaction at the small, dejected sounds leaving Denis’s lips, letting the younger man think he won't get what he wants before he hoists his boneless body upright, thrusting up into his cunt with a force that makes a loud clap every time their hips meet. He braces one arm against Dennis’s chest, hand wrapping possessively around the base of his throat for leverage while the other reaches around his front and rubs tight circles on his clit as the younger man babbles his praise.
Dennis feels like his soul is leaving his body, blissfully unaware of the little ‘yes, thank you, thank you’s’ and ‘Daddy’s’ tumbling out of his slack jaw as he leans his head back. His hands grasp at Robby’s arm at the base of his throat, fingernails digging in hard enough to raise little pink lines as he tries to push Robby’s hand higher. Robby grunts loudly with each thrust in, beard scratching against Dennis’s shoulder as he nips at the boy's throat.
“Like that, baby? Is that what you wanted?” Robby speaks low and controlled, hiding how affected he really is by the feeling of Dennis’s wet cunt squeezing the fucking life out of him. Dennis is cut off from his little ‘mhmm’ with a gasp as Robby moves his hand just a few inches higher, fingers pressing against his carotid on both sides. He can feel the fast thump tha- thump, of Dennis’s heartbeat as he chokes him, feeling a surge of possessiveness at the boy being so pliant underneath him.
“Such a fucking slut, letting Daddy choke you like this, letting me fuck you raw,” Robby groans as he feels Dennis clech around him, walls fluttering from the rough treatment and the blissful fuzzy feeling from the lack of blood and hairflow to his head. Robby removes the pressure from his neck, laughing cruelly as Dennis’s head lolls forward without the support.
“Needed it so bad, Daddy, been wantin’ you f’forever,” Dennis babbles, eyes fluttering uselessly as he lets himself be moved like a ragdoll. He can't stop any of the noises leaving him at this point, too fucked out to even be embarrassed by them.
“I bet you have this all planned out, clever boy, waited so patiently until you knew it would work,” Robby responds easily, riding the high of feeling needed by someone as perfect as Dennis.
“Uh-huh,” Dennis responds eagerly, drool spilling from his lips as he smiles dopily, “knew you’d be perfect, just what I wanted, imagined.”
Robby groans at that admission, grabbing at Dennis’s throat again, “Fucking slut, I bet you would like it if she came in here, huh?” Dennis nods, punched out ‘ah, ah, ah’s’ leaving his lips to the time of tubbys thrusts. He tries to grind himself into Robby’s hand, chasing his release eagerly.
“Want her to know I’m better,” Dennis stutters out between moans, “Need her to see it, know I took you from her.”
“I'll take a picture,” Robby says cruelly, stomach churning at the knowledge, thrusts growing sharper as he runs over the scenario, “Maybe I'll take a video when we're done, show of your bruised ass as I pull out, show her your puffy little hole leaking with my cum.”
“Fuck, m’close,” Dennis whines, eyes twisting shut as he imagines it, “want your cum, Daddy.”
“You’ll get it, baby,” Robby promises. He starts to ramble, stomach clenching as he tries to hold off his release. “Slut like you just needs your Daddy’s cum to feel satiated, huh?”
“Please, Daddy, you don’t even have to pull out, jus’ stay inside and fuck me awake in the morning,” Dennis begs, voice climbing higher as he gets closer.
“Want your pretty little hole stuffed full? I’m sure I have a plug somewhere, keep you full all the time,” Robby grunts through the sentence, “You gotta cum for Daddy, baby, then I'll give you your reward.”
Dennis babbles, slurring ‘pleases’ and calls of ‘Daddy’ together. He feels the pressure of Robby’s calloused fingertips press harder on his sore clit, the dull ache and stimulation culminating as his whole body tenses. He feels a splash of liquid leaving his cunt through the pleasure, body lighting up in tingles as Robby lets him fall toward the bed, caging him in with his arms as he chases his own release.
“Perfect baby, squirting all over my dick like a good whore,” Robby groans, voice becoming breathless as he uses Dennis’s fucked-out body. “I'm gonna cum in you, baby, make you mine, right up against your cervix so it takes.”
“Please, Daddy, I wanna be a Daddy too,” Dennis mumbles, barely audible from the way his face is smushed against the bed. Robby can't hold himself back; he shoves himself as far as he can reach into Dennis’s hole, moaning loudly when he feels the tip of his dick hit Dennis’s cervix as he cums. His hips move on their own, trying to grind his cum into the boy's womb, make him a daddy, too.
“Thank you, thank you, Daddy,” Dennis babbles, small moans leaving his mouth as he tries to help Robby’s efforts. Robby runs his hands along the boy's form as his dick starts to soften. He tries to subtilly glance around, searching for his pants where he's pretty sure his phone was left.
He finds that they're shoved half-haphazardly towards the edge of the bed, and he manages to reach for it, grabbing his phone out of the pocket and opening the camera app easily. He starts with one picture, the lens focused on the bruises forming, he winces when the flash goes off, opening his mouth to stumble out an apology, before Dennis giggles bright and loud.
“You sendin’ those to Noelle, or jus’ keepin' for later,” Dennis says, smiling dopily as he clumsily turns his head, blinking his eyes into focus. He wiggles his hips, laughing again as Robby lets out a soft hiss.
“That's for me to know, and you to never find out,” Robby states, grabbing a fistful of Dennis’s ass as he begins to record himself pulling out.
It's an obscene video, hick cock obviously covered in cum as he pulls out, then he spreads open Dennis’s abused cunt with his thumb, letting his cum drip out for a second before he pushes it back in, capturing Dennis’s pained whines as he tries to squirm away. Robby hooks his thumb and scoops his cum out, spreading it over Dennis’s puffy lips and twitching clit as the boy jerks and begs for ‘no more.’ Robby relents then, turning his phone off and dragging his hand away.
He flips Dennis over, moving the boy’s body so he's better oriented against the pillows. He presses a kiss to the boy's forehead, lowering his voice to a whisper as he can tell the boy is seconds from dozing, “You can sleep, baby, Daddy’s gonna clean you up.”
Dennis nods, breath already slowing as Robby peels himself away, padding quietly to the ensuite bathroom to grab a washcloth. He wipes himself down first with the cold water, then lets the cloth soak in the warm water as he throws a pair of boxers on and grabs a pair of boxers and a shirt for Dennis. He wrings out the washcloth with a yawn, moving through the motions of cleaning and dressing Dennis languidly. He throws the washcloth on the floor, too bothered to deal with it tonight, before he plops down in the bed with a light groan, sleep taking him easily for the first time in months.
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When Robby wakes up, he almost thinks that last night was a dream. There is no sign that another person was in his bed, and he almost figures that his body is trying to drive him crazy before he even really gets to start his sabbatical. He sits up blearily, palm searching for his glasses before his fingers catch on a piece of paper thathe does not remember leaving there. He hurries to settle his glasses on his face, clutching the piece of paper in his hands as he squints his eyes.
Break up with your girlfriend, call me xxx-xxx-xxxx D.W.
Robby laughs manically, scrubbing a hand across his face before he reaches for his phone. He has about a dozen missed calls and texts from Noelle, and he curses before he remembers the last part of last night. Well, he said I could, he thinks, and sends the evidence for last night to Noelle before putting his phone on silent. He carefully creates a contact for Dennis, sending him the pictures and videos as well before dropping his phone on the charger, and beginning his day.