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Robby is well aware of the fact that his third beer was the beer that made him too honest.
In his defense, it was just supposed to be a quick drink after work. There was a kinda shitty bar that he and Dennis liked well enough. It was close enough to Robby’s house that they could stop in, grab a beer or two, and then continue their walk home without much fuss. A pitiful excuse for a date night, but they liked it.
Then tonight, for some reason, Dennis decided to branch out and order something new. Unsurprisingly, it was not to Dennis' tastes. Robby could have told him that, but he had been set on it. So Robby's sensible one-and-a-half, maybe two beers had become three. It didn't help his case that the surprise beer APV was more than the first two combined.
Because now he was sat on the bench in his shower, naked and a little drunk, trying his best not to make an absolute fool of himself.
Okay, he wouldn’t say he was drunk, exactly. Could probably pass a field sobriety test if he really needed to, but he definitely was not sober. The cool stone of his shower bench was cutting through the steamy heat of the air, creating a mixture of sensations that wasn't helping in the effort to stay normal.
Which was becoming harder and harder by the second as there was nowhere else to look but at Dennis, beautiful and naked and perfectly relaxed Dennis, showering in front of him. And all Robby could do, all he had been doing since the water had turned on was stare at him, watching him wash himself like a pervert.
How could he not when he was getting a free show of just how comfortable his handsome boy was in his shower?
Dennis moved around little glass room with a familiarity, washing his hair with the shampoo that had been bought just for him, scrubbing away the adhesive residue that his binding tape had left with the soap that he had picked out after asking Robby what scent he liked the most, delicate skin still a little red as he moved on to shave his face with the only razor in the shower. His razor. Dennis’s razor because Dennis liked to shave while his conditioner sat in his hair so he had started keeping a razor in Robby’s shower.
Robby's hands were loose in his lap, attempting to cover up the fact that he was half hard just from sitting here watching him go about his business.
Watching the way he didn't seem to stop moving, shifting his weight from foot to foot absentmindedly. The way his muscles flexed and moved under his heat-flushed skin as he rubbed shaving cream across his jaw, seemingly none the wiser to the fact that he was being oogled.
He just had such lovely hips.
Perfect hips, one could say. They were strong, toned muscles that flexed whenever he moved, but they still had a softness to them, a give when Robby touched them.
And god Robby loved touching them. Loved using them like handles to move him where Robby wanted him to be or simply holding onto them to keep him in place. Squeezing them until there were splotchy red marks in the shapes of finger prints on his skin that would morph into soft purple bruises that would linger for days. How they fit so perfectly against Robby’s body when they kissed, or when they were tangled in bed together, when he was inside of him. Like they were made to go there.
They would probably feel just as good the other way around. It used to be once in a blue moon that he got an inch under his skin to have someone fuck him, the need tending to disappear just as soon as it arrived, but it kept popping into his head more and more often now that he and Dennis started seeing each other. Which was funny, to him and no one else probably, as Dennis did in fact not have a dick.
Well he did have a dick, a very lovely dick in Robby’s option but it was safely tucked between his legs at the moment, hidden away by plush lips and soft, light brown hair that he was finally allowing to grow out. A dick that, as much as Robby enjoyed, was not really designed to go fuck anything. So his mind would sometimes just supply him with images of a dick that could do that. Like right in this moment.
His hips would look so fucking good with a cock.
“Whacha thinking ‘bout over there?”
He slowly blinked out of his horny daydreams to see Dennis catching his eye through his little mirror as he dragged the razor across his cheek in slow, smooth strokes.
“...You don't wanna know.” It was frankly embarrassing how quickly a look from Dennis made him clam up like he was a shy, awkward high schooler again. The almost stifling heat of the water, his drunk daydreaming and the steady buzz he was settling into weren't helping matters.
After one last pass of the razor, he tucked his head under the spray to wash away the remnants of shaving cream from his cheeks. He was almost done, and Robby hadn't so much as thought about touching his shampoo.
“Why not?”
“Because it's crass. And you’ll get embarrassed.”
“Well, now you gotta tell me.” Dennis chuffed out a laugh.
Robby sighed loudly and let his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed as if that would save him from the potential embarrassment. “...was just thinking about how your hips would feel fucking me.”
Dennis breathed in sharply. Which wasn't a great choice as he was still under the showerhead and promptly took in a mouthful of water.
“Told you.”
It took him a moment to recover, sputtering and spitting water before going quiet. When Robby finally opened his eyes again, Dennis was staring back at him with a soft expression that he couldn't quite read.
“You’re drunk.” He says it like Robby just told him a joke, snorting out an awkward little laugh as he turns back around, ducking his head under the water. His mouth was closed this time and he had stopped moving around, standing stiffly under the spray.
“Not really.” Robby says honestly cause he wasn’t really. Well actually—“Okay a little, but I have thought about it sober too. I just haven't told you about it.”
Dennis doesn't turn around. He keeps running his finger through his wet bangs, pulling them up and away from his eyes but refusing to step out for the water. After a minute he shifts ever so slightly, just enough so his ears aren’t under water and he could hear whatever stupid thought popped into Robby's head and made its way down to his mouth.
Against his better judgment, Robby opened his mouth again, “I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, but you asked me what I was thinking and that was the thought. You and your very lovely hips.”
He didn't say anything about the hip’s comment, but Robby could see the way the corner of his mouth quirked ever so slightly, like he couldnt decide whether or not he wanted to smile. There was another slight shift of his body, this time just enough that Dennis could actually look at him from the corner of his eye. “I'm not uncomfortable.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I am not uncomfortable!” He insists again, finally turning to look at Robby dead on, “It was just…wasn't what I was expecting you to say.”
“What were you expecting me to say?”
“I dunno! Just not…that…”
“Would that be something you're into? Fucking me?”
Dennis sucks in another tight breath and tries to look away, but Robby gently follows his gaze. It was like he was trying to hide, even though Robby was quite literally looking right at him.
“I—Maybe? I don’t really—I have never really tried it. I mean, I’ve never even really fingered anyone but myself before. In a sexual context, I mean. Not to say that I don’t want to, fuck you. I want to fuck you if that’s is something you want me to do, I just—if you haven't noticed, I don’t exactly have the equipment for that sorta thing—”
“Could get you equipment.” Robby shrugged. A feeble attempt to get him to stop spiraling by distracting him with the stupidest thing he was worried about, “There are whole websites dedicated to that stuff, baby. You can get whatever dick your heart desires.”
He made another face that Robby couldn't quite read, almost inquisitive but then he smiled and started to giggle, “...Oh my god, you are so drunk.”
“I’m not ‘so drunk!’ I am a little drunk!” Robby argued back, but that only made Dennis laugh harder, his nose scrunching up, “Which is, in fact, your fault. So I don’t know why you’re fucking laughing at me.”
“Oh, it's my fault?” Dennis gasped dramatically as he turned the water off. Probably for the best, Robby had no intention of standing up anytime soon. He nodded, a smug smile spreading across his face as Dennis stepped towards him.
“Completely your fault.” Robby echoed as Dennis stared down at him with a playful little smile, just out of reach, “First, you order the stout, the one I have told you that you wouldn’t like, trick me into getting drunk—”
“Trick you? You could have just not drank the beer!”
There was no use hiding the fact that he was hard at this point so Robby gave up, instead of reaching up to grab onto Dennis' hips now that they were in his reach. He presses his fingers into the bones of his pelvis until the man shudders and then soothingly rubs his thumb back and forth along the ridge of the bone under the shower-warm, soft skin.
He pulls him forward, encouraging him to keep moving closer, until he is standing in the space between Robby's spread legs. As soon as he's within reach, Robby leans down and presses a lingering kiss against his stomach just above his belly button.
“And then you have the gall to stand in front of me, all naked and sexy and touching yourself, showing off to me while you shower—”
Dennis scoffed and rolled his eyes, which only spurred Robby further. “Oh, so that’s funny?”
Another tug, another half step forward, another kiss this time to his sternum, and Dennis has nowhere to go but into Robby’s lap. Which he does, without complaint. Robby kept his grip firm just in case he loses his footing as he settles down, their chests pressing together. Dennis draped his arms over Robby's shoulders, leaning in close enough that their noses almost touched.
“You really want me to fuck you? Like, actually?” He says once he settles, leaning in closer, voice barely above a whisper. Almost like it was a secret. As if they weren't the two of them, alone together, in the privacy of Robby's shower, “Cause if you're only saying that cause you think that's something I need, I don’t. I am more than happy with everything we do.”
Robby reached up to cradle the side of Dennis's neck, thumb rubbing his freshly shaved cheek before tucking it under his jawbone. “If I didn't want that, I wouldn't have brought it up, and I want you to fuck me.”
Dennis takes a deep, stuttering breath, dropping his head onto Robby's shoulder, before finally mumbling into his skin, “...Can you say it again. Please.”
“I really, really want you to fuck me,” Robby hums and slides a hand up Dennis's back, tangling his fingers in Dennis's warm, wet curls and gripping them firmly, just how he likes. The other hand slides down his handsome hips to cup his ass, pulling their body in closer, trapping Robby's hard cock between their bodies. “All night, all I have been thinking about is what it would feel like. What your hips would feel like pressed up against mine, stretching me out, making me take your cock—”
“Jesusfuckingchrist.” Dennis pressed his head down into Robby’s collarbone hard enough for it to hurt before darting up to press their mouths together, rough and dirty.
There was very little talking after that. Not when they couldn't seem to stop kissing long enough to say anything and grinding up against each other like teenagers until they managed to coordinate their bodies enough for Robby to get his cock inside of him. The next day Robby woke up feeling like a petrified sponge with a raging headache and a crick in his neck that annoyed the ever loving shit out of him for almost a day and a half but it was worth it.
They didn't talk about it for a bit after that. Not that they were avoiding it, per se, Robby didn't think. It just hadn't come up. Purposefully.
Dennis was kinda like that with sex, he was noticing. He was like that with a lot of things actually, but sex was where it was the easiest to see. New things, things he hadn't done before, needed some time to marinate.
It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily—just a thing. A Dennis thing.
So he waits. Waits for Dennis to collect all of his thoughts and circle back to him.
It takes two weeks, but it’s worth it when he gets a text with a link to a sex toy website, exactly five minutes after he walked through his door, half asleep after staying way too late to help with a 12-car pile-up that had happened right at shift change.
Dennis would have come home with him if he didn't have a double tonight. He barely had the chance to wish him good luck on the rest of his shift before Ellis was dragging him to show him whatever strange injury she had found in chairs that night.
He puts his info into the website and checks out, much to Dennis's dismay, who tries to offer to cover half, which Robby is having none of. And next Thursday, just as the website said, there was a package sitting on his stoop.
“Did you open it?” Dennis asked quietly as the two of them were shuffling up Robby's walk days later, half dead after work. They both have the day off tomorrow and nothing to do but be lazy and spend time together. Robby was so relieved he felt like he could cry. “The package, I mean.”
“Uh, no. No, I didn't. I thought you would wanna open it.” Dennis made a pleased little sound as Robby slides his key in the lock. “It is your dick after all. I am really the middle man in all of this.”
Arms wrapped around Robby's waist, stopping him from turning the key. Robby was still wearing his backpack, so it's more awkward than normal, but the sentiment is the same as Dennis' hands sliding under his jacket.
“Can we open it tomorrow? I don't wanna have to think about anything but going to sleep.”
Robby nodded and finished unlocking his front door, and the two of them shuffled in and began unloading their day. The hall light flicked on, and bags were dropped by the door. The two of them trudged down the hall, fingers brushing as they walked, both too tired to do anything but strip down to their boxers and crawl into bed, passing out as soon as their heads hit the pillow, tangled up together.
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Robby wakes up the next morning alone in bed, but that wasn’t all that uncommon nowadays. Dennis, even without an alarm, is up before the sun most days.
He moved slowly, checking his phone to make sure the hospital didn’t explode while he was asleep, pulled on sweatpants and started to shuffle his way down the hall following the noises coming from the kitchen.
Dennis was parked at the stove, a pan sizzling in front of him as he sipped coffee. He was in a pair of shorts he liked to wear around the house, threadbare and just on the side of too loose, the drawstring having to be pulled tight to keep them on his hip. He was also wearing a shirt, one of Robby’s old PTMC charity run t-shirts that had roughly cut armholes that reached down to the bottom of his ribs.
The picture of familiarity. Acting like he owned the fucking place. Like he lived here.
A familiar, possessive feeling bloomed hot in Robby's gut.
“Eggs?”
Robby shook his head as he shuffled past him to pour his coffee into the mug waiting for him by the coffee maker, taking a panicked sip from the top after he overpoured.
In his defence, he had been distracted halfway though when out of the corner of his eyes he watched Dennis raise his own cup to his mouth, shirt shifting just enough to flash his nipple and still half asleep, Robby had stared for a moment too long.
“Wasn’t a yes or no question.” Dennis says matter-of-factly, but Robby could see the way he was smiling as he turned back to actually look at him, “How would you like your eggs cooked?”
“Whatever way you made ‘em” Robby took another sip of coffee, coming up beside him, “…if I must.”
“You must. These are yours, then. Get yourself a fork.”
One flip of the pan and he was handed a plate with a slightly lopsided omelet. Robby mumbles a thank you and leans down for what he intended to be a quick peck of appreciation.
Dennis chased after him for another, as he did with most kisses, never happy with just one. And then there was another peck and another right after that. The last one was when the switch seemed to flip.
Neither of them had brushed their teeth, and both of their hands were full of coffee and plates, but they were kissing like they hadn't seen each other in days. Dennis's free hand reached out and grabbed the small of his back, pulling their bodies closer.
In one fluid motion the mug in Denis' hand was suddenly on the counter top and the stove clicked off as Dennis took a step forward, directing all of his attention at Robby. His now free hand grabbed the elastic of Robbie's sweats and tugged at it, wordlessly directed him to start moving backwards until they were pressing up against the opposite counter. The plate was taken from his hand, as was his mug, and placed somewhere behind him as Dennis pushed him against the edge, trapping him there so he could kiss him more insistantly.
That was when Dennis decided to grab his ass.
Dennis was getting so much more confident than when they first met, with flashes of it appearing more and more these days. And Robby was more than happy to admit, in the safety of his own mind, that it was really fucking hot.
Dennis pulled away enough to speak, “Say it again. If you want—I want to hear you say it again.”
Robby blinks at him. The coffee hadn't kicked in yet, and his brain was moving at a snail's pace, but he didn't think Dennis meant his back talk about breakfast.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
“I really want you to fuck me with your pretty new dick.” Robby is barely able to mutter the sentence out before Dennis kisses him again, just as passionately as before. Robby reached out and grabbed his hips while Dennis's hands were everywhere. Gripping his face, sliding under his shirt, scratching up and down his back, before sliding down to grab his ass again, harder this time.
Only when there was no oxygen left between them did they break apart, panting, mere inches away from each other.
“Okay, so we are gonna eat. Then, you are gonna shower and do whatever you need to do, and then we are gonna…” Dennis' voice trailed off before he cleared his throat and licked his lips, letting what wasn't being said hang in the air. “That sound good? To you?”
“Sounds great.”
“A-mazing.”
Robby leaned down for one more kiss because he was greedy. And Dennis gave him another because he was just as, if not more, greedy than he was.
“I am not fucking you on an empty stomach,” Dennis growled out playfully as he grabbed Robby's jaw and held his face in place. He sounded like he was saying it to himself as much as he was to Robby, even though they kissed again anyway.
With a playful swat on the cheek, Dennis stepped back towards the stove, pointing to Robby’s plate, “Eat.”
Dennis makes his own eggs, and they eat standing next to each other at the counter, making quiet conversation between bites. As soon as Robby had taken his last bite, his plate was whisked away, and he was ushered out of the kitchen before he could even offer to help with the dishes.
His shower was efficient and thorough as he scrubbed himself until his skin tingled and worked himself open enough to make sure he was clean. When he walked back into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, he found Dennis already sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly into the middle distance and chewing on his thumbnail.
For a split second, Robby could see nothing but worry written all over his face. Then he blinked rapidly and met Robby's gaze, and his face split into a dorky grin, “Hey.”
Robby snorted, “Hey, yourself.”
Dennis was up off the bed before he was even halfway into the room, grabbing onto his hips and turning them both around, pushing him towards the bed before Robby could even put up a fight. As if he would. He lands with a huff and is pushed upwards towards the pillows, all the while staring at him, eyes already dilating. Robby on the bed seemed to open the floodgates as Dennis crawled on top of him, shoving them both up against the headboard, and he started to kiss him like a man starved.
Robby wrapped his arm around his shoulder, gliding his hand down the back of his sleep shirt to pull him in closer. Tangling his fingers into Dennis's hair, kissing him back just as desperately. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss as they licked the inside of each other's mouths. His mouth was mintier than it was at breakfast.
Always such a gentleman.
Robby's heart swelled as he relaxed a little, letting Dennis take the lead. As if he could get closer, he pressed his full weight on top of him, slotting one of his legs firmly between Robby’s legs, running a hand up and down his chest, palming his pec before settling on his ribs, cradling his head in the other hand.
Dennis nips at his bottom lip as he pulls his leg forward, knee pressing against his pelvis. And pressing against Robby’s cock, still half-hard from touching himself in the shower. Robby grunted a little in surprise. The hand on his hip shifted forward to cup his cock through the towel, firmly squeezing it through the textured fabric.
Their mouths finally broke apart as Robby's breath hitched, “Jesus—”
Dennis hummed and pressed a kiss against his jaw, tongue darting out to lick away the droplets of water still caught in his beard. He worked his way upwards, up at nipping at his earlobe. His palm was so warm as he palmed his cock even through the towel that had somehow managed to stay wrapped snuggly around his hips.
All the fervor seemed to bleed out of Dennis as his grip loosened and he gently began to run his fingers up and down his cock, “This okay?”
“You really gotta ask me that?” Robby chuckled and turned his head to kiss him again, but Dennis turned his face away from him, just enough that he couldn’t get to his lips.
“Hey, come back here, I wanna kiss.” Robby craned his neck as Dennis pressed further into his shoulder, pressing an open-mouth kiss against his neck, tongue running along the ridge of his muscle. Robby made a frustrated noise and started to turn his body, indulging whatever little keep-away game Dennis wanted to play, just as Dennis took a deep shuddering breath.
The breath hung in the air for a moment before Dennis spoke, his voice soft and raw, “I don't—I don’t know what to do…what you want me to do, and I don’t wanna fuck this up.”
The honesty in his voice made Robby's chest ache. Gently, he pulled at the curls still between his fingers until Dennis finally let his head be moved, and they could look each other in the eye. They had barely even started, and he already looked fucked out.
His pupils were blown wide, his iris just a thin blue ring as he blinked slowly, suddenly trying to avoid looking Robby directly in the eye. His whole face was now flushed the same shade of red as his ears, maybe even redder.
“You want me to walk you through it?” Robby asks genuinely before he starts smiling, “I have been told I am a very good teacher.”
They stare at each other for a moment before Dennis's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a whine of embarrassment, “Oh god, you can't just say shit like that.”
“Why? Cause you like it?”
“Yeah, Obviously! ” Dennis squeaked as he tucked his face back into Robby's neck.
The next thing he said, after what felt like an hour of the two of them just lying there together with his hands just resting on Robby's half-hard cock, came out as a whine, “...I just wanna make you feel good. Will you teach me how to do that…Please?”
It wasn't a new thing, the teaching kink. Some people may even say that it's an integral part of their relationship. Honestly, Robby couldn’t argue with them, but it was something that only appeared in flashes, small bursts that didn't linger for very long.
Dennis had said once that it was because he was worried it would bleed into work, and he didn't want that, which Robby understood. That was also something he thought about. “Besides, it's embarrassing," he had said once. Robby's brilliant follow-up to that had been “Yeah, but you like that,” which had not gone over particularly well, leading to a heated argument that tapered off into a surprisingly in-depth conversation about Dennis' humiliation kink that he hadn't realized he had.
It had also made excruciatingly clear, on that occasion and others, that if it did in fact bleed into work or if he started getting ‘special treatment’ in any way, shape, or form, Robby would never see him naked ever again.
So they had agreed that they would indulge in this kink at Dennis discretion.
Robby chuckled softly at Dennis sweet little whine and combed his hand through the boy's hair with one hand, “Okay, baby, I’ll teach you. Undo my towel for me?”
Finally given an instruction, Dennis hand darted up and tugged at the folds of the towel until it came undone, freeing his cock from the rough material and leaving it twitching against his stomach.
While he did that, Robby reached over to the nightstand, rooting through his drawer for the bottle of lube that he had stashed before his shower. Dennis's hand hovered above him, unsure for a moment before ultimately landing on his thigh.
Robby tutted as he grabbed the man's wrist, pulling his hand up and flipping his palm as he popped the cap, squeezing a dollop onto his fingers. Gently, he rearranged their hands so that their fingers were lined up before slowly squeezing both of their hands into a fist, the lube making a squelching noise as it was squeezed in his Dennis palm.
Dennis' hands weren’t dainty by any means, but the way his hand fit so perfectly in Robby's fist activated something primal in his brain. It took almost no force to begin to guide it back down onto his cock, “Well, I hope that I don't have to teach you how to do this part.”
That got him a huffed out little laugh and another kiss pressed against the seam of his beard as he started to drag both of their hands along his cock,“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”
“Good. Nice and slow.” Robby kept his fist firmly wrapped around Dennis’s as he spread the lube up and down his cock, letting himself relax into touch. Dennis nodded and made a small sound of affirmation, just as he would if they were in the ED and Robby were walking him through a procedure.
Before any real pace could be set, Robby pulled their hands downward, smearing lube down his shaft and across his balls as they went. Dennis didn't fight it, letting his hand be guided down until Robby pressed both of their pointer fingers against his hole, rubbing little circles over the pucker
“I already prepped a bit in the shower, but it's hard to get the angle right, so take it slow. I am a little outta practice, so go easy on me, yeah?”
“Right. Okay.” Dennis breathed out, hesitantly pressing the pad of his finger against his rim. Robby pressed down on top of it, forcing him to push his fingertip past the tight ring of muscles.
“There you go,” Robby sighs as he shifts his hips forward, which lets Dennis push deeper inside. He was so pliable, just letting his finger be pushed further and further inside until his sticky palm was pressed right against Robby’s ass.
Robby kept his hand in place, which kept Dennis's hand exactly where he wanted it. His fingers were different from Robby’s, better in some respects, slender and dexterous, well-worn calluses below the bend of each knuckle, always warmer than his ever seemed to be, no matter the weather.
“Can you curl your finger a little tighter?” He asked softly, his words tight in his throat as he adjusted to the intrusion.
The finger inside of him curled ever so gently, making him shudder, “Like this?”
“A little tighter,” Robby breathed out as his request was immediately answered. “Yeah, perfect, just like that. Keep moving it like that.”
The foreign feeling of having fingers that weren't his own inside of him started to bleed away, as did most of the hesitation, as they both relaxed into the motions. Robby let his cheek fall against the top of the head still tucked into his neck, “Fuck, that feels really good, baby.”
“Yeah?” He sounded so focused; it was adorable.
“Oh yeah, so fucking good.” Robby reached with his free hand and took the side of Dennis's head, pulling his eyes away from his task and angling his head so he could kiss him. It quickly turned rough and heated, all spit and teeth gnashing together.
“Want you to give me another one.” He huffed into Dennis’s open mouth when they finally broke apart, “You're gonna pull your finger out and push back in with your middle finger underneath your pointer finger, fingertip pressed on the nailbed. Slow, slower than the first time, and stop halfway in.”
Dennis nodded quickly, nipping at Robby’s lips in lieu of a response. He took a moment before he allowed Dennis to actually pull out of him, making him squirm and his thighs flex where they are bracketing Robby's own.
Robby didn't need to look to feel Dennis do exactly what was asked of him, twisting his fingers and pushing back inside painstakingly slowly until his first knuckle slipped in.
“And out.”
He had already started the motion as soon as Robby spoke. As the tips of his fingers slipped free, Robby gave a sharp nod, and he pressed back in without hesitation.
It shouldn't surprise him anymore, just how obedient Dennis could be with proper instructions, but every time, it still managed to take Robby's breath away.
Every trust of his fingers stopped at the exact spot where Robby had told him to stop, no deeper before pulling back out. The burn of the stretch gave way to pleasure, sending chills racing across his skin and making his cock twitch against his stomach.
“Go deeper next time and stay there,” Robby murmured against Dennis’s lips as his fingers pushed back in. “You are doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Once he was as deep as he could go, his hand stilled. Completely still, except for the fluttering of his pulse. Just as he was told to. Dennis' eyes were skewed shut, and he was panting against Robby's mouth like he was the one who had fingers inside of him.
“We have barely started, and you are so worked up already. How are you gonna make it to the fun part?” Robby teased breathlessly as he kissed him again. Dennis whined pathetically into his mouth.
“Worry about yourself.” Dennis huffed and nipped at his jaw, letting his beard hide any evidence that might be left behind. “I can feel your heavy breathing too, you know.”
“No need for back talk.”
Dennis huffed and pecked another kiss to his lips, “Everything feels good? Not too much?”
“Not enough. Untwist your fingers for me and curl them again, just like you did before.” The stretch of the muscles as Dennis slowly untwisted his fingers made him groan. His hips jumped up as fingers curled inside of him, his head sank further back into the pillows, “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”
The conversation shifts into Robby giving quiet instructions between passionate, open-mouthed kisses.
“Slower. And deeper, as deep as you can go.” “Spread them a little.” “A little more, I can take it.” “Curl them tighter.” “Little upwards.” “Little mor— Fuck. Right there. Stay right there.”
A bolt of electricity ran through his muscles as firm, deft fingers finally pressed against his prostate, making his neglected cock jump and leak against his stomach. After only being able to only graze it with his own fingers, the direct contact was making his toes curl. He couldn't seem to catch his breath as Dennis fingers worked incessantly inside of him until he was letting choked out little ‘mhm’s’ with every exhale.
The overheated body pressed against him like a warm, sweaty blanket wasn’t helping. The tingling heat under Robby’s skin grew hotter and hotter with every touch until it felt like he was going to explode. He hissed as his hand darted up from between his legs so he could wrap it around his cock.
It only took a couple of strokes before he was squeezing the base tightly, his orgasm sneaking up, and him suddenly seconds away from cumming all over himself.
“Oh fuck. Stop, you gotta—”
The hand inside of him went still immediately, and the only reason Dennis didn't pull out of him completely was that Robby was able to move just quickly enough to press it firmly back into place. “Ah-ah-ah!”
Finally, able to take a deep breath, Robby caught Dennis' gaze as he looked at him with big, glassy eyes. “I’m okay, just—didn't want to cum before I got to see you in your lovely new harness.”
“Oh. Oh yeah.” Dennis blinked at him, almost as if he forgot that was part of the plan.
“Would you like to do that?” Robby chuckled.
“You think you're stretched enough? There’s no need to rush anything.” As if to prove his point, he hesitantly spread the fingers tucked inside of him apart. Waiting to be reprimanded.
“Not rushing anything,” Robby grunted and let him get away with the touch as he found his prostate again and stayed there, using a much gentler touch than a moment again “Fuck you are already getting good at this. I don't know why you were worried. You're great with your hands.”
Dennis made a pleased little noise and said something muffled into the side of his neck as he continued with the gentle touches.
“What was that?”
“...When was the last time you did this?”
“Did what? Let someone put their fingers inside of me?”
“Yeah.”
Robby opened his mouth to answer, but at the moment Dennis curled a little tighter, stealing the thought right from his brain. He tried to get it back, but all he could manage was to make a choked-off ‘fuck’ as he leaned deeper into the touch.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Dennis said quietly, taking his lack of speaking as something that it wasn't.
“I was going to, but you are distracting me,” Robby chuckled breathlessly, which bloomed into another soft moan before he could stop it. “Last time someone fingered me? A couple of years ago, maybe. Last time someone touched me like this? Probably never.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I'm serious. I can't remember anyone who has taken such good care of me.” Robby plays with the sweaty curls that was wrapped around his fingers, “You ready to fuck me now?”
Dennis nodded obediently. Finally, he lets the hand between his legs fall away, and Dennis follows, fingers sliding out of him carefully. Robby tried not to focus on the jarring empty feeling that crawled out of his gut as Dennis pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and he shifted off of him, hurriedly wiping his hand on the towel.
“Box is under the bed, by your feet.”
It took a moment for Dennis to pull the box out and a couple more for him to find wherever his jeans had ended up yesterday and retrieve his little multi-tool from his pocket. He carefully cut through the shipping tape and began to unwrap everything, neatly arranging everything at the foot of the bed. Robby couldn't help but smile as, once that was done, he started to intently read through the flimsy little instruction booklet that came with everything.
Robby let the hand that had been loosely wrapped around his cock fall away as he watched all the pretty blush on Dennis' cheeks and throat fade, and the little lines on his forehead grow deeper in concentration.
His eyes darted up for a moment, “Can I just read—”
“Take your time,” Robby said gently. He was just so cute, so earnestly nervous in a way that just makes Robby's chest ache just as much as his dick.
“We really should have opened all of this last night.” He mumbled as he looked over the booklet and down at the harness, and then back down again. “Real fucking mood killer.”
“Moods still alive and well to me,” Robby says softly, but Dennis doesn't even seem to register it. So he sits up and shifts over to the edge of the bed, being careful to stay on the towel.
The words hang in the air for a moment. He kept running his bottom lip under his teeth, and when he answered, with an uncommon growl of anger in his voice, “I feel like a clueless fucking virgin.”
Robby hummed and waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't, just continued to hide behind the stupid little booklet like a shield.
Gently, he reached up and tucked a finger over the top of the stupid thing and pushed it down slowly, not waiting for Dennis to meet his eyes before he spoke, “And why is that making you so mad?”
Maybe it was a shitty question, but he couldn't think of anything better to say. It wasn't necessarily wrong, the worry. It was sort of like he was a virgin, but by that logic, so was Robby, and what did it matter, anyway? They weren't actually virgins. They knew themselves and each other very well, so what exactly was the point? Where was this anger even coming from?
Dennis blinks at him, eyes darting up to meet his, and Robby watches the gears turn behind his eyes. There was a split second that Robby had thought he was right, but the anger dissipated like smoke on the wind before he answered in the honest way he does, “I dunno.”
The answer hangs in the air, not heavy, not even really changing the atmosphere, but it lingers.
When Robby speaks again, his voice is much softer, “What's it say to do?”
Dennis blinks slowly at him before finally dragging his eyes back to the instructions, “Okay, so the grinder part goes in the inside pocket, and then the dildo goes into the outside pocket, and they sort of lock together, and then I just put it on and adjust it, and then I’m good?”
Robby nodded along as Dennis said the instructions, picking up the pieces as he mentioned and following the instructions. With everything where it's supposed to be, he pulls the buckles as loose as they would go, “Drop the shorts.”
“You have such a romantic way with words,” But still, he reaches down and tugs the drawstring bow loose and lets them fall to the ground with little fanfare.
He starts to reach for the harness, but Robby shakes his head and pulls back a little, “Let me. Gotta make sure we do it right.”
Dennis stares at him for a moment before bracing his hands on Robby's shoulders and stepping into it. Robby pulls it up, and one by one, he goes to each of the buckles and pulls them until the harness is sitting properly on his pretty hips.
“Everything feels good? Nothing too loose, nothing pinching anywhere?”
“Nope, feels good.” Dennis steps back, moves his hips around a little just to check, running his fingers under the elastic, “Actually, can you tighten the lower ones a little? Everything is supposed to be pretty tight, I think. I read some stuff online.”
Robby nodded and leaned back down to dutifully adjust them all until the harness was snug against his hips. The hands on his shoulder slide away as he steps back and gestures to himself with an awkward little hand flourish
“So what do you think?”
Robby had been fucking right. He looked gorgeous.
The contrast of the black fabric of the jockstrap against his skin. The way the straps squeezed his thighs and pushed up his ass. The silicone cock is sitting at attention. His cock, Dennis's cock. It was tan, a little veiny, and just about seven inches long. Not too big, not too small. It suited him. It suited him nicely.
Robby tried to think of something to say, but no words came to him. He just couldn't stop staring at him. It was a strange sort of paradox to see something that fit so well against someone's body that you had never thought of them as lacking.
Dennis let out nervous little laughter, trying to fill the space, as Robby ran his fingertips over where the straps were wrapped tightly around his thighs for what felt like the millionth time.
“Is that a yes, or?” He sounded so unsure, it was making Robby's head spin.
He had no idea, truly no clue, how fucking good he looked right now.
Mindful of the lube still smeared all over his torso and between his thighs, he dropped to his knees at Dennis's feet, both hands grabbing his hips as he brought his face right up to his cock. Dennis whispers out a quiet “Oh shit,” that Robby barely catches as both of his hands come from his sides to the back of Robby's head, digging his fingers into his skull like an anchor.
They blink at each other as the flush returns to Dennis' cheeks, slowly spreading over his face. He opened and closed his mouth once, twice.
“If there is something you want, ask for it. Ask nicely enough, and I might even do it.”
Dennis closed his eyes, and somehow, his face flushed even deeper in a second, “...Can you…suck…my dick?”
“Oh, you can do better than that, I know you can, I’ve heard it. Try again, say it like you mean it.” Robby leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the head.
Dennis scrunched up his face before opening his eyes and looking down at him.“Will you suck my cock, please?”
It wasn't the best he could do but he was already so excited that Robby just grinned and hummed out his approval. Running his hands across his hips, Robby wrapped his arms around his waist to keep from wiggling away like he always seemed to instinctively want to do, kissing the head of his cock before dropping his jaw and guiding him inside his mouth.
There was a part of him that had worried that it would feel kind of silly, sucking on a piece of smooth silicone, and maybe it was, but the noises and bitten-out little curse words that almost immediately started pouring from Dennis' mouth as he started to bob his head chased away that idea completely.
Every movement from his mouth pulled and pushed at the harness, enough to shift the grinder that was pressed up against his real dick. Robby kept his arm wrapped around the man's waist, hand gripping the meat of Dennis’s ass as he started guiding the instinctual jerks of his hips into actual movements, letting him start to slowly fuck into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, fuck fuh ha—” He whined and licked his lips, chin dropping down to his chest as his eyes squeezed shut. One of the hands digging into Robby's skull dropped to his shoulder as he hunched farther forward, curling himself around Robby's head.
Keeping a palm on his ass, Robby slides the other hand upwards, tucking it underneath the hem of his shirt, dragging his nails along Dennis's happy trail and stomach as he lets him thrust into his mouth.
He continued further and further up until Dennis was forced to straighten as Robby grabbed at his chest, squeezing at the soft flesh and pinching his nipple.
Dennis whined and jerked his hips in surprise, his cock slipping out of Robby's mouth and bumping his cheek. He chuckled breathlessly and ducked down to lick a stripe up the shaft, collecting the spit he had left behind as he continued to roll the squeeze at the nipple between his fingers, “Always so reactive."
Dennis nodded, licking and biting at his lips as Robby started to lazily stroke his spit-slicked cock, pulling hard enough to shift the harness, earning him more breathless little noises.
He continued to jack him off as he stood slowly, not breaking eye contact as he did. The fabric of Robby's shirt that he was still wearing was bunching along his wrist, draping over Dennis's chest like curtains while leaving his stomach on full display.
“Not that it matters—”
“Matters to me, that’s why I asked,” Dennis said quickly, before he even finished his sentence.
“Not that it matters,” He started again, leaning forward to push their foreheads together, eyes boring into each other, “but I think that you look very, very good.”
“Really?”
“You made an excellent choice. Such a pretty cock, suits you very well.” Robby smiled and nosed along Dennis' cheek, watching him follow his eyes and desperately try to meet their lips, panting.
“Wanna fuck you with it. Wanna make you feel good.”
“Oh, you wanna make me feel good?” He answered softly, and Dennis started nodding enthusiastically before Robby could even finish getting the words out. It felt like he was teasing a puppy with a tennis ball, “I did enjoy where I was just now. I think I might just want to keep sucking you off—”
Dennis practically sobbed, “No!”
“No?” Robby condescendingly mimicked back to him, deciding to tease him for just a little longer.
“No, please, I don’t want you to suck my dick anymore,” Dennis whined and pressed their forehead harder together, nipping at Robby’s mouth and catching the edge of his lips between his teeth. “You asked me to fuck you, and I wanna do that. Wanna make you feel good. Come on, let me. Please, please.”
“I did ask you for that, didn't I?”
A shift of his head, and they were kissing, filthy and breathless. Dennis grabs onto his bicep, fingers digging into the muscles as he shifts his hand from Dennis's sternum down to his ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing. The angle was a little awkward with their bodies pressing so close together, but Dennis's hips kept moving in sync with Robby's fist, so the strain on his wrist didn't seem all that important.
“Robby, come on. Please.” Dennis huffed breathlessly after a particularly rough tug.
“Alright, I guess we can do that.” He chuckled as he walked them backwards, keeping his hands where they were to guide them back to bed.
“I tend to like it when I am on my stomach, that work for you?” He turns and climbs back onto the bed and settles on his hands and knees. Dennis doesn't follow him, instead shuffling over to the bedside table and starting to go through the drawer
“Lube’s here,” Robby said, feeling around for wherever the bottle of lube had ended up. He finds it tucked into one of the folds of the comforter and sticks his arm out to offer it to Dennis.
“Yeah, I know, I’m just getting a condom. The internet said that it helps the lube last longer.” Dennis huffed as he took the bottle. A sliver of tension had reappeared in his voice. Robby turns to look at him as he neatly tears the wrapper and rolls the condom down his length. No finesse, acting like he has done it a million times. It was unexpectedly attractive.
“Alright.” Robby hummed “...We wouldn't want me to get pregnant now, would we?”
“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.” Dennis deadpans before breathing out the softest, barely there laugh. The uncertainty on his face seems to dissipate as he climbs into bed behind him, grabbing a handful of Robby's hip as he shuffles up behind him. Firmly, he pulls Robby's hips upward enough to wedge a pillow under his hips. “If your back starts bothering you, tell me. Okay?”
He grunted in affirmation as Dennis started running his hands over his ass and up his back. There was a thrill that he hadn't felt in a while, of not really knowing what was coming next. The only indicators are soothing, almost hesitant touches and sounds. The rustling of the covers as Dennis re-adjusts the towel and situates himself, the sounds of their breathing, the pop of the cap on the bottle of lube.
Robby tried his best to stay relaxed as his cheeks were pulled apart and warm, slick fingers were being pressed against his hole again. He grunts at the intrusion and is about to voice that he’s prepped enough when Dennis presses a soft kiss to his tailbone.
“I just wanna be through.”
Well, Robby can't really argue with that, could he? And it's not like it doesn't feel good. He settles down into the bed, readjusting his knees as Dennis fingers him just like he was taught to—Slow, purposeful motions, pushing in and out and then in again deeper every time, stretching and spreading him open. And soon, Robby was whimpering into the pillow. His cock twitched with every press in, heavy between his legs as he started moving his hips in time with the curl of Dennis' fingers.
“I’m gonna add a third finger, okay?” Dennis asks, pressing another kiss to his spine. Robby let out another grunt of approval, nodding as he let his head hang between his shoulders.
Dennis' ring finger was just as slick as the other, but the intrusion sent chills running along his skin. He cursed as they pushed in slowly but surely until the first knuckle slipped in. Robby braces for the rest, but just as gently as they entered him, the fingers start pulling out.
“You like it like this, right?” Dennis asks quietly, readjusting the palm on his ass to keep Robby spread open, giving him more access.
“Uh-huh,” Robby’s voice was an octave deeper than it had been the last time he had spoken. That was the only encouragement Dennis seemed to need as he dove back in, slowly fucking him with his fingers until his knuckles slipped in with barely any resistance at all. Only then did he push in deeper.
While it hadn't been untrue when he had said that Dennis was taking better care of him than his other partners had, he was really proving himself now.
Every movement was methodical, purposeful, and gentle, slowly working his fingers in and out with more than enough lube to make the movements practically frictionless. Maybe too much lube, as Robby could feel some starting to drip down his balls, almost cool against his overheated skin.
“Jesus,” Robby’s elbows shake as he holds himself up.
“Feeling good?”
Robby gasped and nodded as fingertips grazed his prostate for what felt like the millionth time. He reached blindly backwards and grabbed the man's thigh, “Alright, you have done your due diligence. Come on, you're killing me.”
Dennis chuckled softly behind him. “Well, forgive me for taking my time. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
He pressed one last kiss to the small of his back before shifting forward, kneeling behind him. Slowly, the fingers slide out, collecting the excess lube and smearing it back over his hole. Thankfully, before Robby could complain about the gnawing empty feeling in his stomach, a slick cock slid between his ass. Robby groaned as he settled into the grip on his hips as the cock dragged upwards again. It was fucking tantalizing, and without really thinking about it, he shifted his hips enough that the head caught at his entrance before Dennis could stop him.
He hears a sharp, bracing breath behind him, and the hands on his hips squeeze almost painfully tight. There is a beat, a split second, that Robby worries that Dennis is panicking again, and he starts to brace himself to turn around and tell him that he didn't need to be treated with kid gloves, but in the next second, he's shifting his hips forward and pressing the head of his cock inside of him.
Robby groaned as he braced for the burn of his muscles stretching to catch up to him as he tried to keep himself relaxed. But it doesn't. There's no burn, no sharp pain that's gone as soon as it comes, that makes him wince and clench his muscles and fight the intrusion. There is only the pleasant feeling of muscles stretching and the emptiness inside of him being filled as Dennis pushed inside of him.
“Fuck,” Every second, with every inch pushing in, it was getting harder and harder for him to hold himself up until eventually he just gives up. Sliding his arms down the mattress, stretching out like a cat, back bowing as Dennis held his hips in place and pressing his cock in the rest of the way inside until there was nothing left.
“Let me know when you want me to move,” Dennis spoke softly, gently nudging Robby's legs further apart to keep his back from bending too harshly, keeping their hips pressed flush together, “No rush.”
Robby just groaned again, not trusting any word to be intelligible through the pillow. Or for his mouth to form them properly in the first place, so he just reaches back to paw at his thigh, and when that doesn't get him moving, he pinches him.
Dennis yelped as his hips jerked forward, making them both groan as he re-adjusted his grip. “You are so impatient, just take a second—”
Robby pinches him again, digging his nails in so he would fucking move or touch his dick or so something, anything but just kneel behind him. Dennis pinches him right back on the sensitive part of his thigh, making him yelp.
“What is the matter with you? I am not gonna move until you tell me to. With your words so, just, fucking relax!”
He turned his head back enough to see him and was met with Dennis staring back at him, eyes heavy. Looking at Robby to tell him what to do. Fuck, it shouldn't make his cock twitch. “I want you to fuck me. Slow and deep, like you have been doing so well. Can you do that for me, handsome?”
“See? That wasn't that hard,” Dennis answered back weakly, his eyes fluttering at the pet name. Carefully, he started to rock the two of them back and forth. It takes a second for him to find any rhythm, adjusting his knees and his hands until he seems to find the position he was looking for.
The first proper thrust knocks the air out of Robby's lungs. The next ones, deep and slow, just like Robby had asked, keep him from getting any air back in. He groaned breathlessly as he turned his face back into the pillow. One of the warm hands on his hip slipped away and covered his own, still gripping Dennis' thigh like a lifeline.
There's a deep, shaky intake of breath behind him and a heady, mumbled out “fuck me”, and then the angle of his hips was shifted downwards.
Lights exploded behind his eyes as his hard cock pressed into the pillow that had been propped under his hips. Unfortunately, now that he had been reminded of the fact that he had barely touched his dick all morning, it was impossible to ignore. The fabric of the pillow was doing nothing to relieve the pressure in his cock, only making it more and more intense as the head rubbed against the fabric.
The noise he made, a deep, drawn-out moan, would be embarrassing if it didn't make Dennis' hips stutter before he tried to get back to his rhythm. Every thrust was picking up speed, pressing him further and further into the bed, pressing his cock harder against the pillow, leaving him nowhere to go. Just when he thought that he couldn’t take another second without a hand on his dick, Dennis stopped suddenly and dropped down on top of him.
“Shit—shit, sorry, I just need to—” He was panting hard, mouth clicking between words as he tried to catch his breath.
Robby hummed, his brain slowly coming back to himself as Dennis pressed his sweaty forehead against his back. He was breathing like he just ran a mile, and Robby couldn't blame him. It was a lot of work to fuck someone, and he had never done it before.
It would be okay if Dennis tapped out. Sure, it had been quick, but it had been great. Honestly, if Robby got a hand on his dick in the next five seconds, he would probably finish in record time, so he couldn't complain.
A quick, open-mouth kiss was pressed into his shoulder blade, and then another to his spine, while hands darted up from Robby's hips, rubbing his palms along his body, groping at his stomach and pecs.
Robby chuckled breathlessly at all the affection, releasing Dennis’s thigh so he could reach up and dig his fingers into his hair, pulling enough to make the man whine. He responded by sinking his teeth into the meat of the shoulder.
Usually, when Dennis bites him, which has been becoming more and more often these days, it’s a nip. Barely enough pressure to leave behind impressions. Many a soft ring or two of teeth on his thighs that fade by the next day. This bite, on the other hand, felt like he wanted it to hurt. And it fucking did.
The pain woke him up from whatever daze he was in, instinctively trying to pull away, which only made him dig his teeth in deeper. It’s going to leave a big tooth-shaped bruise, and it was too high up for a shirt to hide, not completely. The idea of it makes his dick twitch.
“Sorry,” Dennis mumbled, not sounding sorry in the slightest, as he released his jaw. He pressed a kiss to the center of the already sensitive ring of teeth marks he left behind, and then kissed it again just as sweetly. “Got carried away. You just feel so fucking good, holy shit.”
To articulate his point, Dennis began grinding his hips back and forth in tight little circles. Pressing as deep as he could inside of him, laying his full body weight on top of him, pressing Robby flat onto the bed.
The new angle forced his hips down, pinning his cock against the pillow, smearing the fabric with more precum and whatever lube remained on his skin. With every movement, another noise was forced out of his throat, jolts of white-hot burning pleasure shooting through his body. There was nowhere for him to go, nowhere to move, no part of him that Dennis wasn't touching.
Every attempt at coherent words only seemed to come as pitiful little noises and gasps, and he was pretty sure that he was holding onto Dennis's hair way too tightly for it to feel good. Not that Dennis seemed to care as he was too busy littering Robby's neck and shoulders with kisses and hickeys, mumbling into his skin as he went, “Never heard you sound like this before, you sound so good. Why didn't you ask for this earlier? Could have been making you feel like this ages ago.
Robby groaned as he tried to angle his hips enough that he could get his other hand under himself, but the stupid fucking pillow, which he was really starting to hate at this point, was very much in his way and preventing him from getting anywhere.
“You need something?”
Suddenly, all movement stopped as Dennis tucked his chin into his shoulder and pressed his mouth right against his ear, the goosebumps racing across his skin, making his skin feel tight and hot. “If there is something you want, ask for it. Ask nicely enough, and I might even do it.”
Logically, he knew that Dennis was teasing him. He was smiling, and his voice was as playful as it was breathless. Playing that stupid little game he liked to play, repeating things Robby had said to him, and seeing what reactions he could get. Logically, he knew that. And logically, he knew that he loved that stupid little game.
Unfortunately for him, the logical part of his brain was currently being deprived of oxygen and not functioning at the moment.
“Want you to touch me,” He gasped, finally able to think about anything other than how good he felt now that Dennis had stopped moving. Now he could really focus on how fucking full he felt, “Please, fuck, I just need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you—”
“No, you’re fucking not!”
Any command Robby had was slipping through his fingers very quickly. He was still trying to stop panting, and his voice was too breathy and high-pitched to sound anything other than pathetic. Didn't help that the hand pinned against his stomach had finally been noticed. Dennis gently wrapped his fingers around his sweaty wrist and pulled it gently, pushing it back up to his head.
“Oh come on! Den, please—”
He wasn't proud of the way the words forced their way out of his throat or the way he angled his hips upward, trying to make Dennis move or maybe angle his dick enough to get any relief. He was so hard it hurt.
It was, of course, in that exact moment that the muscles in his back seized, and he winced before he could stop it. Hands shot up to his hips and grabbed onto them almost painfully tight, angling them back to where they had been. Pressing his dick right back into the pillow.
“Whoa, hey, take it easy,” Dennis shifted back up onto his knees, slowly releasing the grip on his hips and thumbs rubbing little circles into his skin.
“Fuck—!” Another sob clawed its way out of his chest as he was suddenly empty and was being carefully but firmly manhandled over onto his back.
Sometimes Robby forgot how strong Dennis is. Maybe it was because he wasn't all that visibly muscled, or maybe that he seemed to forget sometimes, too. Not now, though.
Now, Robby didn't have to do anything but let himself be rolled over onto his back, maneuvered into whatever position Dennis wanted him to be in. Stupid pillow smushed under his hips, legs draped over Dennis's thighs as he pulled Robby up into his lap, sitting back on his haunches.
“There we go, much better,” Dennis said softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Robby nodded as a hand came up to gently cup his cheek, thumb ghosting over his eyelid. He had closed his eyes at some point, when he wasn’t exactly sure. There was something to look at now, so he opened them slowly. The midmorning sun was shining through the whole room, casting it in a warm golden glow. His eye burned at the light as he blinked, staring at the ceiling until gradually shifting his gaze downwards.
He was met with a Dennis who looked just fucking wrecked.
He flushed from his ears all the way down his throat, blush creeping all the way down past the collar of his shirt. Sweat was clinging to his brow and the top of his lip, sticking down some of his curls while the rest stuck up at odd angles. His eyes were hazy and soft, and his eyebrows knitted together in the way they did when he was worrying. As their eyes met, he blinked, and his whole face relaxed, a soft, unguarded smile pulling at his lips “...There he is.”
Immediately, it felt like Robby was under a microscope. His eyes snapped right back shut as he tried to squirm away from Dennis' focused gaze.
“Ah, ah, no, no, no, where do you think you are going?” A gentle hand on his face slides down his neck, fingertips digging into the sensitive bite on his shoulder as the other grabs hold of his thigh, trapping him in place. He clenches around nothing as all of his muscles tense at once. Dennis’s grip eased up as soon as Robby winced, but his hands stayed in place.
“I—” He couldn't even finish the word before he sobbed again, unable to stop himself.
While Dennis' breath was going back to normal, he couldn't seem to match his own. His arms were heavy by his sides as he clenched and unclenched his fists over and over again. Everything was too heavy, and yet he felt untethered. As if Dennis didn't put his body back on top of him, he would float away.
“You what?” Dennis answered him softly, “You want me back inside of you? That what you want?”
Robby nodded jerkily, and thankfully, Dennis didn’t try to tease him this time. The hand on his shoulder slipped down his body, avoiding his cock, drooling precum into the crease of his thigh as he repositioned himself and pressed the head of his cock back inside.
He couldn't help but arch up to meet him, but he was pushed right back down, “Uh-uh, just let me. I got you.”
The relief was almost instantaneous. Robby resisted the urge to just go limp as the hand on his thigh squeezed and the other ran along his hip and grabbed a handful of his ass and gently held him in place as he pushed in until their hips were flush again.
“I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to tease you.” Dennis cooed softly, “You still with me?”
Robby nodded and wanted to say something, anything. Say how good he felt, how Dennis was doing a really good job at fucking him because he was, praise him for being such a good boy, and that he had been nervous for no reason, but he just couldnt. Words were forming in his head, but by the time they got to his mouth, his tongue and his lips could only seem to form soft, primal sounds.
Sometimes his brain would stop giving him inputs. It wasn't the first time in his life he found himself unable to talk, it wasn't even the first time it happened during sex,but it had always been when he was on top, so he had never really thought about it too much. He could just do what he knew how to do and let his brain turn off.
It hadn’t ever happened when he was the one who needed to be checked in on, and he didn’t quite know what to do. He had never needed to explain anything as his partners had never seemed to notice or if they did, they didn't say anything about it to him. Dennis had noticed, because of course he noticed, and now that he had, he wasn’t going to let it go.
And he was going to do the responsible things and stop. He was gonna ask him another question, and Robby wasn't going to be able to answer, and he would stop because that was the type of guy he was. He gonna take his cock away again and leave him empty and hard and—
“I am not going to stop unless you tell me to stop.”
If anyone else had said that, it might have felt like a threat, but Dennis' voice was so gentle, so sweet that it didn't even register as anything other than a promise. “Do you need me to stop?”
He shook his head emphatically as his hands reached out and found Dennis’ thighs, digging his nails into the soft flesh just to be able to do something. He was rewarded with a small, shallow thrust that sent shivers down his spine.“Can we talk a little bit? With words? They can be little words, but I would really like to hear you talk to me. Can we do that, honey?”
The pet name washed over him, stirring something in his chest. Robby opened his mouth, and all that came out was what he could only describe as a squeak.
“Take your time, no rush,” Dennis spoke softly as he sat back on his haunches, pulling Robby with him, keeping them pressed together. Keeping himself inside but letting Robby stretch out in the bed. There was the click and the shock of more cold lube being smeared against his hole, which made him finally manage to do what he was told.
“...Why?”
It was choked out and breathless, but it was a word! A word that took too long to form and even longer to actually produce, but it was a word. Exactly what Dennis had asked of him. His reward was a shallow, grinding thrust that sent sparks bouncing around his insides.
“Why what? Why do I wanna talk to you? Well, I’m not in your head, and you seem to be very deep in there at the moment and not out here with me. I would like to fix that, if I can, but to do that, we have to talk a little bit before we keep going.”
“...Okay.”
“Okay, good,” Dennis smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh, “Can you look at me again, please? I miss those big brown eyes.”
Robby opened his eyes again just as slowly as the first time and found Dennis staring back at him with an expression that was as loving as it was hungry. He looked almost drunk. Robby didn't even want to think about what he looked like. Probably looked pretty drunk, too. He felt like he was in the shower again, horny and overheated and really fucking embarrassed.
“See, now that wasn't so hard.”
The prolonged eye contact was too much. Robby let his eyes drift to Dennis' bitten-pink lips while he spoke, as a compromise, which he seemed to take as he didn't say anything, as he continued to ask him questions, waiting patiently for his answer before grinding his hips in a tight circle after every answer.
“Did you actually hurt your back just now?”
“...No.”
“Was it just a weird position?”
“Uh-huh,”
“Does your back still hurt, or is it getting better?”
“...Better,” The twinge in his muscles was fading by the second, and the angle of his hips was good. Really good. Stupid fucking pillow, finally useful for something.
“I know you said you like being on your stomach, but is this position okay? Feel good?”
“...Good.”
“Do you want to be done? I won't leave you like this, of course, I’ll get you off, and we can be done for the day. Or do you want more?”
“...more.”
Dennis smiled sweetly, “Okay. Okay, one last thing, then you don't have to talk anymore unless you want to. Do you need me to take over for you now? I am happy to, more than happy to let you turn your brain off if that's what you need. You are in control here.”
“Fuck…please.” He nodded. His voice had been slowly getting more high-pitched and reedy, but he couldn’t even get himself to care.
“Okay, no more questions. You can stop thinking now.”
Robby let out a noise like he had been punched, all of his muscles relaxing instinctively as he closed his eyes and sank back into the darkness.
Having to force out words, even if it was just a couple simple words, had taken all of the fight left in him with them. The only thing he could think to do was to dig his nails into Dennis's skin, hoping he would understand it as a thank you.
Thankfully, he seemed to get it and started to move his hips in smooth, deep strokes, very intent on proving just how quick a study he was. Every thrust pushed as deep as he could before pulling back until only the head remained inside, before pushing back in.
Robby’s cock had flagged a bit with all the shuffling around and the back spasm, but it took almost nothing to get hard again, bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. In theory, he could just reach up and touch himself. He didn’t want to cum yet, he just wanted to relieve some of the pressure so he could think properly. Dennis hadn't said he couldn’t. Nothing was stopping him.
But Dennis had said that he didn't have to think anymore, and he didn’t seem to be worried about his dick. So the want to touch himself, to actually get off, slipped from his mind as Dennis continued fuck him.
“I really haven't been paying nearly enough attention to you, have I? Leaving you like this for so long, I’m sorry.” Dennis' voice was somehow hovering between condescending and genuinely sweet at the same time.“I know I keep saying it, but I really do mean it.”
Robby shook his head, as, quite frankly, if Dennis gave him any more attention, he might just liquify into the bed.
“What? Oh, so you don’t want the attention? I could have sworn you were just begging me to touch you a second ago. My mistake.”
The hand on his thigh slid down to grip his hip while the hand gripping his ass slid back upwards, pressing into where his thigh met his hip, thumb and forefinger framing the base of his cock. Dennis grip on his hips was firm, keeping him from doing anything but lying there and taking what was being given to him as he started to be moved in time with Dennis thrust.
Despite his eyes being closed so tightly that he was seeing spots, Robby could feel exactly where Dennis' eyes were looking, leaving trails along his skin.
“Well, if that's what you want…I wonder if you can cum without touching your cock at all. Do you wanna see if you can do it?”
A long, deep groan forced its way from his throat. This man was trying to kill him.
Dennis hummed happily to himself, continuing to fuck him as if he hadn't said anything at all. “I think you could. I mean, look at the mess you are making all on your own, you are practically halfway there. Come on, look.”
A hand firmly wrapped around the base of his neck, angling his head downward. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes again.
His cock was bright red and leaking, beads of pre-cum collecting in the hair on his stomach. Looking also meant actually seeing Dennis cock pushing back inside of him as well as feeling it, and that was too much for him to process. With a groan, Robby let his head fall back, bringing his hands up to his face.
“Since when are you so shy?” Dennis laughed softly, thumb pressing into his taint, rubbing tight, small circles right over his prostate, making him moan loudly into his palms, the sound vibrating through his skull.
“I mean, this is what you asked for, right? For me to make you take my cock? Is it because you took so long to ask? Were you waiting for me to bring it up so you wouldn't seem desperate? And now here you are, so turned on you can’t even use your words, hiding behind your hands, making a mess all over your stomach, and still acting all embarrassed about it. It's cute.”
Robby was glad that he didn't have to think because frankly, he didn't know what the hell to say to all of the words pouring out of Dennis' mouth. Every time he thinks that he is done, that after this next breath, he’ll stop talking and finally be done, but every time, he just keeps going.
There was a shift above him as Dennis leaned forward, pushing Robby's legs up, notching them around his shifting hips. It's not as intense as some of the positions that Robby has bent Dennis in, thank god this was a much softer adjustment.
Gentle hands pushed him up just enough so that their hips stayed pressed together and held him there for a second before they slid away, planting themselves onto the bed. A quick readjustment of his hips, and Dennis is pushing his cock in at a new, deeper angle, filling him up completely.
He hovers over Robby, panting on the backs of his hands before pressing kisses onto each of his knuckles, one by one. Only when he had kissed them each one did he start to move again.
“You really like it that much? My new dick? I know I already asked, but that was before I really got to use it.” He whispered right up against his ear, lips wet and breath hot. “Kinda though I would hate it, I think that’s why I was nervous, but I have to be honest, it’s actually pretty fucking incredible. Don’t you agree?”
Robby nodded weakly as if the noises he was making on every exhale and his heels digging into Dennis's ass weren't answers enough, and was rewarded with a kiss to the corner of his eye and then another to the apple of his cheek, Dennis’s lips bumping along the edge of his hand.
“One of the best things about it, I think, is that I can fuck you for as long as you want, as long as it takes. However long you need me, I am all yours, just the way you like it.”
He hadn't realized how used to the rushing he was, the instinctual need to get off as fast as you could because your dick was inside of something hot and tight and slick. It wasn't a bad thing, the feeling of just how desperate someone could get. Robby would even go so far as to say that he liked sex like that. Whichever end he found himself on.
But everything that he was feeling right now, that he was experiencing right now, was only possible because Dennis couldn’t actually feel anything.
Well okay, he could feel something. There was a piece of bumpy silicone that was quite literally pressed against his dick and cunt, but whatever sensations he was feeling had little to no impact on the dick that was actually inside of Robby at the moment.
All of Dennis' attention, every ounce of it, was solely on him.
The realization hit him like a fucking truck. he reached out and grabbed Dennis's face before he could move away again, smashing their mouths together roughly. Dennis made a surprised little noise in the back of his throat, but kissed him back just as fiercely.
They melted into each other as Robby wrapped his arms around Dennis' shoulders, pulling him down on top of him as they messily made out, tongues twisting together.
He slides a hand under the collar of the shirt that he was somehow still wearing despite the heat radiating off of the skin under his palm. He grabs a handful of the fabric and starts tugging at it clumsily, trying to get rid of it, until Dennis gets the hint and pulls back up enough to tug the offensive piece of clothing over his head and toss it somewhere before ducking back down to keep kissing.
Robby just couldn't stop touching him. Running his palms up and down his sweaty back, digging his nails into his skin, reaching around and grabbing at his chest, kneading the flesh and tugging at his nipple until Dennis was whining into his mouth.
“If you wanna cum, you can cum.” Dennis whispered in his mouth, “You're so close, I know you can do it. Cum on my cock, baby. I know you want to. Show me how good I am at fucking you”
The sticky wet sounds of their hips meeting grew louder as his thrusts grew rougher by the second, the new angel hitting his prostate over and over again, making his muscles flex and his mind go blank.
It snuck up on him, how fast he went from feeling everything all at the same time to everything sharpening to a point.
He was actually going to cum without a hand on his dick.
Robby would admit he was an older guy, not old, thank you, but older. But there was still stuff that he had never done. He’d never gone skiing, never traveled outside North America, never eaten kiwi. The skin freaked him out.
And he had never come without a hand on his dick.
He had gotten close before, very close multiple times, but at the last second, a hand, his own or someone else's, would wrap around him and squeeze just right, and the idea would disappear from his mind just like all of his other thoughts. A part of him that had always thought of that as something that happened in porn or to people who only got off on being on the bottom.
And yet here he was, rocketing towards a hands-free orgasm at an alarming speed.
A strangled high-pitched sob ripped from his mouth as they broke apart only enough to pant into each other's mouths. It took all the strength he had left to open his eyes, and he was met with Dennis staring back at him.
He was beautifully backlit by the mid-morning sunlight streaming into the bedroom. His skin was glistening with sweat, hair messy and wild. And he was smiling, lips the same shade of red as the rest of his face, kiss bitten and shiny. Looking at him like he could see every thought in Robby's head, even the things that he didn't realize he was thinking. And he was still looking, eyes heavy and soft.
He looked fucking drunk. Sex, drunk and happy, and grinning down at him like Robby was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like he was worth looking at.
There was a split second of stone-cold clarity, of realizing what was happening before every single one of his senses went into overdrive. All of his muscles seized at once as his orgasm ripped through him like an electrical current racing through his veins, as his cock jumped and the first spurt of cum spattered onto his belly.
There is a ringing in his ears that is so loud he can't hear his own voice despite feeling the sensation of his vocal cords moving as he convulses. Dennis is talking to him, he can hear the sounds of his voice blending into the white noise, but before he could even attempt to decipher what he was saying, if it was anything at all, a deft hand wraps around his cock, and everything goes blank.
He feels his nails break skin as they dig into Dennis’s back as he holds on for dear life. Dennis keeps his cock pressed inside of him as he jerks him off with a tight fist, rope after rope of hot cum painting his stomach and chest.
The fist doesn't stop, dragging out his orgasm until there is nothing more left to pull. Still it keeps moving. Robby sobs as the last pathetic spurts of cum drip into the splatters across his skin, catching in the hair in his stomach. His mucles were shaking so hard they burned and his mouth couldn’t seem to stay closed, as he panted and cried.
Thankfully, Dennis takes pity on him and finally slows his hand to a stop, gently unwrapping his fingers from around his soft, oversensitive cock.
“Wow, I don't think I have ever seen you cum this much,” Dennis said, barely loud enough to register. Or shouted at him; Robby really couldn't tell. He didn’t feel like he was still in earth at the moment.
Finger tips dragged along his stomach and chest, dragging through the splatters of cum, collecting the mess and bringing it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean with a moan. And then he leans forward. Robby can't stop the noises leaving his mouth as his tongue begins to run along his stomach
It should be hot, it was fucking hot, to feel Dennis lick up the mess he had made all over himself. But he couldn't catch his breath. The last of the cum was licked away as the first proper sob escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
Gentle hands cradle his head as he starts crying, pathetic wheezying sounds ripping their way out of his chest, burning hot tears as they streak down his cheeks and into his ears.
“Hey, you’re okay,” Dennis cooed quietly as he gently picked up his head and fixed the pillow underneath that had been squished and flattened between his head and the headboard. “You’re okay, I got you. You did so good baby.”
For a moment, Dennis shifts, and it looks like he's going to move away. Robby digs his nails back into his skin, roughly pulling him down on top of him. Dennis comes easily, cooing sweet praise into his ears as he lets Robby squeeze him so tight he feels his ribs groan. “Hey, Hey, I am right here. Not going anywhere.”
It took longer than he expected for the tears to finally stop. Dennis holding him through it all until Robby was blinking slowly at the ceiling, his face tight and salt dry, breathing finally evening out as the exhaustion hit him.
“You did so good, sweetheart, such a good job,” Dennis whispered eventually, "I am gonna pull out now, alright?”
Robby nodded but still whimpered pathetically as Dennis sat back on his haunches. The hollowed out feeling was already starting to claw its way into his stomach, but he didn't fight it, letting his legs be uncurled from around Dennis's waist as he slowly pulled out, leaving him clenching around nothing.
He watched Dennis shuffle back on his knees and off the bed, turning his back to him, revealing the angry red scratches littering his back. He was far enough away that Robby couldn't tell if it was petechiae or if he was actually drawn blood.
He watched him wince as he stood up straight, stretching his hips forward and groaning as his joints popped, pulling at the buckles of the strap until they were loose enough to reveal the thick red marks left in their wake.
There was no effort made to hide himself as he bent over to step out of the contraption. No effort to hide the fact that he had slick drooling down his thighs, matted his pubic hair to his skin. His swollen, neglected cock poked between puffy red lips, because every part of him seemed to be its own special shade of red.
The strap hung from his hand as he took a stiff step forward. Away from the bed, away from Robby. Wait, they weren't done. Where was he going?
Robby reached out blindly, managing to grab the wrist before he moved too far away. He was already too far away.
Dennis turned around immediately, leaning down to look at him but pointedly not looking him in the eye, instead starting down to look at where Robby was holding onto him, turning his hand over in Robby's grasp so they were holding hands, “I’m just going to the bathroom to get rid of this thing, I'll be right back.”
He nodded his head to Robby's ensuite, as if he didn't know where his own bathroom was.
Robby shook his head and pulled his arm harder than either of them was expecting, making him stumble forward. "Michael, you are d— we are both messy. Give me two minutes to deal with this and get something to clean us up. I won't be far, I'll leave the door open so you’ll be able to see me the whole time. Promise.”
He bends over and kisses Robby's knuckles for what feels like the millionth time this morning, and gently pulls until he slips his hand from his grip.
“Two minutes. Time me,” He smiled as he stepped back, grabbed the long dry cup on the bedside table, pecking robby’s lips and turned towards the bathroom, trying to hide the fact that he was walking with a stiff limp.
He was true to his word and left the door open so Robby could watch him. The strap was deposited in the sink with a thump, and Dennis looked at it for a second before huffing and making a dismissive motion with his hand. Then he turned and rifled through the linen cabinet.
That feeling he had felt in the kitchen reappeared. That primal, childish enjoyment of seeing that Dennis was comfortable in his house, stoking the smoldering embers in his hollowed-out stomach.
It had never been a thing for him, people being comfortable in his home. He would even go as far as to say that some petty part of him liked it when someone had to ask him to get things for them. People didn't tend to stay in unfamiliar places. And he made it a point that his home stayed unfamiliar.
Kept the doors closed.
Dennis found what he was looking for because he knew where things were and turned back to the sink. The clock on his bedside table ticked ahead a minute as the sink turned on and Robby watched him take the strap apart, leaving the silicon parts in the basin while the jock was hung over the knob of the cabinet door.
He filled the cup and chugged it, then filled it again before turning the knob to hot and waiting for the water to heat up, cause it always took too long, and soaked the washcloth.
Robby's brain felt like it was soaked in molasses, each thought moving slowly from one to the next, and he continued to just observe, but the same one kept catching, circling back to the forefront of his mind over and over again.
Dennis hadn’t cum. He had done all of that and gotten nothing out of it. Worse, actually cause he was grinding his cunt against something that hadn’t even been enough to get him off, but he still had fucked Robbys to the point of tears.
“See, what did I say?” Dennis said softly as he walked back into the bedroom. “Two minutes. Not even!”
Robby hummed, not really listening as he waited for him to put the glass down, staring at the splotchy red skin of his pubic bone. It looked like the first stage of bruising. Fuck.
As quickly as he could, he reached out and wrapped his arm around Dennis' waist and pulled him towards him.
“Always so impatient,” Dennis chuckled, rubbing the warm washcloth along his stomach, clearly not getting the urgency of the situation until Robby pulled again, making his knees bump against the bed, “Let me clean you up, then we can cuddle.”
Robby wasn't listening. He needed to do this.
Another tug, arm sliding down his legs to hook under his knee and pull, making Dennis fall forward, washing cloth slapping wetly onto his stomach.
“Hey—What are you—” He squawked and was barely able to catch himself from face planting on Robby's chest, but now he was off balance.
In a feat of strength that he was genuinely impressed with himself that he was able to pull off, Robby grabbed onto the underside of Dennis' knee and hauled him onto the bed, forcing him to straddle his chest. Dennis was barely able to sit up straight before Robby was pulling him forward by the hips towards his mouth, “Jesus— Micheal!”
And for all his squawking, he didn't put up much of a fight, and he certainly didn't move away from the warm open mouth waiting for him, grinding his hips downward as the protests died on his tongue.
“Oh shit—” He gasped out as Robby licked along his slit, collecting the slick on his tongue. The heady scent of slick and sweat filled his nose as he pulled Dennis's hips down onto his face, wrapping his lips around Dennis cock and started to suck. “Fuck, oh fuck,”
His voice cracks as he lets his head fall back, arm darting out to brace himself on Robby's chest. His full weight pressing down into his mouth as Robby starts sucking in earnest, arms wrapping around the boy's shaking thighs to hold him in place.
It was easy to slip right back into the darkness. He didn't need to think about anything; all he needed to do was let Dennis use his mouth however he wanted, let him feel good.
And clearly he was, as he was now breathing hard, moaning out high-pitched little ‘fucks’ with every cant of his hips, moving in time with Robby's mouth. His thighs were shaking in Robby's grasp, the raised ridges of the scratches he left on his thighs under his palms.
“Jesus fucking christ—” He gasped out and hunched forward, a hand coming up to hold Robby's head in place as he shifted his hips the way he wanted. Good, “Just like—shit, just like that.”
Robby moaned happily as he pressed his hips down so hard it felt like their bones were pressing against each other. Dennis didn't usually like constant simulation, preferring a slow build, but right now he didn't seem to care.
“You know everytime I think I, ah, got you figured out, you have to go and surprise me.” Dennis laughs breathlessly, both hands now cradling Robby's head as he starts babbling, “I thought you were gonna, fuck, want to be in control the whole time, but then you went down so fucking hard, It was so beautiful. One of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen, you have no idea.”
He moans out and gasps as Robby's tongue slips into his quivering hole, the muscles squeezing almost frantically, trying to pull him in deeper. “Holy shit, I’m gonna cum—”
His mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. Robby feels the way his body seizes, both hands grabbing onto Robby's head and digging into his hair. Slick floods his mouth, and he can feel it spreading into his beard as Dennis's cock twitches against his tongue as he keeps up his pressure and lets him ride it out until he finally remembers to breathe and takes a deep, shuddering breath.
Suddenly, Dennis pushed up onto his knees, pulling his hips up and breaking the seal between them, tendrils of slick and spit hanging between them. Before he can react, his palm presses down onto Robby's forehead. Not painfully, just anchoring him in place and preventing him from chasing after him.
“Fuck,” Dennis gasps, pressing his palm against his cunt as he starts to giggle drunkenly, “You were just gonna keep going if I didn’t stop you, weren't you?”
Robby nods the best he can, whining, and pushes against the hand and tries to pull him back down onto his mouth.
“You want me that bad?” Dennis chuckled as he slid his hand away. It was tantalizing how close his cunt was, hovering right in front of Robby's face, swollen and shiny. He wanted more, needed more.
“I asked you a question, and I would like an answer,” Dennis smiled down at him, and Robby suddenly had to look anywhere but in the eyes, “Do you want my dick back in your mouth?”
Robby nodded and did the only thing he could think of. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go, sticking out his tongue, presenting himself. That was the best he could do at the moment.
“That's the best you got?”
Robby nodded again, and Dennis tuts as he lowered himself back down with shaky thighs, hissing softly as Robby closed his mouth around his cock and pulled him back into his mouth. Wet sounds fill the air as Dennis' head drops down as keeps panting hard and pulling at Robby's hair until his scalp tingles.
“Gentle, gentle. Yeah, that’s it,” It takes a moment to get the pace right, but soon Dennis is softly rolling his hips in time with Robby's suckling, one of his hands coming up to play with his chest, nipple squeezed between his fingers.
A toothy smile pulls at his lips as he looks down at Robby, eyes fluttering closed, “Mhm, Mhm, Yeah like that. That's perfect.”
If Robby had a tail, it would be wagging. This was what was missing. Sure, he liked Dennis' other cock, liked it a lot. Obviously, he had just cum so hard his brain felt like it had done a factory reset. More than he had hoped, but it really wasn't the same as the one in his mouth. This one was real and warm and throbbing in time with Dennis' heartbeat.
Every touch, every suckle, or flick of his tongue got him an immediate response. A sharp, shaking breath in, a tremor of the muscles of his thigh, a half-bitten out curse as he used Robby's mouth like a toy.
“You are so pretty when the only thing you can think about is dick.”
Robby groaned in agreement, squeezing his thighs in his hands. His jaw was starting to ache, but it just joined all of the other aches in his body, filed away for later when it mattered.
“A little harder,” he huffs as his hips start moving faster, fucking into Robby’s mouth as he sucked harder, pressing his tongue deeper and feeling his muscles flutter around him.
“Yeah, like that, just like that, shit-” Dennis voice cracked as he leaned forward until his head is pushing into the headboard, thighs squeezing around Robby’s head so tight that his vision started to black out, but it didn't matter because he was unraveling under Robby's tongue again.
A fresh wave of slick fills his mouth as his hips snapping in sharp little jerks until he starts whining at the overstimulation.
Robby slows his mouth down to a stop, dragging his hands up and down Dennis' body, palming at his tits and massaging his stomach, feeling the muscles still twitching under his fingertips.
“Wow.” Dennis wheezes out, pushing up onto his hands so he could roll off of him onto the other side of the bed. Robby took his first deep breath in what felt like hours and started to turn his head, only to be met with Dennis crawling on top of him and kissing him, open-mouthed and filthy.
If he was being honest, he didn't have much left to give past lying there like a dead fish, but Dennis did not seem to care all that much, breaking apart only to breathe and then pecking at his lips, giggling.
“You are— You are something else, you know that?”
Robby hummed, blinking slowly up at him. The unease that had been crawling under his skin was gone now, and all he was feeling was warmth. Overwhelmingly warm and sleepy, and loved as Dennis kept kissing him and running his hands through his hair, their sweaty, overheated bodies curled together.
“No, No you can't go to sleep yet. I'm sorry,” Dennis cooed in his ear, running his thumb over his cheek after he handy opening his eyes after the last blink, “I mean, you can, but you’ll wake up covered in dried lube and cum, and my spit, and that seems like a nightmare, so I think getting cleaned up might be for the best.”
Robby groaned in response as Dennis pecked his lips again. Not sleeping meant moving his body, and that seemed like a bad idea. He made no effort to move as Dennis rolled off the bed with all the grace of a baby deer, barely catching himself before he faceplanted onto the floor, “Oh shit—”
That set off another round of giggles between the two of them as Dennis shuffled over to Robby's side. He picks up the washcloth and tucks it over his arm as he extends his other hand out, “Come on.”
When Robby doesn't move, Dennis just sighs and grabs his hand and tugs a little, prompting him to sit up. Still, Robby doesn't move. Now that he wasn't distracted but feeling good, the ache had really settled in, and the last thing he wanted was to move.
“Michael, I can and will carry you to the bathroom if I have to,” His voice was firmer, but the softness on his face was still clear as day. It was annoying how nice he was sometimes, “Can you at least sit up for me?”
With a huff, he allowed himself to be pulled into a sitting position and then turned and directed until he was standing on slightly shaky legs, both of his hands in Dennis’s, “There we go.”
He didn't look at him. Instead, he stared at the blotchy skin on his mound and the crest of his hips. He had thought it had been just his sex drunk gaze, but he was much more awake now, and the skin did in fact look like the startings of a bruise. Decent ones, in his medical opinion.
“You don't have to look at me if you don't want to. That's fine.” Dennis squeezed his hands. He nodded, and their heads bumped against each other as Dennis leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose.
Slowly, Dennis started walking the two of them backwards, towards the bathroom in small, measured steps, keeping a steady grip on his hands. Every one of his muscles feels stretched out like rubber bands, that one wrong move and one would snap out of place, and he would come apart.
It is pleasantly dark in the bathroom, and the tile is cool under his feet as Dennis starts to drag him towards the tub, but Robby makes a little noise of protest.
“What? We are anti-bath now?” Dennis quirked a brow.
Robby nods. He was a grown man, and he didn't need to explain to him that the idea of sitting sounded exceptionally worse than standing. His ass and back already hurt, but it was still hovering in the sort of good post sex sort of way, but he was too tall for his bathtub, and he would have to scrunch to fit, and that sounded like a nightmare.
“Okay.” Dennis squeezed his hands again as he redirected them towards the shower, dropping one turn around, and turning the water on. It takes a second for the hot water to make its way so he's left staring at Dennis's back. The scratches looked worse up close. And two of them did seem to be bleeding, little drying red drops dotted along the scratch. It looked like he had been mauled by an animal.
Robby was that animal. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Another little tug, and he let himself be pulled into the shower and under the warm water. He kept his head bowed, water pouring over his head as Dennis stepped behind him.
Silky, soapy hands began to scrub down his body, starting at his shoulders and working their way downward. Every crack and crevice was washed thoroughly before he moved on, but still, he was so careful, fingers feather light over the throbbing bite on his shoulder, wincing a little as he poked at it before moving on to the rest of his back.
The overly tight feeling of the dried sweat on his skin washed away as Dennis kept working the soap over his skin, his hands slipped lower, and Robby couldn't help but hum as they worked over his thighs and his dick. It felt a bit clinical, but there was no lack of care.
“Lean forward for me? Just wanna make sure you're not bleeding or anything,” Robby did as he was told as he tried not to shy away from the inspection, as his ass cheeks were pulled apart and a finger gently ran over his hole, pushing just past his entrance ever so gently. Even with the warning, the touch still made him jump a little.
“Are you in any pain anywhere?”
He shook his head as the hands slid away just as quickly as they arrived and came back with more soap as Dennis got back to work, washing the leftover lube from between his cheeks “Good. Tell me if that changes, m’kay?”
Robby could feel the color coming to his cheeks as he stood up straight again, and sudsy hands ran over his belly. Logically, he knows that he shouldn't be embarrassed. This isn't embarrassing. It wasn't embarrassing when Robby did this for other people, it wasn’t when he did it for Dennis. This was nice, this was expected after you have sex like they just had.
Robby knew that, and yet he couldn't shake the shame that washed over him, mixed with the suds and swirled down the drain.
Dennis keeps working, rubbing his hands up and down his body, giving everywhere a second pass before rinsing him down with the showerhead.
“Can you turn around for me?”
He turns so they are facing each other. The shampoo bottle clicks open, and his head is angled down so that Dennis can wash his hair. He lets his eyes close as blunt nails scratch his scalp and work down his face, careful not to let any soap get into his mouth or near his nose as he washes his beard.
“How are we doing?” He asks quietly, replacing the shower head after rinsing everything away, Robby keeping his gaze focused on their feet, watching the bubbles swirl down the drain. “Water temp good? Warm enough?”
Robby takes a half a step forward and tucks his face into Dennis' neck. He lets him curl into him easily, pushing onto the pads of his feet as he wraps his arms around Robby's shoulders, pulling him into a one-sided hug with Robby's limp arms squished between the two of them as the steam curls around them.
“I just wanna say that I am really, really proud of you.”
Robby nods into his throat, nuzzling closer. Words still weren't working.
Dennis doesn't seem to mind as he kisses his temple, squeezing his arms comfortingly tight. His voice is so soft, so quiet that he can barely hear it over the water, but it washes over him just the same.
“I’m almost done, just a little conditioner, and then we can cuddle for real, yeah?”
Dennis steps back but lets Robby reach out and hold onto his hips as he pours conditioner into his palms and combs it into his hair with his fingers.
“You look like a vampire with your hair all slicked back. A very cute, very sleepy vampire.” He says playfully, and Robby huffs out something like a laugh, not much of a response, just a noise. Not that it matters because Dennis laughs softly anyway.
He lets Robby keep holding onto him as he washes himself, not bothering with anything beyond washing his body down with lightning speed.
The water was just starting to go cold as Dennis finished rinsing both of them off, herding him out of the shower. Dennis dries him down with purposefully circles. A fresh dry towel was draped another over his shoulders just as he started to shiver. As Dennis dried himself, though only enough it seems to keep from dripping water everywhere.
He wasn't cold. The water was cooling on his skin, but not enough to explain the shaking.
They shuffle back into the bedroom, Robby squinting at the brightness of the room. He already missed the bathroom. It doesn't seem to bother Dennies as he guides him by the hand until he's sitting back on his side of the bed.
The dirty towel and the stupid pillow were scooped up and tossed by the door as Dennis kept moving around the room, collecting clean clothes from the dresser and adjusting the shades until the room was comfortably dark.
“Is that better? I saw you squinting.”
Robby nods his head as a neat stack of clothes is placed on the bed beside him. “Would you like help getting dressed?”
He politely shakes his head as Dennis comes up in front of him, combing his fingers through Robby's wet hair, “Are you hungry?”
Robby shrugged. He was probably hungry, but he wasn't feeling much of anything, good or bad, at the moment.
“Okay, why don't I go and grab us a snack, and you take some time by yourself, decompress a little bit. Does that sound good?”
Robby nodded, leaning into his palm like a cat. Being alone sounded good. Dennis hummed again and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“Any requests?” Another shake of his head, “Okay, sit tight. I'll be right back.”
Dennis kisses him again before stepping back to pull on his own sweatpants, rolling the elastic band over twice at his ankles and tying the drawstring in a little bow, pulled just enough to scrunch the fabric. And then his feet were gone.
Almost as soon as the footsteps faded down the hall, he was aware of every subconscious thing he was doing. He could feel himself having to think about breathing, think about blinking, despite the fact that it wasn't helping alleviate the burning in his eyes.
The shower was supposed to help to pull him back into the waking world, but now he feels like a lump of wet clay, slowly losing his shape without Dennis' hands holding him together.
Before he could stop it he felt the shame start to rise in his throat like bile. Why was he even feeling like this? Nothing bad had happened, nothing bad was happening. Dennis was giving him exactly what he needed. Taking such good care of him, better than anyone had in a long time.
Robby would be the first to admit that he didn't always sleep with the best people. He was also not the best person to sleep with, but he had never felt like he had been neglected.
The handful of men that he had let fuck him always cleaned him up, sometimes with a wet rag and sometimes with a dirty T-shirt, and said sweet things to him as they curled up together in bed.
He could only think of one guy who hadn’t let him stay the night, and that was because they both had class in the morning. He didn't have time to freak out because he had to get back to his dorm, where he proceeded to pass out as soon as his body hit the bed.
Now that he thinks of it, he tends to pass out as soon as he is able.
If he was asleep, he didn't have to think about anything. Didn't have to worry if he had done anything embarrassing, or been pushed too far, and be aching the next morning, or what he should say when they start saying things that actually meant something.
“I just wanna say that I’m really, really proud of you.”
Robby lets out a rueful chuckle. There was nothing that he had done that Dennis should be proud of. He was selfish and greedy. He had said he was going to help him, guide him through something so personal and so scary, and just left him to figure things out on his own. Couldn't even speak to him. And he hurt him. The scratches on his back and thighs, the bruising.
His hair didn't tend to hold onto water for very long, but there were suddenly new wet spots on the carpet below him. He blinks, and four more wet spots appear between his feet.
As did another pair of feet.
He closed his eyes and hoped that it was just a figment of his imagination. Soft hands landed on his shoulders and started rubbing up and down his back. Robby keeps his head bowed, weakly pulling the towel over his head in a desperate, futile attempt to hide the fact that he was crying again.
“Sorry…” The sound of his own voice was almost unrecognizable, even to his own ears.
The hands running along his back stopped instantly. There was a rustling in front of him, and the next time Dennis spoke, his voice was coming from below him, “Can you look at me, please?”
Robby opened his eyes, tears clouding his vision before he could blink them away. Dennis was kneeling between his legs, looking up at him, absolutely heartbroken. He couldn't fucking do this. He tried to close his eyes again, to turn and hide further within the towel, but Dennis didn't let him, cradling his face in his hands, “Michael, I need you to look at me.”
Robby opened his eyes and met watery blue, emotion-filled eyes staring back at him, his own tears caught in his lashes.
“There is nothing,” Robby opened his mouth, but Dennis rolled right over him, "Absolutely nothing that you have to be sorry about. Nothing. I didn't realize you weren't feeling good. I thought you wanted to be alone but shouldn't have left, that was a mistake. I'm so sorry.”
“I was! I was feeling good!” He gasped out, desperate. Dennis didn’t leave him, Robby told him to go. He had been happy about the idea of being alone. He was the one who couldn't hold it together.
“Well did something happened after I left?”
“I don’t know, I started thinking I guess. Fuck, fuck I’m sorry,” Now that he started actually talking again, he couldnt stop. The worst part was a couple of words, and his voice was already raw and shaking as his breathing started to pick up.
Dennis' voice stays steady and so patient, “What were you thinking about? Tell me, maybe I can help.”
He laughed wetly. Oh, the irony. “I said, I said I would help you—”
Dennis' expression softened. “You did help me, you told me exactly what you wanted, what you needed, even without your words.”
“But I—”
“But fucking nothing. Do you think that I am what? Disappointed that you weren’t bossing me around the whole time? That’s fucking stupid.” He laughs, an adorable, genuine laugh, before he scrunches his face like he ate something sour, “Hold on, I didn't mean it like that.”
And despite everything, Robby laughs, an actual laugh as Dennis pushes up on his knees, slipping under the towel with him so that thier faces with wet inches apart, “You are not stupid. What I mean is that I meant what I said that I was happy to take control. We just had probably the best sex of my entire life, and that was in no small part because it was so fucking special to me that you trusted me enough to let me take care of you. I know it's not something that comes easy for you.”
“Dennis—”
“There is nothing shameful or embarrassing about what just happened or what is happening to you right now. Do you find it embarrassing when it happens to me?”
Robby shakes his head because, no, of course, he didn't, “But—”
“But what? It's different when it's you? Why?”
Dennis sounded so genuinely curious, and Robby couldn't give him an answer. He took a deep breath and sagged into Dennis' hands, squishing his cheeks, “m’sorry,”
“Nothing you need to be sorry about,” Dennis repeated softly, just as sincerely as the first time, leaning in carefully to press a soft kiss to his forehead and then to his brow bone, “My perfect boy, I think it's time we get some rest, yeah? We are going to talk more later, I want to talk more later. Okay?”
“...Okay”
“Okay.” Dennis' hand went to Robby's knee, using it as a support to stand up carefully, grunting as he straightened out.
“You're starting to sound like me,” He quipped in a lackluster attempt to lighten the mood, sniffling weakly.
“You wore me out, topping is a fucking workout. Guess I need to work on my hip strength," he chuckles as he takes the damp towel off of his head and starts rooting through the pile of clothes beside him.
“Your hip strength is just fine,” Robby mumbled as Dennis started to bunch up the shirt he had grabbed to put over his head.
“Can I—“ Robby started doing his absolute damndest to keep looking at Dennis face and not the floor. “I wanna wear…the shirt you were wearing…before,” Immediately, Dennis started looking around the room for wherever the shirt had ended up. “I know that’s fucking weird—“
“I don't think that's weird. Okay maybe a little weird but it’s just me so who cares? I mean, you’re talking to the guy that can’t sleep in anything but the clothes he steals from you.”
Dennis goes and retrieves it from the corner where it ended up in a little heap and does the same scrunching of the fabric, pulling it over his head and even helping guide his arms into the oversized arm holes.
“So, you’re the little thief that keeps taking all my clothes?"
Dennis smiled mischievously, “I don’t know what you are talking about
He pulls the collar up over his nose and breaths in deeply. It smelled so good. Like sweat and coffee and bergamot body wash. It smelt like Dennis.
They fell into comfortable silence as Dennis helped him into a pair of boxers and a pullover, as robby was still cold, gently tugging the shirt collar out and putting it back in place over his nose before Robby could miss it.
“Are you gonna put on a shirt?” he asked quietly as Dennis sat him at the end of the bed so he could rearrange the pillows and pull back the covers. He hopes the answer is no. If Robby had his way Dennis would never wear a shirt again.
“Would you like me to? I can.”
“No, thank you.”
“Then no, I'm not," Dennis chuckles softly as he settles on the bed and opens his legs enough to make a perfect Robby-shaped spot for him to lie in. ”Come’ere,”
He didn't hesitate to fall against his chest, arms wrapping around his middle as his head came to rest on Dennis's sternum, soft and warm. He slid an arm up along his ribs and settled a hand over his tit. Not doing anything to it but resting his palm over it, listening to the man's heart beating steadily against his ear as he held onto the soft handful of flesh.
There was rustling as the blanket was pulled over top of him and tucked up around him until only his head was sticking out. He lets his eyes close as he hears his TV turn on, and after a moment, he can hear the sounds of a Penguins game, just loud enough to register.
The bright smell of orange oils came to him suddenly as the soft sound of the flesh ripping came from somewhere above him. An orange segment is held in front of his mouth, which he takes without complaint, not even bothering to open his eyes as it was placed on his tongue.
As he chewed, he listened to the sounds of the announcers and bodies racing back and forth on the ice turn into white noise, and the internal sounds of Dennis' body under his ear came into focus.
The sounds of his breathing, soft and smooth, filling and emptying of his lungs, and the beating of his heart, sure and steady. The chewing of his own segment of orange and swallowing it. He heard it travel down his esophagus and into his stomach, settling there with a gurgle.
It is visceral and crude, but it was also…intimate and fascinating in a way he couldn’t explain.
“Do I sound interesting?” Dennis' voice bounced around his own ribs as another segment was presented to Robby, and he ate it without hesitation.
Robby hummed thoughtfully as he kept chewing, slowly turning the tender fruit in his mouth into tasteless mush. Sleep was already clawing at the edges of his conscience once again.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
He swallowed, “Know what I am thinking?”
Dennis took a deep breath and made a little thoughtful noise before eventually saying, “I am not sure. I guess I just…know you.”
“...Not a guess.”