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Robby was eating a lovely lasagna with Dennis when the younger man placed an elbow on the dining table and said, “Soooo… have you thought about it anymore?”
Robby paused and put his fork down. They were at Robby’s house, eating dinner together, like they often did after their shifts.
Dennis had cooked for the both of them. He was a surprisingly good cook, especially compared to Robby, who subsisted on mostly granola bars and prepackaged sandwiches. He made an effort when Dennis was around, though, and learned how to make some of his favorite foods.
Robby didn’t have to ask what “it” was.
Dennis had mentioned the topic in passing before, but last week he asked Robby, point blank, if he would be willing to have sex with him while he was asleep.
The idea was very intriguing.
The two of them had been together for several months, but had only just recently leaned into exploring their… less conventional sexual desires.
Despite Dennis’ passive appearance, he had some intense fantasies that he admitted to Robby, usually only at night, when he didn’t have to look him in the eye.
It lit a fire under Robby, knowing how deep his boyfriend's desires went. There was still an air of nerves, however, and the lingering fear of saying too much or wanting too much that the other would be put off by it.
Whatever line there was that designated what was ‘too much’ had yet to be crossed.
Still, it was only when they were alone that Dennis would divulge the bad things he wanted done to him, and Robby in turn, would admit the bad things he wanted to do to him.
Robby had long accepted that most of his stranger fantasies would never leave the safety of his own head, but Dennis was proving that wrong.
His eagerness was infectious and it did wonderful things to Robby’s ego to know that he was the only person Dennis had ever been this open with.
Robby replied, “Yes. I have some questions, though.”
Dennis leaned forward and said, “Shoot.”
“When you say you want to be asleep- do you mean you actually want to be unconscious or are you just gonna pretend to sleep?”
“No, I want to actually be asleep.”
Dennis was already a deep sleeper, especially when he was staying at Robby’s place. He’d sink into the mattress and latch onto Robby until, by the time morning came, Robby would have peel them apart and shake him awake.
Robby frowned thoughtfully. “Is it… is it still good for you even if you’re asleep? You won’t remember it when you wake up.” Robby knew for a fact that he would enjoy it- who wouldn’t love to get their hands on Dennis’ soft, pliant body while he was unconscious?
Like my own personal fleshlight.
But he struggled to follow why Dennis would want it so badly.
Dennis bit his bottom lip. “It is. It is very good for me. Just the thought of it is enough to get me going.”
“Huh.” Robby tapped his fork against his plate.
His cheeks turned a pretty red as he quickly said, “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I know you said you’d be open to it, but if you changed your mind-”
“I didn’t change my mind. My only qualm, I guess, is that I don’t totally understand how you’ll enjoy it.”
Robby didn’t want to be the only one who got anything out of it.
“The not remembering is the fun part. It makes me feel like: oh shit, he could have done anything to me and I wouldn’t even know. Like I just exist to be fucked- even if I’m not conscious. Makes me feel… useful.” He finished off the rest of his lasagna and said, “I do wish I could see it, though. Not like- I want to be asleep during, but I do want you to tell me about it.”
An idea brewed in the back of Robby’s head. “I mean, I could record it?”
Dennis’ eyes widened. “I hadn’t even considered that.”
“If you’re okay with it, of course. I would never share it with anyone else, I promise. Any photos or videos would be between you and me and that’s it.”
Dennis smiled. “I’m cool with it. I know you’d never do that.”
Robby nodded. “Okay. So, I could record a video of me fucking you while you’re asleep?”
He watched Dennis’ pupils expand in real time. “Holy shit. That’s so hot.”
Robby crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair and said, “I just…”
Dennis' eyes shot open with concern. “What? What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. Or even if it’s just not attractive to you. I know most people probably prefer their partners to be aware and expressive.”
Robby waved him off. “It’s not that. I’m worried I’ll do something you don’t want me to and you won’t be able to tell me no or to stop the scene. At least with the other stuff we’ve done you have the ability to say ‘red’ and end things.”
He’d feel awful if he went too far past what Dennis was comfortable with. That towed the line between fun risk and just plain bad.
“I trust you.” Dennis grabbed Robby’s hand. “Okay. How about this- let’s just, let’s go over the entire thing beat by beat. Tell me exactly what you’re going to do to me and I’ll agree to it now, when I’m fully awake and aware.”
They had discussed what they were going to do in the past, but they usually kept it somewhat vague and sometimes ended up making stuff up on the spot if it felt right. There was always the clear acknowledgement that if either of them pushed it too far past what they’d agreed on, then they could stop it.
Robby nodded. As fun as it was to be surprised in the moment, he didn’t want anything to be left unclear here. Not when Dennis was putting himself in such a vulnerable position. “Alright, um. While you’re asleep I’m going to eat you out, probably?”
Dennis laced their hands together on top of the table. “That’s good. I like that. I am perfectly happy with you giving me head anytime. What else?”
Robby imagined the scene playing out in his head. “I think it would be really nice to fuck your mouth while you’re asleep.”
Dennis sat up straighter and licked his lips. “I also think that would be really nice. I’m all for it. Please do.”
“And then fuck you and y’know. Come inside you.”
“Robby, I would love nothing more than for you to come in me while I’m unconscious.”
A shot of arousal went through him from Dennis’ words. His heart was already picking up speed in his chest.
He did feel a lot better having established that baseline. “Okay…”
Dennis smiled. “See? It’s nothing more than we usually do and what you know for a fact I like. I’m only… less awake.”
“Okay. Yeah, okay. I want to do it.”
Dennis beamed. “I can’t wait. I can get the sleeping pills and I’ll bring a change of clothes here and obviously we’ll do it on a day where we don’t work the next morning- should we come up with a story? Like do I know you're there? Or do I think I'm alone? There’s only so many excuses for why I’d be staying the night at your place that we can do before it just gets ridiculously repetitive. We can pretend I’m at my place, actually- what?” He blinked at Robby. “You’re staring at me.”
He smirked. “Nothing, I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.”
“What? To have a pervert for a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
That made Dennis laugh.
Sometimes Robby still wondered what Dennis even saw in him. He could be with anyone, and he chose to be with Robby, even though he was nearly twice his age and had a suitcase full of baggage dragging him down.
It felt like nothing short of a miracle.
Robby asked, “Do you want me to be rough with you, or more gentle, since you can’t really tell me if it’s too intense?”
“Hm.” He chewed his bottom lip. “Like normal is fine, you can still mark me up and stuff. I want…” Robby could see the gears turning in his head. “I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to masturbate. Does that make sense? Treat me like a sex toy. I want to wake up dirty and-and used.”
“That’s-” Robby cleared his throat. Hot, syrupy desire pumped through him. “I can do that.”
Dennis stared down at his hands and said, “I think…” He blushed suddenly.
Robby’s eyes softened. “Hey, you can talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Well, y’know how my family was growing up.”
He knew very well. They were staunch Catholics who had a very clear idea of what Dennis was supposed to be and were deeply disappointed when he went against that.
Robby nodded and Dennis said, “I feel like I spent so long being told that wanting sex is bad that it’s kinda seared into my head? So, this, it’s out of my hands, and I don’t have that lingering guilt. I think a part of me wants sex, but I don’t want to want it? And if I’m asleep, then I sort of don’t.”
Ah. Robby understood.
Robby gestured to himself. “Come here.” Dennis walked over and Robby pulled him down so he was sat on Robby’s lap, straddling him. Robby kissed his cheek and said, “I wanna see you relaxed. I like seeing you all soft and unaware.”
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t also find the thought of taking advantage of his young intern in a vulnerable time to be deeply, deeply appealing.
Dennis slid his hands around the back of Robby’s neck. “I can do that. After all, I would never assume my Dr. Robby would ever try to touch me inappropriately.” He was joking, but Robby’s hands gripped his thighs and squeezed. His gaze darkened, and Dennis noticed.
Dennis perked up. “Does that turn you on? Hm? Maybe I didn’t even mean to take anything, maybe you slipped me something and before I know it I’m getting soooo sleepy.” He rocked against Robby’s groin.
The pressure against his clothed cock was delicious.
Robby dug his fingers into the fabric of Dennis’ pants. Dennis whispered, low and lustful, “You wanna sneak into my bedroom and fuck me while I’m asleep?” He kissed Robby, slow and wet. Robby licked into his mouth, making Dennis moan.
Dennis said, against his lips, “I’d wake up with your come inside of me and I wouldn’t even know. God, Robby, I want it so bad.”
Robby groaned, “Fuck.”
He gasped, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe I’d even get pregnant. All while so, blissfully ignorant.” He bit Robby’s bottom lip. “Didn’t even know I’d been fucked.”
Robby’s dick twitched under Dennis' ass. This kid is going to kill me.
Dennis opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by his phone pinging loudly. He grabbed his phone and frowned down at it. “Damn. Trinity’s here. I’ve got to go.”
Robby gaped at him. “Wh- seriously?” His hard cock was already straining uncomfortably against his pants.
Dennis got up off his lap and Robby mourned the loss. “I told you, I promised to help her build her new bookshelf and I’ve already flaked twice. If I put it off again she’s gonna change the locks and leave me on the street.”
Robby stared dumbfounded as Dennis grabbed his backpack and his shoes. He sputtered out, “So you’re just going to leave me here, like this?”
Dennis tied his shoes and shrugged. “You have two good hands.”
“Fuck off.”
Trinity beeped the car horn impatiently from the driveway.
Dennis smiled, pressed a chaste kiss to Robby’s lips and said, “Love you. Text me.”
“Yeah, love you.” He watched as Dennis waved him goodbye and left, closing the front door behind him.
He stared down at his prominent erection and muttered, under his breath, “Bastard.”