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Jack knew after that first night with Robby, when he woke up wrapped in his long limbs, Robby's face tucked against his chest, that he would never have the self-control to let this be just a one-time thing.
The steely restraint he'd forged under years of pressure, the discipline he'd always taken quiet pride in, unraveled the moment Robby stirred awake. His eyes blinked open slowly, lashes fluttering as he raised his head to look at Jack. There was a softness to him, an unguarded calm Jack had never seen before.
He envied it. He'd spent so long searching for that kind of peace, yearning for it, and here Robby was, feeling it so easily because of Jack.The misguided self sacrifice born from his rigorous sense of morals which had Jack ignoring his wants for so long seemed pointless now. It was so simple.
I need this, he thought. I want this.
The longing burned in his chest, lighting up his bones, refusing to be ignored. As Robby looked at him with quiet certainty, the realisation came to him with the very peace he'd been chasing all along.
He needs me too.
He wants me too.
—-
It’s a shift from hell, weeks after the first night between them. Trauma after trauma, the ED is filled to the rafters, they’re short staffed and he’s pulled in all directions. He hasn’t seen Robby in hours, the absence of him by his side making him feel empty, and well, he doesn’t have the energy to unpack whatever that feeling is right now.
One of the med students corners him as he leaves the bathroom, drying his hands on his pants because of course the dryer is busted and there’s no paper towels.
“Dr Abbot, can I get your help with a case? There’s a 35-year-old man…”
Jack cuts him off.
“Can you ask one of the residents? I need to chase ortho.” He doesn’t, not really - he needs to find Robby.
The med student trails him towards the admin desk.
“I can’t find anyone. The patent has a history of…”
“Where’s Robinavitch?” He’s feeling impatient now.
“Robby? He was in Trauma 1 with the MVA patient.”
Jack scrunches his face in confusion. That was hours ago. “Wasn’t she DOA?”
“He got her back, I think, I don’t know.” He can’t have been in there all this time.
Adams, the other attending on shift, slides up beside him. He’s newly qualified, a transfer from another hospital, and Jack doesn’t reckon much to him personally or professionally, but they need all the bodies they can get.
“Wasn’t the MVA victim dead when she came in?” Jack asks.
“She is now.” He shrugs. “Golden boy got her back for a bit, spent over an hour coding her, but, no dice. Told him it was no use but he never listens to me.”
Jack doesn’t like the obvious derision in his tone. He bites his tongue, there’s no use rising to it. He looks at the med student, who’s still there clutching a chart to his chest.
“Dr Adams can assist you.” He says, turning his back as he makes his way to the break room.
Robby is slumped in the rickety old chair by the dining table, neck craned back, face pointing at the ceiling with his eyes closed. His arms hang loose by his sides. Jack thinks he looks like an abandoned marionette puppet, waiting for his strings to be pulled.
Jack hums, a lazy greeting, and Robby sighs in response. Jack takes a second, observing how wrecked he looks and trying to ignore how desperately he wants to fix it for him.
“You know you couldn’t have done anything to save her, right? She was practically dead when she came through the door.”
“She had a pulse,” Robby says after a beat, his head dropping forward, eyes focused on his knees.
“Barely. You brought her back, but you’re not a miracle worker. Not much more you could have done.”
“Could have tried harder.”
“How? You coded her for an hour, it’s admirable you tried that hard.”
Jack takes a couple of steps towards him, knocks one of Robby's knees with his own, and watches as Robby spreads his legs a little wider to let Jack step between them.
“Don't beat yourself up, doctor. That's my job.”
Jack’s only half joking, but it pulls a laugh out of Robby, the kind of laugh which erupts from him when something catches him off guard and he forgets to be self conscious about how goofy it sounds. It's one of Jack's favorites.
Jack's hand is gentle on Robby's cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone as Robby looks up at him, eyes red rimmed, his eyelashes damp with tears. His hand snakes round the back of Robby's head, fingertips tickling at the nape of his neck before sliding up, fingers setting in his hair. He pulls him forward, and Robby lets himself be taken, bending his back until his forehead rests against Jack's stomach. Jack feels him take a deep breath in, his navel heating up when Robby exhales hard against his scrub top, and his arms meet behind the back of Jack's legs, pulling him closer while he nuzzles against Jack's belly. Jack keeps his hand in Robby's hair, stroking softly, soothing in the way he knows calms Robby down.
It's quiet in the break room, noise from the emergency room outside muffled but ever present. Jack tries to zone it all out - the beeping and the shouting and the distant crash of metal on linoleum - just listens to Robby’s breathing, the rustle of the fabric of their scrubs rubbing against each other when Robby pulls him even closer, and the little contented sigh Robby lets out after he takes another deep whiff of Jack. They stay like that, lost in each other for a few minutes, stealing a pocket of peace amongst the chaos of their surroundings.
“Are you feeling better, baby?”
Robby whines and rubs his face against Jack's stomach.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Call me ‘baby’ in the break room, it’s not fair.”
Jack tuts, tone condescending when he says, “Oh it’s not fair, poor baby.”
Part of him knows it’s coming but he still can’t hold back the groan when Robby stretches his jaw and chomps down on his belly, hard.
Jack responds with a tug of his hair, pulling a delighted giggle out of Robby. Another one of Jack’s favorite sounds.
“I’m trying to be nice and you bring the teeth out. What am I gonna do with you?”
Robby pulls back, looking up at Jack, tears dried now, his eyes soft and fond.
“Whatever you want to,” he says with a smile, so charming and bright, his cute little teeth on show, and Jack thinks, no, whatever you need.
—-
The last time he spoke to Robby was this morning, or maybe yesterday morning, he can’t seem to remember what day it is, time blurring in a haze of blood soaked surgical gowns. Robby sent him a text, “try not to miss me too much” with a stupid pink loveheart emoji, and Jack responded “won’t miss you at all”, the fucking liar.
He’s needed some fresh air for hours, taking the first lull of the shift as an opportunity to head to the roof for some quiet time alone before heading back to it and hoping the place hasn’t blown up in the 15 minutes he’s been gone.
The door to the fire escape slams shut behind him, a loud metallic clang breaking the solitude, followed by an “oop” sound he recognises all too well.
“It’s heavier than it looks,” he says, without turning around.
“Damn thing nearly took my fingers off.”
Jack laughs, eyes still fixed on the city skyline in front of him.
“That's where you say ‘But what would I do without your beautiful hands, baby?’” Robby says, and Jack can hear the little grin Robby has plastered on his face in his voice, the one he always has when he’s being a smartass, without having to see it. He feels his presence behind him, before those, yes, admittedly beautiful hands reach out, fingers gripping at the hem of Jack's t-shirt at the small of his back.
“Can you not see I'm trying to have a peaceful moment of contemplation?”
Robby steps closer, pushing his chest against Jack's back, like he’s trying to box him in, Jack's belly pressing into the guard rail.
“Thought I’d join you,” Robby says, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder. Jack sighs heavily as Robby's arms bracket him in, his hands gripping the railing.
“It’s your day off.”
“Got bored.”
Right, surely no other reason.
Robby rubs his face across the back of Jack's neck, breathing him in and letting out a murmur of appreciation.
“Musky,” he says under his breath.
“I’ve been at work for 14 hours.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it,” he says with his lips pressed beneath the sweat flattened curls at the base of Jack’s skull. “Fancy telling me why you’re grumpier than usual?”
Jack huffs, rolling his neck with a click. “I’m getting old.”
“Getting?”
“Watch your fucking mouth.”
The giggle Robby lets out tickles his skin. It calms the tension in him, coaxing the vulnerability Jack tries so desperately to hold back all the way to the surface.
“Nights are killing me lately. My body’s fucking beat, don’t even think a good nights sleep will fix me.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m not, my fucking bones…”
“Tell me all about your bones, baby.” Robby keeps kissing his neck. There’s no decorum in smooching on the roof, not at his age, but Jack lets himself indulge, just for a moment.
“You’re not funny.”
“But I’m cute, right?”
Jack's quiet, he won’t rise to the way Robby is fishing for his affections.
“Say I’m cute.”
“You’re irritating.”
“Sooo grumpy today.” He nibbles at Jack’s ear, tonguing at the freckles on the shell of it. Jack fights back a shiver.
“I’m just tired, and old. I’m tired and old and my bones are dust.”
“They don’t feel like dust when you’ve got me pinned down, fucking me dumb. Feel pretty fucking solid actually.”
Jack laughs - he’s not immune to flattery, and the praise helps a little to simmer the need to keep feeling sorry for himself.
“You’re cute,” he says, pulling Robby’s hand off the railing and raising it to his lips, kissing the back before flipping it and kissing the palm, germs from the nasty metal be damned. He adds a kiss to his pulse point for good measure, feels it thump thump thump against his lips.
---
Robby is viciously gunning for the Chief Resident spot. He’s spent weeks working doubles, taking on extra work, truly burning the candles at both ends. Jack has told him he needs to stop pushing himself so hard, because he’s already got it in the bag. Jack has read the letter of recommendation the head of department wrote for him and it’s glowing. It made him beam with pride just to read it, but he knows Robby is determined, and until he’s named officially he won’t rest.
“I haven’t seen you eat today.”
Jack stands with his hip resting against the desk, looking down at Robby, bent over the keyboard, shrimp posture as he taps away and squints at the screen. He needs to start wearing his glasses more often, he thinks, trying to school the disappointed look on his face.
“That's because I haven't.”
“You need to.”
“No time.”
“Find time.”
Robby ignores him, typing away.
He's testing Jack's patience.
“Hey,” his voice is stern as he clicks his fingers inches from Robby's face, “look at me.”
“I'm busy. I'm behind on charting, plus I have four patients with labs I’m waiting on…”
“Eyes up here.” It’s a dirty move to use his bedroom voice at work, but nothing else seems to be getting through to him.
Robby's hands pause, hovering above the keyboard, as he raises his head slowly, eyes locking on Jack’s.
“You need to eat. Don’t make me tell you again. Five minutes, come with me.”
“I don't have five…”
“Not a discussion.”
Robby rises to his feet, and Jack knows he’s following him as he walks towards the break room without looking back, insolent stomps of his feet echoing.
Jack hands him a sandwich from the fridge, it’s nothing fancy, just ham and cheese, but it’s quick and easy fuel.
“Whose sandwich is this?” Robby asks him with a confused look.
“Yours. I made it for you.”
Robby stands looking dumbfounded, holding the sandwich in both his hands.
“Sit down and eat it before I force feed you.”
Robby drops down onto the couch, peeling back the cellophane and taking a big bite.
“You put mustard on it.” He says, mouth full of food as he chews. It’s off putting, and Jack longs to admonish him, but he’ll give the kid a break this time.
“You like mustard.” Jack says, sitting down beside him, massaging his leg above the prosthesis. He’s been on his feet too long and it’s starting to swell, those telltale shooting pains through his residual limb an early warning to take it easy.
“You don’t.” Robby says, taking another bite.
“So? People like different things.”
“Which means, you bought mustard for me.” Robby smiles at him, crumbs littering the front of his scrubs.
Jack swats a hand at him to brush them away. Robby catches his wrist.
“That’s really sweet, Jack.”
“Shut up.”
“Like, it’s almost romantic.”
“Mustard is not romantic. It’s disgusting. Brush your teeth before you even think about kissing me.” Robby drops Jack's hand, and it falls onto his thigh. Jack makes no effort to move it, letting it linger there.
“Is your leg bothering you?” Robby asks, mouth full of food again.
“No.”
“You’re grimacing.” Jack turns away from him.
“It’s fine.”
“Stay here for a while. Rest your leg. I’ll cover for you.”
“You just said you don’t have time.”
Robby shrugs as he stands, scrunches the cellophane in his hand, and dunks it in the trash can from across the room.
“Got time for you.”
He leans down, pecks Jack on the lips, close mouthed and chaste.
Jack chases his lips when he pulls away.
“Your breath fucking stinks,” he says, reclining back on the couch and elevating his leg, as Robby lets the door slam closed behind him, face breaking into a smile.
---
It’s been weeks since they each had a day off at the same time, and Jack wants to make it count.
“How does that feel? Too tight?” He finishes the knot on the silk restraints tied to Robby’s wrists, tugging on the fabric attaching it to the headboard to test the slack. Robby wiggles his hands around.
“It’s good…feels good.”
He’d asked Robby a few nights ago how he’d feel about being tied up, and the answer had been enthusiastically yes, but Robby had been on his knees in front of Jack while he sat on the couch, jerking off in front of his face when he asked, so he asked again over dinner the next night just to be sure.
Robby's hair looks so fluffy, hair fanned across the pillow as Jack looks down from his kneeling position next to him on the bed. He reaches his hand down to run his fingers through it and Robby smiles at him, turning his head to kiss the delicate skin of Jack’s wrist. Jack huffs a laugh, pulling his hand back, and Robby follows him with a snap of his teeth.
“Oh, you’re bitey today. Noted.” Jack’s fingertips of his left hand trace along Robby’s jawline, so gentle and feather light, the peach fuzz of stubble on his face ticking Jack’s skin. When his thumb brushes across Robby’s bottom lip, the man under him sighs, breath hot against Jack’s skin.
“You’re going to be good for me though aren’t you, my sweet boy?” Robby nods at him.
“And you know what to say if you want to stop.”
“I’m not gonna need it.” Robby scoffs, fingers flexing against the pillow.
“Say it for me.”
Robby licks his lips. “Asystole,” he purrs.
“There we go, good boy.”
Jack ducks his head, grey curls brushing the side of Robby’s face as his presses kisses against his neck, barely there pecks, his lips grazing the blush already blooming on Robby’s skin. The dusky pink hue, which has quickly become his new favorite colour makes his lips quirk, and it’s a struggle to fight back a smile. The tip of his tongue flirts with Robby’s earlobe as Robby practically purrs, preening under Jack’s attention. With his lips so close to Robby’s ear, the “My good boy” he whispers makes the hair on the back of Robby's neck stand up.
His hand caresses across Robby’s chest, thumb brushing a nipple before his hand moves lower resting on his hip, Jack’s fingers gripping the soft flesh there. He raises his head, eyes scanning the long line of Robby’s body, from his toes all the way back up to his face.
“Look at you, so pretty.”
Jack loves seeing him like this, body still, his breathing steady, the anticipation building within him shown in the way his pupils start to blow. He can see the little beads of sweat start to form on his chest, and Jack doesn’t have quite enough self restraint not to lean in and catch them on the tip of his tongue. His tongue follows a path down Robby’s navel, stopping at the scattered hair below his belly button, his lips meeting Robby’s skin in a series of gentle kisses.
It isn’t lost on him, the way Robby’s thighs open a little wider when Jack’s hand grazes across his hip, fingertips light as they slide backwards to brush against the side of his ass. He can feel Robby getting squirmy beneath his lips, always so needy for more no matter how much Jack gives him. He moves down, teeth, tongue, and lips focusing their attention on Robby’s thighs, hand sliding across the delicate skin on the inside of them. Jack loves how twitchy Robby gets whenever he indulges himself in the silky soft skin there. He’s so sensitive all over, and Robby wastes no time at all whining when Jack sinks his teeth into him, high up on his inner thigh, so close to his dick that Jack’s exhale through his nose ghosts against his balls.
“Harder.” Robby sighs, and Jack responds with a hum of acknowledgement, still gripping Robby between his teeth. “Bite harder.”
Jack pulls back, thumb rubbing over the indentation of his bite mark soothingly, spreading his saliva across his handiwork.
“What happened to ‘please’?” Jack tuts, Robby answering him with a whimper.
Jack settles himself in the space between Robby’s legs, looking down at him with a quirk of his eyebrow. Robby stares back at him - it’s sweet how he thinks fluttering his eyelashes at him will get him what he wants.
“Please” he says, voice sultry and low, but the slight hint of sarcasm won’t do.
“Still giving attitude with your hands tied up, maybe I need to gag you too.”
“Then how will you hear me moaning for you?” Robby says, tilting his head just so.
“That’s the only thing I wanna hear, princess.”
He takes Robby’s ankle, pushes his leg back towards his chest, and brings his foot towards his own face. His lips meet the sole of his foot, kissing softly, once, twice, before Robby starts to try and wriggle from his grasp. Jack laughs, pulling his leg back and tightening his grip.
“Oh, you’re ticklish?” Robby shakes his head, but he’s still squirming.
“Seems like you are, sweetheart.” He punctuates his sentence by pressing the flat of his tongue against the heel of his foot and licking a long wet stripe up to his toes.
Robby squeaks out his name as he shifts, trying to twist away from him. “Stop, I’ll fucking safeword, you sadistic bastard.”
“But you said you didn’t need the safeword, baby, remember?” The condescension drips from his tone as he drops Robby’s foot. “Now I’ve got a secret weapon the next time you misbehave.”
Robby’s laugh is music to his ears, light and airy, as he crowds over him, hands dancing up his ribs, before leaning down and catching the tail end of the laugh in his mouth. He slides his tongue across Robby’s, sucks his bottom lip and pulls back when Robby gasps.
“Look how hard you are already, I’ve barely touched you.” His eyes linger on Robby’s dick, laying against his stomach, full and fat. It’s a beautiful sight, tip wet and dark pink, twitching when Jack massages his hips with his thumbs.
Jack knows he’s teasing too much, but he’s enjoying himself, the little sighs and gasps Robby gives him serving as fuel to rile him up. He’s only half hard himself, but he’s not terribly concerned with his own dick yet, not when Robby’s looks so desperate for attention.
The thumb of his right hand brushes the underside of the shaft, skin barely making contact, but Robby’s dick still twitches towards him in interest. He catches Robby’s eyes with his own as he wraps his fingers around it, thumb settling on the underside of the head and grazing just once. He watches Robby’s eyes flutter close, mouth opening just slightly in a silent moan, as he leans his head down and dribbles spit onto the tip, using his thumb to mix it with the pre-come starting to leak from the slit. He gives a teasing pump of the shaft, grip loose, getting the skin nice and wet, and adds another when Robby’s eyes shoot open, focusing on the movement of Jack’s hand.
He feels Robby’s hips lift just slightly off the mattress, trying to chase his touch, and shakes his head at him. Robby doesn’t need words to know that’s an order, not a request. He keeps his hand still on Robby’s dick, feeling it fill up more by the second, while his other hand reaches towards Robby’s face, fingertips landing on Robby’s still parted lips.
“Get my fingers wet, princess.” Robby catches his fingertips between his lips, leans his head forward to take more as Jack pushes three of his fingers into Robby’s mouth, his tongue hot against the digits as he sucks, the tip of his tongue massaging between them, spit starting to drip down onto Jack’s palm.
“That’s it, good boy.” He removes his fingers with a pop, releasing his hold on Robby’s dick and replacing it with his now wet hand, gliding up and down, up and down, as Robby whines his name above him.
Jack could do this all day - teasing Robby with the faintest of pressure and the slowest of movement, delighting in how needy his little whimpers sound, how his stomach muscles tense from the effort not to grind up into Jack’s hand. He knows it would take him a while to come like this, a barely there handjob might not even be enough, but that’s not the point - having him like this, at his mercy, full of want and so desperate for Jack to touch him, why would Jack rush that? Twenty years ago Jack would have had him bent over and crying into the pillow by now, but age has taught him to savor the good things, and that’s something Robby needs to learn too.
Jack finds himself getting lost in it, the slow and steady glide of his hand up and down Robby’s shaft, the soft schlick schlick schlick sounds complimented by Robby’s breathy moans. He finds himself grounded by the press of Robby’s thighs against the sides of his legs, feeling how they tense and relax, over and over.
He hears Robby stutter his name, and answers with a hum.
“A little…god, a little tighter, please.”
“No.”
“I said please.”
“No,” he says, sterner this time.
“Jack.”
He stops moving all together, eyes landing on Robby’s face, sweat at his hairline starting to make his hair stick up adorably.
“You think you know better than me, princess? Don’t tell me how to play with my toy.”
Robby whimpers, eyes falling shut as his head falls back against the pillow. Jack releases his hand, resting both his hands on his own thighs, and the sudden loss of contact makes Robby start to shift again, hips grinding up into air, thighs squeezing against Jack, his knees bending, feet flat against the bed as he tries to move and push his dick closer to him.
There’s a sharp crack as Jack slaps his palm down against Robby’s thigh, followed by Robby hissing.
“Stop squirming. Do I have to tie your legs down too?”
Robby shakes his head, mutters “sorry”, and settles.
There’s two versions of Robby when he gets like this, needy and so desperate to come. Sometimes he’ll crack, spit out a jibe at Jack with a glint in his eyes, like he’s itching for a fight. Other times he falls deeper under Jack’s control, his eyes big, wet, and pleading as he whimpers, soft little whines leaving his lips, melting like putty in Jack’s hands. Jack’s almost an expert at guessing what version he’s going to get, can read the signs and play into it, push and push until Robby gives in either way. Despite Robby’s posturing earlier, there’s no bite today.
Jack shuffles further down the bed, settling on his stomach between Robby’s legs, resting his head down on Robby’s thigh as he breathes out against his balls, before leaning in and breathing in the musk of them. Robby gasps, and Jack hears the headboard creak as Robby pulls against the restraints.
“Stay still. Don’t make me tell you again.”
He licks from Robby’s balls to the tip of his dick, sucking the head between his lips and flattening his tongue on the underside. Robby tastes salty, his dick impossibly hot in Jack’s mouth as he takes him half way down the shaft before pulling back. He takes him to the base this time, and Robby croaks a deep shuddering “oh, god,” when Jack pulls back and does it again. He knows Robby likes it slow - he likes it when Jack takes his time carving out space for him in his mouth, so Jack indulges him a little. He suckles on the head, running his tongue round and round before taking him back in his mouth, slow bobs as he takes Robby’s cock deeper and deeper each time. He can feel it pulsing in his mouth, and Jack knows he’s got maybe a minute of this before Robby shoots into his throat. He doesn’t think he's earned it quite yet. Jack pulls away, wiping spit from his mouth with the back of his hand. Robby is panting, making sounds Jack thinks might be words but he’s not 100% sure.
“Breathe, honey.” He coos, “Get your words out.”
“You’re…” Robby takes a deep breath, “You’re so fucking good at that, I was so, so fucking close.”
“I know, that’s why I stopped.”
“I promise I won’t, I won’t, I just need to feel your mouth again, please.”
Jack laughs, short and patronising, “Can you guess what my answer is?”
Robby flexes his hands and rolls his head to the side, his voice soft, “No?”
Jack winks at him, “Smart boy.”
“I’ve been so good,” Robby whines.
“Oh, I know, princess, and I’m gonna reward you.”
He shifts up the bed, straddling Robby’s chest, his hand brushing the hair off his forehead as Robby looks up at him, eyes dark and reverent. The way they track Jack’s movement as he fists his dick inches from Robby’s face is hopeful, wanting, and he doesn’t wait for instruction to open his mouth, and stick out his tongue.
Jack hums a noise of appreciation as he taps the head on Robby’s waiting tongue, and can’t hold back the moan which follows when Robby leans forward to take it between his lips. He lifts himself just slightly, feeding more of his dick into Robby’s mouth, and Robby sighs around it, his tongue lolling against the underside just the way Jack likes. He lets Robby take the reins for a moment, watching the way he strains to reach forward, sucking Jack down as far as the angle allows, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back and circling the head with his tongue, kissing it wet and sloppy. His hand fists in Robby’s hair, pulling him forward, directing him to take him in his mouth again.
“There you go, I know you can take it deeper. I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” Robby shows him how right he is, sliding Jack between his lips, all the way to the grey curls at the base, swallowing as he relaxes his throat.
“Wish you could see yourself like this…you’re so fucking pretty.” He brushes a fingertip across the little constellation of freckles across Robby’s nose, moving to brush the tear leaking from his eye across his cheekbone as he pumps him slowly with his mouth.
“Knock against the headboard twice if it’s too much, okay?” He exhales, thumb and forefinger on either side of Robby’s nostrils. He nods, the head of Jack’s dick brushing against his soft palate. Jack feels the sharp inhale when he presses Robby’s nostrils close, his mouth constricting so tight around his cock, pulling a deep groan from his chest. His hips grind forward, pushing his full length into Robby’s throat, dick pulsing when he sees tears spring to the corners of his eyes, matched by the pulse of Robby’s tongue. He thrusts back and forth, no real force behind it, just letting Robby’s tongue and throat massage his cock, the suction firm and tense, before settling all the way in, pubes tickling his own fingers when they press against Robby’s nose. He finishes his internal count to ten before he releases his nostrils, and Robby inhales deeply, oxygen and the smell of Jack flooding his lungs.
“Good job,” he breathes, pulling back, his cock leaving Robby’s mouth with a wet pop and bouncing in the air.
“Again,” Robby gasps, straining to get him back in his mouth.
“Jesus, you’re such a slut.” He takes hold of Robby’s face, sliding his thumb in his mouth, and Robby sucks hard.
“Turn over.” He feels Robby wriggle beneath him, trying to shift and turn his body between Jack’s legs, but Jack’s heavier, his weight pressing down on Robby’s chest. Jack lifts on his knees.
“Come on, you’re not trying hard enough.” Robby somehow manages to flip, the restraints twisting, giving him less slack and pulling his hands further towards the headboard.
“There you go.” Jack says, getting a hand in Robby’s hair - it’s starting to curl slightly where sweat is pooling at the nape of his neck and after running his hands through it a few times Jack grabs a fistfull at the crown and tugs. His hair is always so soft, and Jack can smell his citrus shampoo when he leans forward to nibble at Robby’s earlobe.
“Can I…can I have a kiss, please?” Robby’s voice is soft and shy as he turns his head.
“Of course, baby.”
Robby breathes out “thank you”, as Jack captures his lips, giving him just the lightest hint of pressure, hand still fisted in his hair. Robby swipes his tongue across Jack’s bottom lip, and Jack answers with his own, licking into Robby’s mouth.
“I can taste my cock on your tongue, sweetheart.” He says with a smirk as he pulls back, and Robby’s cheeks start to pink up, embarrassed like he wasn’t begging for Jack to keep fucking his face minutes ago.
Jack moves himself beside Robby, a gentle tap on his ass as he says “Up on your knees”, and watches fondly as Robby moves those long legs of his so he’s bent over, face down with his ass in the air. He leans in to bite at the fat of his ass, the little gasp and whine Robby lets out only slightly muffled by the pillow.
He loves seeing Robby’s body relax when he gets him like this - a position which should feel vulnerable and exposed only seems to drain Robby of his self consciousness, a sense of ease coming over him knowing how Jack admires him, how safe he is with him.
He takes his time opening him up like this, lube dripping down his palm and down Robby’s thighs as he works one, then a second finger into his hole. Robby’s mewls for him, breathy little whines mixed with his name. He can see Robby’s fists tensing and flexing, his blunt fingernails leaving crescent marks in his palms. He starts to beg, a series of please please please drooled against the pillow.
“What’s the matter, princess? Do you need another finger?”
“I need you inside me.”
“I am.” He punctuates with a scissor of his fingers.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Jack slides his fingers in and out, increasing the tempo a fraction.
“Isn’t that what I’m already doing?”
He hears Robby huff as he crooks his fingers and rubs teasingly at his prostate.
“Oh, fuck…I need your cock, please. Please.”
Jack adds another finger, grinds all three deep.
“Ohhh, then why didn’t you say that?” His tone mocking. Robby looks at him over his shoulder, eyes glassy.
“I need it, I’m ready.”
Jack smirks at him. “What if I’m not ready? What if I’m quite happy fucking you with my fingers, huh? You’re greedy.”
Robby makes a noise of frustration as he shoves his face back into the pillow.
“Greedy little slut, always wanting more.” He tuts as he removes his fingers, slicking his dick with lube as he raises to his knees. He spreads Robby’s cheeks with both hands, spitting down onto this hole, before smacking a palm down hard on his ass, the force of it jolting Robby as he moans.
“Stay still, honey.” He notches the head of his cock against Robby’s rim, watches as it flutters in anticipation.
“There you go, that’s my good boy.”
Robby whines as the tip breaches the rim, and Jack bites his bottom lip to fight back the groan threatening to burst out of him. He’s in no rush tonight, wants to work Robby up until he’s begging again, so he gives him just the first two inches, slow shallow thrusts back and forth, tortuous for them both. He feels Robby’s thighs start to shake, his hips shifting, desperate to grind back. Jack watches as he lifts himself onto his elbows, his back arching beautifully, and he sighs at the sight, his perfect boy with perfect posture, just how he taught him.
Jack doesn’t think Robby even realises what he’s doing when he pushes his ass back closer to him, forcing Jack’s cock further inside, he’s just that needy, craving him so badly.
“I said, stay still.” He slaps his palm against Robby’s ass, so hard the red hand print rivals the blush blooming on his back.
“M’sorry, sorry.”
Jack pushes all the way in, grinds his hips deliciously deep.
“Don’t move, just feel it. You feel how thick I am inside you? Feel how well you take it?”
Robby nods his head, “uh huh” falling from his parted lips.
“You’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you. I could fuck you ten times a day and you’d still grip me so…” He pulls out, grinds back in slow and hard, “...fucking tight.”
Robby is biting his own forearm, making sweet little whimpering sounds.
“Oh princess, you just drool all over your arm while I fuck you, that’s okay.”
He sets a punishing pace, thrusting with a metronomic rhythm, pounding hard with his balls slapping against Robby’s ass. The sound of skin slapping is drowned out by the way Robby groans, loud and throaty, barely catching a breath.
“God, you were made for this. Stop fucking whining princess, you were begging me to fuck you earlier, remember?”
Robby squeaks after a particularly hard thrust, sliding forward.
“Don’t fucking run away from me, you think I’m gonna give it to you easy? I know you can take it.”
“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Robby's voice is strained, trembling.
“You close, baby?” Robby’s answering whine says more than words could.
“I know, I can feel it, you’re like a fucking vice, holy shit.” It takes all of Jack’s willpower to stop, settling deep inside Robby, his cock throbbing.
“Ohhh, Jack, please, god, please.”
“Not yet.” He wipes a hand across his chest, sweat dripping off his palm.
Robby is begging again, his hand reaching back and gripping Jack’s thigh, trying to pull him even deeper.
That…that shouldn’t be there.
Jack’s laugh burst out of him, an incredulous sound. “Oh, you sneaky little fucker, how’d you get out?”
“I didn’t…didn’t mean to.” Robby looks back at him, those big brown eyes glazed. The sight makes Jack’s dick pulse again, and he knows Robby can feel it too when he whines.
“But you didn’t say anything, did you? Nuh uh.” He tuts, pulling back, pressing a hand on the small of Robby’s back and pushing down.
“Flat on your stomach, now.”
Robby obliges, of course he does, because even when he fights and pushes, he still never says no to Jack.
“Hands behind your back.”
Jack pulls the restraints from the headboard, looping them around Robby’s wrists, constricting them and pulling tight. Robby hisses when the fabric digs into his skin.
“I’m not taking chances this time, princess. I was too soft on you before.”
He affects a gentle tone in his voice, a mocking imitation of himself.
“Does that feel good baby? Is it too tight? Give me a fucking break.”
There’s no slack in them this time, looped round and round Robby’s wrists like handcuffs. Jack straddles the back of his thighs before sliding back inside him in one forceful thrust.
“You gonna behave this time?” He asks with a cruel grind of his hips.
He thinks he hears Robby say yes, but he’s not sure.
“Speak up, I asked you a question.” He thrusts in again, pounding into him.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Oh, well. This is something new.
Jack doesn’t hate it. He can tell Robby feels embarrassed by the way his shoulders tense, and that won’t do. He fucks him with force, undulating his hips in the way which always makes Robby whimper the loudest.
“What was that? Hmm? What did you say?”
Robby squeaks, his face shoved into the pillow, a chorus of please’s dampened by the fabric.
“Oh, please please please, you hear yourself? Hear how desperate you sound? You’re such a whore. Daddy’s little whore, isn’t that right?”
Jack feels the way Robby’s body shakes as he groans, pressing his face ever deeper into the pillow. Jack grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls, yanking his head back.
“No, no hiding now, I heard you, princess. Tell me how good it feels when Daddy fucks you like this.”
“It’s…god, it’s so…so fucking good. No one…no one fucks me like you, Daddy.”
Jack tries to hide how that makes him feel, but he thinks the way his cock fills up fatter may be telling on him.
“It feels good, baby? Come on, you’re a smart boy, you can do better than that.”
“Fuck, s’perfect, you’re so perfect…f-feels like…I was made to be filled by you.”
“You were, my clever boy fucked stupid on Daddy’s dick.”
Robby sputters yeah yeah yeah in time with Jack’s thrusts as he bends his body forwards, chest and belly pressing against Robby’s back. Robby turns his head to the side to look at him, eyes fighting to stay open.
“Open your mouth.” Jack says, hand cradling Robby’s jaw.
Jack spits when he does, saliva falling from his lips and dropping onto Robby’s tongue with a wet sound.
Robby moans “Thank you” as he swallows.
Jack flips them onto their sides, left foot planted on the bed for leverage to grind up into Robby. He grips the back of Robby’s thigh and pushes until it meets his chest, opening him wider and deepening the angle. Robby’s hands are clenched into fists where they press into Jacks’s stomach.
“You’re so good for me, baby.” He pants against the back of Robby’s head. “Love when you let me use you like this.”
He feels Robby tighten at his words, cock hot and heavy against Jack’s leg. Jack knows he’s hitting the right spot when Robby shivers, head thrown back so hard he almost clocks Jack right on the nose.
“Easy, easy, I got you.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Robby pleads, and Jack can’t help the laugh which surges out of him.
“Don’t stop? I’ve barely fucking started, why would I stop?”
He grinds his hips roughly, precise in his movements, reading Robby’s cues and following his silent instructions. Jack gives an internal thanks to the SSRI’s he takes, sorry for how he used to curse the way they make him take so long to come, because he could do this all night now, and isn’t that a blessing?
“I know you’re close, honey, I can feel it. You can come for me, can’t you?”
Robby nods, whimpers and grinds his hips down hard to meet Jack’s pelvis.
“Come on, let go for me.” Jack sinks his teeth into the freckles on Robby’s shoulder as Robby’s orgasm builds, a yell of Jack’s name rushing from his lips as he shoots ribbons across both their thighs. Jack doesn’t stop fucking into him until Robby’s head falls forward and his breathing starts to settle.
“Good fucking job, look at the mess you made, princess.”
Jack manoeuvres him onto his back, straddling his hips and gesturing to the spattering of come on his thigh.
“You gonna help clean me up?”
Jack rubs his shoulder when Robby angles himself toward him, bending down and licking a long stripe up Jack’s skin.
“That’s it, baby, there you go.”
Robby continues licking even after Jack is clean, plastering kisses on Jack as Jack massages between his shoulder blades.
“I want you to ride me, need you bouncing on my dick.”
Robby beams at him, eyes tracking him intently as he moves on the bed, resting back on his haunches.
“Come on, turn around and bring your pretty ass to me.”
Jack’s breathing deepens when Robby mounts him, panting as he grips his cock and lines it up with Robby’s hole before he sinks all the way down with a gasp. He doesn’t let Jack catch his breath before he’s working himself on Jack’s length, quick and dirty. Jack can feel his balls tauten already - the desperate way Robby rides him, his hips gyrating to grind Jack’s cock deep inside him, it’s perfect, bringing Jack right to the edge too quick.
“Slow down, fuck, slow down.” He slaps a palm on Robby’s chest, gripping his pec and pulling him close, his other hand squeezing at his hip.
“You can’t take it?” Robby pants, his hips dragging back and forth unhurriedly.
“What do I have to do to fuck the attitude outta you, huh?” The hand resting on his pec reaching up and gripping his throat.
Robby continues his movements, working Jack in and out of his hole, fingers brushing against the sparse hair on his belly, his blunt nails scratching lightly,
“Need you to fill me up, need you dripping out of me.”
“Yeah?” Jack pants, raising on his knees slightly, his cock pushing deeper and making Robby’s hips stutter. Robby answers with a whiny yeah, as Jack licks from his shoulder to his neck, stopping behind his ear. He paws at Robby’s face, gripping his jaw and turning his face towards him. The angle is awkward, but Robby doesn’t seem to mind, looking at Jack longingly.
“Look in my eyes, I want your eyes fixed on me when you watch it leave me.”
Robby whimpers, biting his bottom lip, his adorable buck teeth pressing down so hard Jack thinks he may have to kiss blood off them soon.
Jack babbles praise at him, so good, so perfect, that’s my good boy, spurring Robby on.
“Oh shitttt, goddamn, that’s it.” He feels the spark, heat burning deep in his core, and his cock throbs as he fills Robby to the brim, his eyelids drooping, eyes rolling back. Robby keeps milking it out of him, those doe eyes admiring Jack as he comes, all for him. Jack’s skin is tingling, a slight shake in his hands as he releases his hold on Robby, pulling the knots from the restraints and freeing Robby’s hands. He can see the skin is red from where they’ve been digging in, and mentally makes a note to get some ice on them later.
He moves Robby onto his back, crowding over him, kissing him over and over with gasping breaths. Robby’s lips are soft and wet, and Jack sucks his bitten bottom lip between his, soothing it with his tongue. He feels Robby’s dick, hard again and pressing into his belly, pinned between them.
“Look at that.” Jack says with affection as he leans back, taking Robby in hard and rubbing the head with his thumb.
Robby has lost his words now, watching Jack's hands move as he works him root to tip, before mirroring the movement when he takes him in his mouth. The yell he lets out makes Jack glad he doesn’t have neighbours on this side of the house. Jack works two fingers in his hole as he sucks him, pushing his spend back in as he massages Robby’s sensitive walls. He takes it slow, tongue stroking Robby’s delicate skin, and Robby comes again with no warning, little spurts hitting the back of Jack’s throat. He swallows around Robby, not letting up on the way he takes him deep, increasing the pressure as he bobs. Robby is quiet now, too quiet, so when two gentle raps of Robby’s knuckles against the headboard sound out in the room, he hears it loud and clear.
“Too much?” He asks when he pulls back, hand resting gently on his hips as he rubs his thumbs tenderly.
“Just…just….” Robby pants with overstimulation. Jack doesn't goad him, giving him time to get his words out. “So fucking sensitive, too…don’t touch my dick, s’too much.”
The pride swells in Jack, it’s so cute when he says what he needs.
“Is this okay?” Jack asks, his fingers moving inside Robby, so slick with lube and Jack’s come.
“Yeah.” Robby sighs. “Feels good, love feeling you inside me.”
“Shit, baby, you got me stiff again so fast,” Jack laughs incredulously.
Jack hasn’t gotten hard again so fast in a long, long time but his dick is full and thick and twitching already. He slips back inside Robby, his back arching off the bed as Jack bottoms out.
“I’ll go slow, honey, just lay there looking pretty for me.”
Robby loops his arms around Jack’s neck and pulls him close, wrapping his long legs around Jack’s hips to keep him deep. There’s no finesse in the way Jack fucks him now, all sloppy thrusts and deep grinds as he chases the feeling of Robby wrapped tight around him.
They kiss each other, messy and uncoordinated, breathing each other in as sweat drips from Jack’s forehead onto Robby’s face. It creeps up on Jack this time, coming before he even feels it build, painting Robby’s insides as it wrecks through him, his thighs shaking as he drops himself onto Robby’s chest with a groan.
The afterglow burns around them. Robby’s hands are gentle as he rubs Jack’s back, his legs still wrapped around him. Jack kisses his neck, tastes the salty mixture of both their sweat on his lips, sucking a hickey on his clavicle as he regulates his breathing.
He loves these moments, when Robby lays loose beneath him, satiated and full, their bodies so close it starts to feel like their heartbeats might sync.
“So…” Jack starts - he hears Robby hum, and feels his chest vibrate with it.
“‘Daddy’, huh?” He says with a nip of his teeth to Robby’s jaw.
“Oh, don’t.” Robby grumbles, turning his head away from Jack.
“Little cliche, don’t you think?”
“You liked it, you old pervert.”
“I’m the pervert?” Jack says, moving to catch Robby’s eyes. “Me?”
His face is serious before breaking into a slow grin, eyes crinkling.
Robby tilts his chin teasingly. “You’ve corrupted me.”
“You called me Daddy all on your own, sweetheart. No corruption needed.”
He moves to pull out but Robby keeps him locked in with his legs, making a noise of disapproval, so Jack settles again.
“You know…”
“Oh, you’re still talking, I thought we were having a nice quiet moment, but go on.” Robby says playfully.
“Don’t be mean to Daddy, kitten.”
“Ugh!” Robby yelps, “Asystole, fucking asystole.”
Jack fights back a giggle as he burrows his head into the crook of Robby’s neck, the sound of Robby’s laugh ringing out around him, exactly what he wanted to hear.