robby who just can't help himself when he sees his sleepy little pup passed out on his sheets, breathing soft, pink lips parted.
panting as he carefully feeds his cock into that pretty little mouth, biting back a groan as dennis whines a little in his sleep, tongue lazily moving against the velvety skin. it doesn't take long for dennis to stir at the intrusion, minding his teeth as he starts to suckle, eyes bleary and welling with tears already.
oh, sweet boy, daddy's sorry, robby murmurs, huffing out little moans under his breath as he rocks his hips, easing into that tight, wet, welcoming throat, a perfect little puppyhole for him to stuff his dick in. looked so fuckin cute all asleep like that, couldn't help m'self... jeeesuuus, just like that, den, fuck... good boy, good dog. so goddamn cute...
dennis can only take it, only whine, sucking sloppy and wet around the thick cock invading his senses, slobbery puppy kisses. he feels sleepy still, fuzzy-headed with his mouth full, content to let owner take whatever he needs from him. he knows his place, the leather around his neck reminds him of it. he responds to praise and commands, he's available for owner's every use. a kept little fuckpet.
den's poor pussy clenches around nothing, and he feels himself leaking slick onto daddy's sheets. his hips mindlessly start to rut, getting a little friction of his hard little tdick, making him moan around daddy's dick. robby praises him, strained and gravelly, a hand cupping the back of den's head as he cums down the pup's throat. fuuuck, look at you, humping my fuckin mattress... got so horny and needy just from sucking daddy's cock, huh? yeah? does puppy like his mouth full? ohh, good boy, good boyyy. <3
Trinity is an over the clothes sex connoisseur. She’s spent half her life feeling shitty about herself, so she learned how to get herself off over her clothes. This would become very useful in her career as a doctor, especially when she starts dating the very busy ED attending.
Baran is a busy woman, always having something going on: she still helps out at the VA when she can, she does fucking pilates and has a book club once a month, and thats not even mentioning her ex husband and kids and her fucking job.
And dating a woman as amazing and talented as Baran is fucking hot, but it also means that, sometimes, there isn’t enough time for intimacy and Trinity gets pent up. Which leads her to doing something stupid, like pressing Baran against the bathroom door and pressing her palm to the older womans pussy, kissing her neck as she grinds the heel of her hand against her clit. Trinity can’t feel how wet she is through the fabric (not yet anyway), but she can feel the warmth radiating from her cunt, and that’s more than enough.
Baran is gasping and moaning through the hand clasped over her mouth, right in Trinity’s ear as she grinds down, desperate for pressure. And Trinity knows Baran by now, knows what gets her off, knows that she likes something inside her when she comes. And maybe Trinity is just being a bitch because she’s been missing sex, the proper in-bed, loud-enough-to-piss-off-the-neighbours kind that their schedules haven’t allowed, but she knows she isn’t going to give that to Baran, knows that she’s going to keep her palm where it is.
Well, that was the plan until her wrist was grabbed and moved out of the way. Trinity is half prepared for a scolding on inappropriate workplace behaviour, waiting for the disappointed “Dr Santos” that will have her head spinning for hours. But then she’s smiling so sweetly, and Trinity believes everything is fine until she’s flipped around.
Their positions have been twisted, so now Trinity’s back is pressed against the door, but Baran does not set her arms free, pinning both above her head, a tight grip around both wrists.
Trinity is breathless with it, and Baran looks as serene and perfect as ever, the only tell that she’s as desperate as Trinity is the deep hunger in her dark eyes. A shiver runs up her spine and her head leans forward, breathless and wanting, and Baran just smiles.
“Ah ah ah,” she tuts, dodging Trinity’s attempt at a kiss, “I wasn’t finished.”
Trinity wriggles her wrist from where it’s pinned, but is unable to break free. Baran doesn’t want it anyway, and she uses her foot to knock one of Trinity’s legs forward. She straddles the thigh easily, taking a few testing grinds before she finds her rhythm.
Trinitys thigh grows warm with friction as Baran gets herself off, and the wanting whines that slip from the residents mouth are muted compared to the moans Baran is letting out, muffled this time by pressing her mouth to Trinity’s collarbone.
Trinity feels her eyes well up, her own hips canting, desperate for some kind of friction - surely she can reach Baran’s thigh, surely she’s allowed to, right? - but a firm squeeze to her wrist has her stopping her motions, remaining still and wanting as she gets her mommy off. She ignores the electric want pulsing through her and the growing dampness in her pants, and is good for her mommy.
The tears only begin to slip down her face as Baran gets sloppier in her movements, loosening her grip on Trinity’s wrist, murmuring “so good, so fucking good for me baby, oh god! So good for mommy,” sloppily against her chest (Trinity won’t be surprised if she has drool on her scrubs), before a final, drawn out moan reverberates against her skin and Baran’s movements stop, falling forward and tucking her head into Trinity’s neck, finally setting her wrists free as she works on regaining her balance.
Once Baran has caught her breath, she peels herself off from where she had all but collapsed on Trinity, briefly moves to the mirror to check her appearance, making sure there’s not a hair out of place or evidence of her orgasm on her scrubs, and, once satisfied, gently manoeuvres Trinity out of the way, offering a small, wicked smile. “Great work today, Doctor Santos. I’ll see you tomorrow,” are the only words exchanged before Trinity is left alone in the bathroom with soaked through underwear and an unscratched itch.
dennis whitaker all dressed up in lingerie for a certain attending's birthday....
it's a plan he makes with trinity- or rather, trinity turns to him with a cunning little grin one day and says, "hey huckleberry, you know what i think the old man might *really* want for his birthday?". they go from there.
that's how he ends up laid out on his and robby's bed, covered in blue lace, trying to shift so that the erection that he already had wasn't *too* obscene in the little panties he was currently donning- though that seemed like a lost cause by now. he'd told robby to come up to the bedroom when he got in, saying that he had a "birthday surprise" for the older man waiting for him. considering dennis had never before shown even vague interest in lingerie, surprise was certainly one word for what robby was going to get.
when dennis's boyfriend, the birthday boy as it were, opened the door and called out for him, the younger shifted just slightly, splaying his legs more and pushing his chest out, eager to show off exactly what robby surely wanted to see. there was a thud as robby dropped the bag he was holding onto the floor. dennis looked up from below batting eyelids to see robby's jaw hanging open and his eyes wide as saucers.
"dennis...."
his voice was breathy and hoarse. his boyfriend looked like a vision. a really fucking sexy vision. the panties and matching bralette and choker framed his boy perfectly. his panties were small and slung pretty low on his hips, and robby could see dennis's sweet little cock straining and leaking through the fabric, leaving a distinct wet patch that he wanted to lick and suck at. his chest was shown off by the bralette which cupped dennis's chest just enough to give the slight suggestion of cleavage, and had the boy's rock hard nipples clearly peeking through the lace. the choker sat on his neck and a little silver tag swayed with his boyfriend's breaths, glinting in the light. oh god, he needed him.
"....happy birthday, robby?"
robby didn't break eye contact with dennis for a second as he shrugged off his jacket and his hands fell to his belt to fumble with it and get open, letting his trousers fall down his legs when he finally released it. dennis didn't let the cheeky smile drop off his face for a second, squirming more on the sheets to show off his body to the man whose gaze was fixed on him like he was a magnetic.
when robby was finally naked, dennis practically licked his lips at the sight of robby's cock bobbing between his legs, hard and thick and weeping precum from the tip. he tried not to press his palm into his crotch, wanting to give that gift all to robby today.
watching the older man crawl up the bed to where dennis was lounging was perhaps the most attractive thing he'd ever seen- though his brain leaked right out of his head when robby took his lace-clad hips in his hands and dragged him towards him and planted his mouth right on his cock, mouthing at him through the material. the squeal that dennis let out was a noise he didn't even know he could make.
robby kept pulling him closer and closer, licking and sucking and swallowing around him, still with the barrier of the panties between his tongue and dennis's weeping little cock. it didn't take long at all until robby yanked the waistband of them down, taking the younger's entire cock in his mouth, covering it with pressure and heat and warmth, and making dennis scream and thrash and cum down robby's throat with no control.
there was no break before robby moved further up dennis's prone body to hover over him, nose to nose with dennis, panting heavily and with robby licking the remainders of dennis's cum off of his lips and face. dennis squealed again when his boyfriend reached up and tweaked a nipple through the bralette, and then kissed him firmly, snaking his tongue into dennis's mouth, humming and moaning as the two of them fell into the kiss, pushing and pulling against the other, no space between their bodies.
when they broke apart for air, dennis smiled at the look on robby's face- happy and hungry and horny all at once.
"do you... hfff, ugh... do you like the gift?"
robby let out a breathy laugh, thrilled and yet with a deepness to it that told dennis the night was far from over.
"happy fucking birthday to me indeed... get on your knees, denny, 'm gonna fuck you until you're sobbing."
his words alone could've had dennis orgasm a second time if he hadn't cum so recently. he let robby flip him over, and dutifully got on his hands and knees, swaying his ass just enough that a firm slap landed on it, making him moan.
the lingerie was definitely not surviving the night. he'd have to thank trinity for the idea.
hfffffff dennis who just gets so so sleepy whenever he's fucked... pressed into the bed, nearly folded in half with his legs over robby's shoulders, rocking with how deep he's filling him up, and he feels soooo good, and his eyes just start to droop, and his head goes fuzzy, and he starts to drool a little.
he goes so pliant as soon as robby's inside him, like having his hole stretched around his cock just shuts off the difficult part of his brain, letting him relax and slip into peace and quiet, drifting and having every press against his prostate lull him somewhere soft. when robby fucks him, he's happier than anywhere else.
robby knows the effect he has on his boy, always making sure to corral him into his bed and out of his clothes whenever he sees dennis's worries begin to start, or sees him struggling to find sleep. one little nudge, and dennis has his legs spread and is already breathing calmer, ready to welcome the sleepy state he's about to be fucked into.
robby coos as he fucks him, coaxing him further and further down, ensuring that by the time he orgasms and cums, he'll already be half asleep and dreamy in the older man's arms. "my sweet boy, my good boy... oh I know, so sleepy.. let me fuck you nice and deep, baby boy, that's right, let those pretty little eyes close, let me make you feel so, so good.... good boy, that's right, let it aaaaaaaall out now... pretty baby, my baby..."
If I'm slowly pressing my cock inside of you and you moan "It's so big" you must want me to put my full weight on top of you and roughly thrust into you. Why else would you goad me like that
