ohhhh the girl with the birthday on fatherās day is writing fauxcest as her gift to herself, big shocker. if anyone one else wants to give me puppyplay or fauxcestā¦
it was a joke. he would go to his grave swearing it was a joke.
he called robby daddy, and that felt pretty normal, so when fatherās day came around, it was funny to get a little gag gift.
that fucking worldās best dad mug was ruining dennisās life. robby used it at work, washing and packing it into his bag to bring it home on his days off. dennis would present a case, and heād have to watch robby take a sip. heād wake up, and robby would be making his second cup. robby always had this little smirk on his face anytime it was talked about too.
questions about who got it for him were clumsily batted away, leaving people to side eye them both. or worse, when robby jokingly used the moniker on the mug. would you mind getting your dear old dad his coffee? or with a slight moan often taking a sip, dadās favorite.
dennis called robby daddy. that felt normal for whatever reason, but dadā¦
dad got him hard in his pajama pants while he stood in the kitchen making robby more coffee. dennis resisted calling robby that name every time he handed the mug back. here you go, dad, was on the tip of his tongue every single time.
breakfast in bed, of all things, was dennisās undoing. robby had woken him up a full tray of pancakes sausages, juice, and coffee. they ate leisurely, and when robby slipped down the bed to eat dennis out, he set that stupid fucking mug on the nightstand with the lettering facing dennis.
dennis watched in the beginning as robby licked and nuzzled at him. when robby started sucking and making all those lewd noises, dennis had to look away to the side.
he had to look at the mug.
well, he didnāt have to, but his eyes were fixed on it. worldās best dad. dad. dad. dad.
robbyās teeth scraped against dennisās clit. he grinded his hips and whined out, āfuck, dad.ā
it was so obviously not the word daddy. the ending consonant was resolute. dennis immediately covered his face out of embarrassment.
robby smirked. dennis could feel it, his lips were so close. dennis had to shiver as he felt the words whispered into his wet heat, ādadās making you feel good, huh?ā
dennis clenched. it mustāve been obvious the way robby knowingly chuckled.
he was returning that mug! after this was over, he was returning that mug.
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