I thought of this while I was in the shower and immediately got out and ran to your brainworm cave to get your take on it. Okay walk with me here . . .
So in the Omegaverse, it's fairly common to see custom built den rooms in which omega's build and maintain their nests (or it could be a rising new trend that only the rich *cough cough* doctor salaries can afford š). Similar to a home library, crafts room, or game room, it's a room completely set aside and decorated by/for an omega. They typically aren't found in apartments, since it's considered a luxury. Only newer or custom built homes have them.
My prompt for you: How would Dennis decorate his? Did Robby and Jack (or Pope or Titus) contribute? Did they build one special for him? Do they (Titus) think it's a waste of space initially until they see how happy Dennis is to have a room dedicated to his nesting?
Gimme your thoughts!! I'm sure whatever you cook up with this will be *chefs kiss* delicious š
Love ya!
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Iām going with Hucklerobby here because thatās where the flow is taking me but YES, at some point while living in the house Jack and Robby simply converted the nesting space into an office for Robby. Jack built a wood lid to go over the circular nesting space in the corner where an omegaās nest would be- they had an older house, one from the Victorian era where omegas were expected to stay in their den rooms when company was over.
But anyway, they hadnāt even thought about it in ages. Robby put a handsome Persian rug and a chair over top to sit in while he reads, the space underneath hadnāt been touched in decades. It wasnāt until they found Dennis trying to nest in one of the spare linen closets upstairs that it even crossed their minds.
Robby quickly unearthed and cleaned the circular indent in the floor, texting Jack the circumference and diameter for the custom cushion they would need to order. The day that it was set to arrive, Jack took Dennis shopping for nesting supplies while Robby finished dusting and wiping it down and settling the baby blue cushion inside.
He couldnāt help but preen when Dennis gasped in awe, arms laden with nesting supplies he thought he didnāt have a space for, giving Robby a quick peck on the cheek before trotting over to the pit. Pillows, silk sheets, duvets and cooling pads, all stacked with careful precision until Dennis could finally flop down and scrub his cheeks against the soft fabrics.
Now, like clockwork, Dennis would come into Robbyās office when the sun was just starting to set and the light hit his nesting spot so perfectly. Robby suspected this was Jackās plan all along, because how was he supposed to work late into the night with a warm, sleepy omega perfuming the air with calming, soothing pheromones laced with a drowsy contentment that had Robbyās eyes drooping and yawns tumbling out of his mouth. How could he work when he could crawl over to the pit and let Dennis pull him into the fold of light blue silk and the scent of warm skin?
Jack liked it because it was in the corner away from the windows and doors, where he could watch as his precious mates slumbered peacefully.
hucklerobby somno where robby gets hard in his sleep and dennis doesnāt wanna be rude and wake him up but also he needs that dick right this secondā¦
cue dennis trying his hardest to lightly ride that man as if thatās something you can do in half measures.
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I keep forgetting Iāve been yapping about this like "HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS-"
He was tired, horny, and thought it would be easier than it actually was, okay?
9/10 Robby would have his morning wood pressed against the small of Dennis's back when Dennis woke up. It should have been easy to just slide onto his lap and get that delicious cock buried in his guts.
He loves when Robby puts it in while itās still a little soft, how it feels like itās inflating inside of him, itās delicious no matter how embarrassed Robby is at how long it takes him to get hard.
He only got a couple minutes of riding in, panting and feeling it slide into his hole, before Robbyās body seemed to get with the program and his hips gave unconscious little twitches. Dennis cupped his hand over his mouth, his breath shuttered as he realized that he was getting off on how Robbyās body needed him more than his cock inside of him.
In one fluid movement, Robbyās hands came up and gripped his hips before Robbyās body lurched up, Dennis yelping in surprise and being pushed into the mattress- barely getting time to realize what happened before Robby set a bruising pace.
āDumb little mutt, canāt even wait until Iām awake, huh?ā Robbyās voice was low and gravelly from sleep. āYouād fuck anything with a pulse, huh?"
Dennis whined at the onslaught and shook his head, trying to get out that he wouldnāt, he just needed it so bad, but the disconnect between his brain and his mouth was yawning wider by the second.
āMaybe we should be locking you up before bed if you canāt keep your hands to yourself, pup. A little chastity belt for your dumb little puppy cock and hole? You just canāt be empty, you poor baby..ā Robbyās croon was cruel and saccharine, furthering the melting of Dennisās brain as his orgasm crests. But Robby doesnāt stop, keeps working his hips while Dennis lets out yelps and cries and whines at the overstimulation, too much, Sir, please-
He finally gets what he wants, that warm release deep in his guts as Robby groans and shudders overtop him. He knows heās in for a paddling today, but for right now he was very pleased with himself.
Lemme pick your brain for a sec; Stalker!Dennis stalking Jack without realizing that Jack's been in the game a lot longer than he has. Jack thinks it's cute that this kid is trying to sneak around his house like he hasn't got cameras in almost every corner. It's like watching a baby animal pounce on their dad (fauxcest wink wink nudge nudge)
ily and I hope you're having an amazing day
It starts off so innocent. Dennis wants to find a way to prompt more conversations with Jack because he's just so shy. Dr. Abbot can be so intimidating and Dennis just needs to find some common ground to spark a little interest.
So it's logical, to Dennis, that he can do this by just. You know.
Breaking and entering.
But! But! He's so careful! And he even does the dishes in the sink as a way to make it a polite breaking and entering. Dennis just browses through the book shelves, pockets a pair of dirty underwear, takes a peek at some pictures in the bedroom. He notices a DVD collection of some TV show that Dennis's dad watched years ago.
So he brushes up on the plot lines and carefully, loudly complains to Trinity about how there's no streaming service they have access to that would allow him to watch the show. Says he's been wanting to binge it.
Jack doesn't take the bait.
Dennis goes back. Combs through mail, takes a peek at Jack's color coded calendar because of course he has one, steals one of Jack's typical black undershirts, and digs through some receipts to see what and where the man has been.
And then. Just. Occasionally. Goes to those restaurants and bars based on those timestamps. Wears the black undershirt because he's feeling just a little bit bold.
He gets lucky one night. He's been making too many trips, desperate to find something, anything to get Abbot's attention. On the calendar is a planned dinner at one of the bars Dennis has been frequenting.
It's perfect. It's fate. It's Dennis sitting in too tight jeans and a too tight shirt to show off his little farm boy muscles, and acting so surprised when Jack taps his shoulder to see what the kid's doing.
"Date bailed." Jack said casually. "Can I join you?"
And there's a flash of jealousy because the calendar didn't say date but Dennis can't focus on that for too long because he did it. He's got Abbot giving him all of his attention and he knows all the right questions to ask and the topics to bring up.
Jack's grin is a tad too predatory. A little too smug when Dennis brings up wanting to go to a Penguins hockey game but never having the time. That medical conference in Boston looks soooo interesting when is it again? Oh, you're going Dr. Abbot? You'll have to tell me how it is.
It turns into Jack asking if Dennis wants to come home with him and Dennis is metaphorically jumping for joy while Jack picks up the bill and has to stop his leg from bouncing in the car ride over.
Something something Jack kisses him first and is about to start taking Dennis's clothes off but pauses and goes "Oh, shit, let me turn the cameras off first. I don't want you to think I'm some freak watching you when you're not aware of it later on."
Dennis is about to start crying or apologizing or explaining himself or maybe running but Jack just grips his chin, grin still something no longer predatory but downright wolfish.
"Relax, kiddo. It's cute. You just wanted to get your old man's attention, didn't you?"
His dad had liked it when he got into reading his old gun catalogue magazines.
Just maybe not for the reasons Dennis was getting into them.
Shiny, glossy, high quality pictures of men looking seriously down the barrel of the camera- their arms thick and rippling with muscle in a way that almost suggested a bit of pudge from how dense they were. Sometimes if Dennis was lucky, the centerfold would be some kind of military guy cleaning his firearm with his sleeves rolled up. Strong hands curling around the grip of the gun that made Dennisās stomach warm.
Dennis locked himself in the bathroom- it was the only place in the house with a lock on it- hold his shirt between his teeth and let himself get lost in his fantasies.
Those fantasies were very quickly becoming problems because heād essentially Pavlov-ed himself to get hard around Dr. Abbot.
He couldnāt help it- spicy, woodsy cologne always cut with the salt of sweat or- god fucking forbid- leather polish if heād recently shined his shoes. He had the kind of arms and big hands he spent hours wishing would wrap around his hips while he got fucked into.
He tried to find some reason to leave as soon as possible once their current patient was stabilized, once he didnāt have the work at hand to distract him from the things he was feeling in his body.
He knew Dr. Abbot knew.
He saw Dennis scamper away, could feel his steady, quiet stare whenever Dennis stuttered some excuse to leave. Nightshift was a nightmare, it was like Dr. Abbot was following him around in that relaxed parade rest that showed off his broad shoulders.
He has to be fucking with him. He has to be, you canāt lean over someone that many times in one shift just to check charting.
One night Jack whistled, fucking whistled, and when Dennis looked he gave a ācome hereā motion with his fingers before walking down the hall. Like he knew Dennis would follow.
(He did, but damn heās not a dog for crying out loud.)
āWhitaker, have I done something to upset you?ā
It wasnāt what Dennis had been expecting from the man. Mature, open and communicative in a way that was shocking to the grizzled ex-military guy in front of him.
āOh, no Sir, I-Iām sorry, I just-"
ā-you just keep running from me, sāall. Iām an old mutt, kid, canāt run after folks like I used too.ā Ugh, said with that crooked little grin that showed off his canines. Dennis was going to faint.
āSorry Sir, I promise Iāll stick close.ā Dennis managed to get out.
āGood. I like having you close.ā And for a second- a second- Jackās voice dipped into something a little deeper, a little smoother that made Dennis stand in attention before giving Dennisās arm a very brotherly clap.
And now he was everywhere. Dennis tagged along after him while working, always on his heel, never too far. He wasnāt touchy, not like Robby, but when Dennis perfectly executed something difficult, Jackās nod of approval fell like a physical thing that wrapped itself around Dennisās shoulders.
The tension burst when Jack had a party at his place. āIt was built to host, I was doing it a disservice.ā Jack had told Dennis, giving him a half-smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
Oh, this was bad. Dennis tried not to stare as he took in the house, the well-polished boots placed perfectly by the front door among a clutter of sneakers. (Dennis only placed his in line with Jackās so that he could find them later, okay?)
Seeing Jackās natural environment with a beer in his hand to keep him from saying something heād overanalyze later.
The guests slowly trickled out over the night; slowly but surely pairs of shoes were claimed and the pile dwindled until it was just Dennisās ratty sneakers. As Dennis dragged his feet to go Jack followed at his own pace. When he saw Dennisās shoes lined up next to his own he chuckled.
āGood to know not everyone in your generation is a degenerate.ā He teased, earning a snort from Dennis.
āYeah, my dad would whoop my ass if I got my outside shoes on his good hardwood floors. Force of habit.ā
āYou did strike me as a daddyās boy.ā
There it was again- deeper, softer, making Dennisās breath stutter a little as he abandoned his original goal of getting his shoes and leaving before making a fool of himself.
āWhat else do I strike you as?ā Dennis replied, soft but steady, out of his mouth before he could think twice about it.
Jackās eyes honed in on Dennisās lips-the words loosening something in Jackās shoulders as he stepped closer.
āYou strike me as someone who does good with being told what to do. Who likes being pushed to perform well.ā He murmured, only a foot away from Dennis now. Dennis felt his breathing pick up as he got closer. āSomeone whoād benefit from a firm hand- itās only natural for boys your age, hm?ā
Dennis could only nod weakly. It was hard to think around the smell of campfire smoke and cologne and sweat and Jack-
āWords, Dennis.ā
āYessir.ā
The words were breathy and chased the heels of Jackās command.
The next bit was a blur just from the headiness of being kissed by a man like that. Jack kissed like he was starved, one hand cradling Dennisās head and the other hooked around one of the belt loops in Dennisās Leviās.
Dennisās whines and groans were lost in Jackās mouth as they stumbled to the couch like teenagers, Jack settling on the couch with a grunt and tugging Dennis onto his lap shortly after.
The movement of their hips just felt like second nature, like the obvious thing to do- the two groaning in unison as Dennis ground his bulge into Jackās.
āI fuckinā knew it, kid. God, look at that farmboy sturdiness, huh? You ride often in Nebraska?ā Jack purred, eyes trailing down Dennisās front as he lifted the hem of Dennisās shirt. āKeep up the work and you might catch up to me at this rate.ā
God, it was so smarmy and Dennis wished it didnāt just make him moan.
With deft fingers Jack popped Dennisās belt and button loop with one hand. Dennis gasped and arched his back at the feeling of Jackās calloused hands on his cock already dribbling pre into his hand.
āD-Dr. Abbot-ā
āUh-uh, kid, what do you call me?ā Jack corrected, squeezing Dennisās cock in his fist until he was squirming.
āSir, sir please-ā Dennis rambled, planting his hands on the sofa behind Jack to keep himself upright as Jack pumped his hand over Dennisās dick. with the precum slicking his palm.
āThere you go, sweetheart, thatās what youāve been dying to say, yeah? When you look at me with those fuckinā bedroom eyes? Pretty boy, look at you..ā
Dennis fell apart right there- Jackās fist caught most of his cum as Dennis yelped and bowed forward until his temple rested on Jackās jaw, until his nose was pressed into the collar of Jackās shirt and he could pick up that cologne and summer sweat and- and-
āEasy, theeere we are, attaboy Dennis.ā Jackās chest rumbled when he talked, solid and strong like a rock for Dennis to crash against.
When Dennis had some of his wits about him he tried to fumble with the belt to Jackās cargos but Jackās hand was quick to intervene.
āIām not gonna get hard from some heavy petting, Den. Old Mutt, remember.ā Jack murmured, prompting Dennis to lean back up and frown.
āBut you-ā
ā-donāt worry about it.ā
āNext time Iām going to take care of you.ā
āBold claims there, cowboy. You already thinking about next time?ā
āIā¦ Yeah.ā Dennis felt his bravado fade slightly at Jackās question. Was there a next time? Was this just a one time thing to get Dennis to calm down? Like he could scent the anxiety coming off him Jack squeezed Dennisās hip, ground him again.
āNext time, then. When Iām not already tired just from watching you cum.ā Jack promised, getting a chuckle from Dennis.
āFine. Next time, then.ā
āGood boy. Go grab me a washcloth from the kitchen.
Danarabbot thought because it wonāt leave my head:
One of them gets a wild hair to go to the kink club and (willingly?) drags the other two along. āŗļø Someone learns something new about themselves or one of their partners.
"I understand you being a wallflower," Jack says to Roby, "but you?" He points to Dana. "Come on. Come here with me."
"To do what?" she laughs, but lets him tug her by the hand away from her place against the wall with Robby, who's still blushing every time he looks around at the people around them.
"Just kiss me," Jack murmurs, putting his hands on Dana's face, holding her against him.
"You want to make him jealous?" she asks with a smile. She looks great tonight, they both do, Dana wearing red lipstick and Robby in the leather jacket that Jack coaxed him into wearing. Jack, of course, is wearing as little as possible.
"Look at him," Dana says, nudging Jack aside after making out with him on the open floor for a few minutes. "Look at how he's blushing."
"He's always blushing," Jack says, but then he looks and he can't help his smug little chuckle. Robby is beet red and hard in his pants, but he's watching them. Intently. Hungrily.
"Seems like someone's learning something new about himself," Dana says, still stroking the hair on the back of Jack's neck. "He likes watching."
i know i've written this before, but as i am preparing for several beach/water vacations this summer: rabbot beach day.
jack in the tiniest shorts he can get away with (not just because he likes to feel sexy and have robby stare, but because he runs hot and too much clothing bothers his skin and when in rome, you take your clothes off at the beach, you know? and he tries to get as tan as possible whenever possible.)
robby having to be bullied into taking his shirt off. receiving a scandalized groan from jack when robby freely admits he was planning to leave his shirt on and stay under the beach umbrella the entire time. staying on the beach chair with his detective novel and his sunglasses on and maybe a popsicle, maybe a little virgin fruity drink with am umbrella in it, some excuse for jack to stare at his lips.
jack is a fish. sometimes the stares on his prosthetic (a special one for swimming) make him squirmy, sometimes they make him angry, sometimes he decides he is not going to let them get to him today, that nothing is going to put a damper on his day at the beach with his man. he swims until his arms are too tired to go another inch, and makes sure to wait until robby's watching before rising from the waves like a mermaid.
doesn't matter that robby's wearing sunglasses, jack has known and loved him for thirty years, he knows what it looks like when robby's trying to pretend he's not staring at jack dripping water.
once jack tires himself out, covered in sand and his curls even curlier than normal from the water, flushed from exercise and a bit of sunburn on his cheeks (oh, and most of the reason jack begged and bullied robby into taking his shirt off was so he could rub sunscreen into robby's skin) he plops down onto the blanket beside him, out of breath but grinning wildly.
robby looks at him over his sunglasses, prescription reading sunglasses, something jack teases him endlessly about. "you gonna get in the water?" jack husks, kinda hoping robby will pick him up and toss him in.
"you gonna sit still for a minute and just listen to the waves?" robby counters, shuffling off the beach chair to lay beside him on the towel, on his side, staring into jack's eyes. pretending like it isn't a crowded beach with all kinds of other people around. pretending like they're the only people in the world.
"i guess i could be convinced," jack mumbles, ready to take a nap, grateful for the umbrella as he turns onto his stomach to hide his eyes in the crook of his arm.
robby takes the opportunity to slap his ass in the tiny swim shorts, of course, and stands up to get them some snacks. jack will nap, robby and jack will share a bag of overpriced popcorn and gossip about the people passing them by, about the couple arguing next to them about who forgot the sunscreen and who made them late.
jack will kiss the ice cream taste out of robby's mouth, later, when they go for a walk holding hands on the beach, stopping at an ice cream truck, which robby pretends not to want because that's for kids, but jack buys him one just to make him smile. "you deserve it, sweetheart," he'll say, entirely sincere, kissing robby's cheek with a hand on his back.
they'll pack up together and bitch about sand in places they didn't know sand could gather, they'll get home and fall asleep immediately at seven PM in each other's arms (because there is science behind why the beach tires you out, yes, but also they're old men in love who are chronically tired and eager for a sleepy cuddle.)
the next day, robby will trace jack's new swim shorts tan line with his tongue, line his hipbones and the v of his crotch with hickeys right where the water was kissing him, mumbling praise about his perfect mermaid, about how jealous robby was of his shorts in that moment, about how lucky robby is, how much he loved seeing jack's happy smile after swimming, the one that could end wars and save lives as it has many times before...
but right now, they just close their eyes together and listen to the waves, where there's peace, where their heads can't be louder than the sound of the ocean.
Robby goes to his knees. Jack almost swallows his tongue. āWhat are you doing?ā
āNow I need to take your inseam,ā Robby says, looking up at him with warm brown eyes, entirely serious, and Jack is speechless. A rarity. āThe inside measurement of your leg,ā he clarifies, sitting back on his haunches, āas well as the outside. Is that alright? It mustāve been a while since youāve had your measurements taken if you donāt remember this part.ā He smiles wryly this time, holding out the tape. āI know itās an awkward area. Iāll beā¦delicate.ā
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robby is a personal stylist, jack is a rich ceo with no sense of style and in need of a suit for a gala- and if he snags a boyfriend along the way, it's a happy accident.
BEHOLD! personal stylist robby au is done. just something short and cute and fun, nothing too crazy, but i hope yall enjoy <3 let me know if you do!!
Jack begging for Robby, no act, not playing it up even a little. Jack is just that desperate for his man and when he finally gets it, the release is so good it makes him cry.
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"Please, baby, please," Jack is babbling, desperate and needy, tugging on Robby's shoulders, trying to get him close. "I need you on top of me, I need to feel you skin to skin, please--"
It's been a long, long week of shifts, and Jack has been looking forward to this all week. Just skin on skin, sharing their bodies, Robby rocking and rutting up against him. And yet he's so far, perched so high above Jack--
"Shh, shh, I'm right here," Robby soothes, finally going where Jack wants him, letting himself be pulled down into Jack's arms. Jack sobs in relief, wrapping his leg and arms tight around Robby, holding him down, close, keeping him there. He needs to be as close as possible.
"I got you, I'm right here, I know, I missed you too," are all things whispered and gasped into Jack's shoulder as Robby thrusts, skin on skin, perfect. Finally close. Finally, no holds barred.
Robby sitting with Jack in his lap in an armchair, fucking him slow and deep while holding him in a hug after Jack had a bad day.
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"You had a bad day, I know," Robby murmurs, soft and gentle and loving, slowly rocking up into Jack. He's holding him tight, keeping Jack in his lap, giving him the deep fucking he needs. It's slow, though, unhurried, Robby just taking his weight and holding him and giving him what he needs.
"I've got you," Robby murmurs gently in his ear, hand ghosting over Jack's cock, making him gasp and jerk. Robby's hugging him as much as holding him still while fucking him.
"I've got you," Robby repeats. "I've got you." He kisses Jack's shoulder, repositioning him on his lap to fuck up into him harder, firmer, faster. Giving him what he needs. Taking care of him like Robby always does.
Sooooo hi I just read a fic and I needs more plz! Robby the first person to ever just care for jacks prosthetic. Heās had the worst day itās dirty and he just canāt handle it so Robby cares for him and his leg without needing to be asked.
"I'll get up and clean it in a minute," Jack says quickly once he realizes that this is the first time he's left his prosthetic against Robby's couch at his place. They haven't been dating that long, and Jack can't help getting defensive no matter how long he's known Robby, but Jack just needed to sit down for a minute--
"I'll clean it for you," Robby says, picking it up gently, looking Jack in the eye. "If you don't mind."
Jack is speechless for a moment. "Yeah, uh, that's--yeah. Go ahead."
Robby smiles. "You okay?"
"Didn't think you would offer, is all."
"I love you," Robby says. "Of course I'm going to offer."
Jack pulls him down by the front of his shirt for a kiss, heart melting.
dolphin anon had trouble sending a few prompts in, so i am posting them like this!
Robby thinks Jack doesnāt want people to know theyāre together. Jack wants to shout it from the rooftops.
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"I thought you didn't want anyone to know."
"What, man? Robby, I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops that you're finally mine. That I go home to you every night. That you're sleeping in my bed now and we look forward to handoff more than ever now because of each other. I love you, man. I want to tell everyone we know. I thought you didn't want anyone to know."
"I do. I just..."
"Are afraid to say it? I know, baby, I know. but I'll tell everyone I fucking meet if you let me. Tell them that I bagged the most handsome man on the planet."
Jack is having a hard time feeling good about his body and feeling like a less of a man bc of his amputation. Dana and Robby body worship him and show him how wrong he is.
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"Look at how gorgeous you are," Dana coos, running her hand down Jack's chest. She only touches his cock when Robby is touching his leg, teaching Jack to associate that feeling with his leg, however hard it might be for him to do at first.
Jack doesn't want to hear it, and turns away from their joint attention, but the sight of Robby and Dana naked and focused on him is something Jack can't possibly ignore. He squirms, taking what they give him, pinned down on his back.
"We love you," Robby says, gently and lovingly. "We want you to feel good about yourself." He leans in to kiss Jack's stump, his knee, oh so tender. Careful, but not treating Jack like he's fragile. They treat Jack like exactly how much man he is.
Jack can't handle all the attention without combusting, so he leans up to kiss Dana, drowning himself in her, while Robby plays with his cock.
Arranged marriage Rabbot with Robby walking his new virgin husband through his first time.
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"Shh, shh, it's all okay," Robby soothes, running a hand down Jack's leg. "You're okay. I'm right here. I'm going to guide you through it."
"I'm nervous," Jack says, lashes fluttering.
"I know," Robby murmurs, kissing him softly, spreading Jack's thighs in his bed. "That's normal. You have nothing to expect but pleasure. You're going to love everything that we do."
Jack smiles up at him, already getting closer and more familiar with Robby despite having just been married a few hours ago, meeting him only weeks ago. But Robby keeps his word, making Jack see stars and gasp from how thoroughly Robby pleasures him. He wouldn't want anything but for his new husband.
King Robby is convinced that Knight Jack hates him because Jackās responses are always short and he always leaves the room as soon as he can.
It turns out that itās definitely not hate that Jack is feeling.
Heās desperately in love with Robby and heās always running from the room because he wants to climb his king like a tree and he doesnāt trust his self control.
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"So, you want to stay in my rooms for the night?" Robby asks, a smile dancing across his face.
Jack is still unable to look anywhere near him, mumbling to himself. "You don't even know, man," he finally manages, shifting in his armor. "Want it so bad. Want you."
"I thought you hated me," Robby confesses. "Thought that's why you didn't want to be near me."
"Want to be near you too much," Jack says, finally taking a bold step closer. "Want it all." He stares now, with the intensity that usually drives other people away, but it just brings Robby closer in.
"You can spend the night in my bed, loyal knight," Robby whispers, kissing his forehead. "And all the nights after."
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