Dennis’s strap bullies into Robby, making him cry out weakly. He feels so good, better than he has in so long. He wants to feel more of this, he wants to feel like this forever.
“Shhh, baby, I know. I know, honey, it’s so much. You’re taking it so well, fuck, it’s so… you’re so tight. Bet you’re so wet, too, huh honey? Are you just dripping for it?” Dennis’s voice is soft, just like his hands as they roam over Robby’s body.
Robby’s basically presenting, and Dennis genuinely feels lightheaded over it. His wonderful, perfect boyfriend, lying so pretty and perfect as he’s fucked dumb. There are tears pouring down Robby’s face, and Dennis both wants to lick them and to kiss them away.
“‘S g-good? Yeah?” Robby stutters, still needing clarification. Needing to make sure he’s good, that Dennis has seen him so vulnerable and still loves him. Dennis couldn’t imagine ever not loving him.
“So good, Robs.” He stalls for a minute, making Robby whine. “Oh, I know. Poor thing.” Dennis kisses up his spine, and there’s nothing that could reassure Robby more. His baby cares. His baby loves him. His baby still wants to be his baby.
He grinds his hips, fucking shallowly. It’s a stark difference from the harsh, quick pumps that he had previously tortured Robby’s prostate with. Yet it’s no less welcome. Robby wants to make noise, but his anxiety gets the best of him again. He bites his lip, trying to be good. Of course, Dennis notices.
“No, no, sugar. Let me hear you. I wanna hear my pretty guy make all his pretty noises.” Dennis murmurs between sucking marks into the wide expanse of his lover’s back. He lets his own mouth run, not wanting to be a hypocrite.
“Next time I’m gonna have you on your back so I can see all of you. How perfect my angel is. See that cute tummy, too, hm? Wanna rub my clit on it, wanted to since I met you.” Robby cries out, cock twitching violently. He’s harder than he’s ever been in his life, he can’t think straight. Dennis is alternating between grinding the strap harshly into that little bundle of nerves and fucking him mercilessly, which makes Robby want to cry.
“Denny, D-Denny, can I cum? P-Please?”
“‘Course you can, darling. Make a mess for me, yeah? Good boy, baby. Good boy.”
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