gabriel spent most of his summer sporting it up~ doing biking and soccer and basketball. lil jess spent most of his time attending the pool parties jack’s parents would throw
i can't stop thinking about your gymnastics au 🙈🙈🙈
i’ll have to draw more for it soon :^) i love my gymnastics au if only because i get to draw gabriel in some nice pretty tight fitting gymnast’s clothes. i’d like to give it a little….plot? if you will?
like gabriel works his ass off as a gymnastics coach and a dance instructor. probably fits some ballet in there as well. the gymnastics and dance is for adults while the ballet classes are for the little ones~ jack probably only ever got to “meet” gabriel if only because he had to drive little 6 year old fareeha to her ballet class when ana couldn’t.
and lo and behold there at the front desk, greeting the little kids being brought in, is the most beautiful man jack morrison has ever laid eyes on. smiling and laughing as he talks with the kids, lifts a few and carries them on his shoulders. all of them rambling on about this and that, asking him questions, showing him things.
or at least, jack sees him as only beautiful until all the kids are rushing into their ballet dance room and jack gets to watch gabriel’s backside when he leaves and follows after them.
it’s a damn good backside.
very….tight clothing…..
jack probably insists to ana that he can drive fareeha to her classes every day, no problem, just so he can secretly oggle at the hot instructor
this is 6,000 words of sex...that’s....got to be excessive....i really need to tone it the hell down and learn to limit my writing. christ......ONE DAY I’LL LEARN
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Rating: E
Fandom: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator
Relationship: Craig Cahn/Robert Small
Warnings: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Embarrassing Sex, Humiliation, Shameless Smut, Anal Gaping, Embarrassing Noises, Multiple Orgasms, Top Craig Cahn, Bottom Robert Small
Summary: Another round of sex for Robert and Craig, this time with Craig actually getting to do some fucking. It...gets ridiculously embarrassing for Robert.
Word Count: 6,518
“No, no- I want to do it.” Robert tries to murmur, a brief hint of panic underlying the breathless tone to his voice as he reaches a shaking hand between his legs and tries to push away the still dry fingers toying with his entrance. “I want to do it.” He repeats.
Robert’s shame and embarrassment with the more vulnerable sides to himself is still an obstacle both Craig and Robert are working to overcome, but it’s a task the jock has been enjoying taking on. Maybe a little more so than he should- because in more instances than he can count, he’s found himself purposefully trying to get Robert to the point where his face burns red-hot and his eyes water with humiliation; a quiver to his lip making any and all words leaving the scruffy man spill out in a warbling and uncertain tremble.
It’s the kind of stuff Craig would have never pegged himself to ever get into.
But damn if he isn’t into seeing a man like Robert reduced to a pitiful, whining mess and trying to hide himself from view. Or what’s better is when Robert tries looking at him from the corners of his eyes like he’s seeking out some form of mercy from the man.
“Nah,” Craig starts, swatting Robert’s hands away when he tries to play with his own hole as a cover-up to keeping it hidden from those steely gray eyes of Craig’s. “I need to be the one to do this.” He picks up where Robert left off, pressing his thumb into the silky pucker of his dark hole and tracing over the ridges- soft and lovingly.
The jock knows that Robert’s not going to take easily to having yet another bit of control he has in the situation stripped away, so he leans forward and presses his lips to his throat. Kissing and mouthing hungrily at the tanned skin while he snakes his other hand in between their bodies and takes Robert’s length in the cusp of his hand.
“Fuck. Craig, come on.” Robert gasps, putting his hand over the fist stroking his excitedly wet cock yet doing nothing to stop him. “Just let me do it. I did it last time.”
“You did so well last time.” Craig agrees, nuzzling into the crook of his warm neck. He spreads the eager flow of slick over the length of Robert’s cock, thumbing at a pulsing vein and humming in satisfaction when that gets Robert to arch up into his body and lose his breathing for a second.
It’s not a lie either. Sure the poor guy had been too frightened by the prospect of getting himself deep-dicked to really shove his fingers inside of himself like he should have- but the sight of Robert cautiously exploring his silky virgin insides with only the first knuckle to a single digit pushed inside of himself had left Craig watering at the mouth with the desire to eat him out while Robert figured himself out from the inside.
It was fun being able to do just that right after.
“I did, I did.” The hand over Craig’s own tightens its grip and Craig can feel his own erection throb when Robert’s knees flutter around his hips- overwhelming confusion and arousal leaving Robert uncertain of just what to do with himself.
“L-Let me do it again.” Robert just barely manages to bite the words out when Craig squeezes his cock on the next pull upwards, his cool eyes trained on his cockhead as a heavy rush of fluid coats his fingers and runs down to his knuckles.
“Nope.” The chances of Robert changing Craig’s mind once it’s set on something that includes introducing the scruffy man to something embarrassingly new are slim to non-existent. His intentions are locked and set and Craig lets the flustered man know this when he reaches for the discarded tube of lube and begins to uncap it singlehandedly.
The whine from the body underneath him only serves to heighten Craig’s excitement for what’s to come, wanting nothing more than to draw out more sounds just like that from Robert.
“Robert,” Craig huffs, his eyes already glassy and his cheeks just as red as Robert’s own. “You’re a work of art.”
The words come out dripping with a sweetness only a lover can provide and it makes Robert tremble when the younger man hovers over him to press their lips together in a sweet kiss, contrasting the eager grip Craig has on that ruddy fat cock in his hands and the way he’s pressing the opening to the tube of lube against Robert’s hole.
He’s so lost in the sensation of feeling loved, of feeling genuinely wanted that Robert doesn’t even notice what’s going on down there until a sudden rush of coldness fills him up.
“Ah, fuck-! Craig, what the fuck?” An overwhelming sense of disgust sparks a shudder up the graying man’s spine and his brows furrow as he tries to look down. All Robert gets is an eyeful of Craig’s silky pink cock pressed against Robert’s furry balls, twitching in excitement behind the fist around his partner’s dick.
Noticing the attention, Craig licks at Robert’s lips and nudges his hips forward, sliding his cock tip over the heavy sac underneath Robert’s eager girth.
The other’s words of disbelief are lost to the depths of his stomach as Craig resumes the kiss and presses into it a little harder, a little needierand Robert feels himself fill even further with another pulse of the cool artificial slick. Not even the hand deliciously tugging at his dick or the rude fingers rubbing against the fat veins throbbing on the underside of it can keep Robert from spreading his legs away from where they had been originally wrapped around Craig’s hips.
But he seems to learn fast enough that’s the wrong thing to do because all it serves to offer is his dark slimy hole opening up further for Craig. The groan that rumbles from deep inside of Craig’s chest is quickly morphed into a growl at the feeling of Robert spreading himself open for him.
Another squeeze of lubricant makes it into his body and it’s only then that Small shoves at Craig’s shoulders, knocking him back enough only to get him to grunt and lean back on his knees, blinking rapidly as if he had just been knocked out of a daze. The guy looks confused when he finally meets Robert’s expression.
Craig watches as Robert sits himself up and spares him a fleeting glance before moving to turn his body away so he can inspect the ‘damage’ on his own- and Craig nips that plan straight in the bud once he recognizes it for what it is, with his hands flying to Robert’s knees and immediately turning him the few inches back so that they’re fully facing one another again.
“Too much?” Craig asks, eyeing the shiny gloss over the rim of the older man’s entrance. Robert must feel the muscles in Craig’s hands twitch on his legs as the thick thing of slime inside of him steadily starts to flow outwards, and it takes everything for the terribly excited family-man to keep from shoving the tube of lube right back inside of Robert and deposit the rest of the fluids inside of him.
Before Craig can get the chance to fulfill his fantasy, the tube is picked up by the older of the two and cast over the edge of the bed.
Fair enough.
“Fucking hell, Craig.” Robert hisses, instantly shoving his hands down to shield himself and scraping his fingers against his perineum like he’s trying to scoop back up his filling and return it where it belongs. The thought gets Craig shivering.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, dude.” He really fucking isn’t. But he brings up a hand to sheepishly rub at the back of his neck anyways, keeping his silver eyes locked on the wet mess that is Robert’s hole.
“Christ.”
Robert won’t look at him, his ears looking hot to the touch and his eyebrows are drawn up as he keeps his head bowed low.
“Get me a towel or something, this is….Christ, Craig.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Let me just…-” The sentence is never completed as the fitness enthusiast leans forward and nuzzles his forehead against Robert’s own, bringing his left hand to that chest soft with a faint layer of fat and joining his right hand with the ones now covered and dripping with lubricant.
He keeps nuzzling and trying to squeeze his fingers past the hands decorated with scars and black ink, trying to get Robert to look up and kiss him. It’s no use; the guy’s too damn embarrassed and keeps turning his head away. So he brings his mouth to the tan expanse of his neck instead, making out hotly with the skin the same way he had planned to do with Robert’s mouth.
“Shhh…” He hushes him even though he hadn’t said anything yet. It’s getting harder to breathe now, his throat is so tight and his heart is beating excitedly when he’s only offered- teased- with barely there brushes of his fingertips against Robert’s well-hidden hole.
“It’s too much.” Robert shudders out and the noise has Craig humming in content.
“It’s just perfect.” Craig corrects, nipping at Robert’s throat and giving up on trying to shove his fingers past the security of Robert’s own. The kisses traveling their way down the expanse of that tan body Craig loves so much are loud, wet with saliva and the insatiable hunger behind each kiss and bite.
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Getting Robert back to spreading his legs for Craig- and Craig only- is ridiculously easy. He just had slobber on his dick and take a pleasantly musky ball or two into his mouth and Robert was gasping and clinging to either the sheets or Craig himself while he rode out the warmth over his most vulnerable parts, still so sensitive regardless of how many men or women Robert had allowed to play with them in the past.
It didn’t matter if there wasn’t even a head between his legs; if Robert’s junk was getting played with it would always strike him into spreading his legs out like the good boy he was always meant to be. Exposing himself to the cold air and waiting for something warm to cover him right back up.
Right now Craig has him filled up quite nicely, rubbing the knuckles to four of his fingers against the warm cling of Robert’s gape, the rim clinging to his digits just slightly with every pull outwards. He ignores the way his own erection dribbles onto the sheets in favor of watching Robert shake his head like he wants him out and gasping incomprehensible words mixed in with samples of Craig’s name.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Robert had already covered his soft, fuzzy stomach in his own spend during this, Craig really would have thought he wasn’t enjoying himself.
But of course he’s enjoying himself; squirming and swaying his hips like he’s trying to keep himself from pushing down against the fingers prodding inside of him. God, it feels like his body was made to do this.
His hole has gone from obviously virgin and tight, almost rejecting his lone finger- to obscenely opening up to anything poking at him and staying loose like a sweet juicy cunt before Robert would try to close himself up- a brief little wink that lasts only a second or two before he’s blossoming back open for Craig.
He’s so disgustingly wet; Craig really did use too much lube. There’s a giant wet spot on the blanket underneath them both. Craig can’t push his fingers into Robert slow enough to keep any of the lubricant from dripping out and into his open palm and down onto the bed.
Whatever. Craig personally never really was a fan of taking things slow and careful. Sure it could be fun for a bit, and it sure did get his heart swelling up for sappy reasons, but…
But it was so much more fun to take things fast and hard, with just a tad bit of feral possessiveness thrown in.
Yeah. That was always fun.
Craig chances a glance at Robert, watching him swallow each breath and kneading his hands into the sheets, repeatedly clutching and releasing the fabric kittenishly.
God, he’s so cute when he isn’t pulling a mean face and scowling at everyone.
A quick look to the hairy expanse of Robert’s middle reveals that his cock looks just as wet as his posterior, if not even more so from the sweat coating his body.
“Robert.” He murmurs, voice drunk on sex.
Hazy, rapidly blinking eyes look down at him.
“I’m going to put some more lube in you, alright man?”
It’s a lie and a dirty trick, and it works like a dream.
“Don’t, I’m already-”
As soon as Robert began to speak in his groggy and already well-fucked voice, Craig tensed the muscles in his arm and began to piston his fingers in and out of the warm gape of Robert’s hole, delighting in the disgustingly filthy squelching noises the action produces. It’s enough to have him screwing his eyes shut for just a moment as his cock gives a few healthy pulses. He brings one hand to Robert’s hip to hold him possessively tight- pulling him closer to himself.
Robert can’t make a single sound. He’s kicking his legs on either side of Craig’s hips, digging his heels into the mattress and wordlessly arching his spine up into the air and Craig can see the trembles wracking his poor virgin body. He can even hear him wheezing for shallow breath, incapable of getting any air in his lungs. Yet he still doesn’t relent.
His fingers pound into him with the same force Craig wants to fuck into him with right now, brutal and selfish.
“Yeah? Yeah, bro?” The poor graying man isn’t even saying anything but Craig can’t shut up, licking his lips and paying rapt attention to every detail of Robert’s body. “Feels good, right? Yeah….yeah, it feels so good.”
He stops- but only because he managed to find that small lump of nerves that he had been dying to torture Robert with.
“There it is, oh god Robert. Bro. It’s right there.”
Craig presses all four fingers against his prostate and leaves them there, like he’s holding down a button- at the same time that he says:
“You’re so good for me, Robert. You’re so good.”
“St…- St-! St..ahh……!” Robert’s shaking so hard that Craig worries he’s taking it too far- introducing too much too fast to his elder submissive. But any chances of him stopping and drawing his fingers out are wiped clean away when the molten warm walls of Robert’s gape flutter around his intrusive fingers, his fuzzy, lovely balls drawing up tight and Robert has his spine arched so high up- keeping himself up on his tippy toes- that he covers himself in his own watery release.
He should stop and take mercy on the poor guy. He’s starting to get watery eyes, his breathing sounding panicked and not even his grit teeth can stop the drool escaping from the corners of his mouth.
But.
He looks so fucking good like this.
“Shh….shush, you’re okay.” He says it more for the message behind it- letting Robert know that he’s still here for him, he’s okay, it’ll be okay- rather than wishing Robert would shut up. In fact, Craig would do anything to make sure he keeps from shutting up. Every muscle in his perfectly built body is tense, poised and just barely holding back from doing anything more as he keeps his fingers fit against Robert’s most vulnerable point.
A hand comes up underneath the arch and dip of Robert’s spine, his beautiful spine, and Craig strokes him gently. Pulling him just a little closer so that he can lean over the curve of his stomach and kiss his chest- right over his heart.
“I’ve got you...-” Craig lets his eyes flutter close, pushing against the small lump of nerves just a little bit harder as he whispers his next words, meant more for himself than for his partner to hear.
“My sweet Robbie.”
This time Robert really can’t help himself from pressing down, an attempt meant to let the overworked man slump against the sheets only has him worsening the loving torture on his insides. He’s holding his breath again- the silly boy- and Craig keeps his eyes closed and his cheek pressed warmly against the spot above Robert’s heart. Feeling the pulses of cum landing on his and Robert’s belly matching the rhythm of his beating heart.
He wraps his arm underneath his back this time, bringing Robert’s limp body upwards so the two can rub cocks together, his breath returning to its laborious pace as he offers himself a little bit of reprieve for his painfully hard dick.
Craig looks down to watch the slick slide of their cocks, whining in the back of his throat as he notices how Robert’s thick foreskin nudges down the head of his cock just slightly with every grind of Craig’s hips.
“Fuuuck, bro.” Craig finally spares Robert and slips his fingers out a little too quickly, wrapping the wet hand around the throbbing, fat girth of his burning brick-red cock just to push Robert that little bit further into well-fucked stupidity. “You’ve got me going all kinds of crazy.”
When Craig removes the only form of support that had been keeping Robert up, moving his hand to tickle the underside of his fuzzy balls as he dips a greedy finger into the enveloping warmth of his foreskin, Robert lets himself fall to the mattress with a sobbing breath of shaking air.
But he’s springing back up in seconds, moving his hips up in barely-there pumps as his hands find Craig’s shoulders. Clinging to him hard enough to make Craig grit his teeth, but even when it feels like this fully grown man is going to break his shoulders into tiny shards Craig just can’t stop spoiling himself with the sight of a properly debauched Robert Small.
“C-…Craig.”
Robert can’t even keep his eyes open. He’s got them closed and his mouth is dropped open, his breaths coming and going like they’re being punched out of him, and he’s pressing into Craig’s hands harder and harder until he’s fitted his bottom half nicely against the other’s hips.
“Yeah.” He swallows.
This time he goes about pulling himself away from Robert gently, slowly moving his hand from his overused cock and lowering the heavy weight of the older man’s body against the damp mattress like he was setting him to sleep the night away. He hears his name again, spoken with a panic that has Craig’s heart aching.
He grabs Robert’s hand, the one with the tattoo on it, and brings it up for a soft brush against his pale lips. Nuzzling into the scars on his knuckles like a cat. This goes on for longer than it needs to, Craig nuzzling into various parts of Robert’s body until they’re entangled in a sweet, loving embrace. One that Robert had initiated.
It’s when Robert looks as if he had been ready to doze off, fitted nicely against Craig’s naked body and holding one another closer, that Craig takes hold of his neglected self and slides into the open hole he loosened up just for himself.
God he must have done a fucking fantastic job of stretching the guy out, because Craig finds himself sliding in, in one clean push until the clean trim of his pubes are pressing snuggly against Robert’s ass. The only reaction Robert has to provide is a sleepy flutter of his eyes, his heavy eyelids obscuring most of his golden brown gaze as he looks up to Craig. Looking almost confused-like.
Like he was surprised that they still weren’t done.
“You can sleep,” Craig murmurs into Robert’s ear, biting his lip to keep from biting the shell of Robert’s ear as he sets a slow pace fucking in and out of the weak grip the body below him has to offer. “-if you want to. I don’t mind.”
And Robert, bless his heart, he looks about ready to take him up on that offer. He opens his mouth again without saying anything, eyes ready to fall shut as he slowly spreads his legs to accommodate Craig in between them. Offering him what little he can when he’s too worn out to do much else.
Craig expresses his appreciation with a kiss (and a slip of the tongue) to Robert’s open mouth and starts to fuck into him nice and slowly, careful to not rouse him too much.
It seems to be for naught though, because Robert’s breathing is picking up again after a minute or two of this. He still looks sleepy, seconds away from drifting off, but his cock is starting to twitch with interest with every slow hump of Craig’s cock inside of him. Craig feels a bit of venomous pride welling up in his chest- he’s not even fucking against Robert’s prostate and he already has the guy reacting. Hell, this barely qualifies as fucking at all. It’s more like Craig is just using Robert to keep his dick warm, sliding in and out so slowly it’s like he’s trying to find the comfiest spot for him to settle into.
Nothing less is to be expected from an ass-virgin being fucked loose for the first time.
Craig keeps at it with his slow, almost soothing pace until Robert seems a little more awake. The color is back in his cheeks and his cock is having a little trouble stiffening into arousal, but it’s definitely getting wet again. He’s awake enough to look to the side and close his eyes; embarrassment making the rounds again when the truth of the situation in the clarity of wakefulness reaches him. No longer is he too engulfed in pleasure to realize just how….how vulnerable this is of him.
To let some guy look at him, at his dick and his balls and his hole and his body over all.
To let that same guy play with his insides.
Craig knows all too well of what’s going on in that flustered little head of Small’s and decides to try and get his mind off of it and focus on what’s really important. Taking those slim, tan ankles in hand, Craig gives him a pull until he’s pressed flush against his pelvis. Robert squirms, making a soft noise at the feeling of being completely full and no doubt perplexed at just how easy it was for Craig to fit himself all the way in.
“Come on.” He says, and Craig’s not too sure of what to make of it. Seems more like busy talk Robert’s making just to have something to do. Funny considering his take on ‘enjoying the silence’.
Sun-kissed hands situate themselves on the soft give of Robert’s hips, pinching at the fat there for just a moment before Craig is using the soft surface to press Robert into the bed and keep himself steady as he starts to steadily fuck into Robert. A little faster than before.
It’s good. It’s really fucking good and if he looks away from the blissed out expression Robert dons and instead looks down to where his rosy pink cock is slipping in and out of Robert’s still slimy, gorgeous hole he can catch sight of the sloppy pink rim to his once virgin pucker dragging out and holding onto Craig’s cock with each pull out.
Craig shudders, knowing damn well that he’s dragged this on too long.
Taking a moment to adjust himself for what’s to come, Craig spreads his knees and pulls Robert insufferably close before starting to really fuck into him. He’s looming over the guy now, barely managing to keep his own eyes open as he fucks into him the very same way he had fingered him.
Robert’s breathing hard, keeping his head bowed and his eyes shut tight. It’s too cute and Craig is leaning forward to kiss his closed eyelids.
Fingering Robert’s puffy red hole has done nothing to take away from the mess of lubricant Craig had shoved in there, it’s been pouring out of his ass all night but now- now it’s being fucked out in a disgustingly hot frothy mess that’s coating both Craig and Robert all over their middles.
Not even Craig can regulate his breathing now and he’s sure he’s holding Robert tight enough to hurt, but god damn-
He’s so fucking loose now, his warm little hole so full of fluids and fingered open so loosely that the imaginary scenario his brain provides of Robert having been fucked open by multiple other men before Craig has him forcing his breaths out through clenched teeth.
Craig’s fucking like an animal, grunting just like Robert’s doing right now with slap of his hips against his ass. And it’s good, it’s so fucking good and warm and hot and he needs to fill him up right fucking now-
But then Craig hears his name being hissed out, and there are hands pushing at his chest.
“What, what?” Craig asks, blinking and looking around. Trying to figure out why Robert’s trying to get him to stop. Which he has yet to do, but he has at least slowed down some. “What is It, man? I was really in my element there, Christ.”
“I want to stop.” Robert’s tense, looking everywhere but at him and holy shit, he’s so fucking red he looks sick and feverish.
“Wh-! Did I do something wrong? Robert-,” Craig tries, confused and desperate to finish. He brings his hands to his fuzzy chest, massaging his fingers into his soft, near-squishy pectorals. “Robert, I thought you were liking this.”
As if checking to make sure he hadn’t imagined it, Craig brings a hand to the soft give of Robert’s cock. He cups him lightly enough and pulls his foreskin back, exposing the brick-red tip of his cock so he can press the calloused pad of his thumb into the weepy slit and he can feel that, yes, Robert is still insufferably wet.
The guy even inhales sharply, his hips twitching upwards and Craig barely feels the clench around his cock. But it’s there and it’s enough to get him whining like a child.
“Robert.” He tries. “Dude, bro, you’re so fucking wet. Why are we stopping, man?” He’s still rudely thumbing at the sensitive head, keeping himself buried inside of his boy and thrusting his cock at slow intervals, an inch in and an inch out as he speaks.
Robert’s eyes are shut so tightly. He’s holding the sheets beneath himself in a tight grip, breathing hard through his teeth like he’s holding back from meeting Craig’s touches.
“I don’t know. I just want to stop.”
Right. Time to give Robert some sugar until he spills the truth.
Craig slides his hands underneath the soft curve of Robert’s spine, wrapping his arms around him and slowly, carefully hoisting him up. He goes up without a complaint and even wraps his arms around Craig’s neck, instantly burying his face in the comforting hide of the crook of his neck. Craig hums, relieved that he at least didn’t do something to scare his scruffy boy off.
His cock is still buried inside of Robert and he tests the waters by bringing the hands at Robert’s back down, lower still until they have a firm grasp of the soft give of his ass. He plays with the two mounds, spreading him open and massaging him as he kisses Robert’s shoulder.
Cautiously, working with Robert as if he were a timid little animal, Craig helps move Robert’s hips up and almost all the way off of his cock before slowly bringing him down until he’s sitting on his balls, filling him up nicely. Craig can feel the warmed slick of lube sliding down his cock and his balls into his own crack.
“Robert.”
“Just don’t listen.” Robert mumbles into his neck, hugging him tighter. Craig moves to pull away some so he can look him in the face, hear him a little clearer, but the arms around his neck tighten.
“Keep going, just…” Robert swallows. “Just don’t listen. Cover your ears or some shit.”
Craig wants to ask him to elaborate, doesn’t understand why he’d ever need to cover his ears during sex. Closing his eyes he can understand if it’s a body-shy person requesting it, but...-
Against his better judgement, Craig leaves the issue with a kiss to Robert’s temple and lays him back down. He takes a moment to swipe his fingers in the mess of spunk on the other’s hairy belly, wiping his hands on the sheets below them.
“Go slow.” Robert demands, but his expression looks anything but. He’s got his head turned to the side, ears and cheeks burning hot, all the way down to his neck and his eyebrows are drawn up in that way he always does when he’s embarrassed to all hell but trying to hide it.
So Craig does as asked, slowly pushing in and out of the warm clutch of Robert’s body. He does this for a good five minutes, watching Robert’s face as he does so until he discerns the guy to be well out of his mind enough. Slowly, carefully, he brings his hands to Robert’s hips and holds him down into the mattress, grinning at him when he hears him grunt as Craig uses a knee to shove apart Robert’s legs.
“Make sure to breathe, dude.” Craig reminds him, sticking his tongue out playfully even when there isn’t assurance that Robert had seen him do it. Because as soon as he has himself positioned, Craig braces himself on his knees and leans his weight on Robert’s hips and returns to the aggressive fucking he had been doing before.
Robert’s reaction is instantaneous and his hands fly to grab at Craig. He only manages to get one hand on him, wrapped around his wrist. The other is clinging to the sheets and he’s trying to arch his back again.
“C-Craig, you bitch-!” The words lose their bite with how Robert gasps them out, making a few soft “ah ah ah” noises right after before he shuts himself up.
Craig only laughs at the reaction, shaking his head and rotating his hips mid-fuck to really dig into Robert’s soft insides.
“You’re fine, man. You know you can always tap out if you’re not into this.”
A shaky sigh exits the athlete when he feels Robert clench around him, trying to tighten himself before he’s blooming open again. When he does, a choked sob leaves the guy and he grits out a cuss, shooting another insult towards Craig.
Robert brings his arms over his face, covering himself and turning his body to the side. Craig goes with it, lifting a tan leg up and over his shoulder and holding onto it as he continues fucking Robert dirty in this new position. He finds he like this better, he gets to watch the frothy mix of sweat, lubricant, and pre get forced out and around his cock with each pump of his pelvis. It doesn’t go without filthy, vulgar noises though.
He can feel the air he’s pushing into Robert’s ass coming back out in hot slips, noisy and obscene and so fucking sexy it’s driving Craig’s mind wild.
“God, your body is so fucking noisy, Small.” He starts fucking faster, shuddering and loving how he turned this tight little virgin pucker into a loose, permanently wet and noisy cunt. “Ever been so full of air?” He laughs softly. “So full of cock?”
“Shut up, god shut up.” Robert’s words tremble and he’s moved one hand down to his stomach, pressing down hard and repeatedly stroking his stomach with the same pressure. Like he’s trying to expel the air shoved into his tummy by Craig’s cock before it can get fucked out of him and have him sounding like a well-used slut.
Maybe when Robert’s a little more comfortable with him- with the things they do- Craig will start bringing out those mean little words to call him. For now, Craig just laughs again and kisses the ankle of Robert’s leg.
“It’s okay, don’t worry yourself about it, dude. Feels warm.”
Craig pauses when the loose rim of Robert’s asshole tightens around him again, refusing to give the guy a chance to silence his body. Once he’s fallen open again, Craig resumes his brutal pace. Growling and hugging Robert’s leg close to his chest. Pressing the heated flesh of his cheek against it.
Robert’s shaking his head like he always does when he’s humiliated to the brink of tears, reaching between his legs with an uncoordinated hand to try and grab at Craig’s cock. Curious, Craig slows himself down and lets Robert grab him. He growls and his hips twitch forwards when he’s taken out of the warm space he’s claimed for himself and is instead stroked.
The leg on his shoulder comes down and Robert’s turning over completely, raising his ass up and keeping his face hidden in the sheets.
He keeps stroking Craig off, occasionally bumping his blunt cockhead against his exposed mahogany rim.
“You trying to keep me from doing you, Robert?” Already fed up, Craig swats his hand away and uses the new position to his advantage, spreading his fingers across the globes of Robert’s ass and pressing his thumb against the edges of his hole as he pulls him apart, spreading him farther open.
“Don’t…” Robert drags the word out, whiny like a child. “It’s…you got me all f-fucked up, Craig. You bastard.” He blames him. Which is fair, considering it really is Craig’s fault that he’s rid of so much of the tension in his asshole that he’s got Robert practically farting warm on his cock.
God forbid he say that out loud though, he doesn’t need Robert crying angry tears of embarrassment and calling it quits.
“Robert, dude. This is like the whole ‘smell’ thing again.” Craig’s slipping back inside and picking up where he left off, already feeling his balls draw up and his stomach tighten as the sloppy noise of air slipping around his cock and warming him up even further starts up again. “It’s natural, perfectly natural.” He grits out.
“Fuck-!” Robert has his face buried in the sheets, his breathing coming in almost panicked sounding gasps and he’s punching his fist into the mattress. His hips move like he’s not sure whether to pull away or fuck back on Craig until finally, he’s just pressing into him. Giving up on denying himself the pleasure and only suffering through the humiliation of hearing the way his body works by cussing Craig out every chance he has enough breath to do so.
“Craig, you got me so fucked up-!” He cries out again, and of course it’s in reference to how he’s earned himself a pretty flowery gape from Craig, but Christ it feels like a lot more to the guy. Like Robert’s confessing to being a bit more ‘fucked up’ like him, being into this kind of shit, being twisted from the sweet vanilla ass virgin he once was to Craig’s own and personal sweet little cock sleeve all due to his efforts.
“I know.” And not even the vulgar slurping of air and lube alike around his throbbing length can stop Craig’s heart from feeling like it’s being squeezed with the sheer emotion Craig feels for this man below him. Wounded and hurting from experiences past, now opening up so beautifully for him, putting enough trust in him to not pull away the second his body starts reacting against his desires.
All too suddenly, the slap of his own peachy balls meeting Robert’s taint with every frantic thrust feels like too much. Even the weakened hold Robert’s body has around his cock is a lot, and Craig can feel his arms shaking from where he’s pushed Robert’s ass down- down until Robert’s body is sinking into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Black hair falls over his eyes as Craig curls in on himself, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he starts to unload himself into his very own private little hole. But he doesn’t stop moving, not by a longshot. He can’t think about anything when he fucks Robert through his orgasm.
The wet squelching noises of his own cum being simultaneously pushed deep inside of Robert and pulled out and dripping onto his and Robert’s balls alike is a thing in the far, far back of his mind. Barely even in it. All that’s left of him is the primal need to fuck and keep fucking.
He’s present enough to acknowledge the fact that his fucking is loud, really loud. It really does sound like Robert’s trying to push him out now with the noisy passes of air that could easily be mistaken for honest-to-god flatulence. But he keeps going.
He keeps going until his balls hurt and his own pelvis feels bruised and not even his soft cock will obey him when he tries pushing back into Robert one last time. He’s at least able to slip the head into Robert’s gape and stay there while he catches his breath.
Slowly, his human conscience returns to him.
Oh god….Robert.
He has to be shaken to death, the poor guy. In disbelief of his body’s betrayal and vulgarity.
“Robert…” Craig speaks softly, a different man than he was a moment before- when he was buried in a nice, warm hole. He puts a big, gentle hand on Robert’s shoulder and carefully turns him over. His cock slips out when he nudges Robert onto his back, mindful of the soaked sheets beneath them. Before he moves to wipe his lover clean (he wants to admire the sight of his cum coating the entirety of Robert’s ass and inner thighs first, of course) Craig looks to Robert’s face.
“Robert, oh man.”
His bottom lip is caught trapped between his teeth, chattering like he’s freezing. His chest is rising and falling in rapid succession and-
His sweet, soft cock is twitching with what little life it has left, spitting out small dribbles of watery cum onto his belly.
Robert’s looking up at him with wide, doe-brown eyes. His pupils are blown out and his cheeks are wet with tears. But despite it all, he reaches up and snatches Craig by the shoulders, yanking him downwards and pulling him into a tight hug.
Craig notices the way Robert barely humps up against him when he returns the hug, sighing in content and nosing his way into Robert’s throat.
“Robert…”
You’ve got me all kinds of fucked up too, Robert Small.
Just read "I've Got You Dude"...i.... Im in tears???? A true work of art. A fuckin....... Masterpiece. Thank you. God bless you.
im cry….thank you so much…. :,^D thank you for reading and for the nice words…………that fic, it’s part of a robert/craig series i’ve got going on where craig’s pretty much robert’s good ol dom and…..im rambling..but your timing on sending this ask is funny because it’s today that im uploading another fic for that ship!
ughh....i love mary......she’s so fucking gorgeous and i just fucking love thinking of which dads would be stupidly submissive to her and just preening for her love and touch. i love thinking of her treating her boys damien and robert so well.............robert letting himself lay across her lap and nuzzling against her tummy and maybe teasing both himself and mary by rubbing his fingers against her panties and just tracing the outline of her cunt while she just strokes his hair like he’s a good ol pup...
meanwhile damien is a bit more.....reserved but only because he’s not too used to being openly vulgar like robert is and it takes a few gentle strokes and touches to his hair and face for mary to get him to show and admit to her that yeah........he wants to be touching her and be touched by her too.
*bites fist* i bet both boys love to be treated badly in the best ways- kept from having any real sexual stimulation and having to cum from things like eating mary out or her playing with their nipples or just touching them everywhere /but/ where they need it.
or maybe she has one of them watch while she fucks the other one, whether riding them or just fucking them with a strap on....maybe when she’s feeling particularly mean she doesn’t even fuck either of them and just plays with only one of them and lets the other watch................
Okay but i love how you draw dicks??? And balls???
:3c thank you so so much im gonna have to draw some more later~ im not yet an expert on drawing either but….one day…one day ill be able to draw as many dicks and balls as i want and you all will get to see em
like a young baby bull in a china shop~ i bet in deadlock he got used to constantly handling things aggressively, but once he settles down into blackwatch and gets to meet ana, im betting to believe that boy was too worried about crushing a pretty lady’s hand and was always trying to be gentle with her……a gentle hand shake, gentle smiles, even holding himself a lot looser than normal……….. and ana finds it amusing every time because she’s in the same organization as him; she fights wars, what is this young boy thinking treating her like porcelain? she must like it all the same though~
Hell yeah. He’s seen her take both Jack and Gabe and kick their ass, but he still treats her like he’d hurt her.
Uggggggh now just think when he meets Fareeha she climbs all over him like he’s the big jungle gym. McCree completely confused and terrified that he’ll hurt her, Fareeha not having any of that always challenging him. But once he gets used to her he throws her around like she’s nothing.
yesss god, can you imagine what it was like for him when fareeha was born and gabriel, jack, and reinhardt were all, of course, given the opportunity to interact with lil baby fareeha. and mccree expects that, but what he DOESNT expect is for himself to have been invited to see the baby too, and not only that but ana tries HANDING him the baby like she thinks he can handle it. he cant- he'd go absolutely statue still and refuse to move until the baby is taken from him. he's so nervous about handling things gently....................
but yes once she's older and he's used to her climbing him (and probably punching his gut for fun, as children do) he'd probably be one of those guys who lifts her over his head and dramatically drops her onto a pile of pillows.
but you know whats better than mccree treating everyone gently...........................the answer is: someone treating mccree gentle in a way he's never experienced before.....
like a young baby bull in a china shop~ i bet in deadlock he got used to constantly handling things aggressively, but once he settles down into blackwatch and gets to meet ana, im betting to believe that boy was too worried about crushing a pretty lady’s hand and was always trying to be gentle with her......a gentle hand shake, gentle smiles, even holding himself a lot looser than normal........... and ana finds it amusing every time because she’s in the same organization as him; she fights wars, what is this young boy thinking treating her like porcelain? she must like it all the same though~
Gosh I missed your art on my dash, NSFW or other wise. 😍😍😍😍😍
th…..thank you… it’s good to finally be able to draw again~ sorry im such a slow poke <:^) but i promise you ill try to draw more, i’ve recently gained inspiration and motivation at the same time, im gonna try to put it to good use!!!!
okay look i know everyone loves young scrawny fresh-out-of-deadlock mccree, but..........................come on....consider young big built-like-a-bull mccree with shaggy hair like every young cowboy used to have and knowing not at ALL how to throw his own beef around too properly yet.
oo okay i dont know if anyone will see this but im just...thinking about how all brian wanted to do was impress you and....im wondering if that would...extend to the bedroom...........................
the man has never bottomed because of course when people look at him they assume hes a big bear top who loves to fuck people smaller than him....but just...........imagine the person he likes and is in bed with wants him to bottom and he’s just....
“oh”
but of COURSE he wants to make them happy, to give them what they want PLUS more like.......
just think of how he’d push himself past his limits just for dadsona....or literally anyone he might like....someone like joseph, or crag, or damien, or ANYONE REALLY. t t think of him doing it for a pretty lady like mary who’s not too interested in taking him but is VERY interested in having him take her...you know...strap ons and all......
FUCK i jsut cant stop thinking of bottom brian trying to show off a little too much just to earn that little bit of praise he so badly wants like...come on...
gonna start uploading fics from my AO3 account here just so that my tumblr isn’t so.........empty......it’s easier for me to write than draw more often simply because i don’t have a very good spot to sit at to draw :,^)
Summary: Craig gives Robert some good old fashioned TLC sex. Promised to make it good for him- and he does. He's quick to learn that Robert has a very, very soft and pliant side to him if you play with him just right.
Word Count: 4,583
Craig has to bite his bottom lip at the sight before him, sighing heavily and feeling that pleasant rush of blood pump through his body as his heart speeds up.
Beneath him lies Robert, his legs on both sides of Craig’s hips with his face flushed and angry seeming, looking away to keep from watching Craig look him over. The poor guy sounds like he had just run a mile even when they haven’t even done much yet. His chest is rising and falling quickly- sounding afraid and uncertain of himself, but it’s okay. Craig has him, he promised to make him feel good. Promised to pay him the attention he’s been seeking out.
The attention he deserves.
Right now, he’s just pressing the flat of both of his hands against Robert’s still clothed chest; massaging his pectorals and occasionally drifting lower to stroke at his abdomen. It’s mostly muscled but it has a soft give to it, a cute little pouch of fat mostly evident in his lower belly. Maybe it’s from the alcohol Robert has a bitter-sweet relationship with, or maybe it comes from the man having a secret soft spot for sugar that Craig may not entirely know the extent of. Either way he finds it endearingly cute.
He massages his fingers into the doughy flesh, pleased that Robert doesn’t immediately swat his hands away. But he doesn’t want to try Robert’s patience so he quickly moves on to the rest of the man’s enticing body.
The guy’s pants are hooked around his ankles and Craig moves to slide them off of him, stopping to kiss at the bone of one ankle when he kneels low enough at the edge of the bed. He can only smile to himself and keep his eyes downcast when he hears the scarred man’s breathing hitch, an almost wounded noise leaving him as Craig hears him shift, no doubt trying to catch a look at what’s going on down there.
Craig just chuckles soft and reassuring, pressing another kiss to the rugged man’s calf as he slowly slides those dark and tattered jeans off the rest of the way and exposes more of his sweet brown skin. He doesn’t look up between Robert’s legs just yet, to that secret place that the man must be so used to using. Maybe not so secret to others, but it is to Craig. Instead he drags the kisses down towards the rest of Robert’s foot, only managing to place a loving little kiss to the pad of his foot, right beneath Small’s toes, before the limb is getting snatched away from him and his gentle hands.
The athlete can only offer a grin up towards Robert. So it seems he’s ticklish…
“Don’t be fucking weird.” Robert growls, but it’s nothing at all like the voice Craig has heard the man use when he was genuinely angry or disturbed, so Craig just nods and moves to kiss the calf to his other leg, letting him pretend to be angry all he wants.
“You have really nice skin, bro.” It’s scarred in some places, but soft to the touch all the same. Craig strokes a hand up and down the warm skin of Robert’s leg. “Do you use lotion?”
“I just told you.” The words have a lot less of a bite to them, soft and spoken as if Robert didn’t have the breath for it. “Don’t be weird.”
He’s embarrassed. Cute.
“I’m just being honest, man. It’s soft as hell.” He even goes as far as to press the side of his face against Robert’s leg, nuzzling into it like a cat and pressing yet another kiss after sniffing at the skin, trying to find any hint of a scented lotion masking Robert’s natural scent. “Really nice.”
Robert seems to be done complaining because he’s lying flat on his back again, swallowing and just closing his eyes. Maybe searching for the patience within himself to deal with his weird infatuations, Craig thinks. It makes him grin, a smile all soft edges and kindness.
“If you want me to stop, I will.” His voice is quiet, full of patience and understanding. “But I’m not doing this to be weird, you know? I just…”
Kiss.
“You’re really handsome, bro. Honest.”
He groans, but Robert doesn’t say much else otherwise. Just lies there and slowly brings back the leg he had taken away and places it atop Craig’s shoulder. Craig is quick to give that one a welcome back kiss.
The low thrum of the rotating fan pushing the humid air around in the hastily rented out motel room joins in the noise of Craig’s lips kissing their way up Robert’s leg.
Robert had been reluctant to do this in Craig’s room on the account that he felt he was intruding, and he didn’t quite feel too comfortable engaging in sex under the same roof as an infant and two other kids. He was also quick to refuse to take this to his own bedroom back at his place, because that would make it feel too much like every other sex escapade he’d use to wash away his troubles with- and that’s the exact opposite of what Craig had promised him this would be like.
But then Robert had just about slapped Craig’s wallet out of his hand when the words “fancy hotel room” left his lips. Robert didn’t want to be spoiled and have Craig wasting his money.
Oh, but if only Robert knew how much Craig wanted to spoil the man now.
Once he reaches the man’s thighs his tongue laves out and licks a long, hot stripe of saliva up to the bone of the darker man’s hips, making his leg twitch before setting itself a little more snugly on Craig’s shoulder- almost wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
His tongue drags over to that soft stomach Craig quickly finds himself growing fond of, licking and nipping little bites here and there as he brings his hands to Robert’s hips and rubs his thumbs into the V dip leading to his crotch.
His fun with Robert’s belly ends when the man gives his face a gentle smack once that tongue starts dipping in and out of the crease of his belly button, a playful and teasing grin having been at the jock’s lips.
Those hands, the one with the tattoo that Robert never seems to want to show people…they’re clutching at the neutral colored sheets beneath them, his brown eyes forcefully held shut like the man was anticipating something bad to happen. Maybe he didn’t think he’d be able to enjoy this.
Craig takes the hand that feels heavy with bad memories he knows nothing about and runs his lips over the scarred knuckles. He doesn’t quite kiss it, not really. Just…feels the texture of Robert’s knuckles against his mouth.
Those foggy brown eyes are on him now, watching him with a tense kind of suspension. Waiting for Craig to say something about the tattoo, or maybe the scars.
Confident gray eyes meet browns that can’t settle with staring at either his own hand or those striking eyes and then-
“Shit.” Robert groans, face contorted as if he were in pain as he brings his own free hand to cover the lower half of his darkening face.
Craig has taken his thin and long index and middle finger and pressed them to his lips, curling them as he slips his tongue between them obscenely, tonguing at the patch of skin in between before he takes to bringing both into his own mouth. He’s shameless about the amount of drool that he forces onto the two digits, not caring that he can feel it drip down to the other man’s sharp knuckles. His gaze is on Robert anyways, watchful and attentive for his expressions.
It’s too soon when Craig takes those two fingers out of his mouth, giving them one last little lick with the tip of his tongue and then he’s guiding Robert’s hand down, down in between-
“No.”
It’s a protest, and the first one of the night, but Small isn’t budging his hand. It’s limp in Craig’s own; the poor man doesn’t know what to do with it when it’s coated in another man’s saliva and that same fuck of a man wants to use it to make him finger himself.
It’s obviously not a situation Small has found himself in before. It has Craig leaning up and pressing his body flushed against the alcoholic, his eyelids feeling heavy as he finds Robert’s jaw with his mouth.
Fuck, is he an ass-virgin?
That’s so insanely fucking hot.
“C’mon, man.” Craig’s heart is going faster, his own cock fattening up even more as he starts to think about the possibility that Robert Small really hasn’t taken a dick before. “I wanna make you feel good.”
He mouths at that dark neck, sucking on a tendon and nipping at his jawline. Hard enough to really let Robert feel it, but not so much that it should cause him any pain or discomfort.
“I’m not going to fucking do that when I’m ass naked and you’re still wearing your day clothes.”
“Ha….’do that’.” He shakes his head against Robert’s neck, his soft hair tickling into darker skin as he directs the attention of his mouth to the sliver of collarbone exposed from underneath a dusty red shirt. “You’re a grown man, Robert my dude. You can say what it is.”
Craig licks his lips. He wants to hear Robert say it, needs to hear it.
“I don’t want to.”
“Alright.” That’s fine. There will be plenty of other opportunities for the words to leave the mysterious man’s lips- preferably in the middle of some begging. Instead Craig focuses on suckling at an inch of soft brown flesh before he’s pulling away to pull his own shirt over his head and exposing his lightly sun-kissed chest, carelessly casting it to the side and bending over some so he can ruck his pants and underwear off too. It’s fast, a lot faster than anything he has done this entire session.
It seems to have caught Robert by surprise, but he doesn’t show it with anything more than a grunt as he’s looking back up from where he had tried to take a peek at what Craig’s pants were not so good at concealing.
Craig knew that Robert had to have seen some movement down there when the two would cross paths in the middle of Craig’s night jogging; when Craig couldn’t be assed enough to put on some underwear underneath his sweats.
Yeah. Robert will get to be acquainted with that soon.
“It’ll feel really good, dude. I promise you.” Their hips are flush and their stomachs are flush too and- fuck Robert feels good against his body. Where Craig is perfectly sculpted with years of exercise and health maintenance, Robert has a few soft and squishy bits, heavenly plush against Craig’s sharp body. He starts rutting into Robert’s hips, trapping their cocks between their bodies only momentarily before he’s reaching down and wrapping a hand around them both, taking care to thumb at Robert’s cockhead.
It’s wet.
A hot rush of air escapes through the scruffy man’s nostrils and he’s turning his head to the side. It’s a wordless surrender.
“Awesome.”
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At first Craig had been reluctant to pull himself away from the comforting warmth of Robert Small’s own body, wet with anticipation and perspiration.
Ha.
But now… Oh, now he doesn’t ever want to leave where he’s fitted his face nicely against Robert’s ass, his head cushioned by tanned thighs and a hand pulling a little sharp at his hair. He can handle it though, it’s fine.
This is really fucking fine.
“Fucking-!” Gasps the voice above him, and it just encourages Craig to press harder against his taint, his tongue slathering over everything and anything in front of his mouth. He licks at the tan fingers he has buried into that sweet pucker, then in between into his hole, no longer having to persuade Robert into letting him play with him as he so pleases. He doesn’t even have to guide his fingers anymore.
Robert’s learned pretty fast how to fuck himself in a way he likes with his own fingers, and that’s exactly what he’s doing now. Dragging his pointer and middle finger in and out of his virgin hole with the aid of some lubricant and a hell of a lot of Craig’s eager slobbering.
But he moves so fucking slowly, still too curious about his own insides to fuck himself properly.
“You’re doing great.” He barely gives himself the chance to speak before he’s diving back in, this time going for Robert’s balls and taking one in his mouth. Craig can barely contain his moan at the sweaty, salty taste to them even with all the hair in the way. “So good, Robert.”
His hands are slipped underneath that faded t-shirt that he isn’t so sure why Robert is still wearing, not when he’s rucked it up all the way to his pits just so he can blindly grope and squeeze at his pecs, trapping one or both nipples between his thumb and forefingers and pinching them, pulling at them to hear those sweet little noises that Craig knows Robert is trying to hold back- trying to cover them up with an angry sounding curse, or a gruff growl, after each slip up.
It had taken a bit of persuasion for Robert to let Craig shove his face into his ass like this, and even against his crotch too- as if the man had never gotten blown off before. Which, Craig was very aware that would not be a true thing to say.
No, Robert was just antsy because he was worried about his smell.
Craig couldn’t blame him and his worries; it was a hot summer’s night and the dingy motel room with its cheap fan didn’t do much to help with the sweltering heat.
But…
The amused little chuckle that left him couldn’t be helped.
Was Robert really that worried that the guy who spends his whole day sweating buckets and stinking was going to mind a bit of musk from him?
It was only after he voiced this (and spoke a little too much about how much he wanted to do this for him) that Robert licked his lips and looked away. Just like that Craig had gained permission to having his way with that dark virgin hole.
“You smell,” Craig has his nose buried into the thatch of Robert’s surprisingly well-kept pubic hair, nuzzling into it and inhaling more than his lungs can handle, till they burn and he can feel them filled with Robert’s stink. “-so stinking good, bro.” He sighs and lets his eyes fall closed, blissful.
Robert doesn’t even give him a glance before that constant little pull at Craig’s hair turns serious. Painful enough to have Craig following the pull to lessen the stress on his scalp, but not without a quiet whine of displeasure at being forced away from what he had been enjoying.
“Don’t fucking-… Keep your god damn nose out of there, that’s disgusting.”
Craig tries to shake him off- literally- shaking his head to dislodge the hand from his hair. It’s no good.
“Calm down, man.” Craig tries, licking at his lips and already missing Robert’s pungent smell. He can still taste it in his mouth; a thick and heavy aftertaste. Sharp, just like the man himself
And his knives, a voice in the back of Craig’s head supplies. He ignores it.
“I’m always the worst smelling one out of the ‘dad’ group when I can’t shower after a workout; you don’t have to be shy about this kind of thing with me.”
An idea comes to the health fanatic in the middle of his sentence and he raises an arm, cupping the back of his own neck. His fingers brush against Robert’s own in his hair.
“Would it make you feel better if you smell me too?” He’s pointing to his armpit, thick with unshaven black hair, wiry and coarse.
“The fuck is wrong with you.” Robert deadpans, but it’s not a no. He just pushes Craig’s head away and nervously rubs at his own chest as he leans up on an elbow, watching the man between his legs.
“You don’t smell bad,” He smells fucking awful, but in a sexy way that Craig enjoys way too fucking much to ever tell Robert about and risk making him close up. He gets on his feet and leans up to where Robert is, his abdomen pressing against everything private of Robert’s as he nears him with his arm still up. “I’m telling you- get a whiff of me and you won’t feel as bad. It’s natural, dude.”
Those dark eyebrows are still furrowed and there’s a crease at the side of Robert’s nose, running down to a corner of his lips. He sniffs without leaning in any closer than he already is, almost like one might casually do when they have nothing else to do.
“You fucking reek.”
“Yup.”
And they leave it at that.
‘For now.’ Craig thinks.
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“Oh….oh…”
Robert is at a loss for words. He looks mystified, mouth gaping like he doesn’t know how to work it anymore, a pretty flush covering his sharp cheeks and running down to his chest in a way that makes Craig want to lick him up all over. It makes him think too much of strawberry syrup.
“Just hold on…” Craig’s jaw is tense, brows furrowed as he slowly eases the first half of his cock into that tight clench of the older man’s body with the help of his hand’s guidance, and he’d worry that he didn’t help Robert prep enough-
“O-Oh…”
But his dizzying expression is more than telling. He looks lost, eyes staring through Craig as his voice pitches up a little higher, his noises sounding a little whinier, and all too suddenly he feels sweet and compliant underneath Craig. Like he’s completely at his mercy now; wouldn’t complain about a thing no matter what the darker haired man may ask of him.
He’s licking at his bottom lip now, pushing against Craig’s shoulders with the strength of a flower letting itself get nudged by a gentle wind. It’s too similar to a kitten’s kneading, up until Robert slides his shaky hands down the rest of the way to Craig’s lean back and has his arms wrapped around him- holding onto him.
“Shh, you’re okay.” He’d stroke the man’s back to comfort him, to soothe his trembles, but the hand not holding up his weight above the scruffy body beneath him is keeping a tight hold on his own dick; he needs it to keep himself from jutting forwards into that molten warmth, to keep from overwhelming the poor guy.
He’s overwhelmed enough as it is; eyes cloudy and unfocused as he loses himself to the experience of taking his first deep dicking.
“God-,” Craig gasps, letting his head drop and feeling his breath shake as he inhales deeply. His unstable breathing is more from the sensation engulfing him than the labor he’s putting himself through from just having to hold himself back. “It’s like you’re trying to suck me the rest of the way in.”
“I’m sorry.” Robert apologizes with the whisper of a breath he has left in him, confused and burying his face into Craig’s neck like it’s something he should do- apologize for how his body’s natural response is to react needily when getting stuffed full.
“No. Don’t be, at all. It’s….”
It’s so good.
He can’t say that out loud though because he’s pushing the rest of the way in, and it takes him not being able to push in any farther to realize that he’s buried to the hilt. Craig groans and brings both of his arms up to the bed so he can lean his weight on his elbows, allowing himself the small mercy of taking a quick break to recover.
Robert is still holding on to him, hiding his face.
With Craig on his elbows now, Robert is more or less just a few inches above the bed, almost lying back onto it. Craig is tempted to put a hand to the older man’s chest, to push him down into the mattress so he can get a better look at his expression; but he knows that it’s better to just play the role of a teddy bear for Robert to hug dear and close, to take whatever comfort he may need from him.
“You doing okay, man?” He asks, murmuring into that burning red hot ear as he turns his face to nuzzle into Robert’s graying, handsome hair. “You’re really quiet.”
He can feel the shake of the other man’s head against his neck, his hair tickling his skin. The meaning behind the gesture makes Craig’s throat go dry and he swallows thickly, adam’s apple bobbing as his stomach starts to knot appprehensively.
He’s not sure he could make himself stop now if he was asked. He really doesn’t want to.
He really doesn’t fucking want to.
But he asks anyways, shifting awkwardly and feeling the wetness from Robert’s cock smear against the smooth expanse of his stomach.
“Do you want to stop?”
Again, a shake of the head.
Craig starts to pull away, bringing a hand between them to push at Robert’s chest like he had wanted to earlier, frowning as he searches the man over. Those hands against his back slide back up to his shoulders. When Robert’s laid back against the bed Craig feels his dick twitch in that too-tight cavernous embrace around him- and Robert must have felt it too, with the way his breath comes out in a stutter.
His eyes are shut closed, still embarrassed to watch Craig look him over in his most vulnerable element, but the way he’s biting his bottom lip wet with a little drool is just too good. There’s no chance in hell that Craig can resist touching.
He brings up a hand to cup to bottom of Robert’s itchy jaw, tilting his head up just a little as he runs the pad of his thumb against the swell of that sweet bottom lip; tinted red by his teeth. Craig is just about to lean down, to press his lips to Robert’s own, when he stops and notices something.
He’s holding his breath.
Despite himself, Craig laughs. It’s a kind and friendly noise, almost inappropriate in this situation.
“You have to breathe, Robert.”
Like he was waiting for permission, or maybe he really did have to be reminded, Robert swallows a big gulp of air. His next noise is a long keen, a delayed reaction to bottoming out.
This time the jock really does try to comfort Robert. He meets his lips in a kiss and moves the hand at his chin to his side instead, stroking slow and steady, trying to ease Robert into making his breathing pattern similar. They stay at it like this for a while. Kissing each other and touching each other sweetly- only mutually shared once Robert could calm down enough to bring a hand to the back of Craig’s head and stroke his fingers through his soft black hair.
When it doesn’t feel like Robert’s body is trying to push him out anymore, Craig moves back just enough so that his lips are just a hair’s breath away from his partner’s own.
“Ready to keep going?”
Robert nods.
“Come on, bro.” Craig laughs, breathless and tilting his head down to nose at Robert’s throat. “Tell me you want it.” He whispers.
He can hear Robert try to work the words out of his mouth, heavy breaths interrupting his attempts when Craig plays it a little mean and starts to shift his hips just enough to get his dick nudging at Robert’s walls.
“Come on...” He urges.
“C-…Craig…” It’s a broken noise, quiet and more of a whimpering whine than anything, but Craig can practically feel his cock slicking his partner’s insides with eager pulses in response.
“Yeah? Yeah..? What is it, dude?” He asks, overeager and a little pushy. He lifts his head to look Robert in the eyes, who still has his eyes closed.
“Robert.” He tries, wanting his eyes on him.
They open, the brown color of his iris pushed to a thin line with the growth of his pupils. His eyes shine with a suspicious amount of wetness that Craig wants to question-
“Just…” He’s blinking and there’s definitely a lot of wetness to his eyes. “Christ, please just fuck me.”
But how can he resist such a polite request?
“Sh, let me just take care of you, bro.” He hushes him when Robert starts to really get impatient, moving his hips down and grunting softly at the inexperienced way he’s using Craig to poke at his own insides. His hips are easy to hold down and press into the bed, the skin soft and pliable at the hips.
“Let me just…yeah. Yeah.” Craig’s words lose their intellect when he starts to pull out, slow and easy, and both men shudder when his cock jerks hard after he notices the rim of Robert’s wet hole tugging along with his dick.
“Here…-” He’s licking his lips and has only the tip nestled inside of Robert when he’s reaching for the nearby discarded tube of lube. It’s messy and drips onto the sheets below them, but Craig doesn’t care and only squeezes a hefty amount above his cock; pushing the clear liquid into Robert’s entrance around his cock with his fingers, probing and intrusive.
He plays with him for a while longer than is necessary, loving the whiney noises Robert makes and how he squirms because he can’t decide whether to try and move away from the additional intrusion or push back down on it.
But when Craig starts pushing back inside, Robert goes stock still again. He chooses to ignore it and only brings a hand to stroke over the expanse of the graying man’s soft chest for comfort.
He’s pushing back in the second time when the comfortable squeeze of Robert’s insides flutter around Craig, constricting tight around him and making him suck in a sharp breath of air.
At first his eyes look up to Robert’s face, and he can feel it under the hand still on his chest that the man is breathing rapidly, shakily.
But then he looks down and watches as Robert’s cock pulses thick ropes of cum onto his stomach, the vein running along the length of the underside of his cock fat and full of blood.
“Oh…wow.” Craig gasps, his hand on the sheets tightening into a fist. “That’s…wow.”
He brings an uncoordinated hand- the one that had been resting on Robert’s chest- to his still pulsing cock. Craig takes it in a tight fist, wanting to feel the other man’s heartbeat. He can only hold him and watch in awe as Robert cries out and cusses beneath him; a choked off sob.
Thumbing at the head of his cock and interrupting the flow of Robert’s spend, Craig leans down and presses his forehead against Robert’s. Watching his tears fall.
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