Dennis and Robby have been dating for a few months now and Robby’s never been happier. And it’s apparent in his figure as he has gained some happy/relationship weight on top of what was already his slight old man belly.Â
Dennis is absolutely obsessed with the now clear slope of Robby’s stomach under his scrub top. Sometimes when they’re at home and Robby’s lounging in an old shirt, it’ll rise up when stretches revealing his soft tummy. Dennis is practically salivating.Â
It was until one night when Dennis , visibly in the mood and trying to get Robby engaged. Robby for whatever odd reason insisted on turning off the lights. This process repeated a few more nights until Dennis finally decided to confront him.Â
“Michael. What’s with the lights.” Dennis asks, voice firm. Robby tries to deflect and Dennis isn’t having it, continuing to push until he finally cracks.Â
“Dennis I’m fat,” he says exasperated.Â
Dennis laughs before clearing his throat, hands sliding to Robby’s hips. “Michael. You’re not fat- and even if you were fat that doesn’t mean I want the lights of when we have sex.”
“Not fat- baby I’ve gained like- twenty pounds!” He practically whined. In response Dennis slides his hand up the older man’s shirt, gently squeezing the soft flesh.Â
“Michael. Please. Let me show you how attractive I find you,” he pleads, hips steady grinding against Robby’s thigh.Â
“Fuck,” is all Robby can groan, before Dennis is hovering above his belly, sliding off his boxers.Â
“Gonna show you how much I like this belly,” he bites his bottom lip and lowers himself, clit dragging against the thick hair covering it.Â
Dennis lets out low moans, thighs squeezing either side of Robby, humping his belly. His breathing uneven rather quickly, “so hot Michael,” he falls slightly forward, hips stuttering before slick squirts from his folds, soaking Robby.Â
Robby immediately pulls Dennis in close, “love you baby, love you so much,” he kisses Dennis cheek.Â
“Lights on. Always,” he exhales against Robby’s neck.Â
“Lights on,” Robby agrees.








