Robby would kiss his forehead as good morning or as hello. It didn’t matter if it was in bed, on the street in front of the hospital, in the ambulance bay or in the locker room. As soon as he saw him, Robby’s lips would automatically meet his forehead for a kiss. Dennis would like to think he was getting better at not blushing every time it happened.
OR: 5 times Robby kissed Dennis’ forehead and one time he didn’t (or did he?)
Thinking about trans Dennis being fucked by sub top Robby, but only after Dennis has given him the sloppiest blow job of his life and denied him a few orgasms.
He’s on his back, legs spread and pushed up, essentially folding him in half as Robby drills into his weeping cunt. The man’s pubes are rubbing his t-dick just right and Dennis is saying the dirtiest things just to hear Robby whimper.
“So good for me, Daddy. All pussy drunk and pretty. If I didn’t know any better —ah! Fuck!— if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve gone dumb. Are you? Brainless for your baby? Huh?”
He moans loudly into Dennis’s ear, tucking his face into his neck and drooling as his movements grow faster. “Yes, baby —fuck! please!— can I please c—“
Dennis smirks devilishly, not that Robby can see it, “not yet.” The whine he releases is not fit for a fifty-ish year old man. “You gotta make me cum first, remember? It would be impolite considering I treated you so well earlier.”
Robby’s mind supplied the image of Dennis on his knees, pink lips wrapped around his cock as he pushed himself all the way down to the base, throat constricting as he allowed Robby to fuck his face. That had been a treat. Until Dennis had all but ripped himself away, laughing at Robby’s dismayed expression before doing the whole thing twice more. Getting him right to the precipice, then backing off just before he could tip over and spill into his mouth.
“Den, please.” His voice cracks and Dennis can feel a puddle forming on his collarbone. “Please, I can’t.”
“You can.” It’s more or less a demand, “and you will. Otherwise, I’ll make you pull out and won’t touch you again tonight.”
And if that isn’t incentive enough…
Robby starts pistoning his hips, disregarding the slight pain in his lower back, sucking at the pulse point on Dennis’s neck, and sneaking one hand around Dennis’s thigh to lift his lower half to meet the sharp thrusts and letting said hand move to Dennis’s dick, stroking him, using his arousal as lube.
He’s drooling as he feels Dennis tighten around him, a symphony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bedroom while he continues his onslaught of praise mixed with insults.
“Feel so nice, Daddy. So sweet how eager you are to please. Such a dumb little thing. Bet if we stopped right now, I could make you cum just from speaking.”
“Nononono, baby. Please don’t. Need you to cum. Need you to cum so I can fill you. Want to make you a daddy.” It comes out as a sob before he could stop it. When the lagging in his brain catches up to his words, he stills mid-way. Because, fuck. They haven’t discussed this before.
Panic and dread settle into his chest and he almost lurches away from Dennis to stammer out apologies. He lifts his head sharply, a blush painting his cheeks as his mouth opens to speak. Dennis, on his part, isn’t phased by it. Instead, he removes Robby’s hand from his thigh and wraps both legs around his middle, heels digging into Robby’s ass cheeks and forcing him back inside all the way.
“Oh, so you want to make me a daddy, huh?” He teases, eyes shining mischievously. The question makes Robby squirm in his hold. “Want to fill me up? Make me all round with your kid? Make me yours?”
Robby’s hips move seemingly on their own, an inhuman noise escaping his mouth as he nods feverishly.
“Well? Come on, big guy.” He taunts, “make me cum and then you can Stake your claim since you’re so fucking greedy about it.”
If Robby were a dog, his tail would be wagging.
He tilts Dennis’s body upwards and fucking slams into him. His subordinate lets out a wrecked cry, only fueling him further.
He repeats the motion twice then starts a painfully rapid rhythm that has Dennis mewling beneath him. Robby can feel his cunt, wet, beautiful, and oh so very tight, clench again and again with every thrust. The heartbeat within it is driving him insane to the point where the tears have started up again and he’s blubbering out pure nonsense.
“Baby, please —oh, God!— please! Wanna make you a daddy, want you to cum, need it. God you’d look so pretty all pregnant with my baby. Den, please!”
Dennis isn’t much better, still spewing filth that would get him banned from church, nails digging into Robby’s back and legs beginning to shake.
Church. Huh? The concept of Robby bending him over in front of god caused a whole new wave deliciously raunchy thoughts that would surely get him sent to hell in a hand basket. He’ll put a pin in that for now; come back to it later if his mind isn’t turned to mush from the vigorous fucking he is receiving.
Robby’s going to cum. He can feel it in the tightening of his balls, the way his abdomen contracts as he tries desperately to stave off his impending orgasm. Dennis is close. Robby knows he is, he just needs to—
He brings his fingers back to Dennis’s dick, stroking and rubbing his thumb over the head of it in time with his own cock that punches the younger man’s sweet spot, eliciting a steady flow of ‘uh uh uh’s which stirs something deep in Robby’s gut.
Once. Twice. Three times is all it takes for Dennis to lock around him, pussy pulsing and feet pinning Robby into place as a gush of wetness drenches them both.
Robby becomes ravenous after that. A whining mess of a man, pumping into his lover’s cunt and spilling into him with a cry while his body shakes from overstimulation.
He collapses onto Dennis, large body blanketing him completely as he nuzzles the side of the man’s face. He’s crying so hard that he’s hiccuping. Dennis’s fingers rub soothing circles over his skin to help him calm down while he tries not to pass out; a fight he’s currently losing.
Several minutes pass before Robby’s breathing finally evens and he’s coherent enough to hear Dennis whispering praises. He’s nearly asleep when Dennis pops a question that makes his head spin.
To Bush, Or Not To Bush. That Is the Question- Trans! Dennis Whitaker
(A/N): I keep seeing these posts and comments about bushes specifically Robby’s reaction to Dennis’s bush (wilderness) and what would happen if Dennis decided to shave it. So I humbly offer you this one-shot.
Thinking about trans Dennis who hasn’t shaved since starting his transition.
His mother had always insisted that women were supposed to be hairless, that men preferred their wives to not have body hair. She swore that women having body hair was simply unhygienic— which now, as a medical professional, he knows isn’t true— so the second Dennis started going through puberty, his mother handed him a razor and a bar of soap and told him to keep himself proper. Dennis had scowled but endured it even though he’d get terrible razor bumps and ingrown hairs.
He hated it then and he still hates it now.
Truthfully, he hadn’t really thought about it since leaving Nebraska, a few months before he actually started his transition. The few partners he had prior to med school (all one night stands) hadn’t been that put off by body hair, so Dennis figured that shaving was purely for cosmetic purposes, and that his mother’s bullshit agenda was just that; an agenda, propaganda to scare him as a child.
It never really clicked to him that, like his mother insisted, some people might actually prefer their partners to be groomed.
When he started Dating Michael Robinavitch, who tells Dennis that he’s a MUNCH (Dennis had never heard that term before and had turned an embarrassing shade of fire truck red when it had been explained to him), and gets his first taste of heaven in the form of Robby’s tongue parting through his folds, lapping at his cunt and wrapping his lips around Dennis’s dick, the idea of shaving goes straight out of the window as he cums so hard the first time, that he pulls on poor Robby’s hair so violently that the older man yelps.
Robby has never complained about his pubic hair. He’s a hairy guy himself, which Dennis adores, so obviously Dennis doesn’t consider the possibility that his boyfriend may not like how bushy he is.
Until, during one very odd shift, he meets a drunken patient who comes in with his (equally as drunk) pals. Talking shit about women’s bodies like they are objects and not people.
“I’m telling you, man!” Dennis overhears one of them say, “some bush is okay, but, like, at least trim the hedges, you know? Went down on her and found a pube in my mouth, total fucking turn off.”
Dennis stills instantly, listening into the conversation as a round of agreement and laughter spills behind the cracked door.
“I prefer ‘em bald.” The patient says, “especially if I’m eating her out.”
Dennis’s brow furrows as the third one adds a comment. “God forbid she has ass hair! I mean, Jesus! You remember Allison? From Chem?”
There’s another round of laughter and shame forms a pit in Dennis’s stomach as the revelation hits. Would Robby prefer him to be hairless? Dennis is on testosterone, his whole lower body is covered in blonde hairs. Does he find it disgusting?
There’s a flare of panic, and suddenly thoughts are running through his mind as he compares his hairy body to the likes of these hairless women that the drunk guys are discussing.
He is quieter for the rest of shift. Quiet enough that Trinity notices almost immediately.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” She asks when they’re chatting. “You’ve got that sad mouse look.”
“I do not have a ‘sad mouse’ look!”
“Do too.” He bites the inside of his lip, head tucking slightly. She instantly goes from slightly joking to straight up concerned. “Dennis? Seriously? What’s wrong?”
“I—“ how does he even go about explaining this, “do you shave?”
She blinks at him. “What?”
“You know— like… down there?”
“I hardly believe that’s your business.” She folds her arms across her chest.
“It’s not— argh— I’ve just been thinking about shaving again, it’s getting to be… too much?”
Trinity raises a skeptical brow. “Uh-huh. Any specific reason why? Are you doing this for yourself? Or for someone else?”
“Myself.” He lies meekly. “I just- it’s been a while, and I get really bad razor bumps, so—“
“Have you ever thought about waxing?” She interrupts.
“Waxing?”
Trinity shrugs. “Yeah? I go to this place called the Wax Bar, the one that’s a few blocks from our apartment, and they’re pretty good.”
“Doesn’t it hurt though?”
“Only for like thirty minutes, then it’s smooth sailing. Figurative and literally.” She grins at him, “I’m going there tomorrow if you want to come?”
He contemplates it for a moment. Then he recalls the men’s conversation from earlier, immediately followed by the made up image of Robby’s face curled in disgust, and agrees. “yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”
Let it be known that Trinity Santos is a complete liar.
Dennis figures that out pretty quickly when the first strip of wax has him yelling expletives that would have his mama washing his mouth out with soap if she’d heard him.
By the end of the session with the very lovely older Russian woman named Lana —who Dennis almost decked at several points, but that’s not relevant— his crotch is red hot and sticking uncomfortably to his boxers.
“You’re walking like you’ve just gotten off of a horse.” She snorts when he glares at her.
“What happened to ‘it doesn’t hurt that bad’?” He hisses.
“Oh quit it. You’re such a baby!”
“This can’t be normal.” He groans, “it feels like fire.”
“It’ll calm down,” she laughs as they get into the car to go home. (Well, Trinity gets into the car, Dennis moves so gingerly that trinity rolls her eyes.)
She’s right. It does calm down. But it took baby oil, and some frozen peas for it to finally stop pulsing.
“How’s it feeling, Huck?” Trinity enters the bathroom without warning while he’s inspecting himself in the mirror. He wraps his towel back around himself, barely managing to conceal himself before she barges in.
“Jesus!” He shouts.
She whistles, clearly catching sight of his naked form just as he covers himself. “Looking smoother than a baby seal!”
“Is the concept of privacy nonexistent for you?”
“Basically.” She shrugs, continuing into the bathroom. “Hope you aren’t planning on seducing our boss tonight, you’re supposed to wait at least 24 hours before having sex after getting a fresh wax.”
He sputters, cheeks going red. “I am not—! We aren’t—! Ugh, you’re impossible!”
He storms out while she cackles.
Dennis does, in fact, not go over Robby’s that night. He wants to, desperately, he wants to, but he refrains. Even when Robby shoots him a text, asking if he’s coming around tonight, he declines. (It’s a hardship on both their parts, but Dennis promises that he’ll come over tomorrow with a surprise, which Robby seems very enthusiastic about.)
He spends the whole night tossing and turning with slight anxiety, then following morning he is hyping himself up in his full length mirror while trying to figure out what to wear.
He settles for the crotchless panties he’d bought himself years ago that he’d never worn, but thought they were too pretty to throw away. It had been hiding in the back of his closet, and Dennis is surprised that they still fit.
The fabric is light blue, satin, with lace on the trim, and a cute bow that sits on the top of his ass. He didn’t dress like this. Ever. But, even he has to admit that it is quite a sight.
“Robby’s going to love it!” He whispers reassurances to himself the whole bus ride to his boyfriend’s townhouse as he fiddles with the hem of his (Robby’s) worn out t-shirt.
He’s feeling very brave when he gets to Robby’s doorstep. Unfortunately, the bravery starts to wane when Robby opens the door and smiles at him.
Dennis doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of seeing the way Robby’s eyes light up when Dennis is in his presence. The way his crows feet become more pronounced, the summertime warmth of his brown irises… he’s so beautiful it’s physically painful to look at him sometimes.
“Hi, Sweetheart.” Dennis blushes at the moniker. Robby’s hand shoots out to grab the younger man by the shirt and pulls him into his arms as he shuts the door behind them.
Dennis grins, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Robby on the lips. “Missed you.”
“Yeah?” Robby chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose with Dennis’s. “You should’ve come over last night then.”
“I couldn’t.” Robby pulls away, giving Dennis a questioning glance.
“Is this about my surprise?” He asks cheekily.
Dennis’s heart speeds up a bit. He tries to smother the anxiety with false confidence. Fake it til you make it, or however the saying goes.
He nods shyly. Then without warning he toes off his sneakers, and undoes his belt. Robby grabs his hands, joking, “Christ, give a man some warning before you go stripping in my foyer!”
“It’s necessary for your… surprise.”
Robby cocks his head to the side, then his eyes widen comically. “Den, please tell me you got my name tattooed on your ass.”
“What?” He asked bewildered. “No! Why the fuck would I get your name tattooed on my ass? And why the hell are you so damn excited about that?”
He shrugs. “I’m possessive.”
No shit.
“Alright, if it isn’t my name tattooed on your body —which I encourage, by the way—“
“Freak.” Dennis mutters midway through his sentence earning a smack on his butt.
“Then what is it?”
Dennis rolls his eyes and pulls his pants down, stepping out of them entirely to show off his panties and hairless pussy to his boyfriend. Dennis tries to look more enticing than he feels, especially under Robby’s watchful eyes.
He could see in real time the immediate reaction Robby has the second he spots Dennis’s bare cunt because the man, honest-to-god, drops to his knees and glares at Dennis’s body like it has personally offended him.
The silence is deafening, Robby’s hands are on Dennis’s hips, unmoving. Dennis begins to squirm under his critique.
Fingers drift from his left hip to the bands of the underwear that sits on either side of his pussy. “What- what did you do?”
Shame and insecurity pull at Dennis’s navel. Like a skittish animal, he goes to retreat. To put his pants back on, to tell Robby to forget this ever happened, but Robby locks an arm around the back of his knees, keeping him in place.
“I—“ Dennis gulped nervously. “I got waxed.”
Robby pets the smooth skin, “no, I see that. But… why?”
“I thought you’d like it.” He bites his lower lip, “do you not like it?”
He’s silent once again and Dennis really wants to bolt now, the embarrassment too much for him to handle.
“My poor baby,” Robby whines from below, voice breaking as though it was genuinely an emotional moment. “He’s so cold.”
“He? Wha—? Oh!” Dennis lets out a noise of surprise when Robby starts placing kisses against his inner thighs, one hand slipping the pretty panties off of his body.
“These are really nice, Sweetheart. I don’t want you to ruin them.” Robby mutters into his skin. Then he presses his nose and mouth onto the younger man’s cunt, inhaling deeply and frowning.
“Not going to lie, you’re giving me really mixed signals right now.” Dennis admits. Robby doesn’t spare him a glance, too focused on mapping out the bare pussy in front of him.
“He’s so naked. Doesn’t smell like you.” The attending pouts. “You butchered my boy, my sweet baby.”
Dennis rolls his eyes at Robby’s ridiculous performance. “Why the hell did you do this?”
“I…” Dennis’s nerves flare again, uncertain how to answer. “I heard some guys talking about hair down there and that men don’t really like that.”
Robby looks at him like he’s lost his mind as he keeps rambling. “And I just thought, we haven’t really discussed body hair, and you going down on me must be kinda gross because I am- was- so hairy. I figured maybe I ought to do a little… maintenance.”
“Have I ever given you any indication that I dislike your bush?” Robby asks genuinely.
“Well, no, but—“
“I’m a grown man.” Robby states. “I can handle a jungle.”
“Yeah, but those guys—“ he tries to argue.
“Are fucking babies if they don’t eat cunt just cause they’re scared of a little pubic hair.” Robby licks at Dennis’s cock, still somewhat sensitive from the waxing despite how long it’s been since he got it done. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you au natural. Don’t ever do this to my poor baby again.”
Robby smothers himself in Dennis’s pussy, eating him out right there against the doorframe. Making him whine, purr, beg, shout, cum all over his beard and lips til he’s dripping on the floor tiles below.
When Robby stands with a groan, knees cracking, he takes a flushed and dazed Dennis by the hands and smiles down at him lovingly.
“If you ever shave or wax my poor pussy again, I swear to god I will shave my beard. Then we’ll both be sad.” He punctuated the threat with a kiss and a pat to Dennis’s head. “Move it, Whitaker, I gotta keep him warm.”
Dennis stumbles stupidly down the hall, following his boyfriend to the bedroom with only one thought. He cannot go hairless again. As much as he loves Robby, Dennis is entirely sure that he will actually cry if he shaves his beard.
When he catches up with Robby, both void of all clothing, Robby looks down at Dennis’s pussy and sighs. “Next time, just get the fucking tattoo.”
anyways,do you think dennis thought that when his er rotation ended, trinity was going to kick him out/ask him to leave? do you think he started to pack his bag (singular) a few nights before his er rotation ended? that trinity saw his packed bag and confronted him about where he was going? then told him that he didn't have to leave just bcus they wouldn't be working together anymore? and that's when they started to be more like friends and less like acquaintances that happen to live together?
At some point throughout the night, Dennis had lost Robby. He’d been right by his side then suddenly he had vanished. Dennis thinks it was when Trinity forced him to do the dirty dancing lift, the crowd had definitely dispersed when they’d done that. Thank God it was something they’d before and he hadn’t had much to drink or else he was sure they’d have both ended up on the floor.
He’d enjoyed dancing with Robby tonight, he also enjoyed doing other stuff with Robby tonight. Dennis thought the other man would shy away from his touch as soon as they were in front of their colleagues but he didn’t. He happily let Dennis dance around him and on him. He even laughed when Dennis forced him to move a little more with his hands on his hips.
But now he had lost him and when the promise of going back to Robby’s had been placed on the table, he was determined to find him.
He wandered around the bar hoping to spot him, the delightful man he met earlier had some poor boy pinned against a wall. Dennis was tempted to intervene but he had bigger fish to fry. He glanced up at the private floor they’d rented but it was empty, everybody was either dancing or they’d called it a night.
“You looking for loverboy?” Trinity asked, grabbing him around the neck and pushing a shot in his hand.
“I think he’s gone home.” Dennis pouted.
“Do the shot and I’ll help you.” She snorted as Dennis quickly downed the shot. “Outside with Abbot.”
He looked out the window to see Robby and Jack stood outside having a smoke, he didn’t realise that Robby smoked or maybe he was just the type to have one after a few drinks. It didn’t matter either way because Dennis was just relieved that he hadn’t left. He was not going to let tonight finish with just a bathroom blow job, he wanted more.
He walked out the bar and sidled up to Robby, taking his hand and curling around his arm. The other man jumped slightly at the contact but he smiled when he realised who it was.
“I’m ready to head home.” Dennis told him, looking up to him with wide eyes that made his intentions clear.
“Are you now?” Jack teased with a laugh but Robby didn’t even react, he only had eyes for Dennis.
Robby let himself be pulled away as Dennis led him towards the taxi rank.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m a big boy, I can look after myself.” Jack called after them.
“Goodbye Jack.” Robby shouted back, using his spare hand to flip him off. He could hear Jack’s laugh following them but it didn’t bother him, he was happy to go wherever Dennis was taking him.
~~~
Dennis moaned loudly as Robby kissed his neck, he really had a thing for marking him up. Not that Dennis was complaining, he wanted the world to know who he belonged to, and judging by the intensity with which Robby rolled his skin between his teeth, he felt the same.
They’d barely made it through the door of the house before they were back in each other’s arms. There was no suggestion of a night cap or house tour, just pressed against the door with the handle digging in slightly to his hip. The taxi driver was lucky they were so well behaved, because if it had been up to Dennis, he would have been in Robby’s lap for the entire ride home.
Dennis could feel Robby’s hand undoing his zipper, lowering his boxers enough to pull out his cock. Dennis let his head drop back against the door when Robby slowly moved his hand, torturously bringing him to full hardness.
Dennis rolled his hips into the touch, desperate for more, but Robby wasn’t giving him anything. He was just moving his wrist casually as if Dennis wasn’t practically begging beneath him.
“Fuck!” Dennis cried out when he felt the heat of Robby’s cock against his own, he hadn’t even realised Robby had undone his own trousers as he was desperately trying to seek out some friction.
Dennis looked down in awe at the sight of them lined up, both fitting snuggly in Robby’s larger hand. He found it unbelievably sexy to be crowded by the larger man, he wasn’t small by any means but Robby was just that little bit bigger. It felt safe in his arms though, fully protected by his bulk.
His mouth watered as he watched the heads bump together with Robby’s motion. He wanted his cock back in his mouth. He wanted his cock inside him. He wanted to come feeling his cock against his own. God, he just wanted Robby.
“Bedroom… now.” Dennis panted, gripping at Robby’s hair. Their first time might not have been what he was expecting but he certainly wasn’t going to let Robby fuck him against the door tonight.
Robby pushed Dennis towards the stairs, clearly as eager to get him into his bed as Dennis was. Robby pointed out the bedroom before disappearing into the bathroom, Dennis stripped his clothes as he went like a fun little trail for Robby to follow.
Dennis stepped over the threshold of Robby’s bedroom with almost a giddy step, he’d been denying himself weeks of imagining his room, imagining writing around on the sheets with his boss above him but now he didn’t need to imagine. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his face in Robby’s pillow, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
He curled his legs up, putting himself on display for Robby when he walked into the room. He wanted to stroke his cock as he leaked onto Robby’s sheets but he knew he would come just from that.
“Fuck.” He heard Robby gasp as he presumably walked back into the room.
“Robby.” Dennis whispered, glancing over his shoulder to see him frozen in the doorway. Eyes wide as he took in the sight of Dennis in his bed.
Robby quickly disposed of his clothes, falling to the floor with a clatter, before he crawled onto the bed behind Dennis, dropping lube and condoms beside Dennis’s knee. Obviously, the reason for the bathroom detour.
With one hand, Robby stroked Dennis’s ass as if he couldn’t really believe he was allowed to touch him. With the other, he slowly pushed inside Dennis. He moaned loudly at the stretch. Soon there was a second finger pushing inside as he continued to worship his ass.
“Please.” Dennis begged, pushing back into his hands. He reached back to grip Robby’s cock, he needed it inside and he needed it now.
Robby took the hint and wrapped his hand around Dennis’s, both of them guiding his cock towards his entrance. Robby groaned as he felt Dennis’s heat envelope him, welcoming him home.
“Fuck baby, you’re perfect.” Robby panted against Dennis’s neck, peppering wet kisses to his spine.
Next time, Dennis wanted to look into Robby’s eyes as he slid his cock into him but he couldn’t resist Robby’s weight covering him as he breathed in his scent. He was completely consumed by Robby.
Robby’s hips moved quick, Dennis rocking with the pace and screaming at the feeling. His voice was still hoarse from earlier but that didn’t stop him shouting out Robby’s name.
“Yes! Robby! Don’t stop! Feels so good.” He cried out with each slam of Robby’s hip against his ass.
“You like that?” He grunted. “Going to come from just my cock?”
“Yes, don’t need anything else. Just need you.”
In hindsight, Dennis thinks it was a good idea he pushed Robby away earlier because the way he’s making him scream right now the whole bar would have known what was going on in that bathroom. Dennis mentally apologised to his neighbours, the sound of the bedframe hitting the way and his cries of pleasure would surely have woken them up. And, since living with Trinity, he knew that was the last thing anyone wanted to hear at 1 in the morning.
“I’m close.” Robby said, grinding against Dennis.
“Me too.” He agreed, toes curling at the feel of Robby’s cock inside him so deep.
Robby reached forward and placed his hand on top of Dennis’s, threading their fingers together as he came. It was one of the most intimate and romantic gestures Dennis had ever experienced during sex. Suddenly he was coming with Robby, squeezing his fingers tightly with a scream.
Robby shuddered one last time before he collapsed on top of Dennis, squishing him into the mattress and the wet patch underneath him. But Dennis didn’t care, trapped under Robby’s weight with his now limp cock still buried in his ass was exactly where he wanted to be.
~~~
Robby couldn’t remember the last time he had slept so well, it was gone 9 o’clock when he finally woke up. It was the latest he’d slept in a long time. He woke up feeling refreshed with a bone deep satisfaction, but he’d also woken up in an empty bed. He lay still for a moment, desperately listening for the sounds of someone else rattling around the house but he was just met with silence.
Sure, it hurt, but they’d never explicitly said that it wasn’t a one-time thing. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d woken up in his bed alone but Dennis didn’t seem the type to come and go. Then again, before yesterday, he probably would have said Dennis wasn’t the type to suck a man off in a bar toilet.
He knew work would be awkward, especially as neither of them had been particularly subtle at the bar, but they’d just have to pretend it was a drunken mistake. Clearly to Dennis it was. But they’d be able to be professional again eventually. Robby had been able to hide his feelings before, he was sure he could do it again.
Robby heard an insistent banging on the door, followed by the doorbell. That was obviously what had woken him from his peaceful sleep in the first place. It was bound to be Amazon, Robby had an embarrassing addiction to ordering gadgets he didn’t need that would just end up gathering dust. With a groan he reached down and grabbed his boxers. He knew he’d be giving the delivery driver and eyeful but he honestly didn’t care at this point.
“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” He shouted as the driver held down on the bell as he walked downstairs towards the door.
“So, there is this thing called breakfast that some of us like to eat.” Dennis said, bustling inside with a quick kiss to Robby’s shocked lips. “Your cupboards were ridiculously bare.”
Dennis had obviously had a shower before he’d gone out because he smelt like Robby’s mint shower gel mixed with the to go order in his hand. Robby followed after him like a puppy as he walked to the kitchen, his brain still trying to catch up to what was happening. Dennis hadn’t left. Dennis had gone to get them both breakfast and coffee. Dennis was currently laying food out on his counter like he belonged there and Robby never wanted him to leave again.
“You’re lucky I didn’t have to pay for any drinks all night, otherwise my budget would not have stretched to this!” He teased with a wink over his shoulder.
Robby quickly grabbed Dennis by the hips and spun him around, kissing him softly despite the slight morning wood pressing into his hip.
“Good morning to you too.” Dennis smirked against his lips. “Food first though.”
He turned around in Robby’s arms and continued to arrange the breakfast he’d lovingly purchased. Robby kissed his neck and curls as the man worked. Robby had never been so grateful for a day off before because he just wanted to spend the whole day wrapped up in Dennis. And with the way the other man tilted his head to give Robby more access to his skin, he knew the feeling was mutual.
noah wyle: pretty rake-like- tall and thin, thin legs, thinish arms, the slightest belly but not much, no body hair at all. really quite a delicately built man.
michael robinavitch: MASSIVE. BIG ARMS, BIG ROUND BELLY, BIG CHEST AND COVERED IN HAIR EVERYWHERE. ENORMOUS THIGHS FOR HIS BEDMATE TO BE WEDGED BETWEEN. LARGE AND IN CHARGE.
