being with dennis turns robby into a helpless romantic. he's never been one before, and there had never been any reason for him to be, not when he was spending seven weeks maximum with one person before self sabotaging and running away. he'd never done the dinner dates, or the gifts, or the flowers just because. he'd never hung a second hook on the bathroom door for another towel, or made any other space like that available- it was his house and his life, and he wasn't letting anyone share it with him.
something about dennis is different. aside from having the most pleasurable sex he could remember, and feeling more sated than he had in years, waking up in the morning next to him felt... right. usually when robby woke up after a night like this, he'd vacate the room as soon as possible, leaving his partner behind, and hoping they'd leave quietly and not encroach his space any longer.
dennis is cuddled up on his chest, head tucked under his chin and breathing softly into robby's neck. his hands are balled into little fists that are also resting on the older man's body, and robby finds his own arms wrapped around dennis's pale back, settling him close. that was unusual. he didn't like to be touched or cuddled after the actual act of sex, but this... was quite nice. he didn't want to let go. dennis mumbled and burrowed closer, and robby found himself instinctively pressing kisses into his hair. what the fuck? he'd never done that before.
part of him wants to freak out, to shake the boy off and run, have him reassigned to night shift- but a larger part of him urges him to let dennis stay. he listens. he lets dennis wake up slowly, and smiles when he sees pale blue eyes blink open and brighten when he saw he was still snuggled on the other man. if what they did the night before was insatiable fucking, what they did that morning was making love.
he'd rolled dennis onto his back and pressed between his legs like he belonged there. the sex was quiet and they rocked together rhythmically, sounds muffled by the fact that the two men were kissing the entire time, tongues deep in each other's mouths. when they came, they did so at the same time, and with robby brushing little tears of pleasure off dennis's face. robby runs a bath and carries his new lover to it, insisting on washing him carefully.
things run from there. it takes him approximately two days to drill a new hook on the door and hang another towel. although he does it with sweaty and shaking hands, dennis becomes the first person he's ever asked to be in an official relationship with him- the younger man practically flings himself at robby as he accepts.
dennis moves in fast. robby knows logically he should take it slower, considering his history of seven week flings, but somehow he just. doesn't worry. it seems so obvious to him that it's not the same. dennis feels like the jigsaw piece that finally finishes the puzzle.
robby buys him flowers at least twice a week, loving the way his sweetheart's eyes light up when he has roses and tulips and sunflowers bundled into his arms with accompanying kisses. he takes him out to dinner every friday, insisting on footing the entire bill and hand feeding him dessert (his boy gets embarrassed by this, so robby wangles his way into getting secluded candlelit tables where they won't be bothered). he buys dennis jewellery, pretty, shiny things that catch the light and make him glow. more than once robby has been caught blushing and staring at dennis from across the room, totally zoned out from anything that wasn't his boyfriend.
robby never saw himself as someone who would sit in bed with someone sat in his lap, back to chest, as they watched shitty tv and ate ice cream from the tub- but there he was. dennis was the perfect height for him to bury his face in his hair and inhale the sweet scent of the youngers coconut shampoo. robby proposes to dennis after just eight months, and they get married on the date of their first year anniversary.
sometimes robby wakes in the night and watches his boy sleep, still not believing how he ever got so lucky. dennis wakes up at times, and will shuffle close to press kisses on robby's face as he giggles. they just work.
thinking about robby who's like. incredibly well regarded in the medical community for his work both in and out of the ER, and so he's invited to speak at a lot of conferences. they're pretty formal affairs, suits and ties and the lot, as well as the ability to bring a plus one along.
he used to not bring anyone, not interested in bringing a friend since others at the conference would speculate over if they were together or not, but now? he brings dennis. at first dennis is apprehensive- what will people think of him and robby? he's not dumb, he knows their age gap raises eyebrows, and he doesn't want robby's colleagues (and the wider us medical field) to think that he'd only got his residency by sleeping with the boss.
robby understood his concerns, very aware that there will absolutely be eyes on him too (though when it came to rich doctors, it wasn't all that rare to see them with a much younger partner on their arm), but he reassures dennis. he's not ashamed of their relationship- in fact, he wants to show dennis off, show everyone how beautiful he is. he's not afraid of people talking, judgemental as they may possibly be. he wants to love dennis loudly, as long as dennis wants that too.
dennis gets quite mushy about the whole declaration robby gives him really- being wanted is still quite new. he gives robby one condition. don't tell people that he's also in medicine, and don't tell them he technically works under robby. dennis refuses to have nepotism rumours flying, not when he worked so hard to study medicine at all.
robby takes him very seriously. he would never jeopardise dennis's career in any way. they agree that when people ask, dennis is a theology graduate- it's not untrue, and it's something dennis can answer polite small talk about if necessary.
neither of them are prepared for just how much everyone *loves* dennis. robby's fucking smitten already, besotted with how fucking good dennis looks dressed up fancy, and it feels like he's the one clutching onto dennis as a plus one, rather than the other way around.
although there was initially some sideways glances at the pair, everyone who got so much as a word in with the pretty curly blonde came away gushing. robinavitch's boy... so sweet, so happy to talk, so enthusiastic and kind and smart, though not in medicine (little did they know).
it gets to the stage where people are coming over to them just to meet dennis, because word has got around so quickly that the renowned bachelor, grumpy and sad, has had a new lease of life poured into him thanks to this dennis. the only side eyes that happen now are ones that pass between people who never knew dr robinavitch could look so happy or could blush and smile the way he did when listening to his boy.
robby enjoys the conference more than he has in fifteen years, and promises to bring dennis along to the next one as per his colleagues requests. as they're finally leaving in the early hours, ever so slightly flushed and tipsy, one man robbys age comes up to him and slaps him on the shoulder good naturedly.
"great speech today, robinavitch, great to meet your partner too. don't let that one slip through your fingers, hey? put a ring on him before the next one!"
robby turns into a tomato, red and stuttering. dennis can't hear anything over the pounding in his chest. an illusion to marriage? robby marrying him? and his colleagues approving after *one* night? oh blimey. their sex that night is soft and pure and really fucking good. both of them cry tears of pleasure and ignore the ironing their crumpled suits will need. in the afterglow, robby researches jewellers.
and, as per the other doctors words? by the time the next conference rolls around, dennis has a shiny rock the size of everest planted on his finger, and a soon to be hyphenated last name. robby can take advice sometimes.
i really take it as canon that dennis whitaker is a man who is just. permanently cold. he wears two layers of under clothes beneath his scrubs to stop him shivering on the clock, his hands are so cold that people gasp when they touch him and they ache and throb in winter, the whole thing. he just runs absolutely freezing.
of course, this makes his relationship with robby perfect, because robby is always boiling. he could sleep quite happily in just his boxers, or completely naked really, on top of the sheets, and be completely comfortable. he's a big, warm man. he's dennis's favourite thing to ever have existed. robby himself is somewhat worried about how cold his boy always is, and showers him in expensive jackets and gloves, and has handwarmers constantly tucked in the glove box of his car- it's important to him that dennis is treated exactly how he deserves.
he's always asking dennis if there's anything he can buy for him to make him warm and comfy, but it turns out dennis only wants one thing- to use robby as his own personal hot water bottle at night. robby's delighted. their evening routine now involves the older man putting on a very old, very worn, very baggy hoodie, and lying back against the pillows to wait for dennis to nestle in where he wanted.
the younger man would lift the bottom of the hoodie, and worm his way in. the curls on his head always made robby grin and laugh slightly as they tickled him as dennis squirmed up his belly and onto his chest, cocooned between the soft hoodie material and the warm squishy skin of his boyfriend. eventually, dennis would settle in where he was comfortable, face tucked into robby's neck and body pulling the fabric taunt. he would sigh in contentment and hum sleepily, and then robby would manoeuvre his arms to grab the blankets (because his denny needed those too- two of them, the duvet and an extra layer as well) to pull them up and cover the two men.
once they were pulled up to their necks, and robby had his arms around the young man plastered onto him, rubbing his back and pressing kisses into his hair, dennis would finally relax properly. when robby felt his boyfriend become a dead weight on him, he knew dennis was finally warm enough to be sleepy.
"mmm... you warm, baby? cosy enough to sleep?"
he could feel dennis grin against his neck.
"yeah... feels nice. y'r warm 'n soft.."
oh, robby was so fond of his boy, the sight and sound of him comfy and safe made him smile so wide that his cheeks almost hurt. having dennis pressed so close to him via the means of both the hoodie and his arms around him just felt right. he was taking care of him.
"well, i'm glad sweetie. you should always be warm. we'll get one of those little heaters for winter as well, you want that? in case you think the main heating isn't enough and your fingers start aching like last year?"
kisses landed on his neck and cheek stubble as dennis snuggled closer to him.
"...yes pl's. 'm tired now. i l've you, robby."
robby rubbed his hands on his back again and buried his face in the bouncy blonde hair.
"sleep well, baby. i love you too, i'm glad you're all warm."
Thinking of that time im pretty sure i saw an OF creator at a craft market and thinking about making it huckleabbot. Hmmmmmm.
Now, Jack isn’t ashamed to admit he watches porn. He’s only human, and, sometimes, porn is the only way to get that release you need.
What he is (only slightly) ashamed to admit is he has a favourite creator, ghosttpup, Casper. It’s nothing abnormal, really, but he sometimes thinks he’d rather die than admit he has a thing for a wide-eyed and innocent-looking guy half his age fucking himself on huge dildos until he’s in tears. Totally normal.
What might not be normal is how fixated he is on the boy. How much money he has spent on him: personal videos, stream donations, gifts, he could go on. How much time he’s spent watching those videos, the mans face only slightly covered with a mask- a way to conceal his identity, but oh so fucking hot - but either plenty enough revealed that Jack can see Casper’s beautiful expressions as he screws his face up with pleasure.
He can easily imagine what it would be like to have him to himself, enjoys imagining, it’s his favourite pass time. He sometimes dreams about Casper, about how insatiable he would be, begging for more than just Jacks cock, begging to be fucked harder, faster, deeper. He dreams of biting his tattooed leg - a two headed calf tangled in barbed wire and ivy - a work of art he wants to taint and blemish.
It’s one of the few fantasies he lets himself relish in. His obsession stopped any shame he might have had months and months ago, but unfortunately it also brought up some self reflection.
Like, maybe becoming fixated on this porn streamer is an indicator that he might be ready to move on.
And wasn’t that a punch to the gut.
He kinda shut down for a few days after that thought first appeared. Missed several streams, which he is kinda mad about after the fact.
He met with his therapist again, avoided the topic for at least 20 minutes out of sheer embarrassment of what he was going to confess. And it was embarrassing, but it did help, talking things through, actually hearing someone say that if he thought he was ready, it was okay to start dating. That he wasn’t moving on from his wife, just moving forward with his life.
He still felt like a pervert.
And let’s be honest, he is. His break from watching his streams barely lasted a week before he was desperate again, enough to push through his guilt. And God, hearing Casper whimper, saying how much he missed Jack these past few days as he grinds down deeper and deeper and God -
Yeah, Jack probably has a problem. But it’s fine. He knows nothing will come of it. Knows he’s just craving sex and intimacy all together. He can take steps to remedy that.
He tries going out. Tries a few times. Even ventures out onto dating apps. He always comes back to Casper.
But, he doesn’t close the door. Decides that actively seeking out people makes him feel like shit, that he would prefer one of those rom-com first meetings.
Which is something he kinda gets.
Dennis Whitaker caught his eye on that very first shift, but pittfest is a mess so he doesn’t interact with him much at all. He’s cute. Handsome. Blond hair cut far too short, plastered to his face with sweat, pointed chin and soft features. Jack can’t help but be endeared to him.
And that endearment grows over the next few weeks of brief interactions during shift changes. Knocking into each other and murmuring apologies in the hub, fingers brushing against each other when handing over charts. Hell, Jack starts praising the kid, giving him drinks and snacks just to see his face light up with a blush he’s grown far too fond of.
Its sweet. Its soft. He files dennis away under ‘maybe, someday’, and keeps Casper for the here and now, something to take the edge off in the interim.
Luck is on his side or something because Dennis joins street team and now they’re spending more time with each other. They spend several hours working side by side instead of the usual brief hand offs. Means it’s easier to reach out and touch, hands around his waist guiding him out of the way, arm around the shoulder, fingers brushing as they walk side by side.
Means it’s easier for Jack to ask him out for coffee. And then dinner. And then dinner again.
They had their first kiss right outside Dennis’s apartment after the fourth date, a nice breakfast thing. He had pressed Dennis up against the door frame, hands wandering up underneath his shirt to feel those farm muscles, delighting in the warmth of his skin. Dennis was bolder than he looked, one hand in Jacks curls, the other teasing at his waistband, pulling him closer and closer, trying to merge them together.
Jack likes to imagine they would have gone further if Santos didn’t open the door, giving them both a shit-eating grin as they pulled apart.
He went home and watched three of Caspers videos to take the edge off, thinking of Dennis’s tanned skin and strong arms, biting his lip trying to imagine it was Dennis’s teeth pulling the skin again.
He came far too hard, upset that the only witness was a screen, wishing he was cleaning cum off someone other than himself.
Their next date was at Jack’s apartment, under the guise of a movie night. They made it 10 minutes into a random Marvel movie before Dennis mounted him, climbing easily into his lap. Jack was quick to respond, hands around his waist, lips on his neck and chest as Dennis rolled his hips against him.
The makeout session on the couch didn’t last too much longer, both desperate for more. Jack hadn’t worn his prosthetic, moving around the apartment with his crutches, but if they were gonna get to the bedroom, they would have to pull apart, which, judging by Dennis's whine when Jack pulled away, wasn't likely to happen. Jack managed to mumble a "Wait, wait, we need to-", Dennis cutting off his murmurings with another kiss before sliding off his lap.
Jack adjusted his hips, expecting Dennis's wandering hands to go for his belt buckle, but was instead greeted with a firm grip on his ass, pulling him closer, so he was sat on the edge of the sofa, crotch to crotch. And then he was being lifted from the couch easily, with only a small grunt of effort. Jack wrapped his thighs around his waist, squeezing as tight as possible, arms following suit, near strangling Dennis with how tight he was gripping, terrified of falling. But Dennis didn't falter, grabbing his ass even tighter, pressing them against each other further, pulling a moan out of the both of them, the sound vibrating against their joined lips.
Getting out of the living room was no problem; it was getting to the bedroom that they seemed to struggle with, with Jack pulling on Dennis's head frequently to deepen the kiss further, sending the younger man stumbling into the walls - Jack was definitely going to have bruises on his back in the morning - pressing deeper against Jack as they licked into each other's mouths. He was harder than he ever thought would be possible, desperate for more. He pulled Dennis's hair again, pulling them apart just enough to mutter a breathless "bedroom", before allowing the man to dive back against him.
When they made it into Jack's bedroom, leaving the hallway an absolute fucking state, Dennis lay them both on the bed, pressing Jack down, kissing his way down his still-clothed chest, wetting the fabric with his open mouth before finally getting to the hem and pulling it off. Dennis continued to move further down, pushing Jack down firmly when he tried to sit up, pulling down the pair of basketball shorts the other was wearing, releasing his red and dripping cock. The groan he let out at the contact quickly turned into a whiny gasp as Dennis licked the leaking tip, an evil smile on his face as he maintained eye contact, before he wrapped his lips around the aching dick and started moving.
And maybe it had been too long since Jack had had any sexual contact that wasn't his own hand, but the feeling of the intern's throat around him, swirling his tongue around his shaft and head, God, he didn't know if there could be anything better as he tangled one hand into the blond curls. The feeling increased when he felt wetness on his lower leg and a rocking pressure. He lifted his head slightly, and sure enough, Dennis had managed to straddle him and was rutting against him, desperate and soaking and oh so eager to please, as he looked up with those wide, watery blue eyes, drooling slightly around Jack's cock, moaning around him.
Jack tightened his grip in his hair, earning himself another delicious moan, and gently pulled Dennis up to him, bringing their lips together again for a moment and getting Dennis to straddle his chest. When they pulled apart, Jack rasped, "I'm gonna eat you out now." getting another eager kiss as Dennis moved off of him to remove his pants and underwear.
breaking off the kiss to remove his own shirt as well - Jack groaning a "you're gonna kill me" at the sight of two silver nipple piercings - Dennis returned to his position of straddling Jacks chest, but this time he was so close Jack could easily smell the slick dripping out of him. He began to help Dennis shift up to hover over his face, rubbing his thighs gently the whole, time when he noticed something. A very familiar tattoo. Something he had regularly fantasized about, and oh my god.
His eyes widened slightly in amazement, quickly shifting between the boy above him and the beautiful tattoo on his thigh, and God, this had to be a dream, right? There is no way he could be this lucky.
The angle was awkward, but he was able to manoeuvre his neck to press his lips against the tattoo, quickly moving to suck and bite at the inked skin. Dennis whined above him, either in impatience or pleasure from the attention to his sensitive thighs, but Jack only pulled away once he knew a mark would be left behind.
They would talk about it later, right now, he had a job to do. He pulled Dennis down slightly, and was engulfed by him.
Jack had always enjoyed eating pussy out like this, no matter what. being surrounded by legs, feeling the pressure of his partner on top of him. He always did his best work when his partner was sitting on his face. And Dennis would be no exception.
Being enveloped in the musky scent of his cunt, being able to taste how good he was feeling - how good Jack was making him feel - he could stay under Dennis forever. He began by just mouthing against the folds, using his tongue to tease at all the nerves, occasionally moving his head so his nose would nudge at Dennis's cock - he liked to start slowly, find his rhythm, learn what made Dennis whine and tighten his thighs around his head. When he got familiar and Dennis got comfortable with the steady pleasure he was providing, he moved his tongue into him.
The surprised gasp he received from the intrusion made him hum in contentment, the vibrations rewarding him with another moan as Dennis squeezed around his tongue - god, he was so tight, how long did he have to work himself open for his videos? Jack was somehow getting even harder with that thought, moaning into Dennis again as he swirled his tongue against his plush walls. He now imagined helping Dennis ease himself open before he went on camera and performed as Casper for all his viewers, watching him ride those monster dildos in person and getting to help him recover after - getting to watch him do this work, knowing that Jack was the only one he truly wanted.
He must have been moaning at these thoughts more than he realised, because Dennis was coming much sooner than he expected, come and squirt soaking his face and bedsheets. Jack tried to get as much of it in his mouth as possible, desperate for a taste as he gripped Dennis's hips tighter, helping ease him through the after shocks of the orgasm as he eased his movements.
After a few minutes, Dennis was tapping his arm, asking to be released, and then flopping down in bed next to him, breathless and smiling, "I'm gonna need you to do that again next time."
Jack turned to his side, sitting up to lean over Dennis and peck at his lips, the kid eagerly returning, wanting to taste himself, "Oh, next time? You don't want to go again?"
His voice was teasing, but the tone changed into something far more desperate and pathetic as Dennis dragged his hand down and gave one firm stroke of his cock. "I think it would be rude of me to neglect such a pretty cock, right, Jack?"
He could only let out another whine as Dennis began to straddle him again, leaning down to kiss him deeply again, whispering, "Besides, I would hate to disappoint my biggest fan."
dennis doesn't mean to. he absolutely doesn't mean to, isn't thinking, isn't... it just comes out, when robby is fucking into him deep and slow, cock dragging against the slick, sensitive walls of his cunt, making him pant. a whiny, high-pitched moan. dad—
he clamps his jaw shut immediately after, tears springing to his eyes, face hot in humiliation, shame broiling in his gut. his bottom lip trembles as he opens his mouth again to apologize, to beg robby to forget it, not talk about it, that's he's sorry, so sorry for being such a fucking freak—
but robby takes it and runs. robby's lips curl in a satisfied smirk, eyes heavy-lidded as he grinds deeper into dennis's cunt like he's trying to carve out a space for himself. he presses down on dennis's stomach, feeling the bump of his cock through the soft skin, groaning low. aww, sweetheart. is that what you need? you need a dad? you need dad to fuck you? ohh, I know, I know it. made to take dad's cock. shh, it's okay... it's alright, baby, you can cry.. dad's here, huh? dad'll kiss it better. <3
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE TRANS DENNIS BOTTOM GROWTH
I beg you, you will make me so happy and horny
ughhhh it's so special to me icl
I always imagine it to be one of the changes that dennis's body took to the best when it came to hrt- like within just a few months he could already see changes, and they've only continued until he's got a proud little t-dick, big enough to poke it's head out from between his folds.
the biggest change is how much more obvious it is to him when he's aroused- before, he could feel himself slicking up of course, but now he could physically feel blood swelling to his crotch, making his engorged clit feel heavy and hot as it chubbed up and inched it's way out further from between his lips. he could feel it pulsing as the head rubbed against the fabric of his underwear, undeniably a real erection.
it was also fucking fantastic how much his boyfriend loved his newly fattening cock, and how much he wanted to be all over it whenever he could. robby's favourite activity was to pin his dennis to the bed and suck him off so enthusiastically it was like his dick was water in the desert- robby also liked to measure it.
he'd part dennis's folds and flick at the head of his cock, which would make his boy squirm and moan, and then he'd take the erect member between two fingers, exposing it fully, and would lay his little finger down against it, testing the length.
"oh denny, look at that, you're so fucking big now, how fucking big you've grown... you know, baby, your cock will be fat enough to fuck me soon, won't it? big enough to please me, if this is how large you get when you're all amped up like this... so horny, baby, look at you..."
dennis would whimper and moan, thrusting his hips into robby's hands to look for pressure against his pulsing crotch, and robby would chuckle more before dipping down and taking him into his mouth.
robby let his eyes roll back as he swallowed around his boy's cock, hard in his own pants but laser focused on the way dennis's dick had gone from being nothing more than a small little lump for him to lick against, to more than two inches long and enough for him to really give a good suck to, with a rounded head so perfect for kissing. he makes dennis buck and writhe beneath him without fail.
when dennis cums, which doesn't take long now he'd grown so much, robby's more than happy to lick up the ample slick covering him, and to give messy kisses to the head of the little cock that was gradually softening as the younger man floated in pleasure and post-orgasmic bliss. perfect.
it's robby who does dennis's t-shots, and he can't help but think about the way that beautiful cock would only grow and plump up more and more as he pressed the plunger of the syringe down. based on how dennis shifted and widened his legs as robby did it, he was thinking about it too. maybe one day his boy *would* be able to fuck him with his gorgeous fucking cock.
needy constantly horny puppy whitaker with a sex drive robby can't keep up with is so real to me... whining and whimpering and pawing at robby, little puppyparts pulsing and aching between his legs, never sated. if he had it his way, robby would always be fucking him, stuffing him full of owner's dick til he's all drooly and fuzzy and yipping.
but robby can't always get it up :/ den pitifully groping at his soft dick, eyes teary, too fuzzy-headed to understand why his daddy won't just give him his treat. whining daddy, please, please, I was a really good boy all day, I swear, please? and robby is forlorn, he just can't reward his good puppy with a nice fucking, can't manage more than a weak twitch.
which of course, is very, very dire to the poor pup. robby offers a dildo to fuck inside his little hole but den whines and refuses, sniffling, wanting daddy's cock. petulant and pouty and squirmy, little puppycunt aching between his legs, empty.
so robby sighs, gives in, phones a friend :) jack is bending his pup over the living room table within an hour while robby watches, holding back a few whimpers of his own, frustrated tears that he can't fuck his own puppy— and also admittedly a little woozy at the sight of his best friend and his puppy boyfriend fucking.
jack is fucking harshly into his boy, fingers digging into den's skin, the wet plap of jack's hips against den's soft little ass filling the room. den is absolutely wrecked, yowling, tags on his collar jingling, so pretty and flushed with his skin damp with sweat, drooling onto the wood as jack ruins his cunt. filth spills constantly from jack's mouth, cooing down at dennis or talking about him like he's not even there, making eye contact with robby the whole time.
what a shame your daddy can't fuck this cute little puppyhole, huh? you seem to like Jackie's cock just fine, though, don't you, don't youuu? fuuck, robby, brother, you're gonna have to share more often... you're missing out, but you know that, yeah? shit, he's so tight, so wet, like fuckin velvet. oh, god, squeezing the fuck outta my dick... you've got such a well-trained little guy, huh? so good at just takin it like a slut. gorgeous little fuckhole.
thinking about robby fingering dennis and coaxing him to squirt, but dennis can't because he's too shy.
he writhes around on the bed, knees trying to close around robby's hand, shaky hands coming up to cover his pretty, flushed cheeks.
"mmfhh— daddy, i- i don't think i can. feels good b—but i know 's gonna make a mess, i can't..”
robby bites back a mean little laugh, his dick so hard it threatens to tear through the fabric of his sweatpants. he sweetens his boy up with soft praise in his ear, kisses and love bites on his sensitive neck, all the while he's whispering, “yes you can, baby, daddy knows it. yeeeahh, see, there you go, that cunt listens so well. 's dripping around my fingers, it wants to come so bad. don't you wanna be a good boy for daddy, let him taste that load?"
turns out a few deep thrusts, some sweet talk, and a thumb on his clit is enough to get dennis coming like a starting pistol shot off. his back arches off the mattress, fingers white-knuckling the sheets, his cunt squelching as it squeezes repeatedly around robby's fingers. he squirts so far the stain reaches the foot of the bed. an open-mouthed grin paints his lips as he pants out into the humid air, glancing over at robby sheepishly.
as quickly as it appeared, the smile is gone, replaced with a mock scowl as he gauges the look of pure victory on his boyfriend's face.
what a fucking pervert, dennis thinks, giving robby a halfhearted smack on his bare chest before sinking back into the pillows, basking in the rest of his post-orgasm glow.
robby who is absolutely pussy whipped for dennis, and sulks and is genuinely heartbroken if there's a night where dennis won't let him bury his face in it and eat him out as his boy rides his tongue....
bratty dennis who's just as obsessed with having robby's tongue inside him and nose grinding on his swollen t-dick... but still teases robby by saying that the grey parts in the chin and moustache part of his facial hair are there because he's spent so long with his face in dennis's pussy that his juices have bleached them...
the concept of being inside his boyfriend so long his facial hair has reacted to dennis's slick insides makes robby so horny that he gets right back between dennis's legs, exactly where the younger wants him.
when dennis gets sick he tries to make himself as small as possible. he didn't get special treatment growing up, didn't get to go to the doctor, only got told to "tough it out". he assumed robby and abbot would be the same--they've seen so much worse in their line of work, their whitaker having a little cold shouldn't phase them.
the moment they find out, dennis is so thoroughly doted on he doesn't know what to do with himself. they're taking turns between shifts to take good care of him: making him meals, running hot baths to help him sweat it out, loading him up on vitamins, swaddling and cradling him when his fever leaves him with the chills. they're shamelessly babying him even after the symptoms pass, making sure he's good and healthy before he's allowed to take care of himself again. and even then, he's kept on a short leash for a good while after.
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