trinity and dennis in the breakroom on shift where trinity has persuaded/bullied dennis into letting her flick through his grindr with him, and when a clear pattern in dennis's taste in men appears, she laughs out loud as dennis's face turns red.
"huckleberry! all these guys are utter bears, dude! I didn't know you only liked your men old, fat and hairy! though to be honest, if their dick sizes are anything like their belly sizes, you're being fucked good, dude!"
dennis buries his face in his hands after swatting at her to try and keep her gleeful exclamations quiet. yes, he likes the biggest bears of the lot, so what? unbeknownst to him, a certain big, hairy attending had been listening at the door.
when robby heard trinity practically yell out that dennis liked large, older guys, his heart swooped in his chest. hes certainly older and bigger than dennis, and he's mighty hairy too. by the sounds, he might have a genuine chance with the man of his dreams..
maybe tomorrow he'd size down his scrubs to show off his belly and keep his arms bare to show off the dark hair on them, to see if any pretty young interns floated his way... he'd certainly be ready to catch one..
TW: medical horror, pseudo-sex-pollen (sex pollen with no actual sex iykwim)
Inspired by this post by @swanbornbyleda that I've been enamored with since they shared it <3
Thank you @obsidian-echoes and @puppydogwhitaker for the beta (kissing you guys on the lips)
Drivers honked their horns and pedestrians yelled as Robby dodged in between vehicles on his motorcycle. He could see the top of the PTMC; the sight causing him to twist the throttle further, his bike responding with a roar as he sped towards the hospital. The only thing going faster than his bike were the thoughts in his head.
Protect.
Pack in trouble.
Danger.
Vulnerable.
He very nearly dropped the bike as he skidded to a halt in the ambulance bay. Hitting the kickstand with his foot was muscle memory at this point, and for that he was glad as he tossed his helmet to the ground and sprinted towards the bay doors. People were calling his name left and right, but his only concern was getting to Jack and Dennis.
“Thank Christ you're here,” Dana exclaimed as Robby stopped his prowl at the central hub. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breath puffed out in short bursts. “He took Dennis up to the eighth floor.”
She rounded the desk and joined him as they beelined for the stairs, throwing a “Perlah, you're in charge!” over her shoulder.
As they burst through the doors to the stairwell, Robby’s nose twitched. The smell was faint, but present, and struck straight through his heart as it confirmed what Dana had told him.
-
The phone call had woken him up - he’d been enjoying a nap in the sun on one of his *very* few days off. The house was empty, Jack having picked up a TEMS shift and Dennis busy in the Pitt, leaving Robby solo for a day of relaxing. Until his phone rang.
“You need to come quick,” Dana’s voice had been frantic. “Abbot got exposed to something in the field- they brought him here and he broke through security.”
“Woah, slow down!” Robby shot straight up, already starting to gather his gear. “What happened? What was Jack exposed to?”
There was a commotion in the background of the call.
“I don't know,” she breathed, “I don't know but he looked feral, Robby. Actually feral.”
Robby cursed, slipping his gloves on as he jammed his feet into his boots.
“Where is he now? Is he safe?”
“Ahmed followed him up to the eighth floor - they’re barricaded in one of the patient rooms.”
Robby paused. “They?”
He could hear the beta woman swallow on the other side of the line. “He grabbed Whitaker too.”
-
Jack’s scent was normally warm and spiced: cloves and ginger and nutmeg. But the scent that drifted throughout the stairwell as Robby took the stairs two by two had turned hot - the spices burning and charring in Robby’s nose. Dennis was there too, not quite as prominent, but even the traces that were present were wrong. His normally mild scent of hay and sun-baked earth turned acrid like a burning field.
As they reached the eighth floor, Robby stopped to turn to Dana, who had been leading him diligently towards where his mates had hidden.
“Go back down there - I need you to figure out what he was exposed to. If it's still contagious or not.”
Dana shook her head, “Robby… Abbot was so far gone when he came in. He might not recognize-”
“Go, Dana.” Robby commanded once more. “If you don't hear from me in the next half hour… call for feral control. But otherwise, keep everyone off of this floor.”
He watched as Dana’s jaw clenched. He knew the beta was conflicted - Jack and Dennis were as much her pack as they were his. But they were his omegas. His to protect. Dana was a smart woman. She knew better than to get between an alpha and his omegas - even if he was putting himself in danger.
“Keep your ringer on- I'll call you as soon as we know what it is.”
With that, Dana fled down the stairs, leaving Robby alone on the eighth floor to find Jack and Dennis.
He stalked forward, moving as quietly as possible as he listened for any sounds of distress. The burning smell grew stronger the further down the corridor, Dennis’s scent underneath it becoming more noticeable as well. Trusting his instincts, he followed the scents to a room at the end of the hall. He could hear it then, as he stood outside the closed door: a low rumbling. A warning sound.
Robby did his best to calm himself as his hand reached towards the door. He didn't expect the door to be unlocked; the turn of the handle making him flinch. The growl grew louder. The door squeaked open a crack and Robby’s breath hitched in his throat.
A sliver of light from the hallway shone into the patient room, falling on a tangle of two familiar bodies. Dennis lay curled across Jack’s lap, clutching Jack’s arm in his hands. Jack held Dennis just as tightly, one arm framing Dennis’s chin and reaching up to the back of his head while the other pulled him close to his chest. Another forced growl drew Robby’s attention higher- his breath catching in his lungs at the sight of Jack’s eye illuminated by the slit of light. It was completely black, the hazel irises that Robby knew and adored swallowed entirely by overblown pupils. His lip was curled up, showing off his short but razor sharp fangs. Robby watched as Jack’s arms tensed around Dennis, pulling him impossibly closer. A whimper came from Dennis and Robby couldn't help but take a step forward, which was very obviously the wrong move.
Jack snapped his fangs at Robby, the persistent rumbling reaching a boiling point as he snarled at the alpha.
Instinctively driven to correct the omega, Robby let out another snarl in response. Instead of shrinking back like an omega normally would, Jack bristled even further. Robby didn't miss the way that Dennis cowered away from both of them.
Robby opened his mouth to speak when his phone chimed in his pocket. He reached into his pocket slowly, telegraphing all of his movements as Jack tracked him like a hunter tracking his prey. Not glancing away from the omegas in front of him, Robby hit ‘accept’ and ‘speaker’.
“Please tell me you've got a lead on what this is,” Robby pleaded, watching as Dennis’s head turned slightly for him to assess Robby out of the corner of his eye.
“It's some kind of viral bio-weapon,” Dana explained frantically over the phone, “It’s attacking the frontal lobe and putting victims in a feral state- omegas AND alphas.”
Robby cursed under his breath. Being in close quarters with the two omegas had amplified the burning smell. Robby swore he could feel the heat in his nose.
“Okay, what's the treatment? The reversal agent?” Robby barked. His head had begun to ache, making him snap out the last word.
“Someone from the CDC is on their way,” Dana reassured, which did very little for Robby. “They're saying it's transmitted through scent so you should be fine up there as long as Abbot and Whittaker both still have their scent patches on.”
Robby felt sick as his eyes trailed from where Jack and Dennis were crouched to the pile of shredded plastic coated cotton pads.
“Fuck,” Robby drawled. He retrained his eyes on the two omegas, finally spotting the inflamed scent glands on Jack and Dennis’s wrists and necks. Even more concerningly, he watched as Jack’s nostrils flared, his head tilted towards Robby.
“They still have their patches on, right? Robby?”
Robby pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, fully knowing it was probably too late. His breath started to become shallower, faster as visions of Tyvek suits and ventilators filled his head. He had to get what little information he gathered out as quickly as he could.
“Okay, Dana, listen to me. Call Gloria: tell her to put the hospital on lockdown - nobody in or out until there's an antidote available. Evacuate the seventh and ninth floors to somewhere else. All alphas and omegas need scent proof masks. Affected persons are going to develop a burning, smoky smell. They need to be fully quarantined. The eighth floor needs to be completely locked down - call facilities and make sure they shut off air circulation as quickly as possible.
Robby winced, a red hot flash of pain spearing through his head just behind his eyes. His shirt slipped out of his hand as his legs shook, prompting him to prop himself up against the doorframe. His vision began to blur, but he could still make out the shape of Dennis slowly removing himself from Jack’s lap, the two of them gravitating towards the alpha with flared nostrils.
“Robby-”
He cut Dana off with a low groan, heat spreading through his veins as he felt sweat begin to gather at his brow.
“Promise me-” he choked, falling further into the door frame. Jack was less than a yard away, his growls fading into a low keening sound that forced Robby’s body to loosen. “Fuck- Dana promise me you won't let them separate us.”
Robby didn't hear Dana’s response.
His phone slipped from his hand as the acrid burning smell suddenly vanished as if a strong wind had blown the smoke away. In its stead were Jack and Dennis’ scents, pungent and unadulterated as Robby filled his lungs with the air that carried them. His vision cleared as he dropped to his knees coming face to face with his omegas. Jack’s keening ceased and he pressed his face into Robby’s neck, mouthing at the sensitive scent gland there and pressing his own scent into every inch of skin he could get his hands on. Dennis did the same on Robby’s other side, his purr harmonizing with Jack in a way that dissolved any remaining tension in Robby’s muscles. A rumbling sound erupted from Robby’s chest before he pushed the two omegas farther into the room.
The three mates piled together, licking and scenting each other until their scents were indistinguishable from each other. They lie tangled together, content and satisfied, numb to the fire licking through their veins and creeping through the air ducts to the rest of the hospital.
Robby was with his omegas and was all that mattered.
an Ode to @blueangelbby <3 Whitforth, prone bone, and mean Titus was the theme here, so I hope I delivered :]
{I'm serious this is filthy, NSFW}
Titus loved to draw things out.
Despite his animalistic tendencies and explosive temper, when it came down to the hunt Titus toyed with his prey.
Dennis was suffering the consequences of it.
The bed was lit lowly with the orange glow of the candelabra on the side table, the lights dancing with each slow roll of Titus's body against Dennis's. Titus laid draped over his back, pressing Dennis flat against the bed; his left arm tucked under his hips and the right curled around his front, pressing Dennis's pale throat snug into the crook of his arm.
He liked being able to cover him, being able to feel each sigh and moan and whine that he pulled from Dennis.
The silk pillows under Dennis's hips were soaked with sweat and cum where Dennis's cock was trapped between his stomach and the pillows, previous loads pooling at the head of his cock that Titus would press his nose into when it dried.
Dennis dug his nails into Titus's arm during a thrust that tilted Titus's hips and dragged against his prostate, keening into the humid air. He was so sensitive, the previous orgasms made his legs shake with each slow thrust. Titus always pushed until the skin-warm metal of the cock ring pressed against his hole before pulling away again.
"Titus- I can't, it-" Dennis whined, digging his nails into the meat of Titus's bicep when the next roll of his hips made pleasure burn up his spine and down into his abdomen. It was all hot, the sweat between their slick bodies and the pulsing of his cock inside of him and the burn of overstimulation in his limbs-
"Shhh, darling, just one more, be good for me." Titus murmured in his ear, driving into him with a little more force.
"You said that last time-" Dennis's voice went high and strangled as Titus tightened his arm, pressing into the sides of his neck and making Dennis's head swim.
"-I can say it as many damn times as I want to, sweetheart, you're not done until I decide you are." Titus's voice pitched down and growly, hot pants of air curled around the shell of Dennis's ear and sweaty curls, only loosening his arm when he felt Dennis's head bob sightly. His gasp of air was strangled and beautiful to Titus's ears. He felt something wet roll down his arm- he couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears or drool, and honestly he didn't care. He leaned forward, pressing his hips flush to Dennis's ass as he nuzzled his cheek against Dennis's and pressed a firm kiss there.
"My pretty whore- ughn- just one more, you just feel so good." There it was again, that saccharine cooing that made Dennis melt into his hold, that coaxed him into "just one more" and "just the tip" and anything else he relented to him. "Fuck, your hole, just needs to be full, huh? Fuckin' minx."
Dennis whined as he felt the orgasm creeping up to him, tingling through his whole body, breath coming out in soft whines and short whimpers with the rocking of their bodies until he bleated and jolted underneath him. There was nothing left for his body to give, his hips jolting under Titus's and clenching in a way that made Titus moan into his shoulder.
Dennis's body still jumped with his dry orgasm when Titus slid out, propping himself up enough to fumble with the wet cock ring and throw it to the side to clatter somewhere on the floor. He left himself have a moment to admire his work- at his puffy, gaping hole molded to the shape of his cock- before he slid back home in one smooth thrust.
Dennis's wails really picked up as Titus laid back down on him, driving his hips inside with firm, smooth pumps, actual sobs that hiccuped out of him as the stimulation burned down to his clenched fingertips and curled toes. Dennis's body jolted on instinct, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but Titus just pulled him back and squeezed his arms around him.
"Nuh-uh, not getting away now, not when you teased me all night looking like sin- made you cum so many times you're just a toy now, pretty little doll for me to fuck until I'm done." Titus's hips audibly slapped against Dennis's ass, almost as loud as the hitched sobs and whines Dennis let out at the punishing pace.
"Titustitustitus-" Dennis garbled, more a noise than a name, more a chant, a prayer for mercy Titus didn't want to give. Titus groaned and pressed his forehead to Dennis's shoulder, biting the skin under his shoulder and tasting the salt of his sweat as he clenched harder around with with a yelp.
He pressed his hips into Dennis's body and came, flattening him into the bed as cum finally filled Dennis's stretched hole to the rim. Dennis's chest hitched as he took in panting bursts of breath. They laid there until Titus felt the aftershocks fade, sighing as he pressed a kiss to the bruised bite mark sitting on Dennis's flushed pink shoulder.
For context: this came out in 2011 in Australia. Same-sex marriage would not be legalized until December 2017.
It was only legalized in 8 US states (the 8th only a few months before), and wouldn’t be legalized nation-wide until 2015.
It was only legal in TEN COUNTRIES in 2011. We wouldn’t hit 20 countries until 2017. (Australia was 23rd)
As of today (April 14, 2026), I believe only 38 countries have fully legalized same-sex marriage. Out of somewhere around 200 countries in the world. That’s only ~19% of countries.
Dennis standing outside of the ambulance bay smoking a cigarette. Because of the time of year, it's getting darker much quicker. The sun is already behind the buildings, making it seem darker than it is. He's halfway through a drag when a voice drifts to him.
"Those things'll kill you, kid." Looking over his shoulder, he sees Dr. Abbot prowling out of the shadows. Dennis's floppy ears twitch on his head, even with his hearing, the man is nearly silent. Nose twitching, he detects the faint scent lingering over Dr. Abbot.
"Real original," Dennis can't help but snark. He may be a perfect angel for Robby, just a demure bunny begging to be pet, but for Abbot? Everyone knows abbot likes a little *bite.*
The side of Abbot's mouth twists up in a smirk; the LED light of the bay behind Dennis twinkles off a too-sharp canine tooth that's exposed.
"Need it for stress relief?" The man prods. The ears stop his head are perked, angled straight at Dennis. He wonders if the coyote can hear the way his heart it racing in his chest.
"Nah, there are better ways to relieve stress." With a step, he turns his body slightly away from Abbot. Just as Dennis planned, hazel eyes are locked onto Dennis's little twitching tail.
Dr. Abbot's pupils blow wide. Whether it's from the teasing words, or if the sight of a quivering bunny tail sets his instincts into overdrive, Dennis doesn't know. What he does know is that he wants the coyote. He wants to be chased. Wants to be caught. Feel those sharp teeth in his flesh.
Although it might not seem like it, Robby is very spoiled by Dennis.
The first time it happened, his cheeks flushed a deep red as his boyfriend showered him with kisses on his lips, cheeks, eyelids—all over his face—while saying, "Who's my cute baby?"
"Dennis, I'm almost 50—"
"Yes, you're my cute baby, whom I love very much and with all my heart," he said, continuing his onslaught of kisses and hugs.
Dennis had grown up in a loving environment, where his mother and father doted on him with kisses and hugs, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they were of him, while his siblings always gave him hugs whenever Dennis wanted or needed them.
Therefore, he didn't think it was wrong or strange to lavish his boyfriend with that affection; it was perfectly normal.
And Robby, despite initially showing some resistance, had a silly grin on his face once the attack subsided and Dennis was simply hugging him.
Robby had been raised by his grandparents. His grandfather wasn't a very affectionate man; he'd occasionally tell him he was proud of him or that he loved him, but it wasn't much. His grandmother was sweet and always called him "my handsome boy" to show her love, and she'd hug him, but beyond that, he hadn't received much love in his childhood.
Dennis's affection felt strange to him, but it made him feel good. His face would warm up, and he couldn't stop smiling. His heart would beat strongly, and he'd feel such a warm, almost blissful sensation, like he was in heaven. He liked it; he loved it.
So, at least once a day, Dennis would get those sudden urges to attack him with love.
And Michael "Robby" Robinavitch had gotten used to it.
One day, after a long and exhausting shift, a hand pulled Dennis inside some curtains.Dennis wasn't surprised to see Robby looking unwell.
"What do you need, my love? Are you okay?" Dennis stroked his face, and Robby leaned towards his touch, blushing.
He heard Robby say softly, "I want cuddles..." as he kissed the palm of his hand.
The change was sudden. Dennis smiled and cradled Robby's face in his hands.
"Who is my sweet baby?"
After a moment of silence, and Robby pressed him to his chest and buried his face in the crook of Dennis's neck, he replied, "I-I..." His face was already red.
"Yes, you're my sweet baby, the one I love most, with all my heart. Do you love me too?"
"Yes, I love you so much..."
"My sweet baby." Dennis pulled away from him and began showering Robby's face with kisses, while Robby's mood shifted, a silly grin spreading across his face as his eyes sparkled with love.
Robby pulled him close again for a kiss on the lips, followed by a couple of tickles that made Dennis burst out laughing.
"Are you feeling better now? My sweet baby."
Before Robby could answer, Abbot pulled back the curtains, his face a mask of disbelief.
Robby stormed out, his face burning red, knowing he was doomed. There was no way Jack hadn't heard what had happened in there. For God's sake, Robby had admitted he was Dennis's sweet baby! (That felt good.)
As he was about to hand over to the night shift, Jack said, "Okay, sweet baby." And gave him the most mocking smile imaginable.
Robby almost killed him right then and there, but he just ignored it. If he made a big deal out of it, Jack would start nagging him about it all the time.
He was annoyed again, but when he got home, Dennis smiled at him. They had dinner, and then his boyfriend wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him, stroking his hair and giving him little kisses every now and then.
If that was what being Dennis's cute baby was worth, he didn't mind at all.
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FINALLY STARTING WINTER VACATION!
By the way, this gave me a bit of... I don't know, a strange but happy feeling while writing it. It's so sweet, but it just came to me and I had to write it down 🙈
More to come soon! Except I might not be around this weekend. I have to finish a video game because I bet I'd finish it before the World Cup :""") (don't bet if you know you're going to lose, the game is way too hard ಥ‿ಥ) Besides, my beautiful country is in the final! 🇦🇷 So I might write but not post, that's all :D
And even more... thanks to you all, I reached 1000 likes on Tumblr! I'm so happy, thank you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you <3
perv panty/boxer sniffer dennis whitaker with a scent kink for sweaty rabbot! sharing my own thoughts that @jinxmine and i have discussed.
jinxmine post! -here-
original post! -here-
SCENT - HUCKLERABBOT - SHORT FIC
(jack is a bit of a bully to dennis, both of them are freaks for it.)
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the laundry basket sat in the corner of the bathroom, white plastic with a cracked lip on one side. dennis had been eyeing it all evening. he had been sitting on the couch in the living room, his phone in hand. he hadn't looked at it in nearly twenty minutes. the house was quiet except for the sound of water hitting the shower floor. robby was working a double shift. jack had been in the shower since getting home from a grueling SWAT shift followed by a regular twelve-hour night shift. dennis had tried to focus on his phone. the water against the shower floor stopped with a brief groan with the muffled scrape of the shower curtain being pulled aside and the quiet rustle of jack moving through the bathroom. dennis shifted against the couch cushions without meaning to, his grip tightening slightly around his phone before loosening again. his eyes never left the screen, though he wasn't reading a single word on it.
the bathroom door opened as steam rolled out into the hallway, carrying the scent of his soap. his footsteps passed the living room doorway. dennis kept his eyes fixed lower, but his peripheral vision caught the shape of jack crossing the hall toward their bedroom. a towel slung low around his hips. that was part of his routine. ten minutes later, jack emerged again wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, still shirtless, and wandered into the kitchen. he filled a glass with water at the sink, leaning one hand against the counter as he drank it where he stood.
dennis placed his phone face down on the armrest of the couch, careful not to make a sound. the faucet ran again, jack rinsing the glass with his back turned toward him. he stood, his socks making no noise against the hardwood as he walked down the hallway. he paused at the half-open bathroom door, listening for the other's footsteps. once he heard them move farther away, he quietly clicked the door shut.
steam had fogged the mirror above the sink, and the air still held the damp warmth jack had left behind. the laundry basket sat against the wall beside the sink, just where it always was. he bent down in front of it and carefully lifted the top layer, a towel still damp from jack's shower. beneath it lay a pair of black scrubs and pieces of his SWAT camouflage uniform that carried the faint antiseptic smell of the ED that always clung to them after his shifts. his fingers brushed over denim, a t-shirt, more towels. he worked through the pile quietly, his breaths shallow.
his fingers touched the bare plastic at the bottom of the basket. dennis frowned and lifted the remaining clothes, checking beneath each piece. a sock, another towel, and a ridiculous amount of scrubs for three physicians to own. he pulled everything out layer by layer, growing less and less careful with each piece. they weren't there. dennis crouched there for a moment, sitting back on his heels. there was always a pair left behind. he looked once more at the pile of laundry now scattered across the tile floor and tried to remember if he had seen them earlier.
he rocked forward onto his knees and leaned past the basket, looking into the gap between it and the wall. a stray dryer sheet had fallen there weeks ago, forgotten. there wasn't anything else. he sat back again, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. this was so wrong, rifling through their dirty laundry looking for a freshly used pair of boxers. the thought made his stomach turn even more when he couldn't find them. he should put everything back. he reached for one of robby's long-sleeved undershirts, his fingers clumsy. the fabric still smelled faintly of the hospital, his cologne, and the sweat that clung to both robby and jack when they came home. he placed it back in the basket and reached for the next item.
"looking for something?" the voice came from the doorway.
dennis jerked so hard his elbow knocked against the basket as he spun around on his knees, looking up. jack filled the doorway, his sweatpants hanging low across his hips. hooked casually around the fingers of his right hand dangled a pair of dark used boxer briefs. he immediately became flustered, scrambling for an explanation. he knew exactly when he had worn them.
"i-i didn't... i-i wasn't," he started, his voice cracking as he swallowed hard and tried again, stumbling over his words before stopping altogether. "i... i was just."
there was no end to that sentence that made any sense. jack didn't move from the doorway. he watched him with a smug expression, the boxers dangling from his fingers like bait. "just what?" he asked.
dennis stayed frozen on his knees against the tile. he could feel the cold seeping through his pajama pants. his hands had stopped moving, one still gripping the edge of the laundry basket. jack stepped inside, the bathroom wasn't large, as one step brought him close enough that the scent of soap still lingered on his skin. he stopped only inches away.
jack reached down as he flinched back, but there was nowhere to go. the wall met his shoulders as his palm found the nape of dennis's neck, his fingers spreading wide and pressing into the soft skin below his hairline. his grip was firm and steady. it wasn't meant to hurt as his other hand moved. the dark fabric filled his vision, then his senses, pressed gently but deliberately against his nose and mouth. the scent hit him all at once, deep musky, cotton, and sweat, a full day's worth of jack pressed into the fibers. he made a sound he didn't recognize, something caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. his hands came up instinctively, one wrapping around jack's wrist, but he didn't push him away. he couldn't, his thumb traced slow circles at the base of his neck.
"that's it," he said, his voice low.
he felt the words through the fabric pressed gently against his face. his fingers loosened around his wrist as the tension in his shoulders slowly unwound, something in his spine giving way after months. he didn't pull the fabric away. instead, he let his weight settle back against the wall, allowing jack's hand to take more of the burden of holding him steady. his eyes closed without his permission. the boxer briefs were warm against his palm and carried the faintest trace of everything else, ordinary against the intimacy of the moment. his breathing came slower.
"there you go, breathe it in."
he took a long, shaky inhale that filled his lungs with the scent of jack's body, the aftermath of more than twelve hours of exertion, focus, and controlled adrenaline. he heard the grin in his voice before he saw it. "you're such a perv, whitaker."
jack's fingers pressed into the masseter muscles of his jaw, forcing his mouth open through the pressure. he gathered the boxer briefs in one hand before guiding the bunched fabric between his parted lips around the intrusion of his fingers, the thick, dry cotton pressing against his tongue. a choked sound escaped him, his eyes watering as they opened to find him hovering above him. his grin hadn't faded as he watched dennis intently holding him place. saliva slowly dampened the cotton, and the faint taste of salt spread across his tongue. his jaw ached as heat settled low in his gut.
jack drew the fabric from his mouth. a strand of saliva caught briefly against the cotton before breaking, leaving it pool along his lower lip and the curve of his chin. his breaths came hard and uneven. instinctively, dennis turned his face toward the wall, desperate to hide, but the hand at the back of his neck never loosened. there was nowhere to retreat. the cool drywall rested against his temple, a useless contrast to the heat climbing up his throat and flooding across his cheeks. his breathing came in short, uneven pulls, each exhale ghosting faintly against the wall. he could feel the wetness gathering at the corners of his eyes and the heavy, undeniable knot low in his stomach. shame and want twisted so tightly together that he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
his hand stilled. the change in his expression came a heartbeat later before dennis heard it too. the front door opened with its familiar groan, followed by the heavy thud of boots against the entryway floor.
"jack?" robby's voice carried down the hallway, roughened by exhaustion. "you still up?"
dennis jerked backward so quickly the back of his head hit the wall as pain bloomed instantly behind his eyes. in the same time, jack's hand slipped away from the back of his neck, and he stepped toward the shower curtain as though a few feet of distance could erase what had just happened. dennis scrambled to his feet. the laundry still lay scattered across the bathroom floor, towels, scrubs, and shared clothes laid in every direction. there wasn't time to put any of it back. there wasn't time to come up with an explanation. robby's footsteps moved steadily down the hallway, heavy against the creaking floorboards.
"den? Jack?"
"bathroom," jack called back, his voice calm and effortless. dennis's heart hammered against his ribs. he could feel it in his throat. the sound of robby approaching seemed to match its rhythm. his hands fidgeted at the hem of his shirt before he forced them flat against his thighs. the bathroom air still clung to his skin, heavy with the scent of jack, and he could still feel the pressure of the fabric against his tongue even though it had since been pulled away.
"what's the matter, den?" jack whispered barely louder than a breath as they brushed past his ear. the warmth of it made him pull away. "afraid you'll get caught again?"
robby was just outside the door, his footsteps stopped.
"no," dennis managed to whisper, the word catching as his voice cracked. jack's smile spread slowly, patient and knowing. he didn't answer right away. they held eye contact for brief second, as though he already knew the truth before he even tried to deny it.
robby pushed the bathroom door open without knocking. it had been left slightly ajar. he stopped mid-step, one hand still resting against the doorframe. his tired eyes moved from dennis to jack, then back again. the laundry was scattered across the tile floor, an empty basket, and dennis stood sheepishly against the wall with the unmistakable expression of someone who'd been caught stealing far more than dirty cotton. jack stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his bare chest, his expression impossible to read. neither of them spoke as robby's eyes settled on dennis, waiting.
"you're home early," jack said.
"what's going on?" robby asked. the question was directed at dennis, who still hadn't moved from where he stood.
"come on, den." his smirk returned, a slow curl at the corner of his mouth. "let mikey know what you were doing."
Dennis Whitaker panty/boxer sniffer, scent kink, hucklerabbot!
Curtesy of @comingaback 's post (linked below!), and the recent UK heatwaves
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he’s taking a deep inhale here.
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Jack wasn't stupid. Dennis wasn't slick. Robby knew something was going on but wanted it to play out without disruption.
Dennis had been sneaking into the bedroom laundry basket, into Jack's gym bag and both his boyfriends' work bags. His secret treasure? Boxers, undershirts, gym clothes, jackets- anything that smelt remotely like the musky odor of sweat. Of hard work, of long shifts, of Robby's body hair and of Jack's rigorous exercise regime. Jack knew this- despite what people say, his prosthesis doesn't announce his appearance unless he wants it to- from sneakily observing a hiding Dennis, who was pressing one of Jack's old gym shirts into his face and huffing it like the last molecule of oxygen on Earth.
Needless to say, Jack was thrilled.
A fortunate idea came to Jack when leaving the gym to go to a SWAT call before his upcoming 12 hour shift that night. No matter how deeply uncomfortable he felt sitting in his own sweat for over 24 hours, Jack loved Dennis more. The shirt and boxers he wore that day had to be painstakingly peeled off his body, and following the most vigorous cleansing shower Jack had ever taken, he was pleased to find the two clothing items mysteriously missing from where he had dropped them.
Jack was also aware of Robby's fondness for wearing long-sleeve undershirts and fleeces, hoodies or zip-ups to work, regardless of weather. For a man who claimed he "ran cold", he sure sweated up a storm. Not to mention the carpeting of body hair he had. Suffice to say, Robby's clothes mysteriously went missing too.
Fortunately, it all came to a head on Jack's night off. It had been a long, arduous shift for Robby and Dennis. A long-suffering, gutteral sigh escaped Robby's lungs as he stripped off his scrubs.
"Fuck me, I need a shower. I stink"
Not one to miss Dennis's sharp intakes of breath and slightly darkened eyes, Jack stood, placing a large hand on Robby's bare chest, and guided him gently to lay on a covinientIy placed towel. Turning on his heel, Jack's eyes met Dennis's confused gaze. A shift in the blue eyes' sightline gave Jack the answer he wanted.
"Pick it up." His voice came out more gravelly than intended.
Dennis bent at the waist, keeping nervous eye contact with Jack as he took Robby's undershirt in hand and returned to standing.
Rounding the younger man, Jack grumbled, " You'd rather get your rocks off on fabric? Or the real deal? Straight from the source baby, take your fill." A large hand took its familiar place on the back of Dennis's head, fisting into the curls, and walking him to a gleefully watching Robby. Jack dog-walks Dennis up the bed, as the two dayshift workers maintained heated eye contact. Jack settles himself beside Robby, and Dennis's head at Robby's neck.
"Go nuts pup."
The young man's nose firmly lodges itself in Robby's neck, slathering a long stripe of saliva up his throat, as he pulls one of the man's hairy arms above their heads. A trail of deep-heaving huffs and wet kisses tracks the skin down to the garden of eden, Robby's armpit. Following his course down the chest hair, snail trail and to Robby's furry crotch, Dennis' deep breaths are accompanied by Robby's breathless gasps and Jack's reverent moans as he palms himself through his boxers at the wonderous sight. The sound of Dennis's tongue delving through sweaty hair and around Robby's dick makes Jack's patient waiting so worth it. Robby's orgasm shocks no one, with Dennis's enthusiastic breaths and licks speeding, chasing his own release and ecstatically recieving the deep scent and taste of Robby's cum. Jack follows soon after Dennis, with a cry bitten off by Robby's lips on his.
"So kid, we smell good enough for ya', or do we have to store our sweat in jars?"
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Please forgive me for my writing, this is my first time writing anything close to smut! I hope it's decent, and I'm open to advice or constructive criticism!!
I made an illustrated fanfic about nonjudgmental conversations about suicide. @ the pitt call me if you need writers for season 3 I think I really nailed the characterization
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nimh.nih.gov/suicideprevention
mentalhealthfirstaid.org
Learn more about means reduction here. We don't know if Robby owns a gun, but guns are one of the most lethal means. If you know someone who is at risk of suicide and owns a firearm, you can check for safe storage sites near you at gunstoragemap.com
(this is 4k of smut and tiny Dennis lore background btw, hope u like it freaks 🐶)
Dennis thinks he might combust, laid here on their bed- which really really smells like them, both of them, in a way he wants to just roll and wriggle around in until he's covered in their scent.
"Do you wanna touch the puppy first? Sounds like he's been good for you."
On his right, Jack is gently tracing his fingertips up inside of Dennis' t-shirt, feather-light touches across his softening stomach- all those treats and lazing about in the shops making his farm work toning less defined. Earlier on the tour of their house he saw a bunch of exercise stuff he guesses belongs to Jack, maybe Jack will let him-
Theres a hand on his face, and he turns into it. Oh his left Robby presses up against him, one hand on his hip and his thumb stroking his face gently.
"Lets kiss him a little first Jack-" He tilts Dennis chin up. "He's always rushing puppy, running from one thing to the next."
Jack scoffs, but Dennis can't bring himself to pay attention because Robby's soft lips are pressing against his own.
He's being kissed!
!!!
Dennis has never been kissed in his life!!
Robby wants to kiss him!!!!!
He presses forward excitedly and his teeth clack against Robby's, and he slips a bit getting Robby's lower lip and chin a little wet. Dennis feels him laugh against his lips and frowns, trying to pull back a little, but Jack presses up against his back.
"Shh you're okay pup, it's all so exciting huh little one?" He strokes a hand over his fur but keeping him from shuffling away and curling up in embarrassment. "Slow down a little, close your eyes for me, can you do that? Thats it- just like that good boy- now press forward slowly, don't move too much yet, let Mike lead okay? Thats it- oh puppy those little huffy whines are really something huh?"
Oh shit, Dennis can feel his cunt clenching, sandwiched between them and wiggling his butt a little to try and …. what? Stop the feeling? Make it more intense? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Robby is moving against him so sweetly, pressing more gently this time and nibbling at his bottom lip.
"Does that feel good?"
Dennis nods desperately.
"Yeah it does, little wiggles. You seeing this Michael?"
Robby chuckles against his lips and mumbles, "see Dens? He never shuts up."
"S'good. Like it." Dennis protests, and both men laugh gently at him.
"Let him in then puppy, if you like it so much, don't worry puppy I'll talk you through it. Let him show you how good it can be. Just follow his lead and go slowly puppy." Dennis parts his lips and Robby's tongue fills the space. He hums, and lets Jack tilt his head to the side a bit. "If you go like this- fuckin' floppy little ears killin' me pup- yeah like that. See how that gives him a little more room? Oh puppy what's that noise hmm?"
What noise? Oh- that's him! Making that strange little high pitched huffy whine. But doesn't Jack know that he can't help it? It's just so nice to kiss Robby. Like so nice even if he feels like he's not doing it super well, sloppy spit on his chin.
When Robby pulls back Dennis whimpers, and Robby's eyes crinkle, thumb coming to swipe below his lip.
"Want a hands on lesson from Jack Dens?" Robby asks.
"Um, yes please! Yeah, Jack?" He whips his head around but Jack is right there, his nose tickling into the side of his face, and then he's being passed from one man to the other as Jack goes in this time.
Their teeth clack again.
Jack pulls back and frowns, "now what did I just teach you pup?"
Robby tuts, "don't be mean Jack, it's puppy's first go at this. He might need to be told a few times." He leans down and nibbles at Dennis' earlobe, whispering, "gotta go slow buddy, come on, be good for Jack like you were good for me."
Dennis tries, he really does, he wants to be good- especially for Jack. He gets the impression that anything he does is going to make Robby laugh or smile, but with Jack he thinks there will be certain times where he must earn the title of good. And that thrills him just as much as Robby's quick adoration.
"Please Jack. I'll b' good."
"Yeah you will. Just excited right puppy."
He forces himself slow, but he's pretty sure all of his energy just goes into his rapidly wagging tail. He knows because Robby keeps playing with it, running from it's base to the tip as he kneels up and leans over to Jack. When Jack licks into his mouth he tastes coffee on his tongue.
Dennis lets their tongues dance, lets Jack huff and laugh and play with him, lets him tilt his head this way and that, until Dennis gently bites back at his lower lip. That gets a reaction, a really good reaction, Jack's fingers tightening on his jaw and panting into his mouth like a dog. He does it again, just a little harder, and Jack groans into his mouth until Dennis is gasping.
When he pulls back, spit sheens Jack's lips like gloss.
"Oh he's sweet, isn't he Michael." Jack mumbles, thumbing Dennis bottom lip.
"Very- pass him back Jack?"
"If I must." He winks at Dennis, and Dennis nearly chokes.
They keep at it for a while, lazily passing him back and forth between them until his lips tingle from the attention. Dennis feels, with a certainty he's never felt before in his life, that this is exactly where he was meant to be.
See, Dennis Whitaker has always wanted, more than anything, to belong.
On the plains of Nebraska, growing rows of corn brushing at his shoulders as evening breeze curled in his fur, Dennis had let the cooling orange light paint his face and he'd almost felt it. But as much as his ma pretended he was her Denny he wasn't. Dennis' brothers weren't his brothers. His pa wasn't his pa, he was a man who bought Dennis so young he has no memories of the before. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.
Oh I don't know Dennis. He would grumble, a rough pet to his ears when he'd ask where he came from. I didn't read the papers when I got you, chucked em' after, you know this boy, now did you clean the silage chopper? Good boy.
And life was good. Dennis didn't go to school with his brothers, but that's okay because he had farm work. And he went to church and all, but he didn't think the pastor like him much. But none of that mattered when he could run through the fields and wrestle until his clothes were caked in mud and shake his head like a pup to make his brothers and his ma laugh when he got hosed down.
But then life went on around Dennis. It seemed to happen to everyone else but him. He stayed in that corn field, with the same evening glow, and the same rolling clouds and endless sky, and the same breeze rustling the leaves around him. The only difference is that he grew taller too with the corn.
So Elijah left for college, and Peter married Jessica and had a little boy first and then a girl soon after, and Isaac married too, Lydia, who struggled with her twins so much that his ma was over at their house most of the time. Elijah came home and had a joint marriage with Noah, both their wives city girls who turned their hand to farm life, chasing an ideal Dennis isn't sure exists. But, well, who is he to comment really? Peter and Isaac both adopted hybrids of their own too, encouraged by their ma.
They make such good playmates for the children.
Dennis had swallowed hard at that. He was only twenty two, but the cracks that had started developing with Elijah left were eroding into canons now. Dennis was not the same. He would never have a wife and kids. He never belonged on that path. He was the thing brought into that life as an accessory to it.
And that was fine too!
He belonged, or so he thought, on the farm with pa. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed it- even if he missed being silly and playful. Pa had got so serious, the more the years rolled by. Dennis was hardly ever told he was good anymore.
And Noah and Isaac went and bought the farm land next to their pa's and what seemed like a good idea at the time was followed by a spout of bad luck and bad weather and then both his pa's and his brothers land yielded much less than they needed. Dennis, then, was a burden. He was another mouth to feed- no matter how much he tried to help. His pa sold as much as he could, old equipment, furniture, clothes.
So when, at the incredibly late age of 25 Dennis had fallen sick, confined to his room for a week of blood and sweat and tears, he'd emerged as a whimpering newly presented omega. Was it any surprise then, really, that his p- no- his owner, had sold him too?
Jack slides Dennis' t-shirt over his head and his nipples perk up at the change in temperature. He squeaks into Robby's mouth where he's re-attached himself as soon as possible after he was rudely pulled away.
Fuck- Dennis hopes they want to keep him. He hopes so badly they want to keep him because if he feels this good already? If this is only the first day he hopes that this is good for them too. He desperately wants to be good.
"Please- oh my- Jack- Jackkk." Dennis whines into Robby's mouth as Jack teases at his nipples.
"What pup?" He sucks a mark into Dennis' shoulder.
"T-touch me."
"He is touching you puppy." Robby laughs.
"He said- earlier he said-" He gets cut off with a gasp when Jack pinches a little harder.
His cock hurts from how hard he is now and he's pretty sure he's leaking slick from his cunt all over their bed. Hopefully they'll be okay with that- Dennis wants it to smell like him, but he's always found people to be slightly more concerned with stuff like that than hybrids, and he's learnt when to keep his mouth shut. Like… sure he would let them cum into the fabric of the blanket on his dog bed but he guesses that would be weird or something… whatever.
"What did he say? Was he mean? Hmm? Was Jack mean to the little puppy?"
Jack scoffs-,"I wasn't mean-"
"Shh, you wanted a pup who could talk let him talk Jack."
"He said that if I liked the kissing you would suck my cock."
Jack barks out a laugh, pressing his face into the crook of Dennis' neck and giggling while Robby raises a perfectly immaculate eyebrow. "Did he now?"
"You do love sucking cock brother."
Robby moves to slip his shorts down his legs and off the side of the bed, grumbling, "I thought the point of this was to have someone suck our cocks Jack."
A chill runs up Dennis' spine. "Oh… oh I can do that! Sorry I didn't-
"Shh pup, he's only kidding. Just teasing pup. He'll suck your cock." Jack pets at his ears and eases him to sit propped up slightly at the top of the bed. "See one, do one, teach one- right Mike? How's the pup gonna know what to do if he's never had one before."
Jack settles beside him as Robby nods and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"Look at him Michael, leaking into his little panties just from some kissin'."
Dennis isn't sure how to explain the feeling that came over him when he first say Robby yesterday in the shop, except that it felt right.
Lots of people, in all the shops he'd been passed around in, had been interested when they'd learnt he was a virgin. Some of them breeders, which made Dennis shudder. He'd have gone, of course, if one of them had paid his pa's ridiculous asking fee. But, rather petulantly, he didn't wanna. Some of them had turned away when they'd heard him speak, so he'd learnt not to before he was asked. Some of their hands in his ears made him cringe. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him want to curl up into a little ball. Some had curled away from him when he got overly excited or was too eager.
Robby was different though. Robby was attractive and he wanted the man to come closer, to like him, to touch and pet him. Dennis could count on one hand the number of times he wanted that since leaving Nebraska. He liked the way Robby's smile lit up his face, and the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. And the way his hand felt so big against Dennis' head, and the way he talked- and and and-
He liked too, that Robby liked him and his wiggle and excitement, even before he learnt what Dennis was. Like he liked Dennis not the list of things on the paper.
Then when he'd stepped aside and Jack took his place, Dennis felt the swooping of his stomach all over again, and this time he felt it between his legs too.
He feels it now, as Jack trails a hand down his stomach, but dialled up to one hundred. He wriggles and squirms.
"How u feeling Dennis? Wanna pause or-"
Dennis can't help the rumbly little growl that builds in his throat at the idea of stopping. Stopping? He can't stop now! Jack's hand is so close.
"Oh boy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you kid." Jack laughs, toying with the waistband of his briefs. "I think he wants to carry on Mike."
"If he does he can use his big boy words. First time and all."
"Please!" He huffs, then remembers himself, forcing himself sweet. "Please Robby, I really wanna carry on please. You don't have to- can I just- I wanna do-"
"Okay puppy, okay. We've got you don't worry."
The briefs slip down his thighs, Robby taking one of his legs out before shoving between his legs and propping his heels up near his head. His white socked feet bounce over his shoulders. Robby leaves the briefs dangling off of one of his feet, and Jack groans at the sight, palming his cock through his plaid pyjama bottoms.
Then, all logic leaves his brain because there's a hand on his cock pumping once, twice, and then warmth.
Dennis screams, the sound caught in Jack's mouth as he takes it all and mixes it with his own moans, hand roaming Dennis' chest like he's on the prowl.
"Oh that's good puppy! Does that feel good?" Jack mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look at Robby's mouth enveloping his cock. Dennis isn't small like some omegas, but he easily fits whole in Robby's mouth and the sensation makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
Dennis nods frantically, head slipping back and tongue involuntarily slipping out as he pants. Jack slides two fingers into his mouth and Dennis sucks, hollowing his cheeks to match Robby.
"Such a good boy for us look at you, yeah puppy, yeah!" Jack coos like he would a real dog doing a trick for his owner, his own hand speeding up.
It's hardly no time at all before Dennis feels himself clenching up, muscles tightening, he tries to tell Jack but the fingers are in his way!! So he can't warn Robby at all before he's coming straight into his mouth. He would apologise, but unfortunately Dennis feels every part of his mind transcend to a higher plane of existence where all he can feel is the curling of his toes and the panting whines from his own throat in his ears.
It's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life.
He feels himself being moved, but he's all soupy and blissed out, so he just lets it happen, boneless and overcome with happiness. He's placed on someone's chest, broad muscles and bare skin and warmth. And oh that's so nice. He likes that a lot. Dennis wants to live inside of that warmth, so he nuzzles his cheek into the chest and gets a pat to his head.
"Hey puppy, little one. Kid are you back online yet?" Someone whispers into his ear, a hand running up and down his back soothingly.
No, Dennis thinks, grinning at the idea of teasing but his brain to mouth connection isn't working. Stupid brain. He yips tiredly instead. All this orgasm stuff is hard work for a pup, don't they know! They can't expect him to make words yet!
"How you feeling? You up for Michael playing with your little pussy Dennis?" He bites at Dennis' earlobe.
Dennis yips with a little more feeling and bites down playfully, growling playfully as he scrapes his teeth against the freckled skin under his tongue.
With his assent, he's shifted down a little, Jack's cock- naked… when did he get naked? Did Dennis miss that? No! He wanted to see!!! He squirms to try and see but he's held down with a quick stay still Dens. Then a second later, Dennis, buddy, settle. He whines and is about to try and find words, because this isn't fair when a quick swipe through his pussy makes him freeze.
"Oh I think the puppy liked that- do it again." The hand between his legs returns, and this time Dennis wriggles for an entirely different reason. "Yeah he really likes that. Like feeling Mikey play with your pussy Den? Want his fingers inside of you- do you? Hmm? Do you buddy?"
Dennis whines, his tail wagging frantically before Robby gets a hand on it- pulls it upwards in a way that had Dennis arching his back and grinding his stomach into Jack's cock, and then there's a finger in his pussy!!!
Robby starts slow, which Dennis can't tell if he's happy for or if it's an act personally chosen to drive him insane. Either way, it feels so so good that he can't help rocking back on the hand and rubbing himself on Jack until a second finger is added. He babbles out a thank you, and then gets a third for his trouble. They curl up inside of him and Dennis pants and huffs into Jack.
"Desperate little thing." Robby laughs, biting marks into his ass as he plays. "Want more Dens?"
"P-please." He whines.
He was expecting another finger, what he wasn't expecting is to feel the head of Robby's cock notch at the entrance of his cunt. And holy fuck this is so much better.
"Just the tip pup, gotta see if you like it first." Jack says, but his voice is all curled around a smile, which- if Dennis has any brain left- would have made him nervous in the best way. He whines pitifully. He doesn't want that he wants it all! "Oi, hush with that pup, you'll take what we give you okay? We know what's best for you Den, gotta let us work your pussy up to it."
Robby slowly pushes in, the stretch not too bad after his fingers and the way Dennis' pussy is dripping for them. It still feels, feels all full, in a way the fingers didn't.
"More!" He demands instantly, but Robby moves back.
Back???? That isn't what Dennis asked for! He paws clumsily behind him until Jack grabs his hand and brings it back to his chest.
Robby slips the tip back in, then out again, then in- and Dennis knows- he just knows that its not enough!!
He whimpers, pitiful and turns his big wet eyes up at Jack.
"Oh pup." He flicks Dennis' pouting lower lip. "What's up buttercup? Do you not like it? Mike I don't think he likes it."
Dennis growls. No! He leans forward and nips at Jack's fingers, playfully until Jack doesn't do anything, and then a little harder. He feels Jack's cock twitch this time.
"Dens honey do you want to stop?" Robby teases, slipping just a little more in. "It might be too much for his first time Jack, you know how sensitive little pups are. Maybe we should let him have a nap and-"
Dennis has had enough with both of them. He growls again, spitting Jack's fingers out his mouth and shouting, "no!" before pushing back as hard as he can towards Robby. He gets maybe an inch more inside of him- success! But it's still not enough.
Thankfully Robby relents with a okay puppy, we got you, relax, biggggg stretch puppy. And then Robby's whole cock slides into him, filling him in ways he didn't even realise he could be filled. He feels it in his throat.
He was wrong, earlier, this- this- is the best feeling he's ever felt.
"Please please please-" he starts to babble, but it quickly gets turned into a concoction of huffs and whines and yips as Robby grips his hips and starts slowly thrusting, picking up in speed until he's jolting Dennis up against Jack with every snap of his hips.
"Yeah- yeah that's- fuck pup- that's it." Jack reaches around and pulls at his tail and Dennis yelps, teeth digging into Jack's chest again. The hand moves to his hair. "Close pup, kiss me."
When Jack cums he does so with a shout, biting at Dennis' lower lip, then his shoulder, and then his earlobe as he rides himself through it, using the momentum of Dennis' jolted body from the rhythm Robby sets.
Meanwhile Dennis is letting out little 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Robby snaps his hips into him. It's heaven. He doesn't think it can get any better but then it does when he's suddenly pressed between the two bodies properly. When he looks up, it's to the sight of the two men kissing, tongues tangling as they pant and moan into each others mouths and fuck Dennis feels his pussy clench around Robby's cock and then he's cumming even harder than the first time.
"Did he just- did he just cum because we kissed?" Jack's incredulous voice makes him shake, cheeks burning, but Robby just snaps his hips harder.
"Fuck, fuck Jack he did. Good pup- good- fuck- good- I'm close."
"Go on baby, fuck him like you want to. Go on. He wants it don't you Den? Wanna be filled up with Robby's cum so it leaks out of you? Drips out of your little broken in pussy?"
Robby groans. "Your fucking mouth Jack. I love- I love you." And then he's holding Dennis hips steady for one last thrust. Buried flush to Dennis, he spills inside of him, the feeling of it settling so deep inside Dennis that he almost cums again, his pussy giving a weak fluttering attempt to milk Robby for all he's worth.
Floatily, he feels himself moved sideways and enveloped between the two men, safe and warm and the most content he's ever been in his life. He hears, distant like a dream, sweet praises, a hand stroking his ears and one on his tail, repeats of good boy and good puppy. And with Robby's cock still notched deep in him, Dennis lets a rumbly contented half-purr and succumbs to sleep.
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When Dennis wakes, he's still on Jack's chest- thank god, but he's empty again. Empty too, feels his neck where he feels they really should collar him, especially after that. The absence is… well… rude. For them to show him this and then take it away and leave him empty. No he- he needs- ah! Jack has a cock he could-
He leans back and looks down and yes! Score! Jack's cock is right there and he's even bigger than Robby. Thick even when it's not hard and Dennis wants it in him. He nudges Jack's shoulder, not taking his eyes off of it.
"Jack. Jack. Jackkkkkk wake up."
Jack doesn't open his eyes but he grumbles a sleepy, "what pup?"
"Can we go again? Please? Again please?" Dennis starts to vibrate as he comes around more, and Jack groans, throwing a hand over his face.
