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Jun 2

I have been so privileged to collab with the wonderful @lin4lool !!! They drew some absolutely amazing Rabbot art that you can see here and I wrote a one shot to go along with it. Be sure to check out her post and give them lots of love because their work is truly incredible!

Lina, thank you so much for the amazing collab experience! I had a ton of fun working with you ♥️♥️♥️

You can read Suit & Tie on ao3 or under the cut!

“Is that what you’re wearing to the interview?” Robby asks.

Jack is standing over the ironing board in their living room with his button-up, tie, and blazer on, but his bottom half is bare save for his boxers and socks held up by elastic garters.

“Very funny,” he says. He smooths his tie. “This is alright, yeah?”

“Yes.” Robby has assured him a thousand times that the suit looks good, but Jack still asks before every interview.

“Because this is the one I really want,” Jack stresses. He’s interviewing at the hospital Robby works at, and all he’s been able to focus on is the possibility of matching somewhere else.

Robby presses a sweet kiss to his freckled cheek. “You don’t need to worry. I know the attendings like you, and they’d be stupid not to rank you highly.”

Jack ignores him. Focused solely on ironing out invisible wrinkles and muttering under his breath about this needing to go well.

“Jack, baby.” Robby takes the iron out of his hand and sets it to the side. He takes Jack’s handsome face in his hands. “You’re going to do great. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

Jack looks at Robby with big, wet eyes. “I don’t want to let you down.”

Robby coos and places another gentle kiss on his lips. “You can’t. Even if you don’t match there, I will be proud wherever you go. You’re going to be a great doctor.”

“But I want to be with you.”

“You are with me.” Robby pushes the trousers into Jack’s grip. “Come on; you’ll be late.”

Jack still grumbles under his breath as he slides them on.

“Stop complaining,” Robby says. “Calm down, do the interview, and I’ll reward your bravery when you get home.”

That perks him up. “What kind of reward?”

“I’ll think about it while you’re out.” Robby kisses him again, then pushes Jack toward the door. “You’re going to be great.”

“Okay, okay,” Jack sighs. He runs a sweaty palm over his tie, flattening it to his chest. “I look professional?”

“Yes,” Robby laughs. “Go!”

One last reassurance that Jack’s suit is in prime condition, and he finally leaves. Robby sends a quick prayer for Jack’s luck, just in case, and takes in the apartment.

There’s laundry strewn over the couch, and dishes piled in the sink. Not to mention leftovers in the fridge that are begging to be thrown out. God, if this is how they live now, Robby shudders to think of what it’ll be like when they’re both in the hospital. He gets to work, clearing out the fridge and dishes don’t take nearly as long as expected, and the laundry is clean, but unfolded. Robby’s putting away the last of his underwear when light blue cotton at the bottom of the drawer catches his eye. A soft, cotton camisole with matching panties.

It’s not as fancy as things he’s worn for Jack previously, but it’s certainly as pretty. More comfortable than a lot of it, too. He’d almost forgotten he owned this; he bought it on a whim months ago when a department store he was passing through had caught his eye with a sale. Robby rubs the gentle fabric between his fingers. He did promise Jack a reward.

He checks the clock. If he’s efficient, he can have himself ready in time for Jack to get home.

Unfortunately, Robby doesn’t get to enjoy his shower as much as he’d like to, but it’s worth it to have himself nice and fresh on time. He sees himself in the mirror; the frills of the panties emphasize his ass perfectly when he hears Jack’s key in the door. It’s a mad dash to the bed, but he manages to settle himself on the sheets and grab the book off his bedside table in what is hopefully a convincingly casual appearance when Jack bursts into their bedroom.

“Mikey! Mikey, it went great! I think they really liked me—“ His bright smile drops to a loose hanging jaw, eyes wide as his face begins to take on the stunning shade of pink Robby has become intimately familiar with.

“That’s great,” Robby says, peeking over his book. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

Jack doesn’t answer. His mouth hangs open as his gaze trails the length of Robby’s body. Without permission, his fingers wrap around the still, shower-warm skin of Robby’s ankle.

“Excuse you.” Robby pulls his leg back. The movement exposes the underside of his thigh, bulging slightly under the elastic. Jack’s breath stutters. “Come here.”

It takes a lot of effort for Jack to tear his eyes away, and when he does, they land on the exposed V of Robby’s chest rather than his face.

“Jack,” Robby scolds. He sets the book aside and beckons Jack forward. “Come here. I want to hear about the interview.”

Jack’s feet pad along the carpet with heavy steps. “This isn’t fair.”

“Tell me about the interview.”

With a heavy sigh, Jack finally meets Robby’s eyes. “You test me more than med school.”

“This is your last chance to tell me about the interview before I get changed and take a nap.”

“It was good,” Jack says carefully. “Easier than expected.”

“That’s good. What kind of questions did they ask you?”

“Just like, what made me want to be a doctor and stuff.”

“And what did you tell them?” Robby trails his hand down until his palm cups his bulge through the cotton.

“I, uh…” Jack’s face is almost glowing. His Adam’s apple bobs deliciously as he watches Robby rub himself steadily. “I like helping people.”

“That’s good.” Robby teases his thumb around the wet spot forming at his tip, making himself gasp. Jack takes a half step forward before stopping himself.

“Mike, come on.”

Robby flattens his hand again and rocks his hips; the fabric bunches and stretches, exposing more hair with the drag of the waistband. “What else did they ask?”

Jack releases a weak groan, “Mikey.”

“I hope you were better at answering their questions than you are mine.”

“They, fuck,” Jack loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt. “They asked what I do in my free time, and I had to think of something other than ‘get blue balls from my really hot boyfriend, you know him by the way. Does he annoy you as much as he does me?’”

“Oh. This is annoying you?” Robby pulls his hand away.

“No, no, no,” Jack rushes out. “Keep going. I was joking—“

“I’m just trying to relax,” Robby pouts. He rolls on his side, propping himself with his right arm, and traces the fingers of his free hand over the rumpled sheets. “I’ve been cleaning all day, and you didn’t even notice.”

“I did. I noticed,” Jack insists. “I was planning on doing the dishes when I got home, I swear. Thank you.”

Robby hums. He reaches out and fiddles with the end of Jack’s tie. “Had to do something while my husband was at work.”

“Husband?” Jack gasps.

“Mhm.” Robby wraps his hand around the center of Jack’s tie and tugs. Jack collapses to his knees easily; his hot panting breath brushes Robby’s lips. “Married to a man that doesn’t appreciate my hard work.”

“I do appreciate it. I do.” His fingers twitch at the edge of the mattress. “I’m sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

Robby tilts his head, continuing to play with the tie. He tickles the end over Jack’s nose. “How do you plan to do that?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Maybe.” Robby slides his hand up the tie until he’s almost to the knot. He leans close, leaving only centimeters between them. “Are you going to take it for granted?”

“No. No, baby. I’ll be so grateful.” His tongue darts out to wet his lip, he wiggles on his knees, and winds his fingers tighter into the bedding. “Please. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of my wife.”

That earns a moan from Robby. He can’t resist any longer and presses his mouth to Jack’s; it’s as warm and inviting as always. Robby’s eyes roll back behind closed lids as he pulls Jack closer, enjoying the practiced patterns traced by his tongue.

Ever the good boy, Jack’s hands stay firm on the mattress even though Robby knows he’s itching to touch. “Mike,” he moans softly. “Can I—?”

“Gently,” Robby appeases.

Since he began wearing pretty things for Jack, Robby has become more diligent about putting on lotion every day so his soft skin can complement the delicate pieces they’ve collected. It also has the added benefit of emphasizing the rough calluses forming at the bases of Jack’s fingers. They scratch along the expanse of Robby’s legs with barely any pressure, sending shivers up his body that release as gasps into Jack’s mouth. A firm hand cups the back side of his thigh and kneads the muscle.

“Beautiful,” Jack whispers.

Robby rolls onto his back with a wistful sigh. Jack follows easily, the thick material of his suit dragging across Robby’s exposed skin, evoking goosebumps. He’s deliciously heavy. Thick, well-muscled weight pinning Robby to the mattress while Jack explores his mouth eagerly as if he hasn’t done this a hundred times before. The cold metal of his belt buckle catches the head of Robby’s cock through the panties as they rock together.

“Jack.”

“So pretty,” he murmurs against Robby’s lips. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jack trails his lips over Robby’s jaw down to the hollow of his neck, leaving a wet line in his wake.

Robby bucks his hips. “Prove it.”

“I am,” Jack says. He sucks at Robby’s exposed collarbone.

With an inelegant yank, Robby frees Jack’s shirt from where it’s tucked inside his trousers and grabs at the muscles underneath. “Faster.”

“Nuh uh.” Jack nips at Robby’s skin, continuing his path down till his tongue teases at the dusting of hair peaking above the camisole’s decorative bow. “I’m savoring you. Showing my appreciation, remember?”

An annoyed huff ejects from Robby’s nose. This is the bed he’s made, he supposes, and as much as he’d like to get to the good part, having Jack’s full attention isn’t a bad way to spend an afternoon. Robby grinds upward, reveling in the gentle nips Jack places, letting a calming fog overtake his mind. Nothing to think of but simple pleasure until…

“Jack!” Robby’s hands fly to the back of Jack’s head. Holding the neat curls in an iron grip as a moan rips through his throat and echoes off the walls.

Jack’s mouth is locked around Robby’s nipple, the soft cotton creating a thin layer between them. The tip of his tongue flicks at the bud as it perks under the attention.

Robby twists his fingers tighter in Jack’s hair, his head tilted back as he gasps. His hips roll forward, relishing in the pressure provided by the growing bulge trapped beneath Jack’s pants.

“So pretty,” Jack says once he pulls off. His efforts are shown by the soaked fabric, which now sports a deep blue on Robby’s chest compared to the pastel around it. “My wife is so pretty.”

Another moan breaks from Robby; he bucks up hard, but Jack ignores the wordless plea. Instead, he latches his mouth to Robby’s other nipple and sucks so hard Robby briefly worries he’ll tear a hole in the top.

Jack’s hands take their place around the slender dip in Robby’s waist and pin him to the mattress.

Robby whines and wiggles in his grip, but Jack is too strong. He holds Robby down easily and sets his own pace, humping against his crotch.

“Jack, hmm, Jack. Please. C’mon.”

Finally, Jack lifts his head, but doesn’t offer any reprieve from the rhythmic drag of his hips.

“What’s wrong?” Jack smiles. “I thought you wanted me to show my thanks.”

Robby doesn’t appreciate the twinkle catching Jack’s eye. Far too full of himself, especially when he should be distracted by seeing Robby in something so delicate. He grabs Jack’s tie and jerks it so hard he knocks Jack’s chin.

“If you can’t appreciate me properly, I’ll find someone who does.”

Jack’s eyes darken. The blazer emphasizes his broad shoulders as he rolls them like an animal watching its prey.

“No one,” he asserts. “Can appreciate you like I do.”

Blunt nails scrape claiming lines against the exposed skin framed by the frills of the camisole and the top of the panties. Robby arches against the touch, his fist clenching harder on the tie.

“Prove it.”

Jack presses a bruising kiss to Robby’s mouth; it’s just enough of a distraction to loosen his grip. When Jack pulls back, he rips Robby’s panties off and admires the way his leaking red cock drools across his stomach.

“Even your dick is pretty,” Jack says. He leans down, sucking the head in his mouth, cleaning it of any precum before straightening back up and hooking Robby’s ankle on his shoulder. Swirling his filthy tongue around Robby’s ankle and kissing his way down, paying special attention to the sensitive skin at the back of his knee. Robby lets his leg fall over Jack’s shoulder and uses his heel to encourage him further along.

Jack lets out a low hum from deep in his chest when he reaches the end. He cups Robby’s ass with both hands and uses his thumbs to part his cheeks. The cool air makes him twitch, and no matter how many times they do this, Robby always fidgets when he’s held open. Thankfully, Jack’s Will is stronger than his own, and he’s able to hold Robby exactly where he wants him, no matter how much he moves.

“Nice and clean,” Jack purrs, teasing the ring with the pad of his thumb. “Always so perfect for me.”

He licks a long, flat stripe over Robby’s hole.

Robby releases a sharp gasp. His toes curl against Jack’s suit jacket as he bears down on his tongue. “Jack, fuck. Ah—“

Jack uses the same practiced tricks he applied to Robby’s mouth. Slow and sloppily wet, mapping him from the inside out with languid licks that leave his mouth red and swollen. The dizzying trace of Jack’s tongue spurs on the tightening coil in Robby’s stomach. He grows hotter and hotter, arousal leaking onto the thatch of hair connecting his crotch to his belly button.

“Enough,” Robby pants, kicking Jack away. He grabs the lube off the bedside table and tosses it to Jack, who barely manages to catch it.

Jack throws his blazer to the side and rolls the cuffs of his sleeves to his elbows. Robby uses the time Jack takes to warm up the lube on his fingers to calm himself with a few deep breaths. The last thing he needs is to boost Jack’s ego by coming as soon as he gets a glimpse of a stretch. Robby’s own confidence blooms at the sight of Jack’s zipper straining as his hard dick begs to be released from its confines. He lifts himself up on his elbows.

“Excited?”

“Always.” He slips one finger in easily.

Robby bites his bottom lip and lets his head loll backwards.

Jack grins, “Feel good?”

“Don’t get mouthy.”

“Didn’t mind me being mouthy a minute ago.”

Robby scoffs. “Cute. We’ll see how big you feel when I don’t let you come.”

Jack’s shoulders droop. “But I’m being so good.”

“Talking back while I’m doing something nice for you isn’t ‘good.’” Robby falls back against the mattress. He ignores the cute pout that decorates Jack’s face and keeps his voice firm: “Do you deserve to come?”

Jack’s movements stall for a moment before he presses in a second finger and curls them in tandem. The motion sends a warm shock through Robby and is rewarded with a surprised moan. Jack leans down and kisses above the bow, resting on Robby’s chest. “I think you deserve for me to come. Filling you up exactly how you like, keeping me nice and warm inside you; don’t you want me to do that for you?”

He did. He really did. Robby pulls his knees back as far as he can. Jack presses another wet kiss to his chest before standing at his full height. He seems so much bigger than Robby at this angle, looming and broad in a way that makes Robby’s dick twitch. A small puddle of precum pools in the hair on his stomach as Jack stretches and curls his fingers to the exact spot that strings wanton moans from Robby’s throat.

Jack twists his wrist, slipping in a third finger. Robby’s beautiful gasp is too much to resist; Jack pecks butterfly-soft kisses up the length of Robby’s red cock and flicks his tongue to tease the tip. “I think you’re ready for me.”

Robby nods, unbalanced and desperate. “Now.”

Despite asking for it, Robby whines when Jack removes his fingers. He blinks out of his daze in time to catch Jack loosening his tie.

“No,” Robby rushes forward and retightens the knot. He looks up, making his eyes large and sweet in the exact way he knows makes Jack’s knees weak. “Everything else, but keep this.”

Jack’s hazel eyes are almost black. He nods shakily and unbuttons his shirt, leaving the tie in place. Robby pushes it to the side and kisses the handsome cavity that’s formed with the growing definition of Jack’s muscles. He sucks away the sweat on the pretty, freckled skin and appreciates the hard work Jack puts in at the gym by tracing light hands over his abdomen. Jack’s chest trembles with need when he drops his shirt to the floor.

Robby fixes his fingers at the base of the tie and lets it slip through his grip slowly as he moves back up the bed. The fabric flops lifelessly against Jack’s now bare chest. Robby hungrily absorbs the sight and makes himself comfortable on a pillow.

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

Jack shucks his pants and underwear with far less grace than his top, but it’s worth it to have his weight creating a wonderful barrier between Robby and the world. The tie drags along Robby’s chest, teasing between his bare chest and the frills lining his camisole.

He takes Jack’s chin in his hand, admiring his light freckles and cute crooked teeth. “I sure know how to pick ‘em.”

A shallow laugh is the only answer he gets before Jack dips his tongue back inside his mouth. Robby tangles his fingers in the ruined curls atop Jack’s head and lets his body relax under the pressure. Their bare cocks brush together in short, tantalizing movements.

“So pretty,” Jack murmurs between kisses. “So, so pretty.”

He tips to the side, bringing Robby with him. They’re tangled together on their sides, sharing wet, lazy kisses. One of Robby’s hands still in Jack’s curls, the other exploring the firm expanse of his strong back. Jack massages Robby’s ass, occasionally spreading him and dragging a finger over his hole to make it wink for him. Robby squirms under the attention, bare legs dragging over Jack’s. His feet are still covered by his fancy black socks and elastic garters. Robby wonders how similar his stockings feel to Jack on the nights he wears them. He giggles at the thought.

“What’s funny?” Jack smiles.

Robby forces a frown to his face. “Nothing’s funny. I asked my husband to fuck me ages ago, and he still hasn’t.”

Hot breath spreads across Robby’s chin when Jack groans. “I will, baby. How do you want it?”

Robby flips to his other side. “Stay close.” He pushes his back against Jack’s chest. The tie trapped between them.

“Of course.” After a quick kiss to Robby’s neck, Jack lubes himself up and lifts Robby’s top leg. “Ready?”

“Wait.” Robby reaches behind and drags the tie over his shoulder, holding it like a leash. He cranes his neck to meet Jack’s feverish face. “Now.”

No matter how many times they do this, the stretch Jack gives him always makes Robby’s mouth fall open, and his mind go white. He fills him so perfectly, try as he might, no toy could ever replicate the hot, pulsing fulfillment Jack gives him.

“I got you, baby.”

It doesn’t take long for Jack’s easing pace to turn into practiced thrusts. He hooks his hand under Robby’s knee and lifts, allowing himself to go deeper and jam against Robby’s prostate, rewarding him with broken moans of his name.

“I got you, I got you,” Jack repeats. The loop of the tie leaves a red mark in the back of his neck as Robby yanks it in time with each slam of his hips.

“Come on, Jack,” Robby pants, his knuckles white around the fabric. “Give it to me. Wanna feel it tomorrow.”

Jack drives forward. Bucking into Robby’s ass with the single-minded goal of leaving the imprint of himself inside. “Gonna feel me forever,” he mutters in the crook of Robby’s neck. “Not gonna be able to sit without thinking of me inside you.”

Robby’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, desperate. “Yeah, yeah,” he chants. “Please. Wanna feel you. Wanna have you deep inside always.” His words slur together in a pleasured babble. All he can think about is Jack. His strong frame, his thick pulsing cock, the way he plunges deeper inside Robby than should be possible. He claps the tie between his teeth and relishes in how it tugs at the corner of his mouth with each of Jack’s thrusts, releasing muffled lewd noises around the fabric.

Jack locks the hinge of Robby’s knee against the curve of his elbow and wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock. It’s leaking worse than a fountain onto their bed sheets, and small spurts splash the pale blue camisole.

“Come on, baby,” Jack encourages, letting the rhythm of his hips guide his pumping fist. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

Robby topples over the edge with an obscene cry that echoes off the walls. Jack works him through it, only stuttering slightly when Robby’s clenching hole puts stars in his eyes.

“Shit. So good. Just like that. Just like that.” Jack squeezes out the last of Robby’s release before his own orgasm waves over him. Fevered breaths huff in Robby’s ear as familiar hot fluid fills him to his limit. An unexpected final dribble of cum slides out of Robby at the feeling.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Jack agrees. A small laugh vibrates against Robby’s neck.

He releases the tie from his grip and flops forward onto his belly. He groans when Jack’s cock slips out slightly, which gets another laugh.

“I’m here,” Jack says, sliding back in. Robby felt strange the first time he told Jack about how much he enjoyed having him inside, even after he’d gone soft, but as always, Jack was kind and understanding, and thankfully, he enjoys the intimacy as much as Robby does. He presses him into the mattress using his full weight and litters kisses over Robby’s neck and jaw.

Robby knows he should get up and clean himself, or at least order Jack to do it. But he’s too content, squashed against the bed, as close as humanly possible to his boyfriend. Husband. It’s a nice thought.

“I love you,” he says.

A gentle, adoring kiss is placed on his cheek. “I love you too.”

lin4lool

THANK YOU♥️ it was so fun to collab with you!

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