i do think in the hollander-rozanov household, ilya does the majority of the cooking. you can tell in canon he loves to act of service shane and make him breakfast/protein shake/ special dinner etc.
but i do think that ilya is also the dishwasher. he’s touching all the gross chunks in the dirty water so shane doesn’t have to. and wiping the counters and emptying the dishwasher.
but i also think that ilya is the designated grocery shopper. he likes to go after practices and go to the hot bar for lunch, and then bring home everything for their meal plan dinner. shane goes directly home from the practice rink to do his cool down recovery routine while ilya is shopping
and then it’s 6 months into their marriage and living together full time, and shane realizes he hasn’t set foot in the kitchen since they got married. hasn’t touched a dish, done any of the chores
and then he has to have a conversation with ilya about how he doesn’t need to do all of the housework- shane is a grown adult and can do the dishes when ilya cooks.
but of course ilya has reservations because he still has trauma from his dad- feeling like he needs to prove his love and worth or else the other person will resent him. but you know me, i am lazy so
i don’t know that side of you at all hollander cooks and cleans one night and forces ilya to sit down every time he tries to help. he makes ilya go into the family room and stay away. when dinner’s ready shane finds ilya on the couch asleep, and tears up a little with love for him. his little trauma ridden boy who he loves so much and wants to care for but doesn’t always know how to
conversely to that image of ilya being asked what it’s like being married to a faggot (very awesome), shane is asked what it’s like to be married to a manwhore, to which he responds with a picture of ilya he’s taken on their honeymoon, hot pink drink with an umbrella in his hand, sun-kissed skin and fluffy hair, floral shirt unbuttoned, sweaty six pack peeking through, short short shorts riding up his massive thighs, and he’s sprawled on a sunbed not giving a single shit about anything except for the man taking the picture (what do you think? 😍👍)
I maintain that one of the reasons Shane is so fast is that, when he was a child, he never wanted to leave the rink after practice ended, to the degree that he regularly had to be literally dragged away or carried off the ice. Unfortunately for him, a four year old is pretty easy to physically overpower. His one advantage was that, before his parents or his coach could get him off the ice, they first had to catch him.
Shane asks Ilya if he can top him once and Ilya is like sure kotenok but you won't even last a minute. So Shane gets so determined and prepared and keeps fucking Ilya and edging him for hours until Ilya is just made of whimpers and speaks only russian now and when he starts crying Shane just cannot take it anymore and comes so hard he can see stars then he says "come for me Rozanov" and Ilya just comes crying and never lets Shane top him again.
Shane Hollander post coming out mic'd up slinging the most cutting, vicious, objectively true comments about his opponents' play styles and hockey prowess, always delivered in his most serious deadpan captain voice that betrays zero personal attachment to the results of whatever scathing advice he's giving out. He never uses players' names either, just numbers. It drives the rest of the league fucking insane.
Some examples of Shane chirps that cause full-on brawls while he skates cleanly away to go chug designer electrolyte saline solution by the bench with his delighted husband:
"Hey Number 56 if you practiced your footwork more you could catch up to me and look me in the eye while calling me slurs"
"Hey 34 your team might have a shot at winning something next year without you so if you want to be a real team player then consider quitting"
"Hey bud, ice is pretty slippery and hurts to fall on so maybe consider learning how to skate before getting on the rink next time"
"Hey 23 I know you'll always be one behind me but you could try a little harder not to take that literally every time we play"
And Ilya's personal all-time favorite that has him giggling and kicking his feet for weeks:
"I'd love to disrupt my usual style and throw something at you that's not objectively true, but all the best chirps already are so I'm out of good options :/"
Shane was actually not prepared for how different travelling with the centaurs are. Sure, he expected it to be nicer, having Ilya at his side. Basically he thought, he would just stick to watching movies, maybe read a few pages, and taking perfectly timed naps to prevent a jet lag, just that maybe now he could rest his head on Ilyas shoulder. Well. He might never know peace again.
He is now regular part of the little card playing group, playing one or two rounds of poker or asshole at the beginning of their flight. They are laughing and trashtalking and Shane's pleasently suprised he's not getting thrown out the group for ripping the others off with his stone hard poker face.
Shane accidentally started a book club that now semi-regularly holds meetings in their airplane to discuss hockey books, a tradtion that started when Luca asked Shane what he was reading and then proceeded to buy the books as well, which caused a handful more team members to follow suit.
But his favourite thing to do is talking shop with Ilya. Both off them sticking their heads together over their ipad, going though game tape, discussing strategies, examine plays with a level of perspicacity reserved just for them. Often they sit together with Bood and Troy, so they all can exchange their experiences with different opponents, examine weaknesses and strengths & Shane finds so much calm and joy in being part of a group of like-minded people, talking like equals, like a real team, not having to carry the burden of being the head of the team alone.
Shane doesn't get to watch as many movies alone and in peace anymore as before but he wouldn't change it for the world.
ilya is awake in the middle of the night and he’s just lying there in the bed, a hand behind his head, the other resting in his stomach and staring at the ceiling when he hears shane asking almost whispering still sleepy and very softly “ilya why you’re so far from me?” and ilya almost burst with the amount of love and cuteness aggression he’s feeling and right away goes snuggles with his husband “oh my baby, i’m sorry” he cooed “i’m here now. let’s go back to sleep” as he pull shane into his arms and burying his face into shane’s hair and smiling while he listen shane letting out tiny pleasure sounds and not long after that with his husband very soft and warm in his arms he finally drifts to sleep
it's one of the first practices of the season and the centaurs have already played three games without a single loss and shane is still trying to get used to the team, he can only really talk comfortably with bood and wyatt even though he’s already met the other guys at other gatherings, the rookies idolizes him and just won’t leave him alone, so he knows at least some of them likes him. he’s standing behind ilya and they’re whispering to each other as usual while wiebe is giving instructions and explaining strategies for tomorrow’s game and when he mentions the team they’re going to play against, shane chirps the team but it comes out louder than he expected and everyone on the rink snap their heads towards at him and shane’s heart sinks cus the montreal metros didn’t like it when he made chirps, especially ones that boasted about his own talent like he just did. and now he worries the guys will think he’s an arrogant prick, but after a few seconds of silence the whole team bursts out laughing and the guys start commenting “holls got jokes” “i didn’t know you were funny, holls” and “roz, so you’re the boring one of the two then” and “where has hollander been hiding those?” and shane breathes a huge sigh of relief while ilya, standing in front of him, wears the biggest proudest smile on his face.
the communications team takes the ottawa centaurs to a baseball field to make a funny video for the fans showing if they’re good at any sports other than hockey. and all of them try to play, pitching and catching and hitting (i have no idea how to play this game im not from a country where this is popular so im just inspired by the hockey teams videos i saw on tiktok) and it’s a mess for most of them, they’re clearly hockey players who have never held a baseball in their lives. but then shane and ilya step up and just do everything perfectly, like they’ve been playing their whole lives and the final half of the video ends up being just them going against each other to see who can throw faster, who can hit farther, who can catch more accurately. of course they’re ridiculously competitive about it and the rest of the centaurs is just standing there watching like “okay we get it you’re both freaks”. and people on the internet get so annoyed (affectionately) “wtf why can they play everything?” and “are they even human?” and “of course they’re good at this too, of course”
Guys Ilya and Shane doing their little opposite sitting on the couch, maybe at home in Ottawa or at the cottage one year- toes playing with each other, pulsing against each other while they have phone scrolling time. Eventually Ilya drops his phone to his chest and sighs and pouts at Shane, another big loud sigh before Shane is looking up from his phone like 🤨 what. Ilya is like I need a kiss now please. And Shane is like hmm but you’re very far away. And Ilya is like pleaseeee. And Shane is huffing, rolling his eyes. “If you want a kiss, come here then” Shane says, then goes back to scrolling. Ilya whines but then he’s moving to crawl up Shane’s body, complaining and whining that Shane doesn’t love him, he won’t give him kisses it’s been days, years since they kissed and then when he’s shoving his face at Shane’s cheek, Shane turns his head, catches his face in both hands and catches him in a hot wet kiss, licking into his mouth, hearing Ilya hum happily
Jack and Dennis holding Robby while he has a panic attack. He’d lost a patient that had been there for a couple of days and for some reason this one hit harder than usual. He was now sitting in an empty room, Jack and Dennis on either side of him.
They’d done this song and dance too many times to count, Dennis and Jack, but they’d always sit here, just making sure he was okay until he came down. Until things were better, not so loud.
A hand brushes over Robby’s neck and he lets out a gasp, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Jack looks at Dennis quietly before looking at Robby again, “It’s okay man… just breathe through it.” He whispers softly, the hand in Robby’s neck moves to his back, “Doing so good.”
Robby feels like lightning shoots down his spine over those words but he doesn’t look up, his mind still all foggy and one sighted.
“Dr Robby… what’s in the head? You gotta talk to us.”
Robby shakes his head, his body curling forward slightly, god his body hurthis heart was racing, it won’t stop!
“Dr Robby… it’s gonna be okay.. just try to breathe… it’ll get better. It always gets better.” Dennis’ hand rests over Abbots on Robby’s back.
Robby can barely hear him, but he does open his eyes, glancing between the two men quietly, he tries a breath but it’s shaky and shallow. He squeezes his eyes shut nervously, “I’m fine… you guys don’t have to stay.”
“You’re right we don’t have to, but we want to be here man.” Abbot whispers, “What’s gonna help you right now?” He asks softly.
Eventually he calms down, his heart slowing, his body not so stiff and terrified. He takes a deep breath and finally sits up properly, he runs a hand over his face, “I’m fine.”
(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.
When Dennis joins their relationship, one of the things he discloses to Robby and Jack is that he age regresses. He tells them that he regresses involuntarily, most often when he becomes overwhelmed with happy emotions but occasionally as a vehicle to relieve stress. He can regress to as young as an infantile mindset, during which he will be utterly reliant on their assistance as his caregivers. If they're up for it, that is.
"That sounds so fuckin' cute, baby. When can we start?" Jack asks. He has a thousand enthusiastic questions for Dennis, and is clearly captivated by the concept of age regression.
Robby, in comparison, nods along in silence. He is equally as interested in Dennis' description of his regression, how it feels and where his mind goes, but for a different purpose. So it has a name, he thinks dully. Glancing at Jack's grin, he thinks, And you would have supported me.
It's too late now. This is Dennis' thing, and he's probably far too old for it anyway. So he smiles and tells Dennis that of course he wants to be his caregiver, while he resigns himself to his jealousy, which, now that it exists, is unlikely to lessen anytime soon.
