Puppy Angel AKA Mr.Freak

HELLO! I'm Mr.Freak (He/Him) This is my one and only account for freaky writting. NO AI EVER!

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CARE - HUCKLERABBOT FF - FLUFF - 981 WRDS

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SOFT, FLUFF, RABBOT TAKING CARE OF DENNIS

The bedroom was quiet except for the steady hum of the air conditioner somewhere in the corner. A dark wooden headboard behind a body of pale gray sheets and twisted blankets, the bed looking comfortably occupied rather than made.

Dennis lay stretched across the mattress on his stomach with his face buried in a pillow. At some point the gray FFA hoodie he’d been wearing gathered halfway over his head, the fabric gathering awkwardly around his shoulders and neck while his arms remained inside the sleeves. The hoodie swallowed part of his blonde curls where it pressed against the pillow, leaving only the bridge of his sunburnt nose and a cheek visible.

It left his back exposed, the waistband of his blue plaid pajama shorts lay slightly lower. The fabric wrinkled from where he’d apparently collapsed onto the bed without much thought, less intentionally comfortable and more like he’d simply run out of energy halfway through getting settled.

Jack sat beside him near the center of the mattress, bent beneath him. He had changed out of his scrubs sometime after getting home, trading them for a dark zip up hoodie worn open over a black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. The sleeves had been shoved up his forearms, pale blue nitrile gloves stretched over his hands as he worked the arnica gel into the muscles of Dennis’s lower back. Its scent lingered in the air alongside clean laundry and faint coolness coming from a/c.

“Too hard?” Jack asked quietly.

“No, it’s good.” His answer came muffled through the pillow.

Jack hummed once and continued without breaking rhythm. His hands moved with the same precision he brought to procedures, thumbs working through the layers of muscle. Dennis had pulled something heavy out at the farm over the weekend. None of them were surprised when he’d done it. They were more surprised when he’d admitted it hurt afterward. Even then, it had only happened because Jack had caught him wincing while reaching for something on a high shelf in the kitchen.

Across the room, Robby stood near the window watching the last go the evening sunlight fade. He’d changed into a dark blue t-shirt and gray sweats, looking less like an attending physician and more like someone who had finally been allowed to relax in his home for a few hours. A hand rested loosely in his pocket while the other balanced a labatt blue tall boy against his thigh.

“You should’ve told one of us you were moving that tractor attachment by yourself.”

“It was just a bushing. I’ve done it a hundred times.” He shifted beneath Jack’s hands.

“It’s a two person job.” Robby added.

Jack's gloved fingers found a particularly sore area, causing him to wince immediately, his shoulders tightening with a hiss.

“My dad always said if you can’t fix something alone, you don’t deserve to own it.” Dennis said.

That finally pulled the older away from the window. He turned toward the bed with a softened expression despite the faint look of disbelief that crossed his face.

“Your father is a stubborn man,” he said as he crossed the room. “Who raised a stubborn son.”

The usual bite behind the observation wasn’t there. The mattress gave beneath Robby’s weight when he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. Dennis felt the movement through the springs before he felt the light touch of his hand settling around his ankle.

“The point isn’t about deserving,” he continued. “It’s about not being an idiot.”

Dennis shifted, turning his head on the pillow.

“We want you safe.” Jack’s hands moved in their slow work across the younger’s lower back, Robby’s thumb traced absent circles against the bone of his ankle. The air conditioner kicked on harder overhead as the last traces of sunset disappeared completely.

Eventually he shifted enough to turn his head against the pillow, his head peeking out from beneath the tangled hoodie fabric.

“I know.”

Jack’s hands stilled for a moment on the small of his back. The quiet room deepened, the only sound was the soft exhale of the a/c. He leaned forward, his shadow falling across Dennis’s form. Without a word, he pressed his lips to the warm, taut skin where his neck met his shoulder. Jack pulled back just as quickly and resumed working the gel into his back as though nothing had happened. If anything, his movements became more focused afterward.

“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” he said. “But it should be better than today.”

Dennis buried his face in the pillow, letting the soft fabric ground him. It was Robby that broke the quietness, his voice a low, dry comment from the edge of the bed.

“He’s right, you know. About the soreness. You’ll need to take it easy on shift tomorrow.”

He nodded, the cotton brushing against his cheek as a faint laugh escaped him at the idea of taking it easy. They all knew how unlikely that was at PTMC.

The sound earned a small smile from the older men as they cared for him. Dennis huffed another quiet laugh and shifted enough to free one arm from near his head. Without looking, he reached backward until his fingers brushed against Robby’s knee, finding the beer can resting loosely in his hand.

He didn’t protest, simply lifted it enough for him to steal a quick sip before taking it back. The taste was bitter and cold. He made a face against the pillow that neither of them could see, which only earned an amused snort from Jack.

Their conversation wandered after that, drifting from pulled and sore muscles to plans for the coming weekend if all three of them managed to get the same day off. The room settled around them again, warm and familiar with a quiet that only came from being in each other’s company.

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thank you for indulging in some soft hucklerabbot fluff 🫶🏻.

[helvyeah1]

robby gives whitaker his new doctor ID badge (and something else)

[mysecretfreaky]

Hucklerabbot Puppyplay + Spanking

The two attendees returned home to their shared apartment after quickly going to the store to pick up some things. They tried to sway Dennis into joining them; the two loved to take their boy out and spoil him by buying him whatever treats he wanted, but he declined the offer, stating that he had some important school stuff to finish. Robby and Jack prided themselves on being, first and foremost, responsible, so they left their pretty-boy home alone, fully believing the only thing he would get up to was studying.

As they walked into the front door, they grew uncomfortable with the silence and the lack of Dennis sitting on their couch. The younger typically likes to work on the couch as the two older men would walk by the living room on their way to the kitchen or bathroom, leaving him vulnerable to small kisses on the top of his head or short squeezes on his shoulders. It was the small domestic physical touch that made him feel desired and owned even when they weren't engaging in a BDSM scene. Where they noticed a lack of Dennis, they also noticed the lack of noise. Typically, if Dennis was in their shared room, he would run down to greet the two when they came home.

Curious about their boys' whereabouts, the two put the groceries on the counter and moved upstairs. Jack reached the top of the steps and placed one hand on Robby's shoulder and the other over his pursed lips, motioning for him to stay quiet. He could hear Dennis.

"Ah, Ah Masterrr... harder...m'close..."

The sound was muffled by the walls between them, but the two knew exactly what was happening in their bedroom. The creaking noises and the loud buzzing didn't help to hide it either. Dennis was breaking one of their rules.

Jack grinned towards his boyfriend and pulled him in close to him. He always got excited seeing his older lover getting flustered at their younger sub. Part of Jack's fun came from embarrassing Robby over his infatuation with Dennis and the way the whole dynamic caused him to grow achingly hard in his briefs.

"Hear that, master?” He teased, “Sounds like our boy wants some rough love tonight, huh?" He angled Robby's head in such a way that he was forced to make eye contact with him. Robby looked pitiful. Eyes hazy and unfocused, Jack could see the blood flow leaving his brain and filling up his cock in a matter of seconds and knew he had to help him perform his typical role of inflicting punishment tonight. His boyfriend was too soft sometimes.

"C'mon, big guy, our puppy needs a firm hand, and it most certainly isn't going to be me who gives it to him. That's your job, right, baby?" Robby whimpers at the pet name. Within the two's dynamic, Jack was always the more dominant. He was a constant flirt, and it drove Robby wild. He wanted so badly to be brought over Jack's knee himself, but he knew that he had to deal with their sweet boy first; the poor thing was practically begging to be put in his place.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand and guided him to their shared bedroom. They cracked the door open and were greeted by uncontained, wanton moans of pleasure and frustration. Dennis was fully naked and straddling one of the large pillows they put against the backboard. His back was facing the door, giving the two a perfect view of his ass as he desperately bounced himself and his T-dick down against the pillow beneath him. The buzzing noise grew muffled with each bounce. Dennis had taken a vibrator and put it under the pillow he was humping.

"More...mmphh...more pluh-please." He seemed weak from his attempts to bring himself to ecstasy. Of course, his two doms had spent months conditioning him to only be able to cum from their skilled and controlled hands, making his display even more pitiful. No wonder he seemed so whiny and upset; he couldn't cum by himself anymore. He needed a sir and master to make him cum, but forgot one of their most important rules: never touch yourself alone. Jack and Robby both knew that this bratty behavior was a call for help. Dennis wanted to feel grounded and didn't know how to properly ask, so he was reverting to bad behavior that he knew would give him the sweet, sweet punishments he craved. And how could his devoted owners ever deny him that?

"Oh, look what we have here, Mikey. Looks like our poor puppy got too impatient to wait for us to come home before he touched himself."

"You shouldn't have done that, Dennis. You know the rules. I have to punish you now, baby."

Dennis flopped onto his back in surprise; he hadn't heard the two come into the shared room. He looked up in a pleading way at Robby, making his eyes as big and wide and as sad as he could, begging Robby for help and release. Dennis knew that if either of his boyfriends was to break the scene first and just give him what he wanted, it would be Robby.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that, baby. I know what you are doing. You can't help but be naughty, huh? You're trying to look all cute and wiggle your way out of a punishment. That's mean, y'know, taking advantage of master's kindness...I know my darling boy would NEVER do that on purpose, right? It's just another honest mistake. But you still need to take your punishment if you want to get your release tonight. Does that sound good, my love?"

Dennis looked up at Jack with admiration and nodded before moving to gently kiss him on the lips, before sticking his tongue in the older man's mouth. The kiss was sloppy and full of breathy moans as a result of the younger's pent-up energy.

Robby moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He whistled once, getting the attention of their puppy boy.

"C'mere Dennis. Be a good boy and lie across my lap."

Dennis looked to Sir, who gave him a nod of encouragement and helped him get situated over Robby's lap.

"Good boy puppy, listen to Master now. He's trying to help you learn how to be a good boy, baby. So just listen and be sweet to him."

Jack moved to sit behind Robby and gently stroked himself at the sight of their beautiful boyfriend, completely naked, plump ass on full display, dick peeking out of his wet pussy. He was perfect.

Robby gently ran his hand through the wet folds, his fingers quickly finding his swollen clit and stroking it in little circles, drawing out a string of moans from the boy. His legs were already shaking with the sensation.

"Now, puppy, you know how much Sir and I hate having to punish you, so we'll make this quick, yeah? I'm gonna give you 12 spanks. The first 10 for touching yourself without our permission, and the other 2 for you trying to get out of your punishment with your puppy eyes, okay?

Dennis hummed. He knew that there was no point in trying to argue with the two or negotiate over the number of strikes he received. He did, after all, deserve this. He did disobey the rules, and he knew it was wrong (and he knew he could get caught). Accepting his fate, he exhaled a shuddering breath, still worked up over Robby's thick and calloused fingers massaging his sensitive tip.

"Okay, Master. I'll be good, I'll take it so well, I promise. I can be good again."

"I know you can, baby. Just be sweet and lie there for me."

The first five landed on his lower thighs, two on his right thigh and three on his left. Each one sent a little shiver up his legs and through his core. It felt warm and stingy. Grounding. The next five were placed on his left and right cheeks, respectively. Master was going harder now with his slaps, but Dennis was confident he could handle the last three. The eleventh slap was loud, hard, and strangely wet.

“AH…Master, that hurts.” Dennis was shaking. Robby had hit him right on his pussy. A line of slick connected his fingers to his wet cunt that he was abusing. 

“Shhhh shhhh, Denny.” Jack soothed from somewhere else in the room out of Dennis’s line of vision. “It's okay, my darling; it's meant to hurt. Only two more and then you will be done, sweetheart. Then your master and I will help you cum.” 

“I don't know if I can last…” Dennis put his head down in shame at the confession. He found himself incredibly aroused at his domineering Master smacking his quivering pussy. Couldn't help it. 

“You can do it, Dennis. No excuses. You only have two more. I’ll do them nice and quick so we can help you sooner.” His Master was notably not giving in to Dennis’s pity tactics the way he usually did. Behind Robby, Jack smiled and appreciated how his boyfriend had been following his orders well and was being rough with Dennis. 

The last two slaps came quickly, just as Master had said. Each one ripped out loud, guttural moans from the shaking boy below. The moment Robby was done with the punishment, Jack moved into Dennis's field of vision and manhandled him to the center of the bed. He placed a pillow under his hips. 

“Robby, go up there and kiss him and love him up, now.” Jack's instructions left no room for questioning. He took rewards just as seriously as punishments. Robby moved up the bed and positioned himself to kiss his younger boyfriend and stroke his back at the same time. Behind him, Jack placed light kisses all over Dennis’s thighs and ass, trying to soothe the red skin which had been irritated by Master's harsh punishment. 

“Oh, puppy, you did so well for us. Beyond my wildest imagination, you always take your punishments so well and act so sweet for us afterwards, don't you? Yeah, yeah, I know. You are all pent up here, huh? Your cunt is so hot and sticky, baby. You just needed your doms to come home and give you all the attention. Well, you have it now, baby. I’m gonna help relieve this poor achy feeling, darling.” 

Without any other warning Jack licked over Dennis’s pulsing pussy, dipping his tongue in and out of his sensitive walls and circling his tongue over his throbbing dick. 

“Mmpphh-Master…it's hot…it's so good…I won't last. Sir, slow down! S’too much!”

Too preoccupied with driving Dennis to the edge, Robby soothed Dennis with a deep kiss and gentle shoulder rubs. “It's okay, my love, Sir, and I want you to cum now. We want to see how cute you are when you are totally fucked out. Just let go and let us take care of you. I know you can do it, my pretty boy. I saw how wet you were earlier just from a few love taps on your cock, my poor desperate pup.” 

With a few more rough sucks on his clit and two fingers deep inside his pussy massaging his walls, Dennis came all over Jack's face, panting and huffing master and Sir's name as he came down from his orgasm. His thighs clenched around Jack's head in a vice-like grip; he hesitated to let the man move away from his heat. Tears formed in his eyes; he was overwhelmed by the sensations and vulnerability of the scene. Jack moved up to cradle his head against his chest and kiss his tears away. He stroked Robby's hair as well, his older boyfriend being equally emotional at the vulnerability he displayed. 

“Hmmmm, my good boys, just rest now, you two…I’ll clean you both up. I’m so proud.”

Okay, dare I say...this is my best work yet...?

NOTE: I had to reupload this bc I made a few spelling mistakes, and it was bothering me.

[mysecretfreaky]

Hucklerabbot puppy play + degradation...

Dennis, who gets all whiny and squirmy at humping Jack or Robby's thighs...Poor, stupid pup gets so riled up at the slightest bit of attention from his boyfriends. They know how desperate their boy can get, especially if the two of them don't have time to properly fuck him and stuff his needy pussy. That's when they place Dennis on one of their thighs and hold his hips and help him grind his T-dick against their muscular legs. Dennis is always such a good and obedient boy; it's only fair that he be treated as such by his owners.

Sometimes, though, the friction alone isn't enough for their good boy to get off on... sometimes they purposefully misguide his grinding and ruin his orgasm.

"Oh no...my poor, poor puppy-boy, did I just ruin your orgasm, baby...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! You know that Jack and I only wanna help you, honey. Here, let's try again."

Robby will kiss Dennis all over his face and start guiding his hips again, Dennis blindly trusts that his two boyfriends would never sadistically ruin his orgasm by messing with him, so the cycle continues. Dennis keeps grinding his aching pussy against Robby's thigh and whimpers at the attention his older boyfriends shower him with, all while trying to ignore how difficult it is to get off while Jack and Robby are constantly changing the pace.

BTW if you are my irl friend reading this...don't judge me. I promise I'm NORMAL!

[mysecretfreaky]

Robby Premature Ejaculation... STAY WITH ME

Robby is a sexually experienced man. He has slept with dozens of men and women, and while he doesn't brag about his escapades, he doesn't shy away from the fact that he gets stellar reviews from his partners. As he got older, he prided himself on his ability to maintain his erection and his ability to last long enough for his lovers to reach their climax while still being wrapped around his pulsing cock. This sexual streak of Robby's lasting hard-ons only ended due to the influence of a certain student doctor...

The two had been "casually" meeting each other for "meetings" for about two months now under the guise of discussing Whitaker's medical career and areas to improve upon in his residency at the ER. During these "meetings," the two spent more time inappropriately divulging into their personal lives than would be acceptable under the premise on which they met. Robby often found his eyes wandering to Dennis's hands, his legs, the way he crossed them, the way he would avert his gaze when Robby held eye contact too long, how he would squirm in his seat when his praise got too intense or specific, the way he could chuckle nervously and flash a smile at the older man when he brought them over drinks. Fuck. He was completely enamoured with him.

“Yeahh, I guess I never actually had a proper partner actually..." Dennis's voice trailed off at the end of the declaration; he seemed to realize halfway through his statement that the topic was a little too personal to be discussing with his 50-year-old attending. His boss. Not that their conversations never went there. They would frequently discuss Robby's dating life, the women he would see, the men he would hook up with, but Dennis was always happier to listen to the more experienced man tell stories than focus on his own pitiful dating history.

"Oh, c'mon, kid, that can't be true." In a half-drunken haze, Robby moved his hand to cover Dennis's. He observed how the younger one's confidence had been faltering at his own statement. It pained him to see the pretty boy get so flustered and shy by his own admission. A little squeak chirped out of the younger at the feeling of Robby's warm hand enveloping him. Robby's large, calloused hands slid against Dennis's, providing a soothing sensation, as if he were comforting the younger.

"A pretty little thing like you...you must have all kinds of girls trying to get your number." Dennis's face turned red.

"Not girls..." he stammered.

Robby adjusted his body to turn towards the blonde, and his legs moved to touch the younger man's. He squeezed his hand lightly, drawing the shy man's gaze to his.

"You get a lot of guys then?" Robby raises his eyebrows as he questions him.

"No. Yes? Well...sometimes they talk to me, but I kind of only have my eye on one guy at the moment." He moves closer to Robby at this admission, his seemingly shy persona dropping as his legs move to become entangled with Robby's. "...but I don't think he could like me back... he's kind of my boss and I'm way too inexperienced for him to even look my way," Robby observes the boy cringe at his own admission. He looks at him with big, pleading puppy eyes, as if he is unsure if Robby understood he was admitting his crush was on him. He began fidgeting with his hands, playing with the zipper on his sweatshirt. Poor thing. He was so nervous.

Robby wanted to take a picture of this moment and save it forever. He had Dennis right where he wanted him, bashful in front of him, legs touching, the younger shaking in anticipation (most likely anticipating rejection), his soft whimpers at the older's silence… it was more addicting than any alcohol they had drunk together at these "meetings". It was then that he realized how hard he was. His jeans were strangling his cock in his pants. He was completely mesmerized by the student doctor in front of him.

Robby didn't know how long it had been since the boy's admission; he was too focused on his cute expressions and growing boner to respond. The younger boy grew so anxious that he started to move his legs away from Robby's, a physical display of his acceptance of his seemingly silent rejection, only for Robby to grab the boy's thigh with his hand. Dennis moved his head to look back at Robby and was forcefully pulled into a heated kiss.

Robby immediately felt the younger move his hands to find Robby's chest, looking for something to ground him in reality as he panted into his attending's mouth. Short gasps and whines filled the booth they sat at in the bar. Dennis was getting more and more eager. He couldn't help the noises that Robby was drawing out of him.

Realizing that he probably shouldn't fuck Dennis in this seedy bar, Robby grasped the boy's hair and pulled him out of the kiss in a gentle yet firm establishment of authority and dominance. Dennis looked at him, my eyes half closed, mouth wide open, and panting, tears forming in his eyes. His poor boy. His sweet Dennis. So wound up for God knows how long. He was finally getting the attention he deserved, and Robby just pulled it away from him. One look into his hazy blue eyes, and Robby knew that Dennis wasn't thinking straight. He didn't have the rationale that Robby had. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to get hot and heavy in the bar.

"Dennis...baby...why don't we go to my car hmmm? Maybe we can continue this discussion about your little crush there?" Dennis weakly nodded before spacely placing a hand on Robby's erection through his pants.

"Did I make that happen, Dr.Robby? Is this because of me?" He gave the attending the same pleading puppy dog look he gave him earlier at his initial confession. Shit, Robby could feel himself getting close to his climax at just Dennis's hand touching his clothes cock. He was screwed.

He stood up quickly and picked up Dennis, rambling to the onlookers that the silly boy had drunk too much, and that was why he looked so vulnerable and out of it. He felt Dennis cling to him like a koala. His arms were wrapped around his neck, and he hid his head between his chest and neck. He was seemingly embarrassed at Robby having picked Dennis up as if he weighed nothing. Cute

He put Dennis in the backseat of his car before climbing in himself and shutting the door behind them. Almost instantly, he was undoing his belt and taking out his leaking dick.

"Okay, baby...how about you take off your shirt and pants. Can you be a good boy for me and follow directions?"

Dennis nodded eagerly, excited to please his boss. He threw his sweatshirt off and ripped off his t-shirt before moving to undo his sweatpants. As he pulled them down, Robby couldn't help but notice the wet patch on his underwear. The garment clung to the outline of his pussy, he was so wet it looked like a second skin over his needy hole. At least Robby wasn't the only excited one here.

Robby was stroking himself at Dennis's striptease; he could already feel himself getting closer to the edge. Fuck. It shouldn't be a problem, though, as long as he focused on just pleasing Dennis and stopped stroking himself, he would be able to last until he could get inside the tight wet heat that lay before him.

Dennis had other plans, though. He shuffled to Robby and started to make out with him again, rambling through the kisses and gasps for air about how excited he was and how he needed Robby to be inside of him NOW. Robby couldn't believe this was happening. His perfect, beautiful, handsome, adorable student-doctor was begging him to fuck him properly. He was a blushing, whining mess in his grasp, all pliant and sweet for him, and he hadn't even really touched him, yet the boy seemed like he was one clit rub away from being pushed over the edge.

Dennis broke the kiss and, without warning, took Robby's dick in hand and started to stroke it. He looked down at the length before looking back up at Robby. He smiled at him earnestly with adoration. It looked like...love. Dennis brushed his thumb up against the tip of the attendings cock, gathering the precome and slipping it into his mouth.

"Robby..." He gasped, moving to kiss the older man's neck. “You taste so good. I want you. I've wanted you for so long. I'm ready for you to take me. God, I've been waiting for you to fuck me ever since my first day there. I wanted you to eat me alive. I wanted you to take me to an empty room and use me, unload into me, and go back to work. I just wanted to be your doctor. All yours." That did it.

Robby was coming in long spurts all over Dennis's hand. He moaned loudly at the way Dennis stoked him through his orgasm, the pace and grip didn't let up until his overworked cock was flaccid and stupidly fucking into his fist.

"Dennis..." he gasped, "mmmm so sorry baby...mmm so sorry. I can't believe..y-you just made me...I've never come that fast before, sweetheart. I'm so embarrassed. Y-you were looking so fucking hot and saying such dirty things, I don't know what is wrong with m-"

Dennis shut up Robby's rambling with a deep kiss, their tongues slowly circling one another. Robby accepted the sweet gesture and moved his hands up to cup the blonde's face. He tasted sweet. He could get used to kissing him.

Dennis moved back from the kiss and looked up at Robby with those puppy dog eyes again, so earnest and gentle...

"You think I'm hot Dr.Robby? Really?"

Robby could feel the blood rushing to fill his cock again.

YOUR WELCOME EVERYONE

[mysecretfreaky]

Sleepy morning sex Dennis X Abbot...Walk with me, twins

WARNING: THIS IS ALL NSFW (a little bit of fluff), please read at your own discretion.

Imagine Jack, who, after a long day of covering up his true emotions and frustrations with both patients and staff, comes home in the morning to Dennis sprawled out in his bed wearing a pair of worn boxers and one of Jack's old T-shirts.

Jack walks into his room and sets down his backpack before quickly removing his prosthetic and stripping down to his underwear. As he sits down on the bed, he leans over Dennis's sleeping figure and puts his face against his boy's neck before taking a deep breath in. He is overcome with a wave of calm at his lover's scent. His body lets out a shuddering exhale, and he can't help but feel his member stiffen at the smell alone. Fuck he felt so pathetic getting a hard-on just from Dennis's smell alone. He couldn't help it, though, not when his darling boy was wearing his shirt in his bed, with his scent being left on all of his belongings. There was something so intimate about the entire scene. So sickeningly domestic, Jack felt like a pervert for getting off on it.

He moved to stroke Denniss' cheek in an attempt to wake the sleeping beauty. He peppered soft kisses on his nape and nestled into his hair, whispering softly to the boy, begging him to wake up. With a weak sign and little groans of confusion, Dennis shifted onto his back and opened his eyes to meet Jack's.

Jack...is that you? He rubbed his eye with one hand while the other moved to comb through the silver fox's curls.

Yeah, baby boy... It's me. Fuck, Denny, you smell so good, love..." he leaned down again to trap Dennis in a passionate kiss, his boner rubbed against Dennis's ass through his boxers. A sharp gasp squeaked past his lips at the feeling of the hot girth desperately grinding against him.

"Sir..." Dennis looked at Jack with glassy eyes, a poor, desperate thing, who already looked completely fucked out.

Jack couldn't help but grin at the use of the title. "Oh, do you want me to be sir this morning, baby? I can be sir for you, my love." The gentle acceptance of the title juxtaposed with his harsh grinding against his ass, was driving Dennis crazy. He could feel his boxers becoming wet, with the slick of his own aching sex as well as the precome leaking onto his underwear from the other side.

"Just lie back, baby, and let Sir take care of you, yeah? It was so rude of me to wake you up from your sleep when you looked so peaceful. The least I can do is take care of you, isn't that right, sweetheart?"Jack's words were dripping with condescension, just the way Dennis liked. The blond began to squirm at Jack's words and moved his own hips to grind his sex against Jack's.

"Oh, you poor silly boy, we have to take off your underwear if you want me to be able to fuck you properly..." Dennis whined loudly at this. He couldn't take the degrading tone that Sir was using with him.

"Sorry, Sir...Can you please take them off and take care of me now...please? I've been waiting all night for you to come home. I missed you, Sir." Right as Dennis was explaining this to Jack, he pulled off the man's underwear and placed the tip of his cock against his leaking entrance. He gently rubbed over the hole, teasing his lover. As Jack did this, he looked down at Dennis and grinned at him. Maybe it was sadistic of him, but he couldn't help but smile as he saw the agonizing need on Dennis's face. Hands moved to cover his own mouth in embarrassment at the quiet moans and gasps he made at the rubbing sensation, and his eyes were pressed shut to avoid making eye contact with the older man who was causing both his intense pleasure and fraught longing for more.

This was my first time every writting anything and posting it on here. I didn't spell check anything,g so it's all messed up. I'm so sorry; it's mostly just meant to be an unfinished drabble anyway. I hope you freaks enjoy, and if anyone wants a part 2, LMK!