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young-ish rabbot arguing flirtatiously
“You and me. My place. Tonight.”
Robby shrugs, knowing full well he’d go wherever Jack called him, but enjoying how desperate the other man seemed to be. “Oh I don’t know, Jack. I might have plans.”
“You do,” he nods, sauntering closer so Robby has nowhere to go but straight to him. “With me. At my place. Tonight.”
Robby is poking at the food on his plate listlessly with his fork. Dennis' encouragement —"Just have a few mouthfuls, please. I know you can do it"—is kind but it makes him feel like shit. He can't do it. He's having a hard day with food.
By the time Dennis relents, Robby is in tears. He flops down on the couch with a big, shuddering sigh. Hunger claws at his belly and guilt swirls around his mind.
The first hint of peace comes, however, when he smells the sweet scent of warm milk. He peeks out from behind the cushion just in time to see Dennis approaching, carrying a bottle. "Hey," he says. "Scoot over and you can sit over my lap. I'll feed you."
Somehow it's easier to eat when all he has to do is suckle from a bottle. It's even easier when Dennis is feeding it to him. He shuts his eyes and lets his lips catch around the plastic nipple, then sighs in relief once the first drop of milk is drawn out. For the first time all day, he finally feels at peace.
It's owed entirely, he knows, to Dennis. More than the milk, it is his gentleness that helps Robby's mind drift. "Good boy," he whispers. "Oh, what a good boy. Drinking your milk so well. You're going to get big and strong. I'm so proud of you."
Robby falls asleep in his arms, full and satisfied.
Thinking about Robby, who sheds his romantic partners deciduously, but comes back to Abbot over and over again. He gravitates towards him every time life gets hard. Maybe he hibernates with Abbot, sleeping in his bed while he works the night shift, eating his food, watching his tv shows. And Abbot can't even complain because it's just proof that Robby is there and wants to stay there.
i love you, baby. i promise.
there is something so, so comforting about rabbot to me.
they both hold high-stress positions in their careers but have such a specific focus on each other's wellbeing while working. the way they know the other so well and have held a bond for so long, they know every specific tic and mannerism that's a warning sign.
i just think they are so extremely special. they've experienced so many hardships separately but somehow find a way to one another each time. it just makes my chest ache. they are so full of love.
Jack started calling Robby "pretty boy" in medical school. It was teasing at first but morphed into something warm and affectionate. It always made Robby blush, even when he could agree that he was kind of pretty (usually only under duress). But now Robby is old. He's fifty-three. He has crows feet and his tummy is soft and bigger than it's ever been. Pretty is not a term he would ever even use in the same sentence as himself. Doesn't mean he doesn't go beet red and flustered, swatting at Jack when he comes in for handoff with an "alright, pretty boy. Walk me through this board."
Established rabbot who fuck hard and fast and a little gross, I’m talking grew up heavy in the underground queer scene and exposure to the culture gave them a very liberallllll exposure to kink.
Then they start dating little (kinda sheltered but grew up on the internet) Gen Z Dennis- with his queer culture mainly formed on message boards and tumblr and a very radically progressive view of queerness that’s kinda sanitised.
And then when he watches his boyfriends fuck for the first time, tugging at leather harnesses and spitting in each others mouths he just sits there in his little tight white boxers and socks, cross legged, eyes wide and scandalised and whispers …. Guys do you know you can’t say faggot anymore, it’s like, a slur
photos that dennis finds when snooping around robby’s closet.
Jack sitting in the hallway with the lights off, dressed in all black with his boots on. The boots were important. Robby loved those boots.
When Robby walks in the door, he sets down his backpack and goes to turn on the light but before he can, Jack speaks and startles him.
"Hi Mikey. No lights, sweetheart. Come here."
Robby knows better than to question Jack's instructions. he knows what's happening when the other man talks like this.
Robby walks over to jack, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He stands in front of jack and is instructed to get to his knees. He finds a pillow already provided, jack knowing Robby's knees are sore after a long day.
Jack grips Robby's chin and tilts his head up, training his eyes on the other man's face. Despite it being dark, he can make out the changing expressions on Robby's face. He strokes the other man's cheek with the pad of his thumb, noticing how Robby leans into the touch.
He leans in to whisper in Robby's ear, "spread your knees, sweetheart." He situates his foot between the other man's knees when he says, "you're going to hump my boot until you cum, okay?"
Rabbot in their twenties ft. slutty little glasses
Rabbot decades later ft. dorky old-man readers
Dennis gets fed up with Robby’s ‘such a sweet boy taking pity on an old man like me, my good little boy, my sweetheart’ shit and just ties him to the bed and feeds him viagra because pity?
Pity?
Dennis didn’t pity his boyfriend. And no one was about to talk like that about his boyfriend. Not even the boyfriend himself.
So Dennis rides him till he’s nothing but a soaked fucked open hole and Robby’s pleading with him to just take a break.
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he might be THE most in need of a daddy that anyone has ever been :(
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