"Denny, baby, you gotta- fuck," Robby hiccups, hips giving a pathetic little jerk as Dennis continues his lazy exploration, tongue dragging everywhere but where Robby oh-so-desperately needs it.
Dennis laughs- the motherfucker, he laughs against Robby's skin, suckling on his inner thigh as Robby's cock twitches and leaks against his stomach, flushed and neglected.
"Shhh, let me have this," Dennis murmurs. He swipes his tongue, hot and slow and torturous, trailing along Robby's v-line. "Wanna taste my handsome man."
My handsome man. His handsome man. His?
"Fucking hell- Dennis, please-" Robby whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, wrists pulling against his restraints.
...
"Dr Robby? Er- what are you doing here?" Dennis grins awkwardly, chuckling in that endearing fucking way he always does.
What am I doing here? I'm a sad, lonely old pervert, and I want you in my bed. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me.
Robby doesn't frequent bars. As sad as it is, if he drinks, he drinks at home, alone. He's not into loud, pulsating spaces. They give him a headache. He's just too old for this shit.
He wishes he could claim someone dragged him out here, forced him into this, but no one did. No, no one did, no one to pin his sins on. He's only here for one thing, a young, pretty little medical student- the very same that is cocking his head at him this very moment.
Robby can't help it, he can't. Poor impulse control, maybe. Maybe it's Dennis's fault, for being so endearing, so- so goddamn alluring. Sure, he feels guilty about it, but really, what was he supposed to think when Dennis snapped that stupid rat's neck in the middle of the ER? Was he not supposed to imagine how those hands would feel around his own neck?
"Um-" Robby coughs, holding up his glass of amber liquid. "Good whiskey."
That's a fucking lie. Robby knows it, Dennis knows it. It's cheap shit, barely good enough for getting drunk.
Dennis settles in the booth next to Robby, plucking the glass from Robby's hands and taking a sip. His face pinches- adorable- and he shakes his head, handing the glass back to Robby.
"Not my favorite."
Fuck. I am so fucking fucked.
He can feel Dennis's lithe, heated form against his side and he aches so badly to touch, to take. He downs the rest of his drink, focused on the burn, trying not to focus on the fact that Dennis's lips were just on the glass a moment prior.
"You okay, Dr Robby?" Dennis asks quietly, and fuck him, actual concern seeps through. He should've expected it, really. After his breakdown in pedes he took to avoiding the kid like the plague, only to- what, come crawling back? Crawling back to what, exactly? The idea of Dennis? Hell, he barely knows him.
Kid probably thinks he's just here to drink shit whiskey and drown his sorrows. If that were the case, he'd be doing it at home. How is he supposed to explain that to poor Dennis?
No, kid, not okay. Jack told me all about how he found you at this bar a couple days ago and I couldn't get it out of my fucked up head. Jacked off in the shower that night to the thought of you swaying your pretty hips to this shitty club music. Didn't even think you'd be here, honest, hoped you would be. Definitely didn't think you would spot me and come over. Why did you come over, sweet thing?
"I'm fine," Robby replies, trying not to let his gaze wander. "As always."
Dennis cocks his head again, somehow seeing right through him. Robby avoids eye contact.
"Why are you here, Dr Robby?" Dennis repeats, quieter this time, voice loaded with something Robby can't quite discern.
Fuck, why is he here, really? He stands abruptly, the guilt of what he's doing catching up him. What was he thinking, that Dennis would want him back? No, of fucking course not. Then what the hell was his plan? Manipulate the kid into his bed? Robby feels sick. He is sick.
Dennis stands with him, but he doesn't let Robby out of the booth. Instead he asks, "Do you smoke?"
Robby tenses. He nods. He doesn't know why, he could just lie to the kid, but he nods. "Sometimes."
"Do you smoke tonight?"
"...Yeah."
"Bum one with me?"
...
"Yknow, you really shouldn't be smoking at all, especially at your age," Robby comments, cigarette between his fingers.
Dennis laughs, looks up at him. "Don't give me that bullshit, old man. I'm not as innocent as I look." He side-eyes Robby, blue eyes all-seeing- some fucking how, for some fucking reason. "But I think you knew that. Didn't you?"
Robby swallows thickly. His guilt does not purify him. He's still here, smoking with a man half his age, smoking with his student. He shrugs. His guilt does not purify him.
"Who'd you hear it from? Jack?" Dennis guesses, right on the mark. Robby remains quiet, spearing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
Dennis sits on the curb. Robby joins him, groaning quietly under his breath at the creak of his knees.
"Yeah," he admits, after a moment. "Jack."
"What'd he tell you about me?"
"...How pretty you looked writhing in his sheets," Robby whispers, thinking aloud, unable to help himself. Not when Dennis looks like that, like he's begging for something. Or like he knows something Robby can't quite grasp. Some terrible, addictive mix of both.
"That's why you're here?" Dennis takes a slow drag of his cigarette, and Robby's stomach clenches. "You think I'm easy? I'll put out for any attending that shows up? Fantasizing about an ER whore, are you? Wanna pass me around til everyone has a piece of little old Whitaker?"
Robby chokes, turning bright red. "That's not what I- I don't mean to-"
Dennis laughs at him again, head tipping back, and Robby blue screens. He's unsure, scrambled. He feels like prey.
"That's not-" Robby shudders, "what I think."
Dennis takes another drag of his cigarette. Robby has forgotten about his until this moment and puffs at his own, letting the smoke settle him a little.
"What do you think? About me?" Dennis asks, his voice quieter, less teasing. Like all this confidence is a front, like maybe he really is scared that's what Robby sees him as. That Robby came here for a slut and that's all Dennis is.
"I think- I think you're unfairly pretty," Robby murmurs, breathing out smoke. "I can't stop thinking about you. When you, uh, when you quoted that verse to me. Like you saw me. Twin souls, in a way, I think," Robby shrugs, eyes down.
Dennis is quiet for a moment. "..And you wanna fuck me?"
"Jesus, kid." Robby sighs. "Yeah, I wanna fuck you." Another pang of guilt, eating at him. "Or- take you out to dinner, if that's more your style."
Dennis snorts. "More my style? Trying to figure out if I'm just a slut or boyfriend material?"
"Do you have to be so difficult?" Robby scoffs, trying not to grin. This fucking kid.
"No, but I enjoy it." Dennis smirks, looking at Robby. "What do you enjoy?"
Robby meets his eyes. Longing aches in his chest. "Let me take you home, and I'll show you?"
Dennis leans in, hovers. Robby's breath catches. His eyes flutter when Dennis's mouth presses against his, shockingly soft- a lover's kiss, meaningful and slow. Robby feels the edges of his mind fuzz over, an embarrassing whimper slipping from his mouth to Dennis's.
Dennis smiles against his lips. "Smooth, Robinavitch."
...
"Who would've known you liked being tied up so much, baby?" Dennis croons, tracing a finger over Robby's length, pulling a whine from the older man.
"Shut up, Whitaker," Robby pants, a spurt of pre-cum dribbling from his flushed tip.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Sure, Robby will sub on occasion, for the right person- Jack- but never on the first fuck. A side of him that feels too vulnerable to expose, belly-up and wanting. Robby doesn't like being caught wanting anything, let alone something as intimate as this.
Somehow, Dennis made it feel easy. Kissed him slow and sloppy, rubbed and petted and sucked all over his body until he was pliant and glassy-eyed, nothing concrete in his head except the urge to beg for more.
And now here he was, at the younger man's mercy, eyes pink and wet as he pleads and curses and cries. It's been a torturous half hour and Robby is too old for this shit- too old for kinky, energetic little things set on ruining him. He's in fucking shambles.
He doesn't get a warning before Dennis finally takes him in his mouth, the velvet heat around his cock overwhelming in its relief. "Whitaker," he sobs, hips bucking, thrusting into the pure pleasure of Dennis's throat.
Dennis moans around him, his blue eyes heavylidded and wet as he looks up at Robby. Robby can barely handle the sinful fucking sight, this beautiful boy between his legs, mouth stuffed full, cheeks pink, lidded eyes trained on him.
Fuck, he's going to cum.
"Den- Dennis, sweetheart, fuck," he chokes, trying to tug Dennis away, but he stays- keeps him tucked in his throat as Robby spills thick and hot into it.
The younger man sits up, licks his lips. Robby slumps against the bed, chest heaving, wrists weakly pulling at the restraints. He needs to touch Dennis so fucking bad he feels insane over it.
"Den," he mumbles, near delirium. "Get these off. Now."
Dennis obeys- for fucking once- and crawls up to sit on Robby's chest, carefully untying the leather bindings. Robby's hands are on Dennis's waist in a second, manhandling the boy to lay down. Dennis squeaks, an adorable fucking sound that should not be legal to make, Robby thinks.
He tries to sit back up but Robby won't let him, a hand on his pale chest to instantly push him back down. Robby moves to kneel between Dennis's thighs, leaning over him. Dennis opens his mouth but only a whine comes out.
"Awww, is puppy not so tough now?" Robby pouts down at wide-eyed Dennis, tone soft and mocking. He watches with satisfaction as Dennis blushes at the nickname and he trails a finger down the center of his chest, down his stomach, making the younger boy twitch and squirm.
"My, my, got a squirmy little pup on my hands," Robby chuckles, gently circling the head of Dennis's weeping cock with his thumb, causing him to choke out an eager moan.
"Please- please, sir, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
"Sorry?" Robby shakes his head, gripping Dennis's hips and pushing them down into the mattress, keeping him still. Dennis has a vice grip on Robby's shoulders, fingers digging in. Good. Robby hopes it bruises. "You're sorry? Hm. You weren't acting very sorry earlier, were you?"
"Sir, please- please, please, please, I'll be good now, I need- I need you, I need you, please," Dennis whines, tears slipping down his temples, and something in Robby softens.
"Awww, poor pup," he whispers, cradling the boy's cheek, thumbing away tears. "Need some relief? Need me to make you feel good?"
"Please."
Robby sighs and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, opening up the cap to squirt some right on Dennis's dick, carelessly slicking him up as Dennis writhes and whines, bucks into his big hand.
"Cmere. C'mere, baby, right here. Spoon me." Robby lays down with Dennis, taking the boy's arm and wrapping it around his waist. He nestles back against him, parting his thighs. "Fuck my thighs, Den."
"Fuck, you- can I?" Dennis manages, whimpery and pitiful.
"Just ordered you to, did I not?" Robby shuffles back a little, causing Dennis to inhale sharply.
Robby feels when Dennis's ruddy cock slides between his thick, hairy thighs, and he closes them around the younger's hard length.
Dennis lets out a strangled whimper as he starts fucking Robby's thighs in abandon, little ah- ah- ah-'s punching out of him with each slap of his hips on Robby's ass.
Robby tightens his thighs around Dennis, causing the younger to let out a choked moan, Dennis's lips now dragging and kissing over the back of Robby's neck, his shoulder, any bare skin he can reach. His movements are stuttery, uneven, desperate.
"You really are a puppy, aren't you?" Robby breathes, flushed and overwhelmed by Dennis's pure need. God, if he was any younger, maybe he'd be hard again by now, plowing the sweet thing into his mattress. "Fuckin humping me like a dog. You like that? Feels good? I bet it does," he coos, feeling Dennis's hot tears start to drip onto his skin.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna- pleaaase, Dr Robby, sir, please, I'm gonna cum, let me cum, pleasepleaseplease-" Dennis whines, rutting his hips, chasing his high.
"What a good boy, begging so nicely," Robby praises, before pushing Dennis off of his back, cock slipping from between his thighs. The younger lets out a wail of disappointment, face screwing up in a sob at being denied so close to his peak.
"Shh, shh, taking care of you," Robby assures, before leaning over Dennis to take him into his mouth without any fanfare, no warning- the same treatment Dennis gave him. He likes the salty-sweet taste of him, swirling his tongue, bobbing his head to swallow him down to the base.
Dennis cries and jerks, both of his slender hands fisting in Robby's short hair as he cums uncontrollably down Robby's throat, so riled up he can't hold it any longer.
Robby'll be good. He takes it, swallows it all.
He begins his ascent back to Dennis's mouth and gasps when Dennis rolls him over and kisses him, licks into his mouth, filthy and slow, tasting himself on Robby's tongue. A whimper hiccups out of the older man, barely able to react when Dennis licks under his jaw, down his neck, down his torso, mirroring before.
He yelps when Dennis takes his soft cock into the wet heat of his mouth, tugging Dennis off of him by his hair like a scruffed puppy.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Robby pants, head falling back.
Dennis giggles, wriggling out of Robby's grasp.
"You are an evil, evil man," Robby shudders, jerking away when Dennis presses another kiss over his soft cock. "Jesus- Whitaker, stop. You're gonna send me into cardiac arrest."
Dennis grins and finally relents, crawling up to curl into Robby, relaxing into him like he didn't just steal the oxygen from Robby's poor lungs.
"You can't fool me," Robby grumps, gathering Dennis close, pressing the younger boy's face into his neck. "Can't try to act all sweet on me now. Won't fall for it."
Despite Robby's vow, he falls for it anyways, feeling impossibly soft over Dennis as he presses little kisses in the hollow of the older man's neck. "Shh, shh," Robby murmurs into his hair, sighing out. "Did real good, kid. Even if you are sadistic."
"Not sadistic," Dennis whines, slipping so easily between roles, placing the control back in Robby's hands.
The older man sighs, tries not to show how utterly soft that makes him, how fond he is of the young med student. "Hmm, I know the truth, baby. Gave it aaaalll away. You're a little brat, aren't you?"
"Nooo.. just your good boy," Dennis peeks up at Robby, batting his big, blue eyes knowing full well that they make Robby weak.
"Yeah," he scoffs, shaking his head. He presses a kiss to Dennis's hair, tucking his chin on top of his head. "Okay, baby. My good boy, huh?"
"Yours," Dennis hums, voice content and sleepy from where he's buried in Robby's chest.
"...Yeah," Robby whispers, voice cracking a little, "mine."
