I don't make the rules, but—
When Dennis fucks Park the shark, he rides him. Park lays there, his hands clasped behind his head or firmly gripping Dennis's hips. He helps the boy up and down, or he lifts his hips to the boy's rhythm.
"Yeah, you like it? Damn, you're a whore. If you were in the upper floors, I'd take you into the bathroom every free moment to show you who you belong to. I would fill you up. Damn, keep going, bitch—"
With Jack, Dennis is lying on his side, and the man is behind him, keeping one hand on his thigh to lift his leg and fucking him with slow, precise thrusts, unable to keep his mouth off the boy's neck and shoulders.
“Good, good, Den. Do you like it? Do you want it harder? You're fucking driving me crazy, I won't be able to come to work without thinking about your soft skin, your ass. Fuck, yeah—”
And with Robby, Dennis is lying on his back, his boss on top of him and his knees wrapped around the older man's waist. Robby fucks like a desperate man, fast and with plenty of moans, as if he's afraid this will all end at any moment.
“You're too good for me, boy, yeah, do you like it when I put my hand on your neck? You look like the type who would like that. How am I going to hold back at work, with you walking around the hospital, begging me with your eyes to fuck you? Oh, oh fuck, I'm going to—”
