This is straight porn, minors dni
Thinking about trans Dennis being fucked by sub top Robby, but only after Dennis has given him the sloppiest blow job of his life and denied him a few orgasms.
He’s on his back, legs spread and pushed up, essentially folding him in half as Robby drills into his weeping cunt. The man’s pubes are rubbing his t-dick just right and Dennis is saying the dirtiest things just to hear Robby whimper.
“So good for me, Daddy. All pussy drunk and pretty. If I didn’t know any better —ah! Fuck!— if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve gone dumb. Are you? Brainless for your baby? Huh?”
He moans loudly into Dennis’s ear, tucking his face into his neck and drooling as his movements grow faster. “Yes, baby —fuck! please!— can I please c—“
Dennis smirks devilishly, not that Robby can see it, “not yet.” The whine he releases is not fit for a fifty-ish year old man. “You gotta make me cum first, remember? It would be impolite considering I treated you so well earlier.”
Robby’s mind supplied the image of Dennis on his knees, pink lips wrapped around his cock as he pushed himself all the way down to the base, throat constricting as he allowed Robby to fuck his face. That had been a treat. Until Dennis had all but ripped himself away, laughing at Robby’s dismayed expression before doing the whole thing twice more. Getting him right to the precipice, then backing off just before he could tip over and spill into his mouth.
“Den, please.” His voice cracks and Dennis can feel a puddle forming on his collarbone. “Please, I can’t.”
“You can.” It’s more or less a demand, “and you will. Otherwise, I’ll make you pull out and won’t touch you again tonight.”
And if that isn’t incentive enough…
Robby starts pistoning his hips, disregarding the slight pain in his lower back, sucking at the pulse point on Dennis’s neck, and sneaking one hand around Dennis’s thigh to lift his lower half to meet the sharp thrusts and letting said hand move to Dennis’s dick, stroking him, using his arousal as lube.
He’s drooling as he feels Dennis tighten around him, a symphony of moans bouncing off the walls of the bedroom while he continues his onslaught of praise mixed with insults.
“Feel so nice, Daddy. So sweet how eager you are to please. Such a dumb little thing. Bet if we stopped right now, I could make you cum just from speaking.”
“Nononono, baby. Please don’t. Need you to cum. Need you to cum so I can fill you. Want to make you a daddy.” It comes out as a sob before he could stop it. When the lagging in his brain catches up to his words, he stills mid-way. Because, fuck. They haven’t discussed this before.
Panic and dread settle into his chest and he almost lurches away from Dennis to stammer out apologies. He lifts his head sharply, a blush painting his cheeks as his mouth opens to speak. Dennis, on his part, isn’t phased by it. Instead, he removes Robby’s hand from his thigh and wraps both legs around his middle, heels digging into Robby’s ass cheeks and forcing him back inside all the way.
“Oh, so you want to make me a daddy, huh?” He teases, eyes shining mischievously. The question makes Robby squirm in his hold. “Want to fill me up? Make me all round with your kid? Make me yours?”
Robby’s hips move seemingly on their own, an inhuman noise escaping his mouth as he nods feverishly.
“Well? Come on, big guy.” He taunts, “make me cum and then you can Stake your claim since you’re so fucking greedy about it.”
If Robby were a dog, his tail would be wagging.
He tilts Dennis’s body upwards and fucking slams into him. His subordinate lets out a wrecked cry, only fueling him further.
He repeats the motion twice then starts a painfully rapid rhythm that has Dennis mewling beneath him. Robby can feel his cunt, wet, beautiful, and oh so very tight, clench again and again with every thrust. The heartbeat within it is driving him insane to the point where the tears have started up again and he’s blubbering out pure nonsense.
“Baby, please —oh, God!— please! Wanna make you a daddy, want you to cum, need it. God you’d look so pretty all pregnant with my baby. Den, please!”
Dennis isn’t much better, still spewing filth that would get him banned from church, nails digging into Robby’s back and legs beginning to shake.
Church. Huh? The concept of Robby bending him over in front of god caused a whole new wave deliciously raunchy thoughts that would surely get him sent to hell in a hand basket. He’ll put a pin in that for now; come back to it later if his mind isn’t turned to mush from the vigorous fucking he is receiving.
Robby’s going to cum. He can feel it in the tightening of his balls, the way his abdomen contracts as he tries desperately to stave off his impending orgasm. Dennis is close. Robby knows he is, he just needs to—
He brings his fingers back to Dennis’s dick, stroking and rubbing his thumb over the head of it in time with his own cock that punches the younger man’s sweet spot, eliciting a steady flow of ‘uh uh uh’s which stirs something deep in Robby’s gut.
Once. Twice. Three times is all it takes for Dennis to lock around him, pussy pulsing and feet pinning Robby into place as a gush of wetness drenches them both.
Robby becomes ravenous after that. A whining mess of a man, pumping into his lover’s cunt and spilling into him with a cry while his body shakes from overstimulation.
He collapses onto Dennis, large body blanketing him completely as he nuzzles the side of the man’s face. He’s crying so hard that he’s hiccuping. Dennis’s fingers rub soothing circles over his skin to help him calm down while he tries not to pass out; a fight he’s currently losing.
Several minutes pass before Robby’s breathing finally evens and he’s coherent enough to hear Dennis whispering praises. He’s nearly asleep when Dennis pops a question that makes his head spin.
“How do you feel about fucking me in a church?”
