dennis realizing you have a thing for his hands so he brings some gloves home to give you a mock oral examination…
you’re sat down on the bed, while he stands above you. scrubs still on and eyes set on you. his gaze is intense but filled with adoration, admiration.
“are you ready?”
“yes—yeah.” you breathe.
he smiles, starting of by running his finger tips over the plush of your lips. it tingles from his touch and the anticipation. his eyes tracking the movements of his fingers. then they move to the seam of your mouth. pointer finger tugging down your bottom lip and letting it bounce back into place.
“okay, open up for me.” he always had the sweetest cadence.
his voice is soft but firm. the command making you feel a little misty in the head.
so you do as he says. parting your lips to allow him into your mouth.
sliding his synthetic rubber covered fingers over your tongue, the texture of the nitrile rough against you. its all slick with the lubrication of your spit.
were you drooling already?
he presses down a little harder when your jaw ticks, almost closing. in anticipation of your saliva dripping out.
“ah, don’t do that. you need to keep your mouth open nice and wide okay?”
“sorwy..” comes your muffled apology. the fingers in your mouth making your speech garbled.
he smiles down at you gently, “it’s alright, no harm done. mind your teeth.”
you hum, “mhm.”
his middle and ring finger explore your mouth with a soft sort of precision. while the pointer and pinky rest on your cheeks. its very slow, the way he moves. gently coaxing your mouth into producing more saliva so he can watch it trail up his digits and down your chin.
“don’t worry about the mess…” he reassures.
feeling the supple but bumpy texture of your inner cheeks. it was relaxing, him taking his sweet time to look you over.
his fingers smooth over your teeth then down to your gums, sliding between the space of your cheeks over them. feeling the sides of your molars before touching at the roof of your mouth. it was oddly ticklish. his fingers were so warm.
the taste of the gloves was indescribable. something nostalgic and artificial.
“now, say ‘ah’ and stick out your tongue for me please, far as you can.”
so you do. sticking the muscle out, feeling spit trail down it until it beads at the tip and dripping down into your lap.
“perfect, just like that…beautiful.”
then he begins to slide those two fingers up and down the expanse of your tongue. eyes meeting yours as he moves. going all the way back until you gag just slightly before pulling away.
he never looks away, adjusting his weight for a moment. he takes in a breath and you notice the tips of his ears reddening.
“your mouth looks..” he swallows rather harshly and your eyes catch on the way his throat bobs. then his own tongue peeks out to lick over his lip. “pr—healthy.” he corrects. “very healthy..”
your eyes move down further taking in the sight of the more than obvious tent beneath his scrub pants. paired with a small patch of something wet against his crotch.
he’s breathing hard you notice. not very professional of him.
“eyes up here, m’not finished.” he heaves.
and right before your gaze moved back up you catch sight of his gloved hands moving to untie the neat bow at his waist.
