Frank who doesn’t fully realize just how serious Jack and Robby were about Dennis being a huge fucking brat. So, he has to call in reinforcements.
(This is a “Hucklerabbot are an open relationship” household) (You freaks did this to me. Remember that.)
Dennis is on his fifteenth “Make me.” of the night. Frank would love to just have sex and cuddle, but. Alas. Dennis just has to be mouthy.
He didn’t know it would be like this, or he would’ve just asked Jack or Robby for some tips on how to handle him. Hell, he could still just pick up the phone and call them. But, that would be admitting defeat. He had been so adamant in their conversation earlier, all “Oh, I’m sure he’s never that badly behaved. No, I don’t need punishment tips. He’s always good!”
Because, for the most part, Dennis was good for him. Sure, he snuck some snide little remarks in, but he was never outright bratty. He was usually so pliant and sweet, bending to Frank’s every little ask.
But, here he was. Frank had asked him about a million times for a few little things. “On your knees,” got a laugh. “Strip for me,” was met with, “Make me.” And “Do you wanna get spanked again?” got a very swift, “Sure, didn’t hurt the first time.”
Is it a little embarrassing to call your friend/fuck buddy while stark naked and half inside a cute little brat? Sure. Did Frank care? No. Neither did Crus, for the record.
“Who was that?” Dennis asked when he hung up.
Frank smiled. “You don’t get to know. You’ve been bad, and bad pups don’t get to know stuff.”
Dennis sat up on his elbows to protest, but Frank shoved him back down and ground his hips into him. Dennis chewed his lip. “It wasn’t Jack or Robby, right?”
Frank laughed. “What, scared of getting in trouble with your daddies? No, way worse than them.”
Crus knew he didn’t even have to knock. Dennis laughed snarkily when he saw him in the bedroom doorway. The three had spent a few nights together before, and Crus was always a very gentle guy.
Dennis seemed to not find things so funny when he was getting pounded into the mattress at an insanely cruel pace, hands knotted in the bedsheets, and basically begging Crus to just let him finish. Crus tutted meanly. “No, sorry. Not yet. You gotta suck him off first, like I said.”
Dennis looked up at Frank with big, wet eyes. “Maybe just let him, Crus,” Frank hummed, stroking Dennis’s blond curls.
“See, this is why he’s bad,” Crus hummed, slowing to a halt, which drove Dennis insane. “You’re too soft on him.” He patted Dennis’s hip. “Go on. I’m not moving until you do it.” After a full minute of Dennis trying and failing to fuck himself on Crus’s dick, he gave up and conceded. Frank didn’t know why he didn’t let Dennis blow him more often, he was so fucking good at it. Pretty soon, Frank was grabbing at his curls and spilling down his throat.
“Well, at least you can do that without complaining,” Crus chuckled, moving back and forth again. A few mean thrusts in, and Dennis was begging to come again. Crus laughed a little at him, and rubbed his thigh. “You gotta ask him,” he said, pointing to Frank. “He’s in charge, not me.”
Dennis panted up at him, begging with his eyes. Frank pretended to think. “I dunno…” he said. “Will you be good next time?”
“Yes, holy shit, yes, please. I’ll- I’ll be so good. I swear-“
“Then yeah, I guess you can.”
Crus stuck around long enough clean up and enjoy some cuddles from Dennis, who was sated and no longer acting up. He fell asleep soundly between Crus and Frank.
“He’s kinda cute when he’s acting up,” Crus smiled, rubbing his knuckles over Dennis’s shoulder as he slept.
Frank huffed. “God, please don’t let him hear that. I can’t do this again.”
Frank did, in fact, end up doing it again.
(If anybody knows langdon x crus x whitaker ship name PLEASE tell me because I don’t)
