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It had been months. Months of casual hookups. Of late night “u up?” and “wyd?” texts. Of following the other out the door with a 5 minute delay. Of lying to roommates and coworkers and friends.
It had been months of casual sex. Of Dennis getting his head shoved into couch cushions and bed spreads. Of Dennis getting bent over tables and lifted onto countertops. Of Dennis dropping to his knees at a certain pair of loose gray sweatpants.
Months of his older, taller, broader, hairier boss pressing bruises into his thighs and kissing hidden trails across his abdomen. And God did Dennis love it.
He wasn’t a virgin when he met Robby, not by far. He was a sheltered, repressed, religious kid who grew up to go to college for theology with a bunch of other sheltered, repressed, religious kids— it was practically a brothel in those dorm rooms. On top of it all, Dennis wasn’t one of them that returned home to lie about their life and settle down with some small town girl and become a pastor. No, instead he moved to a bigger, gayer city with more people to fuck. More experienced, older people.
Like Michael “Robby” Robinavich.
It didn’t happen right away, they were responsible in that sense. But the literal second Dennis’s rotation was over, Robby was scribbling down his number on a piece of paper and sliding it across the nurses’ station counter. Dennis had watched with wide eyes as the man mouthed “call me” before taking his exit.
Maybe it felt a little desperate, but Dennis couldn’t stop himself from calling as soon as he was home and showered, eager to find out what the older man wanted from him. He soon found out they wanted the same thing.
It’s how Dennis found himself with his boxers dangling around one ankle, one hand fisted around his cock, the other three fingers deep inside himself as Robby whispered how badly he wanted to fuck him through the phone. He’d never come that hard from masturbating in his life. They quickly made plans to meet up later that week.
Once the end of the week rolled around, Dennis was gifted with a single text of an address, bolting into the shower before racing over as fast as the city bus could take him.
The looming brownstone was gorgeous, but Dennis didn’t have time to admire the architecture since he had other more important things to attend to. Things like being roughly pushed against the front door as soon as it was closed, a hand running up the front of his tshirt as the other gripped the back of his neck, steering him through the kiss like it steered him through the halls of PTMC. Things like ignoring the bruises that were sure to form on his knees from how quickly he dropped to them at the promise he’d get to breathe in the musky scent of his former boss’s greying happy trail as he swallowed his dick. Things like three thicker, longer fingers exploring his walls on expensive silk sheets only a tenured salary could afford. Things like the best dicking down he’d ever received in his life.
It had been months of these things on repeat, in different positions, on different surfaces. It was all so good.
But still… Dennis wanted more. Call him greedy, but sometimes the thought of his older, stronger, former boss manhandling him even rougher made Dennis so hard it hurt.
Robby wasn’t a soft lover, not really. Aftercare was also included, of course, but it usually reflected his nature as a physician— clinical, to the point. Water, a snack, some physical affection. Dennis was satisfied in that department.
The older man always led, the obviously slipping control in both his work and home life creating his need to dominate in such intimate moments. Dennis was satisfied there, too.
It was just that sometimes he wanted more. It felt fucked up to ask for any of it. To ask to be choked. Asked to be hit. Asked to be spanked. Asked to be held down and fucked like Robby didn’t care if he was having a good time. Maybe it was a little fucked up. Maybe it’s the religious guilt coming back to twist at his balls, who knows?
It didn’t stop him from texting, though. Months into whatever it was they had going on, and Dennis got so high with his roommate, he was too horny to think straight.
u should chok me sometime
with ur dick or ur hand idc
or u could like spank me or wtv
idk
kinda high rn
Before he could think twice about what he’d just done, Dennis had promptly passed out on top of his comforter. A response didn’t come until the next morning.
Come over tonight and we can talk about it.
Oh fuck.
Dennis was never usually nervous to go to Robby's. Excited? Absolutely. Nervous? Nah.
The night after those texts were a completely different story. His hands were sweaty as he arrived, knocking lighter than usual on the big oak door. It opened just as quick as any other night, but this time, it knocked his breath away a little.
“Come on in. Want anything to drink? I figured we could talk first.” Robby’s smile was easy going, quick to get things started like always. Dennis followed him through to the kitchen, easily accepting the glass of water the man poured out for him.
“So, were those serious requests? Or more just horny ramblings of some high twenty-something?” Robby’s smirk was teasing from behind his whisky glass. The game he was playing wasn’t lost on Dennis. It was one they played often, the only kind of kinky thing they really delved into. Him sipping on plain water while Robby had alcohol, Dennis being labeled “twenty-something” rather than into his mid twenties already, the way Robby remained standing, leaning against the counters as Dennis was sat on one of the bar stools of the kitchen island. It made him feel young, naive, and vulnerable. It gave Robby power, a perverse type of power he should probably never admit to enjoying, but power nonetheless. It was exactly the kind of dynamic they were both seeking out.
Dennis cleared his throat, wiping through a trail of condensation on his glass. “Yes, sir.”
He knew how to get this show on the road. A series of names and some batting of eyelashes would have him face down in Robby’s pillows in no time. But this time, the man remained still. His work day must not have been bad enough for his resolve to be slipping just yet. Didn’t matter; Dennis loved the long game.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“Serious requests. And not the only ones. Just all I could get out before falling asleep.” Dennis raised his gaze to meet Robby’s, the smoldering brown burning into his own blue. Where the sky met the earth.
“Hm. You do that often?” Robby finished his glass, placing it on the marble behind him with a resounding clink.
“Do what? Get high and then pass out?” Dennis knew there was more to the question, he wasn’t stupid. He wanted to hear it all from Robby’s mouth himself. Every dirty little question, every curiosity.
“Run your mouth off to men twice your age and then leave.”
“Honestly, there’s only one old man I run my mouth off for these days. He says I’m very good with it.” Dennis took a confident sip from his cup, sparing a glance towards Robby’s obviously building arousal in those goddamn sweatpants. Dennis was almost fully hard himself.
“Maybe you do deserve to be spanked.”
The statement was so quick and final that Dennis couldn’t stop the way his entire lower body clenched and a shiver ran down his spine.
“Maybe.”
“Get over here.” As bratty as Dennis could be with his mouth, his actions were rarely ever so. It was like there was an invisible collar around his neck, the leash always tightly fisted in Robby’s hand. God he wanted a necklace with his name on it so bad.
Dennis approached slowly, attempting to hide his eagerness, worried it would disrupt the mood that they’d set so far. As soon as he was within reach, Robby pulled him in tight by the waist, squeezing one long arm around his middle. Dennis gasped at the movement, his hands coming to clutch at the man’s biceps for balance. In this position, he had to crane his neck to look Robby in the face, glancing through his lashes at the handsomely aged face before him.
Dennis opened his mouth to speak, the words quickly flying out of his mind as Robby used the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. The kiss was rough, fast and hard like always, and Dennis reveled in the feeling. Robby’s tongue was warm and wet and big in his mouth, exploring every nook and crevice, transferring any spit he had into Dennis’s mouth for him to swallow down. Drool pooled at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t dare try to pull away to clean up. Messy was good.
The arm around his waist held tight as Robby’s other hand weaved into the hairs at the back of his head, giving a slight tug. It all allowed Dennis to go slack, let himself be held and explored and relinquish any control to the other man. To just melt.
Eventually Robby disconnected their mouths, a string of spit trailing between them before Dennis licked his lips and it broke. He stood panting, dazed and painfully hard.
“So what about my oath?” Robby’s question broke Dennis from his daze and he blinked blearily up at the older man.
“Huh?”
“The Hippocratic Oath. ‘Do no harm.’”
Dennis contemplated what to say for a moment before he leant up on his tippy toes, laying a gentle kiss below Robby’s ear. “It doesn’t count if I ask for it, right?”
Dennis could swear he heard an audible snap.
“Knees.” The command was firm, no room for argument; not that Dennis would’ve argued. He had a certain oral fixation that was easily tampered by chewing his nails, biting on pen caps, or sucking Robby’s dick.
The hard wood collided with his bones, the bruises that already covered them would no doubt be darker by tomorrow morning. He felt desperate, like a starved man ready to devour as he gripped at the hem of Robby’s sweatpants. Before he could even pull them far enough down, he was already mouthing at the imprint through the joggers. It was easy to tell there was nothing else underneath. The spit that had pooled to the front of his tongue created a dark wet patch where the tip was, and Dennis wrapped his lips around it through the fabric, sucking and licking, trying to get a taste.
Robby’s hand snaked down, weaving back through his hair and giving a light but steady push. Dennis moaned as his jaw dropped wider, the musky smell of his manhood filling his senses. One day, Dennis would build up the courage to ask Robby not to shower before he came over.
He licked a long stripe up the underside, the fabric of the pants rough against his tongue as his nails scratched at Robby’s hipbones.
“Good boy.” The praise was accompanied with a firmer push, Dennis’s face squishing into the man’s crotch.
Maybe today was the day for courage.
“Next time…” He muttered, his voice muffled against the fabric. “Don’t shower.”
He could hear Robby’s breath catch from above. “Like the way I smell?”
Dennis moaned, nodding against the dick before mouthing around it again.
“Come on, baby, be a good boy, and take Daddy’s pants off. Let my dick in your face so you can breathe it all in.”
It wasn’t the first time the nickname had made an appearance in their romps, Dennis accidentally blurting it in the middle of a good fuck and Robby taking it in stride until it found a permenant place in their repertoire.
Dennis gripped at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down underneath his heavy balls until Robby’s cock sprang free, right into his face. He was quick to start spreading kisses around the shaft, as Robby guided his head by his mousy locks.
“That’s it, baby. I know what you want. It’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”
Dennis desperately nodded, opening his mouth wide for Robby to slide into, each inch stretching his jaw agonizingly farther until his nose was settled in the salt and pepper hair that decorated the base. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep, satisfied moan at the weight on his tongue, Robby responding with a groan of his own.
“Fuck, you are good with this dirty little mouth of yours. Best bitch I’ve ever had.” The mix of humiliating and praising speech had Dennis’s mind turning to mush. He eagerly swallowed around the length in his mouth, starting to bob his head slowly so the man above him would get the hint.
Robby’s grip slid from the top of his head, down to cradle the back, pushing as he also pressed his hips forward in time, Dennis being sandwiched between the two movements. His throat spasmed at the deep intrusion as Robby pushed himself as far as possible into his mouth, Dennis slightly gagging at the feel.
“Shhh, it’s ok, just breathe. Breathe in my scent that you love so much.”
Robby pinned his head there, unmoving as his throat adjusted to the feel. He took in several deep breaths, the smell of Robby invading his senses and floating around his brain. He felt at peace. No responsibilities, no one to care for, he couldn’t even move freely; he was completely at someone else’s control and disposal. His jaw ached and a trail of drool was steadily leaking down his chin. He was sure he looked a mess, but he knew Robby didn’t care.
Once he finally adjusted, he was able to swallow around the length, only gagging a little the first time, and none the second. Robby threw his head back, moaning at the tightening sensation.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
The praise went straight to Dennis’s head, making him feel even more heady than he had been already. He gripped at Robby’s strong thighs, the fabric soaking up the sweat from his palms and fingertips but he wished it wasn’t there. He wanted to feel the coarse, dark hair that littered the man’s legs under his touch. Remove the clothing between his hands and those glorious thighs to grip at the meat, fingers weaving through the hair.
Dennis dared to glance up, Robby tilting his own head back down at the same time until their eyes met. They held the contact for a second, Robby panting open mouthed, his pink tongue darting out to wet his plush lips behind his facial hair.
Dennis let his eyes slip back closed, just reveling in the feeling of Robby weighing down his tongue until his focus was broken by the man’s large hand reaching down to pinch his nose. Suddenly, all his air flow was cut off, and his throat spasmed in panic again. His eyes flew open, catching sight of Robby’s pretty smile gleaming down at him.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe.” The words were dripping with sweetness but it was cloying and overwhelming; he knew Dennis couldn’t breathe, that was the point of those taunting words. As his eyes started to water and his reserve of air was almost completely gone, Robby let go, pulling his cock out of Dennis’s mouth right after.
He took in a huge breath, coughing and sputtering to regain control over his throat again, his hands dropping to the hard wood in front of him as he hunched over slightly. Robby reached down to pet his hair gently, just letting his cock hang free in the air, glistening with a mix of his precum and Dennis’s spit.
“Fuck,” He coughed out, his voice hoarse.
“We won’t do it again, I promise.” For all the teasing that Robby liked to do, Dennis was glad he could trust his promises. Some time was allowed for him to catch his breath again before Robby lifted his face by the chin, his thumb dragging through the mess that was left there. He tucked his thumb into the young man’s mouth, Dennis eagerly wrapping his lips around the digit and licking it clean. His tongue and jaw were still sore, and they’d surely ache tomorrow, but this was exactly what Dennis wanted. The perfect mix of rough and smooth, mean and nice, hard and soft; it was so perfectly Robby. And Dennis couldn’t get enough.
He pulled back, letting the man’s thumb pop out of his mouth before he laid more kisses on him, starting at his balls, big and hairy, just like the rest of him. Dennis made sure to take in a big whiff of the musk that no doubt gathered most prominently there (and maybe his armpits) before licking a long stripe across the sack, trailing up to the base of his dick where he transitioned to laying a line of kisses all the way to the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit.
He opened his mouth to go down once more, before Robby’s hand on his cheek stopped him.
“You sure you want more?”
Dennis swallowed, the responding burn making him pivot from replying with words to a simple nod.
“Ok. Just a little more, though, alright?” Dennis didn’t respond, attempting to close his jaw back around the dick, when a more forceful hold on his chin stopped him. He pouted in response. “Alright?” Robby repeated more forcefully.
“Yes, sir.” Dennis croaked out, finally able to get his mouth back on the man.
He moaned, grabbing hold of Robby’s thighs for stability as the older man started to thrust shallowly in and out of his mouth. Dennis was sure to keep his jaw slack, tongue low, and lips tucked over his teeth so that Robby only had to focus on using his mouth for pleasure.
He was quick to get lost in the feeling, Robby obviously doing the same as he steadily fucked into Dennis’s mouth, both their eyes closed in bliss, moaning out their approvals. Dennis could feel every time that Robby hit at the back of his throat, and he tried to swallow around it every time. The rhythm picked up speed as more drool pooled out the sides of Dennis’s lips, his chin wet with spit all over again. His underwear was no doubt stained with own precum as his hard dick remained untouched.
Before he got too close to pull himself off the edge, Robby pulled Dennis’s head back, a loud pop echoing through the kitchen as his dick slid out.
“Let’s go. Before I can’t get it up any more.” Dennis quickly stood, allowing himself to be pulled by the wrist through to the bedroom. The thought of Robby not being able to get hard again because of his age should’ve been a huge turnoff, but for Dennis, it only had his dick twitching in his jeans.
The bedroom was the same as the last time Dennis had been there: expensive silk sheets, a pile of fluffy pillows, a large bookcase lining the wall, and the smell of the attending clouding the air. Dennis was quick to climb on the bed, Robby tumbling on after him. He took hold of Dennis by the belt loops, pulling him down until he slid across the sheets, legs thrown over Robby’s strong thighs.
“You know, most people see spanking as a punishment, but for you it’s a reward, isn’t that right, good boy?” Dennis couldn’t help but feel like a puppy as he nodded his head, reaching up to tug Robby down into another sloppy kiss.
The attending brought one hand to his face, pulling at his cheek with his thumb so there was more space to slide his tongue into. The thought that he could taste himself in Dennis’s mouth had him grinding his hips up, searching for the first bit of friction he’d get all night. He whined as the hard shaft of Robby’s dick pressed against his own, the heat between their crotches rivaling the sun.
There was no battle for dominance between their mouths, but Dennis made sure to eagerly kiss back. It was the best way he knew how to silently show his consent and his pleasure, pushing his lips against Robby’s own. The scratch of his beard against his skin was heavenly, an angry, red beard burn would more than likely be left, but Dennis would wear it like a badge of honor.
Dennis felt as his tshirt was hiked up slightly, Robby’s large hands roaming his torso. They were warm and wide, stretching across his entire width despite how broad his chest was from all his years working the farm. It made Dennis feel vulnerable, like he was at Robby’s whim even though he already was willing. The size difference made him feel like it didn’t have to be willing; it sent a thrill down his spine.
Robby’s fingertips skirted higher and higher until they reached Dennis’s chest, expertly finding his nipples as he continued to explore his mouth with his tongue. He gripped and squeezed at whatever tissue was there, Dennis moaning at the sensation. The brush of his thumb against his nipple had his back arching, the nubs hardening at the touch. Robby continued to lightly circle and rub over them as they kissed, before one of his hands pinched, pulling on the bud harshly.
“Ah!” Dennis moaned against Robby’s mouth, his tongue slipping in deeper at the allowance as his other hand repeated the motion on the other nipple. He moaned again, squirming against the pain that left a burning trail down to the coil in his belly. Robby soothed them back out by gently brushing his thumbs in small circles around the bud, slowly applying pressure until his fingertips were grinding into them.
The constant push and pull of gentle and harsh movements had Dennis writhing in pleasure, begging— for what? He didn’t know.
Robby’s relentless touches ceased as he began to trail kisses down the side of his neck, over his bunched up shirt, and finally connecting his mouth to one of Dennis’s pecs. The other hand massaged gently as he licked and sucked at the bud, his teeth occasionally scraping at it. Dennis weaved his hands through Robby’s hair, whining and moaning at all the sensations.
The older man left a trail of kisses from one side to the other, giving the opposite nipple the same treatment. Once both of Dennis’s pecs were properly covered in spit, bite marks, and hickies, Robby trailed his kisses back up, rejoining their lips in another heated kiss. He slowed the pace slightly, taking pleasure in swallowing down the younger man’s moans as he ground their hips together.
Eventually, Robby pulled his face away to stare at Dennis’s no doubt wonton expression.
“So pretty.” He spoke lowly as his hand shifted to Dennis’s jaw, pulling it open so he could perfectly aim a wad of spit into his mouth. Dennis happily swallowed it down, opening his mouth again for another and sticking his tongue out. Like a damn dog.
Robby gladly obliged, chuckling as he gathered more saliva before he spat it directly onto his tongue.
“Take your pants off, baby. It’s time to roll over and get what you came here for.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dennis quickly scrambled to remove his pants, his underwear following suit before he repositioned himself at the top of the bed on his stomach.
“Come on, raise your ass up, just like that. Good boy.” Robby’s large, warm hands guided him until he was kneeling with his chest pressed to the mattress. It was a humiliating position and only served to make Dennis’s cock ache from where it hung uselessly between his legs.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He mumbled into the sheets, the floaty feeling in his head becoming harder to push back in favor of lucid thoughts.
“You’re welcome, baby. Let me put some pillows under you cause I know you won’t be able to hold yourself up once I get started.” While it wasn’t technically a threat, the words had Dennis’s mind swimming with ideas of what was about to happen.
Once a sizable stack was placed below Dennis’s hips, his dick brushing gently against the top most pillow, he patiently awaited Robby’s touch. The anticipation had goosebumps blooming across his skin, the feverish temperature of it contrasting with the cool air of the room. The first connection came in the form of a gentle rub, but it didn’t stop Dennis from flinching slightly at the surprise. For a moment Robby just rubbed and massaged his ass cheeks, warming up the area before he leant his entire weight over his back. It pushed Dennis into the bed in the most delicious way, the crushing weight furthering the static in his brain.
“If anything gets too much, you tell me to stop.” He murmured lowly, directly in Dennis’s ear before placing a chaste kiss just below it. The hot breath against the shell of his ear sent a chill down his spine. He managed to reply with a soft grunt.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, sir.”
“‘Yes, sir’ what?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll tell you to stop.” Dennis struggled through the words, his brain having to pull all of his energy in order to word anything coherent.
“Good boy.”
The praise had Dennis back to melting, his eyes closing as his hands twisted in the sheets. He couldn’t help but grind his dick into the pillows, a sticky string of precum connecting the two surfaces.
The first spank was softer than Dennis expected, but it caught him off guard, nonetheless. His torso was jolted further into the bed as his whole body shifted, a sharp gasp leaving him involuntarily, followed by a guttural moan.
The second and third slaps were just as soft, but the fourth, fifth, and sixth all increased in sharpness. Each new hit pulled some sort of noise out of Dennis, mostly gasps and moans mixed with each other. The seventh was hard, the noise echoing off the walls as his ass stung with the force.
“Fuck!” Dennis exclaimed, pushing his face harder into the pillow as he rocked his dick against that pile, the pain and pleasure skyrocketing straight to the neurons in this brain.
The eighth slap reminded Dennis of how large Robby’s hands were, the entire thing spanning across both cheeks, the center of it being right above his hole.
The ninth brought tears to his eyes, and the tenth came in quick succession afterwards, causing them to spill down his face.
“Daddy,” he moaned out, unsure what exactly he was calling for.
“Yes, baby?”
The only response Dennis could give was to shake his head, the movement spreading the wetness on his cheeks all around.
“No more?” This was the gentle and caring side of Robby that Dennis loved just as much as the rough and domineering. It was seen much rarer than any other side of the man, but Dennis cherished it all the same. His smooth, gentle tone and calming aura leaked into every crack of Dennis’s pores.
He whined, shaking his head again, unsure of what he was even asking for.
“Don’t know, baby? Spanks making you feel too dumb to think? Want Daddy to tell you what you want?” Dennis nodded eagerly into the silky pillowcase, his mind numbingly blank for the time being.
Robby leant over Dennis again, this time wrapping an arm underneath to start lazily jerking him off. His dick twitched at the touch, leaking steadily into the older man’s fingers. Dennis could feel Robby’s beard brushing against the shell of his ear as he spoke close.
“I think you want Daddy to fuck your dumb little whore mind even more stupid cause I don’t think this leaky thing will last much longer.” He emphasized his words by squeezing the head of Dennis’s cock until he started to squirm from the pain. “Maybe then I’ll flip you over and ring your pretty little neck til you come untouched. How does that sound, baby?”
“Fffffuckkkkkk…” Dennis let the word stretch into the air, bucking his hips into Robby’s hand to demonstrate his approval.
“Let’s open you up then.” Robby lifted off him, sitting back as he spread Dennis’s sore and reddening cheeks. “Looks like somebody already did. Just too eager to get my cock inside you, huh, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, please.” Dennis begged, his voice sounding far away and like it didn’t belong to him.
“We gotta make sure it’s nice and wet at least. You know how big Daddy is. Don’t wanna stretch your sweet pussy past its limits.”
Dennis moaned loudly at the description, pushing his hips back into Robby’s hold.
The sensation of Robby’s warm, wet tongue on his hole had Dennis startling a bit before he gripped tighter at the bed sheets. The older man licked a few long stripes across before diving fully in, allowing his spit to collect at the front of his tongue to moisten the hole as he wriggled the muscle inside. The brush of his beard felt slightly uncomfortable against his beaten ass, but the sensation of Robby’s tongue exploring inside him was too pleasurable to beat. Dennis whined and moaned at the feeling, pushing back into the man’s face as he gripped tightly at his waist.
After a few more licks on the outside, Robby sat up spitting into his own hand and rubbing it along his cock to get it slick. Dennis could feel the push of the head against his hole as Robby’s other hand landed between his shoulder blades, pushing him deeper into the mattress.
“Keep your ass nice and high for me, baby. Wanna hit your cervix on the first try.”
Dennis gasped at the statement just as much as he gasped at the sharp, quick thrust Robby entered him with. Just as promised, Robby slammed immediately into Dennis’s prostrate like he knew his insides like the back of his hand.
“Fuck, you feel so good, kid. Squeeze me perfectly like you were just made for me. My own slice of heaven, my little angel.”
Dennis moaned wantonly, scrambling for something of Robby to hold onto as he started to thrust harshly. The religious imagery had his mind spinning. He knew Robby didn’t give a shit about heaven or hell or angels, that he didn’t believe in any of that shit. His own religion he loosely followed didn’t even have an afterlife structure like that. But Robby was nothing if not a sexually torturous genius. Dennis’s background just screamed sexually repressed religious upbringing, and Robby was ready to use anything he could to get into Dennis’s head and break down his walls for his own sexual gratification.
For Dennis’s pleasure, too, obviously, if the way he was moaning and drooling into the pillow was any proof.
“You’re such a good, well-behaved boy. Perfectly pliant for Daddy’s dick any time I want. Maybe I’ll have to come over to your place sometime. Wait til your roommate’s not home, maybe you’ll have fallen asleep by then, all cozy in your bed. I bet you’d look so cute when I easily slide my dick into you without even waking you up.” The sentence was punctured with a slow slide of Robby’s dick into his hole, the mental image of the older man breaking into his room to fuck him while he slept making his body hot and his dick even harder.
The juxtaposition felt odd: helping care for people and save lives by day, and being a horny little freak by night fucking his former boss who also spent his days saving lives and running an entire emergency department.
Everyone needed an outlet, though.
“You’re such a heavy sleeper, I doubt you’d even wake up. Doesn’t matter, though, you’d still be moaning like a bitch in heat, taking me so good like the whore you are. Probably wouldn’t even need any prep, either. You were made to ride my dick, isn’t that right baby?” He leant over Dennis’s back, grabbing his wrists to pin them to the bed. The weight pressed his chest into the sheets, the friction on his sore nipples riding the line of pleasure and pain.
“Come on, aren’t you gonna say anything? Or are you too stupid?”
“No,” Dennis panted out. “Not stupid.”
“Sound a little dumb to me, kid.”
“Mm-mm.” The mattress rubbed his curls into his sweaty forehead as he shook his head in protest.
“What do you want then? What do you fantasize about when you touch yourself?”
“Daddy…”
“Well, duh. But what else, baby, come on you can tell me, we have no secrets.”
It was a staunch lie, but Dennis didn’t care in the moment. Robby could have his secrets outside their arrangement, hell Dennis had his too, but the idea that they were tied this closely in every facet of their being had Dennis grinding into the pillow below him.
“Daddy’s hands…”
“What about my hands?”
“Handprints…”
“Oh yeah? Like this?” Robby squeezed tightly at Dennis’s waist, causing him to shout highly, before pushing back onto his dick desperately.
“Want me to leave marks on you for everyone to see?”
“Yeah-huh.” Dennis nodded, his mind lost to all the pleasure consuming his entire body.
“Good answer.” Robby sat back, gripping at Dennis’s waist tightly as he picked up his pace, leaving a harsh spank across his butt with no warning.
The loud noise of Robby’s balls slapping against his ass rang throughout the room as he thrust hard and fast. The roll of his hips was delicious, Dennis doing his best to try pushing back into the sensation.
“More,” he groaned. “More, please, sir.”
“Yeah? Think you’ve been good enough for it?”
“Please, Daddy, I’ve been good.” Dennis couldn’t remember thinking of any of the words before they spilled out his mouth, the constant flow of vowels and constants releasing like word vomit. “So good for you, always.”
“Good for me? Cause you’re mine right?”
There it was. Robby’s one foil. Of course everything they did and said was a turn on for him; if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t be doing it, it’s how things worked for the both of them. But the possessiveness was Robby’s thing.
Dennis had noticed it long before they had started hooking up. Noticed it way back in the Pitt when his attraction was merely just an admiring crush. It was in the touches: the shoulders, the back of the neck, the lower back. The way he called Dennis into every case he could, even if his plate was already full. The way he stopped pairing him off with the other residents, taking him under his wing and mentoring him to the fullest. At first, Dennis just thought he was really lucky— his chief senior attending wanted to teach him everything he knew, and he wasn’t even a resident yet. But there was something else to it, something… more personal.
Robby liked having something to own.
Something to control, and man did Dennis allow himself to be controlled. He pliantly went where he was pulled, listened to every command Robby gave, and learned dutifully under his watch. He was the perfect object. And he liked it that way.
“All yours, Dr. Robby, all yours.” The title was only brought out when they reached this point. Dennis knew it made him feel the most powerful, the most in change over him.
“Such a good pet, fuck. You’re mine, Whitaker, all mine.”
“Forever.”
“Forever.”
It was a promise they never spoke about outside of the sex. Dennis wasn’t even sure if that’s what he wanted. Never really allowed himself to think about it lest he get his hopes up and ruin what they already had.
He had to admit, though, he wouldn’t be mad if some rich doctor daddy with a high paying salary and great dick game wanted to stake his claim over him. It just so happened that this one in particular was one of the most handsome men he’d ever laid eyes on, too.
Dennis gasped as Robby easily flipped him onto his back, the older man’s handsome face finally coming into view as it stared down at him. He lifted his chin, stretching out his throat as he felt Robby reenter him with sloppier thrusts, a sure sign he would reach his climax soon.
The hand around his throat was warm and big, fingers coming to squeeze expertly in just the right places to cut off air flow without doing any lasting damage. The resulting high was nothing like Dennis had ever felt before. If he thought his mind was putty earlier, he didn’t even know how to describe this. His gaze shook slightly as he attempted to suck in more air, to no avail. His hands gripped tightly at the bed sheets as Robby studied his face, obviously looking for any signs of danger.
Eventually he let go, Dennis’s lungs filling back with air as he panted, Robby’s rhythmic thrusts never faltering.
He allowed the young man a few seconds to breathe before his hand wrapped around his throat once more, grip just as steady as before. Dennis’s eyes rolled to the back of head, his mouth parting in a silent moan as he teetered on the edge of euphoria. Robby’s grip slacked just slightly, his hand staying in place as he diligently thrusted into the younger man’s slack body.
“Gonna… come…” Dennis croaked out, moans and whines being punched out of him at every thrust.
“Me too. Let’s do it together, baby.” That sweet side again.
After a few more rolls of his hips, Robby’s thrusts became dangerously sloppy and Dennis quickly reached for his other hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Robby squeezed around his neck again, giving a few hard thrusts before he spilled inside, a growled out “mine” erupting from his chest. The combined sensations of everything had Dennis coming not long after, completely untouched. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, and it for sure wasn’t gonna be the last.
The hand around his throat was released, resolved by Robby’s warm lips leaving kisses on the indented skin. Dennis’s eyes drifted closed at the feeling, a sleepy wave crashing over him.
“Mm, Robby.” He was barely able to mumble out the words, the vibrations probably doing more to catch the man’s attention than his low volume.
“Hm?”
“Can I stay the night?”
Robby had transitioned to lazily leaving hickies along the ridge of Dennis’s neck that he’d for sure need to cover with a turtleneck at work tomorrow.
“Sure.”
“Are you sure?” Dennis was nervous to cross any boundaries or lines in fear of Robby dropping him in favor of someone he was less tangled with. He knew what a complicated no-strings-attached situation could look like— he didn’t want to be the clingy one.
“If it means I don’t have to get up and walk you to the door, I’m more than happy to cuddle all night.”
Dennis was satisfied enough with the answer to let himself fall back fully against the pillows in exhaustion; he was ready for sleep to overtake him at any moment. He kept his eyes closed, allowing himself to be easily moved as Robby situated them more comfortably on the bed, only cringing slightly when he pulled out, cum leaking onto the sheets below. Despite his earlier protests of walking him to the door, Dennis could hear as Robby got water and snacks from the kitchen before wetting a wash cloth in the en-suite. The routine was familiar, the same order every time, but it didn’t stop him from jumping at the cold sensation running over his hole.
“Shhh, baby, it’s ok.”
Dennis sighed out, letting his body deflate fully and be taken care of. Like everything else, it hadn’t been discussed, but Dennis could tell the aftercare routine was part of Robby’s control, his need to dominate even in caretaking. After he got Dennis all cleaned up, he tugged him into a sitting position with just a bit of difficulty. A sleeping young man was a dead weight if Dennis could ever describe one.
“Let me change your shirt and have some water, and then we can sleep ok?”
“Hmm.”
“Words, Den.”
“Yes, Daddy.” In his sleepy haze, he’d carried the term into a more domestic light, but Robby didn’t seem to mind.
“Good boy.” He kissed the top of his head before pulling off the tshirt he had arrived in over his head, replacing it with one of his own, something that was probably older than Dennis. The worn, aged fabric felt softer than anything he owned.
“Come on baby, drink some water for me. For Daddy.” Dennis slightly parted his lips, enough for Robby to pour some water into his mouth, waiting for him to swallow it before pouring some more. The cool water felt good on his raw throat but he couldn’t stop his desire to lay down as soon he the cup was emptied.
“No snacks.” He mumbled sleepily, his face pressed into the pillow as he was already part way to sleep.
“No snacks," Robby repeated. “But I’m making breakfast in the morning.”
“Mm.” Dennis hummed in agreement. He could feel Robby hovering over him, his fingers brushing his growing curls behind his ear. “Daddy drink…”
“What was that?”
“Daddy have water.”
“I did baby.” The fond smile was evident in his voice, or maybe Dennis was tiredly imagining things.
“Good.”
“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep.”
“Yes, sir.” Dennis yawned, snuggling into the expensive blankets as he felt Robby settle down behind him. Strong, warm arms wrapped around his middle, pulling him close.
“Goodnight, Dennis.”
“Goodnight, Robby.”
It wasn’t long before the world of sleep consumed him, the butterflies in his stomach a problem for tomorrow.