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A loud knock on the door made Dennis groan. Who on earth was at the apartment? Trinity wouldn't be home for another three hours and he wasn't expecting anyone. He was finally relaxing, curled up on their couch with a good book and some hot coffee.
But no, the universe said now is the time for unexpected visitors. Right when they are going to reveal some key information in the Agatha Christie novel he was reading. Perfect timing.
Dennis berudgingly walked to the door, opening it with an annoyed expression, ready to tell whatever telemarketer or Mormon that was there where exactly they can shove their-
"Oh," Dennis blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes, "Ogilvie."
"Hi," Ogilvie greeted, a bright smile on his face, "I um-" he glanced down the hall and lowered his voice, "I felt bad about your... panties so I just-"
He extended a large present bag to Dennis who took it with some mild confusion. He moved away from the door, allowing Ogilvie to come inside before shutting it behind him. "So you got me a gift?" Dennis asked walking back over to the couch with a yawn.
James followed shortly behind him, his shoes neatly tucked by the front door. "Yeah. I couldn't find them and you said they were your favourite so..."
Dennis flopped down on the couch, extending his legs and placing the gift in between his thighs. Ogilvie lifted his ankles and sat down on the other end of the couch, placing Dennis' legs in his lap. Dennis hummed, removing copious amounts of tissue paper before uncovering a sheet of white paper that appeared to be wrapped around fabric.
He got him new underwear? Dennis couldn't help but smile when he unwrapped a pair of black briefs, not even particularly sexy underwear just briefs.
"I didn't know if you were a boxers or briefs kind of guy, so I got some of each." James said simply.
Dennis smiled at him, "I mean I've never really worn boxers-" Dennis opened up another pair, red briefs, "but I like underwear to be fitted, so briefs are probably best."
James nodded, gathering all the tissue paper as Dennis opened about ten different pairs of briefs and boxers. He hadn't had the opportunity-or the money-to get new underwear, but now he had more than enough.
"The rest are um-" James scratched the back of his neck, "well more like your other ones. I kind of got carried away though because I kept thinking about what you'd look like in things and then I just kept buying stuff."
Dennis laughed and opened up the next pair of underwear, finding a red lace pair of cheeky panties that was almost identical to his last pair. Expect this one was so much softer. He added it to the small pile of underwear he began building on the coffee table before excitedly moving on to the next.
Blue lace, similar to the last with a little bow in the front. Next, black lace that covered a lot less. Next, a satin red thong with little bows on the sides. Dennis hummed, "it seems I'm getting less and less coverage as time goes on," he mused, the flimsy fabric hanging from his finger.
James swallowed and nodded, "I just thought about seeing you in it and I-" he looked away as Dennis stared, his cheeks flushed.
"Maybe I can try stuff on for you sometime," Dennis remarked as he tossed the thong into the pile and moved onto the next one, finding a hot pink lacy g-string with cutouts where his hips would lie, as though there could be less coverage from a g-string. Dennis snapped the elastic on the side biting his lip as he stared down at the panties. Clearly James had intentions to fuck him in each of these, and Dennis was more than happy to oblige.
"I think this colour will look really nice against your skin tone," James said, his voice low as his hand snaked up the leg of Dennis' sweatpants.
"Mhmm," Dennis held them up, "that's why you chose these. Right."
"You'll also look ridiculously sexy in them, but I don't want to be a huge pervert."
"Says the man who got me," Dennis looked into the bag, "I mean there must be at least twenty more pairs in here."
"It's not all underwear," James defended, gently rubbing Dennis' calf.
Curious, Dennis opened another pair, finding a dark blue lacy g-string. Then, a red g-string.. Then, a sheer pair of black panties with a pink lace trim, a bow in the front and in the back, right above a massive cutout where Dennis' ass would be. He giggled and held the pair up, "But you don't want to be a huge pervert," he teased.
James said nothing, simply sucking his teeth and then smiling instead. Dennis opened the next one, finding a lacy blue pair of panties with a rather large bow in the back, which was essentially the only thing covering his ass. He furrowed his brows at the bow, if it came untied, surely the whole thing came down with it, right?
He was blushing now, his eyes meeting James' over the pair of light blue lace. "It unties in the back." James said, biting his bottom lip after as his eyes trailed over Dennis' body as though he could already see him wearing these.
Dennis added it to the pile and opened the next, finding something similar in pink lace. Finally he reached the bottom of the bag with only two neatly wrapped packages. He opened one, finding a sheer white babydoll slip, complete with a garter and garter belt, and some sheer white stockings. Huh. White. And finally, the last package was a set of plaid pajamas, they were soft and Dennis already knew they would be perfectly cozy.
"Thought I was going a bit... overboard," James said simply, "and if you don't want to wear it you don't have to. At all. I just—you had those red lacy panties so I figured you'd be fine with wearing... pretty stuff. I didn't really think about how this stuff is kind of inherently feminine and it might feel weird-"
"James," Dennis gave him a look and the med student quickly shut up, muttering a soft apology. "I like it. Lingerie is... feminine I suppose, but it doesn't really make me feel dysphoric. I guess because of the context I would wear it in... but this is definitely fine. And I like how obviously excited you are by this," Dennis smirked, punctuating his last statement by running his socked foot over Ogilvie's crotch.
He was half-hard and Dennis knew if he put something from this pile on, he'd be at full-attention.
But Trinity said they couldn't have sex here.
James grabbed the bag and threw it to the ground, taking it's place between Dennis' thighs. He smashed their lips together, one of his hands sliding up Dennis' leg and under his loose shirt. Dennis sighed against him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer. James took this as a signal to grind into him, rolling his hips forward until his bulge met Dennis' pubis, whining into the kiss.
Dennis moaned as he began steadily grinding against him, clearly intent on getting off this way as he humped against him like a dog in heat. The friction had waves of pleasure rolling through Dennis too, each roll of his hips grinding his cock against his clothed cunt. The extra friction all the layers of clothing provided was giving Dennis a perfect amount of soft subtle stimulation. It likely would not lead to an orgasm, but he would at least reach some kind of a peak.
He almost wanted to give into Ogilvie's intention to dry-hump like teenagers on the couch until they both came in their pants. But he couldn't do it. He wouldn't do anything on Trinity's couch.
"We can't-" Dennis managed to gasp out between desperate kisses as Ogilvie gripped his hips tighter, whimpering into his mouth as he rutted against him with more force, the couch was even shaking slightly. So desperate. Had he not even touched himself since they hooked up over a week ago or something? Desperation like this was certainly not normal. "Not here-" Dennis mumbled again, gently tugging on James' hair, which only got him a low groan and a twitch of his cock in the confines of his pants.
"Bedroom?" James asked, not waiting for a response as he lifted Dennis up from the couch. He glanced around and began walking to Dennis' bedroom, his lips now softly brushing against the older boy's neck as they moved. Dennis was still shocked with the ease Ogilvie carried him with. He didn't look particularly muscular, but when he exerted himself like this Dennis could see the way his biceps bulged. He always had a thing for muscles.
Dennis instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist, "no. I mean we can't. Not in my apartment."
James looked around, brows furrowed, "Trinity isn't here. She's working, no?"
"No—I mean yes, she is—but we can't have sex here. She told me we can't," Dennis explained, sighing as James put him down onto the bed.
"This isn't sex—not technically." James said, biting his lip as he lowered himself on top of Dennis.
"Don't think she's going to like us using a loophole," Dennis rolled his eyes, twirling a strand of Ogilvie's hair absentmindedly. He stopped when Ogilvie leaned into the touch.
James whined, "she's not gonna know. Please?"
Dennis sighed, a large part of him just wanting to say fuck it and get Ogilvie's cock out of those sweats, but Trinity said they can't have sex here.
But... if there wasn't even direct contact, it's like they did nothing. Just something to get his nerves buzzing and his blood flowing.
No harm no foul.
"Fine. But there has to be a layer of clothing between us at all times, got it?" Dennis pointed a finger at his chest and James nodded eagerly.
"One layer?" Ogilvie asked, already pulling down his sweats, "as in this is fine?" His underwear followed, his cock smacking against his abdomen, hard and leaking. Dennis pulled his lip between his teeth, nodding absentmindedly as he reached out and slowly pulled his foreskin back, watching as his cock twitched in his grip, a bead of precum dripping down the shaft. Dennis had to fight the urge to drool, the tip was pink and sticky with precum, pulsing softly as James held himself back. He clearly wanted more stimulation, but he was being so well behaved, letting Dennis stare and rub his finger over the slit without complaint. There was nothing Dennis wanted more than to take it into his mouth, but that was definitely too far. He settled instead for licking his finger clean and leaning back, looking up at Ogilvie expectantly.
"That's fine I suppose." Dennis said quietly, trying not to sound desperate, but he couldn't help spreading his legs a little wider, his body already begging for friction.
"Can I-" Ogilvie tugged at Dennis' sweats, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Dennis flushed, "uh maybe-" panicking slightly as he remembered what ridiculous panties he was wearing.
"Cute," James muttered, clearly already catching a glimpse of his black panties with a cartoon cow on the front that said 'Moo-nday'. Probably one of the most embarrassing pairs he owned. Most of his other underwear were completely plain or a simple print. But of course today of all days Dennis decided to wear his comfortable yet stupid looking day of the week panties. At least it was actually Monday... Moo-nday.
"They're comfy, okay?" Dennis defended, huffing as he helped James fully remove his sweats.
"Okay. Can I cum on them?" James asked, grinding forward, his cock sliding between Dennis' folds over the panties.
Dennis sighed, placing a hand overtop Ogilvie's cock to hold it in place at his center. "Yeah whatever, they're old anyways. I'll throw them out after."
James nodded and buried his face in Dennis' neck, kissing and sucking as his hips began moving at a steady pace. Dennis relaxed into the pleasure, his hand pressing down particularly hard when James' cockhead rubbed against his clit. He hooked his ankles behind Ogilvie's back and one of his hands found the back of the younger boy's neck.
James was whining against his skin, biting his neck whenever he felt particularly good. This earned him multiple smacks on the back of his head from Dennis, after which he would profusely apologize. The soft friction and the heat between them as Dennis' body thrumming with pleasure, but it just wasn't enough. He was growing more wet by the second, his body clearly begging for something more.
But this was as far as they could go. Dennis would just have to use his vibrator later if he was still unsatisfied.
With Dennis' growing wetness and the precum dripping from Ogilvie's cock, his panties were progressively getting more and more soaked. The fabric almost felt thinner the more wet it got, the barrier between them feeling smaller as Dennis got more aroused. He felt his body was slowly building to a soft peak, he slid his hand into Ogilvie's hair and gripped it tightly as his breath grew shakier with each passing second. He could tell James was close too, his hips moving erratically and out of rhythm.
Dennis felt a soft ripple of pleasure course through his body, and his thighs tightened around Ogilvie's hips as he came. "Mmm!" Dennis moaned, the soft sound being the only sign of his rather anti-climactic climax.
James stuttered to a halt, and he whimpered in Dennis' ear. Dennis prepared himself to feel a soft wetness hit his abdomen or soak the front of his panties further, but he felt no such thing. He turned his head slightly in an attempt to look at Ogilvie, only for the med student to remove his head from his neck to face him head on.
"Did you just fake an orgasm?" James asked accusatorily.
Dennis laughed, "no. I didn't have an orgasm, I just came."
"You can't cum without having an orgasm," Ogilvie argued, his cock twitching wildly between them, clearly deprived of a release.
"Are you seriously arguing with me about what my body can and cannot do?" Dennis asked, raising an eyebrow.
James cleared his throat, "well, no-but you're supposed to have an orgasm."
"I'm supposed to?" Dennis gave him an annoyed look, "I'm so sorry I didn't do what I'm supposed to do, let me just-" he cleared his throat and threw his head back, pretending to very theatrically have an orgasm. He moaned loudly, one of his hands moving to grip the sheets by his head, "oh James! Oh-right there-" he cut himself off with a loud cry and then turned back to James, giving him a pointed look. Ogilvie's cock twitched in it's place and he swallowed hard.
James glared at him and groaned, "that's not what I meant. I meant this arrangement needs to be mutually beneficial. That's the whole point. I can't get off if you don't."
Dennis tilted his head back up, looking at James in the eye, finding him flushed with his lips slightly pursed. "Awe, so you're edging yourself on purpose because you don't want to feel like a pathetic loser that can't make me cum?"
Ogilvie groaned, dropping his head into Dennis' chest, his cock twitching again between them. "Stop trying to make me mad on purpose. Just—is this good for you? I know we can't do more, but does it feel good?"
Dennis gave him a small smile, feeling a bit bad for torturing him so much. But it was oh so fun. "It feels good, sometimes when I want more friction I ride my pillow so I like this. But it's kind of hard to have an orgasm from just this."
James' eyes trailed upwards towards Dennis' pillow, looking at it with an envious glint. Dennis chuckled at this. "Do you have an orgasm when you use your pillow?" James asked, moving back to eye-level as he stared hard at the older boy.
Dennis tried not to laugh at him again, pursing his lips, "mhmm. Sometimes. Are you jealous of my pillow?"
James pouted and looked away, but Dennis felt his cock twitch, the poor thing now an angry red as it leaked against Dennis' panties. A sick perverted idea suddenly popped into Dennis' mind, making him eager for more stimulation. "Want me to use your face like I use my pillow?"
For some odd reason this caused James' face to light up, looking like he just won the lottery. Or, in Ogilvie's case, got the ER residency position at The Pitt. He nodded eagerly and flipped them over so Dennis was now on top of him, staring up at him with anticipation.
James must really like being used.
Dennis figured that was why this worked so well, because he really liked using James.
He moved up James' body until he was straddling his face, hovering just above him. James brought his hands to Dennis' thighs, trying to force the older boy's weight down onto his face, clearly thrilled about this.
"Just wait," Dennis said with a sigh, grabbing Ogilvie's scalp and using it to tilt his head up slightly, getting his face into the perfect position for Dennis to rub his clit against his nose. That stupidly perfect nose that he thought about riding more than once.
He technically already had, or at least got off on it. And it was perfect.
Dennis lowered himself down and James immediately moaned against him, the vibration caused a wave of pleasure to roll through Dennis. He shuddered and rocked his hips forward, feeling the tip of Ogilvie's nose nudge against his sensitive clit. He whined, rolling his hips again and again, throwing his head back in pleasure at the perfect friction it created.
Ogilvie's hands were gripping tight on his thighs, and Dennis could only imagine this was pure torture for him, which only made him more aroused. He felt James open his mouth beneath him, licking and slobbering at whatever found it's way to his mouth. Whether it was Dennis' perinium or his clit through his panties, he just seemed happy to have something to occupy his mouth with.
Dennis absentmindedly wondered if Ogilvie would eat his ass if he wanted him to. He had never done any kind of ass play, but maybe he could try it with James.
Dennis rolled his hips backwards, pressing his clit against James' mouth, which the younger boy quickly took as a sign to suck him overtop his panties. He sucked him into his mouth hard, clearly trying to compensate for the layer between them, though at this point Dennis' panties were so soaked with salvia, cum, slick, and even sweat, that it didn't feel like there was a barrier. Dennis gasped and tried to roll his hips forward again, but Ogilvie's grip on his hips was far too tight as he sucked Dennis' clit hard, determined to give the older boy an orgasm.
"James," Dennis gasped out, already feeling an orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. He wanted more. He wanted something inside of him to clench around when he came. "Fingers, put your fingers inside," he moaned when James hummed softly, his clit still in his mouth. Dennis tilted his hips forward, rolling his hips forward in a smooth motion against James' face. Suddenly all he could think about was getting off, completely neglecting his own rules.
Fingers inside of him was most definitely not a layer of clothing in between them, but it didn't count if he was basically using Ogilvie like a sex toy.
He felt the med student's cold hands against his ass, one hand pulling his panties to the side while two of his fingers prodded against his entrance. Dennis shuddered at the cold, but immediately sighed with pure relief when those thick fingers slid inside of him with ease. Dennis went back to rocking his hips against James' face in a steady rhythm as the med student tried desperately to find Dennis' g-spot.
Dennis began moving faster, his orgasm building slowly with each wave of pleasure brought on by the rolling of his hips. James' fingers jabbed against his g-spot and Dennis' entire body stuttered, his hands-which had both found their way to James' hair-began shaking. "There!" He moaned, "fuck, do it again," he tightened his grip and rolled his hips down harder, his clit pressing firmly against Ogilvie's nose. He wondered if James could even breathe properly like this, but he didn't care all that much.
James, being the rule-follower he was, began thrusting his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, his mouth returning to it's desperate slobbering from earlier as he tried his best to give Dennis more stimulation anywhere he could. Dennis was practically riding his nose at this point, his head thrown back in pleasure as he felt his orgasm slowly taking over his body. The loud slick sounds of James' fingers penetrating him, skin against skin, and the med student whimpering beneath him only added to the erotic atmosphere that had his pleasure spilling over.
With a sharp gasp of, "James!" Dennis' orgasm seized his entire body, squirting as he came so hard he swore he saw stars. His fluids flowed out of his panties and all over Ogilvie's face as his entire body shook violently. Ogilvie, clearly loving this, didn't stop his ministrations at all, in fact he moaned against him and lapped at every bit of fluid that escaped the soaked fabric he could while his fingers continued pounding into Dennis' cunt as it spasmed. It was definitely difficult for him to breathe at this point, Dennis' entire weight now resting on his face, suffocating him with his cum soaked underwear. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" Dennis whined, lifting his hips in an attempt to move away from the stimulation. Ogilvie was having none of this, and slammed Dennis' hips back down with force and sucked his clit into his mouth, clearly not caring if he couldn't breathe.
Dennis tried to pull away, to push James' head away, anything. His body was so overstimulated and he felt as though he was going to cum again, despite the fact that his body still felt like it was in orgasm. "Too much," Dennis groaned, fighting weakly against James' tight grip on him as the pleasure slowly melted away every functioning part of his brain. James slapped his ass and slammed his fingers in harder, his mouth still sucking against his clit. Dennis' body folded forward as another orgasm tore through him, his muscles tightening as he, once again, squirted on James' face, this time far less ejaculate escaping from his overstimulated body. A loud scream ripped from Dennis' throat and James simply lapped at him, swallowing every bit of Dennis' bodily fluids he could, whining against Dennis' pussy. Dennis was certain his poor panties were ruined, not that he cared too much, he had about fifty new pairs that weren't horribly corny and stupid like these.
The med student finally stopped stimulating him and removed his fingers. Dennis was so exhausted, by the time Ogilvie flipped him onto his back, he was completely pliant. He felt as though his brain had melted away and he was left a mere vessel that was completely at mercy to his own desires. And the desire to be completely filled was all that occupied his mind. James groaned as he slid his cock between Dennis' soaked folds, still keeping the panties between them, still following Dennis' rules.
"Just a bit more," James groaned into the older boy's ear, his large hand pressing his cock against Dennis' cunt.
Dennis was so sensitive that even the friction felt like heaven on earth. "Take them off," Dennis whined softly, reaching down to attempt to remove his panties, only for his hand to be removed by James and pinned above his head.
"One layer at all times, right?" James said, throwing his own words back at him. He groaned, his hips speeding up as he tried desperately to use Dennis' body to get off. Dennis whined, the speed and stimulation to his overly sensitive clit was too much while simultaneously being not enough.
"Just take them off, rip them, I don't care. Want you inside of me, now," Dennis sighed, the sound coming out much whinier than he was intending.
Ogilvie froze, "you mean it?"
"Fuck-yes! Seriously just-" Dennis cut himself off with a gasp when Ogilvie tore his panties down the middle, grinding his cock against Dennis' folds. Dennis opened his legs wider, and he could feel his vagina pulsing in a steady rhythm as he anticipated James' cock being buried inside of him, so deep he was pressed against his cervix.
"Where are your condoms?" James asked instead, his breathing heavy as he continued grinding against Dennis' bare pussy. Dennis blinked a few times, looking into Ogilvie's imploring eyes. He didn't have any. He never had a purpose for it, and he wasn't going to bring random hookups back to Trinity's place. Shockingly though, Dennis didn't care. The sensible part of his brain was so far gone, the last thing he could even begin to care about was contraception.
Dennis moaned and shook his head, "don't have any. Just fuck me."
"I-" James started looking down, "how about I just eat you out again? Or I can use a toy on you. I know you don't want to get preg-"
"Once in a lifetime opportunity James. Buy me Plan B right after, but fuck me now." Dennis sat up on his elbows, strength slowly building in his body again, "be a good boy and do what I tell you, okay?"
"Mhmm okay," James lined himself up with Dennis' entrance, whining slightly at the stimulation. Dennis had half a mind to feel a bit bad that he would likely cum for a third time before Ogilvie even came once, but he knew James was more than happy with this.
Dennis allowed himself to fall back against the pillows once again as James slowly slid inside, stopping once the head of his cock was fully enveloped in Dennis' warmth. He gasped, shaking slightly as he gripped tight on Dennis' thighs. The older boy blinked at him, unamused. Had he gotten worse in bed somehow?
"What's your problem?" Dennis asked, annoyed as he fixed him with a glare.
James swallowed hard, "sorry. I'm just—I'm really close and you're so wet and tight-"
"So what? You're gonna cum from putting your tip inside of me like some sad sorry virgin?" Dennis rolled his eyes at how pathetic the med student was being. "You're such a loser."
Ogilvie whimpered and nodded, his cock twitching inside of Dennis, "m' sorry. You're right. I wanna make you feel good—I'll be a good boy I promise."
Dennis felt himself throb at the sentiment, which clearly was not helping Ogilvie's current state. He buried his face in Dennis' neck and slowly bottomed out as he breathed shakily, clearly making a conscious effort to not cum. Normally this wasn't something Dennis liked. He didn't like being dominant or in control, but James made him feel different. He liked ordering him around, degrading him and making him feel pathetic.
And most of all, he liked the way he could tell Ogilvie was turned on by it.
Dennis moaned when Ogilvie finally bottomed out, his cockhead brushing against his cervix, the tip leaking precum. It felt different like this—better. Dennis could feel every vein and arterial sitting underneath the sensitive throbbing flesh. He could even feel Ogilvie's foreskin where they connected, pulled back and exposing the shaft, which was twitching wildly inside of him. Dennis smirked to himself, thinking of a rather clever way to torture the med student who was currently gripping his thigh so tight it would surely leave finger shaped bruises.
He moaned softly into James' ear, "good boy James," he whispered, gently nipping at his earlobe. James' cock twitched inside of him as the younger boy came with a pathetic choked out moan of Dennis' name. Dennis felt as James came inside of him, he felt the way his semen shot directly against his cervix. He got a full body reaction from it, a wave of pleasure coursing through him, making him shiver. It felt so... satisfying. Like some deep set biological need was just fulfilled. His cunt throbbed around James and he felt another round of cum spill from him, which had power and pleasure coursing through Dennis' veins.
He just made James cum from three words. Three.
James whimpered and swiftly began pulling out, but Dennis was involuntarily sucking him back in. His pussy had a tight grip on James and did not intend on letting go. "Sorry! Oh fuck," James gasped as a final little spurt of cum spilled out of him. His body shook and he slumped on top of Dennis' as he caught his breath, sniffling softly in the older boy's ear "sorry. I'm really sorry." He muttered against Dennis' shoulder.
Dennis felt tears against his hot flesh and gave Ogilvie a few pats, "it's fine. I kind of liked that," he sighed, clenching around Ogilvie's cock, which was beginning to soften inside of him. He didn't need to have a third orgasm, but it sure would be nice.
"You liked when I came inside you?" James asked, his eyes glistening with tears. Dennis smiled, unable to help the sick feeling in his gut at the sight of James crying.
Christ, what was going on with him?
"Yeah," Dennis started, reaching out to fiddle with a stray curl on Ogilvie's head, noting the way it was slightly wet. "It felt so good my pussy wouldn't even let go of you. Wanted you buried in me until every last drop was inside me."
Ogilvie stared at him, mouth slightly agape, and Dennis felt his cock swell inside of him as the med student got hard again.
Dennis clenched around him and continued, "you like that? You like knowing that my body was craving to be filled with your cum?"
James was still staring, his pupils so dilated Dennis worried he might have some kind of neurological damage. He blinked, once, twice, then three times, clearing his throat. "Can I please cum inside you again?" He asked, his cock already fully hard again inside of Dennis.
Dennis nodded, "sure. You already did it once, no harm in doing it again."
Ogilvie smiled and slowly began pulling out, Dennis could feel the hot semen flowing out alongside him. James pulled all the way out and watched Dennis' cunt as it throbbed, slowly leaking the med student's seed. He groaned and pushed his cock back inside in a single thrust, forcing his load back inside along with it. "So hot," James muttered, gripping the sheets next to Dennis' head as he set a slow, but purposeful pace.
Dennis gasped at the first thrust, James pulled almost his entire length out, agonizingly slow, before slamming back in hard. So hard it forced the air from Dennis' lungs and caused a jolt of pleasure to roll through his oversensitive body. Dennis couldn't blame any stupid decisions he made from here on out on post-orgasm brain fog now, his brain was fully back online. But he couldn't even care about the consequences in this moment. To hell with being rational and cautious, he wanted to be reckless for once in his life.
Each thrust James landed slammed right into his cervix with a wet slap, rocking his body with a deep pleasure that seeped straight into his bones. "So deep," Dennis moaned, his hands finding their way to Ogilvie's shoulders and gripping hard.
"Feels good?" He asked, his voice low as he thrust inside again. His thumb found Dennis' clit, pressing down hard.
Dennis moaned, arching off the bed, "yes! So good. You make me feel so good," he found himself babbling, his eyes fluttering shut when James began rubbing his clit in slow circles. His clit was oversensitive due to overstimulation, so even the smallest touch made him shudder.This had him shaking with pleasure. "Faster—mhmm fuck—faster please." Dennis groaned, the sound low in his throat as James landed another harsh thrust deep inside of him.
Misunderstanding him, James sped up the movement of his thumb, which earned a loud shriek from Dennis. "No," he grabbed James' hand, "slow here," he moved his hand down touching Ogilvie's length that was exposed, "fast here." Dennis moved his hand back to Ogilvie's shoulders, "got it?"
James nodded, "yes," he muttered softly, resting his forehead against Dennis' with a sigh, "slow here," he rubbed Dennis' clit in a slow circle, staring into his eyes. He was pulling out slowly, and Dennis knew what was going to happen, but it still didn't prepare him. Dennis took in a shaky breath once only the tip was inside, blinking at James as he waited. "Fast here," James muttered, slamming back in and pulling out again fast to land another thrust. The pace was brutally fast, but it was exactly what Dennis asked for. Exactly what he wanted—needed—right now.
The bed shook with the force of James' movements, the quiet apartment filling with the loud sounds of skin on skin, and the sounds of their pleasure. "You feel amazing. Even better without a condom," James groaned, his lips moving to Dennis' neck, biting down hard.
"You—you too. So good," Dennis moaned, his nails digging into Ogilvie's back. Each thrust and circle against his clit was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, and as much as he didn't want to fuel James' already supersized ego—he couldn't help it. Praise was just falling from his lips with each movement. "You're so big—so deep—you feel so good inside me," Dennis babbled, entirely unsure what was coming out coherently as he gasped out each word.
"Do you like my cock Dennis?" James asked, clearly the words already going to his head.
"Yes! I like it." Dennis moaned, already nearing his third orgasm of the night as he raked his nails down Ogilvie's back.
"Do you love my cock Dennis?" James moved so he was eye level with the older boy, staring at him intently.
Dennis was far too drunk on pleasure to care what he was saying, as long as James didn't stop doing exactly what he was doing. "Yes—fuck—yes. I love your cock James! Love it-" Dennis cut himself off with a loud cry as Ogilvie suddenly sped up.
"Say my name again," James groaned in his ear, peppering soft kisses along Dennis' neck. The gentleness a stark contrast to the brutal way he was fucking him.
"James!" Dennis cried, tears pooling in his eyes as his third orgasm of the night loomed in his periphery, "James—I'm coming-" Dennis barely managed to gasp out the warning before he was arching off the bed, his thighs tightening on either side of Ogilvie's hips and his nails digging harder into his skin. White hot pleasure soared through his body as his body shook while trying to hold James closer.
"Fuck," James grunted, bottoming out with a harsh thrust as he came, likely pushed over the edge by the way Dennis was pulsing and tightening around his length. "Love your pussy. You're perfection." James relaxed on top of him, kissing his neck as he breathed deeply. Dennis felt his muscles finally relax, every ounce of stress, anger, sadness—any negative emotion that he had been holding inside of him melted away. He was so content as he wrapped his arms around Ogilvie's shoulders, squeezing tight.
He sighed gently kissing James' cheek, "you did so good. That was amazing," he muttered into his ear, feeling James' face heat up.
"Thank you," Ogilvie muttered, he looked at Dennis and smiled, "I'll get this all cleaned up," he said simply before slowly pulling away, beginning to pull his cock out.
Dennis whined "no," he said without a second thought, "stay."
James stared at him, "I'll come back. I just don't want to leave a sticky mess."
Dennis pouted, but he nodded, closing his eyes and allowing his exhausted body to slowly succumb to sleep, "you better."
"I wouldn't dream of leaving you," James whispered, kissing Dennis' cheek sweetly before fully withdrawing.
Dennis was half conscious as James cleaned him up, wiping him with a wet towel and even carefully ensuring all of his cum had safely exited Dennis' body. He felt as James moved his body around, slipping him into new underwear and clothes, and then finally he felt the warmth of his body again. Dennis clung to him, draping his arms around his neck as Ogilvie lifted him from the bed. He relaxed fully when he was sandwiched between Ogilvie and some other soft surface. The weight of his warm body allowing him to finally begin falling asleep.
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A soft ache resonated through Dennis' body when he no longer felt the warmth of Ogilvie's body on his, and he blinked his eyes open, a soft whine falling from his lips as he looked around for James. He was on the couch now, fully dressed and covered with a blanket. He spotted him and muttered, "where are you going?"
James turned to face him and smiled, "I'm just gonna throw your sheets in the wash. Can I borrow a shirt?"
Dennis nodded, nuzzling further into the couch, his mind completely lost to his post orgasm bliss—and he was still barely conscious. Which must have been why he said, "come cuddle when you're done."
He was already half asleep when James returned, removing the blanket from his body and resting his entire body weight on top of Dennis. The older boy wrapped his arms and legs around him, relaxing fully into the comfort it provided before finally falling asleep.
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Dennis woke to the sound of soft chatter coming from the kitchen. He groaned, his hands searching for Ogilvie and finding nothing. "Loud," he muttered, covering his face with the blanket that took Ogilvie's place.
"We got sushi if you want some," Ogilvie said from the kitchen.
We?
Dennis opened his eyes and turned blinking sleepily as he observed the room. Trinity Santos was standing in the kitchen with an all knowing look on her face. He shot up, glancing around for traces of what they did around the small space. Looking down at himself only to find he was fully dressed in clean clothes, even wearing one of the new pairs of briefs Ogilvie got for him.
"Relax, I already know you two fooled around. Dingus told me, he offered to apologize with free food." Trinity took a sip of some bubble tea and Dennis perked up, walking towards the kitchen. "I was mostly joking when I said you guys can't-"
"Okay!" Dennis said, cutting her off before she could utter the words 'puppy-playtime again'. So gross.
James placed a thing of strawberry milk tea in his hand, smiling at him. "I know you like strawberry so I got it for you, and Dr. Santos also helped me pick out sushi that you like," he pointed to the platter of sushi in the middle of the table with a few sides surrounding it. Steamed edamame beans, seaweed salad, calamari, and a small bowl of miso soup for each of them. The sushi itself looked to die for as well. Dennis noted some kind of a mango roll, and both salmon and tuna sashimi—his favourites—and the rest were likely picked out by Trinity.
He had never tried sushi before meeting her—a fact she was appalled by. It was something he never would have tried in Nebraska, and it was far too expensive for him to try when he was just trying to survive in med school. Lucky for him, Trinity decided to be gracious and give him some of his takeout one night after a long shift. He was apprehensive at first—raw fish was entirely unappealing to his rather picky self—but once he tried it, he fell in love.
She was always introducing him to new things that he would have never dreamed of trying in Nebraska, and he was so grateful to her for it. Even if he didn't like something, he enjoyed trying something new.
Dennis stared for a moment, "I don't know if we can eat all of this-" he scratched the back of his neck.
"Should I call Crash for reinforcements?" Santos said, already sitting down and taking a bite of her soup.
Victoria did love sushi, but she would probably hate having a meal with Ogilvie. Her hatred for him had seemingly doubled since she found out that him and Dennis had sex. She already disliked him—which he couldn't blame her for—but after hearing he got into Dennis' pants, she was furious. She went on a rant about how Dennis deserved so much better, and in her words—Ogilvie was a cocky know-it-all asshole who would never be worthy of being his boyfriend. Dennis had reassured he Ogilvie was not his boyfriend, but she was still relentless.
Dennis took a picture of the food in front of them and sent it to her.
DennisTheMenace: *image attached*
DennisTheMenace: free food on one condition
Vic: YUM
Vic: I am already in my car idc about your condition
DennisTheMenace: Ogilvie is here.
DennisTheMenace: so you'd have to eat with him
DennisTheMenace: and play nice
Vic: GROSS.
Vic: please tell me you didn't let him hit AGAIN
Vic: fuck i want sushi
Vic: but i don't want to come out of protest
Vic: he. is. evil.
DennisTheMenace: it's just sex! really good sex... really really good sex
DennisTheMenace: i'm getting laid be happy for me.
Vic: ew! he should not even be allowed near you
Vic: i'm coming because i want sushi
Vic: can i stab him with my chopsticks?
DennisTheMenace: no. i still want him for later
Vic: good god i'm disgusted
Vic: I can't believe you're horny for him
Vic: be there in five
Vic: tell Santos to hold on i'm almost there to save her
Dennis laughed and turned off his phone, "she says she is coming to save you," Dennis said simply, sitting down next to Trinity. Ogilvie set a forth spot and put some miso soup in a bowl for Victoria. Once he was finished he sat down next to Dennis who gave him a look, "no offence, Victoria is not gonna sit next to you. Let's switch."
Trinity groaned, "Victoria doesn't have to sleep in the house you guys just fucked in. She can have Ogilvie next to her."
Dennis groaned, "fine. Stay."
James sat back down quickly and Trinity burst out laughing. "Jesus, you really have him trained. What other tricks does he do?"
Dennis glared at her, "he is a human man. What is with you and making pet play jokes?"
She shrugged, "it's funny. Does he do fetch?"
Dennis laughed and turned to James to make a joke, finding him flushed and fidgeting. Clearly this wasn't a joke to him, he actually liked it. Dennis swallowed and looked down at his food, blushing himself as the image of James on his knees with a collar popped into his mind. Maybe he liked it too.
"How was your shift?" Dennis asked instead, deciding to ignore the subtle tinge of arousal pooling in his gut.
That would have to be something for another day.
Maybe he could even get Ogilvie to bark for him.