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Being in a relationship with Dr. Robby wasn’t too different from when Dennis started at the Pitt. After all, they were still wading through their getting-to-know-each-other phase. Some days felt more awkward than others, like on those days Dr. Robby is just as handsy as he was that first day, and Dennis can’t tell if it's because he wants to drag him to the empty wing of the hospital and have his way with him, or if it was another reason.
Other days, Dennis is even discovering things about himself. Perhaps it could be explained by the heat of the moment, making him delirious and unable to think in his right mind, or maybe he was just now discovering something he’s genuinely into.
“Dennis, baby,” Robby says with a laugh, “I gotta,” but Dennis cuts him off, pressing his lips to the older man’s. “Whitaker,” Robby says after he’s ended the kiss, a stern edge to his voice like they were back in the Pitt, and not in his bed.
“Hmm?” Dennis hums against Robby’s lips. If Robby truly needed to get away, he easily could. After all, he established earlier on how eager and willing he was to manhandle him. And with the way Robby’s hand tightened around Dennis’ hips, he wasn’t helping.
“Dennis,” Robby says after pulling away once more, their lips coming apart with a soft smack. Just a single word, and Dennis can hear the uneasy tone of it. Dennis didn’t want to say it was unlike Robby, more so, he rarely showed that side of himself.
It always seemed like Robby needed to have control at all times, even if it was just a sliver. Even at their most intimate in the comfort of Robby’s bed, sweaty and sated, Robby needed it.
Dennis first saw it when Robby pushed him away after he found him crying. Dennis tried not to be too hurt. They were all hurting. The second hint of it was when Robby found him later to apologize, his hand a burning weight on Dennis’ shoulder that kept him from walking away.
“It’s okay,” Dennis whispers, just like he did back then. And just like when Robby apologized, he has nearly the same response.
“It’s not,” Robby replies, forcing out an awkward laugh, “I gotta go,” he admits, his hands loosening around Dennis' hips.
“Stay,” Dennis says back, his hands looping around Robby’s neck. When Robby accepts the kiss Dennis presses to his lips, he moves one of his hands down his sweaty chest. All the way down until his hand rests above Robby’s pubic hair.
“Dennis,” Robby pleads.
There was so much he could say, and so much he could think of and say later, but at the moment, he decides to just repeat himself: “it’s okay.” Dennis says, pressing his fingers in softly, right where he knows it’ll stimulate Robby’s bladder.
“Dennis,” Robby repeats, pulling his soft cock free from Dennis’ hole, but not moving off the bed.
Dennis smiles in triumph, his legs moving to wrap around Robby’s waist. They grunt together when their cocks rub together in a mess of lube, sweat, and cum. Speaking of, Dennis has to bite his lip to stifle his gasp when he feels Robby cum trickle from his hole. What’s another mess when you already have the first? Dennis thought to himself.
“On me,” Dennis whispers, lying back on his forearms. His cock gives a valiant twitch at the better view he gets of Robby's scrunched-up expression, almost looking like how he did moments ago, seconds away from orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” Robby whispers, “oh fuck,” he repeats, his voice a breathy whimper when the stream hits Dennis.
Dennis lets out a loud gasp, the noise closer to a moan than a gasp. He jumps when the warmth hits him, splashing across his chest to mix with the sweat and cum already there. “Holy fuck,” he says, looking up to meet Robby’s eyes when it ends in a few weak drops.
“Dennis,” Robby whispers, his eyes looking defeated the moment he opens them, but Dennis doesn’t let him, pulling him roughly down into a kiss with a hand around the back of his neck. Robby’s apology is soon swallowed by Dennis’ tongue, replaced instead with a moan directly into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Dennis says against Robby’s mouth, feeling his cock beginning to grow hard again.
“Freak,” Robby corrects, but Dennis is unsure if he’s talking to him, or himself. There’s a fondness to his tone, the heat of it washing over Dennis as Robby dips down into another kiss.