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Dennis has been drifting between sleep and consciousness for some time now, the only thing keeping him awake was the glow and quiet commentary from the TV. The painful throb in his neck and shoulder didn't help either but he didn't have any energy to rearrange his position on the couch. Keeps telling himself any minute now, he'll move to actual bed. He just wishes that Robby would come before that.
He doesn't know how much time passes but he finally hears the key turning in the lock followed by the light turning on in the hallway. Dennis hears that Robby tries to be careful, gently setting the keys on the table, softly toeing off his shoes and shedding his jacket but it doesn't matter, Dennis was pulled from sleepiness the moment the door opened.
“Hey, you still up?” Robby asks as he walks into the living room. Sure that his voice is gonna crack from disuse Dennis just hmms an affirmation and beckons for Robby to join him.
“You didn't have to wait up,” Robby all but collapses next to him, throws his leg up on a coffee table and finds his hand with his, squeezing softly.
“Wanted to…” since they got together they didn't really have the time to be together all that much. Sure, they saw each other every day at work but that was different, that was a strict no-mention-or acknowledgment-of-a-relationship zone. And really, it didn't bother Dennis, he was even glad for it. He wanted to focus on his studies and didn't want to make any trouble for Robby, or himself for that matter. Even then, rumors about being a favorite didn't stop since the first day and if he secretly delighted in them nobody had to know. He was never a favourite, not as a child, not as a student and certainly not in his adult life. A novel feeling that he probably puts more weight to than is normal.
Other than that, being with Robby was easy, surprisingly easy. When he got over the whole Robby being a man twice his age and being his attending, they work together. If thinking about these facts makes him feel pleasantly warm and dazed, he just has to stop thinking. He has to stop thinking more and more these days. His mind pulling him down the strangest paths, odd thoughts that make him lightheaded and physically squirm.
But yes, other than that it was easy. The sex, what really started it, was great. After initial embarrassment on his side, the awkward fumbling, the clumsy kisses, the inexperienced touches, he fell into somewhat of a routine. Not that their sex life was a routine, but since he learned where and how to touch Robby, how to please him he can't get enough, he has to do it again and again.
Other forms of intimacy are still uneasy to him. Second-guessing if any touch is welcome, if a goodnight kiss is allowed, if holding hands is okay. But it's getting easier because when Robby sees him hesitate he always meets him halfway.
“How was it?” he asks, since it looks like Robby will pass out unprompted. “Long,” sighing, Robby moves his hand to his bare ankle. Dennis can't help but zero in on it, warm and massive against the delicate bones of his feet. Swallowing once and then again Dennis says “c'mon, we going to bed.”
Robby finally looks at him, he still has the red in his cheeks from the cold, hair windswept and eyes tired but there's a small smile in the corner of his lips. “In a minute,” Robby reaches a hand around his neck and pulls him close. Leaves a scratchy kiss on his forehead that makes his brain stutter for a second and maneuvers his head into his lap.
“So,” there is a hand in his hair, softly petting him “did you eat?”
“Mhm, left you some.”
“Drinking enough water?” This makes him turn his head, look up to Robby. The hand adjusts, staying in his hair.
“Of course.”
This is different, being in his lap like this. Nothing that happened before, it's too vulnerable but safe, he feels helpless but protected. Robby’s eyes are closed thankfully, it would feel too exposing under his gaze otherwise.
“Did you study? Finish your homework?” Nails drag against his scalp which makes his whole body shudder.
“I can take care of myself. I'm not a kid,” the hand stills and he has to stop thinking. Strange paths, odd thoughts.
“I wanna take care of you too,” Robby says it in this sleepy drawl, like he didn't have to even think about it and he probably didn't.
It sends his mind racing. It's not that Robby reminds him of his father, quite the opposite. His father never asked any of these things, never touched him with care, never patted him on the back, never told him he's proud. Not like Robby did, like he always does, his hand on his shoulder, on his back, encouraging words in his ear. His mind reels, keeps reeling just to imagine Jake and he guesses that's why Robby's care feels so…paternal. He imagines himself in Jake's place, imagines what kind of person he would be if he grew up with Robby as a father. He feels sick for a second, taking a deep breath trying to stop his train of thoughts. This isn't right, these thoughts are wrong, they are fucking.
“Not a kid,” repeating himself he buries his head in Robby's belly, can’t stand another second feeling so vulnerable. Can't stand the sick and twisted knot of shame in his belly.
“So shy,” chuckling deep and low, Robby coos “so sweet.” It sends a jolt through his body, squirming, he pushes closer, like he just might disappear in Robby's lap. All the while the hand in his hair doesn't stop, petting soothingly and simply.
“I bet you were as sweet as a kid, all prim and proper,” Robby gently turns his head from where he's hiding and god, he's looking at him. Panic surges through Dennis, he must know. He must know all about the strange paths his mind takes him down, must know the odd thought that wouldn't leave him. He squirms, tries to get up. “Shh, just relax…” strong hand on his shoulder holds him down, gentles him like a spooked animal, "I'm gonna take good care of you.”
“W-what..what are you…” Dennis says on a shaky exhale, burning with shame. Robby doesn't even let him collect his thoughts.
“I bet nobody ever did when you were younger, did they?” And no of course they didn't, what little he confessed about his parents to Robby wasn't really affectionate. This is why this is a problem, he took the first affection that he received in life and he's twisting it into something shameful and broken.
The hand that was holding him down, squeezing his shoulder moves lower, along his shoulder blade, soft and slow caress just to move along his spine, feeling every vertebrae through his shirt until it finds the edge and slips under, hot and enormous hand spanning his entire lower back. Gently resting there, not pushing, just an offer, "I could do it. If you want to. I want to.”
Dennis feels molten lava spread in his belly, stirring, making his traitorous dick jump and he wants to grind into the couch, just a little bit. Just so he can clear his head. But that hand is still in his hair, every now and then nails scraping against his skull which makes him pleasantly buzz, another hot but grounding brand on his back.
“Do you want me to take care of you, kid?” and he's gone, powerless to say no. Powerless to stop the whimper that crawls from his throat, powerless to stop the jerky nod of his head against Robby's thigh.
“Good boy,” Robby whispers and the hand from his back sweeps across his ass, down until it slips under his boxers to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. They are shaking from the strain of holding himself back, dick hard, tenting his boxers. Nobody called him that before and he certainly didn't expect to hear it in this situation.
“Look at you, all worked up,” Robby is not touching him, his hand still on his thigh only, stroking, teasing, knuckles occasionally brushing against his dick like he didn't even mean that to happen. “Just from a few words, just from a few touches.”
“Sorry…” he doesn't…he can't think, just clutches onto Robby like a lifeline. He thinks somewhere in the back of his mind that he should reciprocate, he can feel hardening dick against his cheek but he's not even able to turn his head to messily mouth at it.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for,” and finally, finally Robby stops teasing. Slips his hand through his waistband so he can actually take him into his hand, “just be a good boy for me…good, sweet kid like I know you are.”
His hand doesn't stop, jerking him from the base to the tip just to occasionally swipe his thumb on his slit. Slow, slow like molasses and he needs it harder, faster.
“Please…” heart hammering away in his chest, he fucks up into the fist around his dick, tries to get more friction, more speed.
“You need it bad, yeah? I know…I know sweetheart, I'll take care of it all.” His hands tightens, gets faster, and the pleasure in his belly builds and builds and Dennis can't believe he's gonna come so fast but he can't fight back, doesn't wanna fight it. Just wants to ride the wave, just lets himself be taken care of. Then the hand is gone.
“C'mon…up, up, up.” Robby's shifting, getting up, lifting Dennis with him just to lean him back against the couch.
“Be right back…” with a quick kiss to his temple he's gone. Dazed and confused, a whimper crawls from his throat and it sounds so pathetic to his own ears he hides his head into his knees.
Didn't Robby say that he will take care of him, so why is he here alone all of the sudden, teased to the edge but denied the release? Everything is happening so fast, his head can't keep up, and if his eyes burn for a split second it doesn't matter because he hides them in his palms. Suddenly there's a hand on his neck, goading and tugging the hair on his nape. “Shh, you're okay. I'm back and I'm gonna take such good care of you. Promise, sweetheart.”
Dennis gasps when he's again maneuvered to Robby's lap and then again when he's pulled face first into the couch, legs splayed over the lap.
“Such a sweet, patient boy,” Robby shoves his boxers down, just below his ass trapping his hard dick against the fabric but sweetly pressed against Robby's thighs. He doesn't waste any time, spreading his cheek with his thumb. There's lube dripping obscenely into his crack just for Robby to catch it with his finger and push it towards his hole. Exposed like never before, trembling when the finger breaches him suddenly, twists and presses so right, leaving him breathless.
“Oh, god…” there is another finger entering him, and the stretch is so good he can't help but rock against Robby, just a small reprieve he tells himself, once, twice until a hand on his hip stops him.
“Always so nice and tight for me, gonna make you come so good, don't worry.” Sounding terribly composed, Robby squeezes more lube on his fingers, there are three inside of him now. The amount of lube he uses sounds so vulgar, making wet, squelching noises in the dark of the night. It goes on what feels like centuries, fingers inside of him touching, stretching just right but avoiding that one place that makes him keen. When finger brush against it, hot tears gather in his eyes and he's sure he's drooling onto the couch beneath.
“Please, I need….please, fuck me,” he's standing on threshold and he doesn't want to collapse over it before he can get Robby inside him.
“You're doing so well, kid. Gonna give you what you need,” he feels another finger squeezing in, he never had four before “just a little bit more.”
The sound of Robby's voice, low and almost reverent twist into his belly, coils, makes him grind deep into his thighs and it doesn't even matter that there is no friction. The pressure and Robby's finger are enough to drive him over the edge.
“W-wait…I-i..want…” Robby doesn't listen, just keeps working his fingers inside, doesn't stop, doesn't relent. But Robby promised him, said he's gonna take care of him, so why doesn't he give him his cock when he needs it so bad, when he’s so, so close. So close that when Robby finally focuses on the right place inside of him, his vision whites out, gasping he tries to hold back. The pressure on his cock is so nice and Robby's fingers are in just the right place that he can't fight it anymore. Coming in his boxers, a damp spot soaking into cargo pants that Robby wore to work.
“That's it…” fingers leaving his hole makes him quiver “coming for me like a good boy.”
“So pretty,” Robby coos “of course a pretty little thing like you has such a pretty little hole for me to play with.” Imagining what Robby sees right now makes him hide his hot face into the couch. Holding apart his cheeks, Robby occasionally pets right over his hole, making him feel so defenseless.
Robby was always a talker in bed but this is different, the filth that's pouring out of his mouth is so indecent, so vulgar. Taking a few deep breaths Dennis tries to settle his mind, he knows somewhere in the back there, that there is something he should be doing. It slinks into his slow brain when he feels Robby slowly rocking his hips against him.
“Let me,” manoeuvering just to at least reach with a hand but he doesn't get far before Robby is shushing him again, moving his body like he wants.
“Ah, ah, ah…not done with you yet, kid.” voice rough, Robby pulls him up, into his arms, one big, warm hand on his back while the other clumsily moves his boxers down, down and away. Once his legs are free, they are spread over Robby's thighs. Rough fabric of cargo pants against his bare skin makes him squirm and squeeze his thighs. Meanwhile, Robby is tugging on his shirt, up, up and over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. He’s all naked, while Robby underneath him still fully clothed, the contrast makes him shiver, gasp, hide his face into Robby's shoulder.
“None of that,” Robby doesn't let him, pulls him back with a hand in his hair, “let me see you.” Pressing sweet kisses to his forehead, cheeks, lips Dennis just lets it happen, limp. He tries to press in when tongue demands entrance to his mouth, Robby licks in, deep and dirty, controlling the kiss like he controls everything right now. It ends far too soon, Robby moving to his throat, sweet kisses followed by Robby rubbing his beard on sensitive flesh, prickly, possessive just to soothe it again with a soft kiss. It takes a second for Dennis to register the whimpers coming from his own throat, he sounds like a wounded dog. His dick that was softly resting against his tight slowly but surely filling out again, twitching between them. He really, really wants to put his hands on Robby too. Wants to feel that warm weight in his palm, but he knows that Robby would thwart him once again so he just lets his hand fist into Robby's shirt, then clutch his shoulders, caress the quickly moving ribs, never settling anywhere for too long, obsessed with the subtle strength of his body. All while rocking his hips forward, meeting Robby halfway.
“Gonna fuck you, okay?” gentling their fervent grinding, Robby fumbles with his belt and cargos one handed, not letting him go, pulling his dick out, hard, angry red, head shiny with precum. Mouth watering at the image, Dennis wants to lick and swallow, soothe and ease, just the way he knows Robby likes.
“Gonna make you come again,” grabbing the meat of his ass, pulling him closer to his lap just for their erections to press together so sweetly, Robby's fingers find his hole, caressing tenderly.
“You'll be good, right?”
“Please,” Dennis whispers, hiding his face into Robby's shoulder, “only for you.”
Like the flip of the switch, Robby turns frantic, kissing Dennis with a strict hand on his jaw, messy and wet. Fisting his cock, once, twice, spreading the precum gathered on the tip. Then with a quick jerk of his hand he pulls Dennis up, positioning his dick where he was still wet. Dennis just let himself be pulled any which way, like a puppet, keening, completely overwhelmed and he didn't even have a dick in him yet. Obediently sitting down, he's surprised how easy, how good it is, a whole new angle for him.
“God..” it escapes him when Robby bottoms out. He registers that Robby entered him raw. They talked about it before, but the opportunity never rose. It sends a spark of desire so strong through him, ravenous and embarrassing at the same time. He doesn't have any time to adjust, suddenly there are hands on his hips, and Robby is fucking up while pulling his hips down harshly. He continues just like that, fast and hard, always pushing himself home to the root. Robby adjusts on the couch, changing the angle just a bit and it feels like he gets even deeper than before. Overwhelmed, Dennis lets out a broken moan.
“Its okay, you’re doing so good for me,” Robby slurrs.
“Feel so full,” his hand drifts to his belly, watches Robby follow his movement with his eyes and imagines he can feel him there.
“God, kid…” Robby gasps, “you feel so good.”
Dennis is so far gone that he can't stop the next word that escapes him. “D- dad,” he moaned. The reaction soothes his immediate embarrassment, Robby's eyes wide in shock, breath stuttering, with hands on his back pulling him closer still, as if every inch of their skin has to touch. Effectively trapping his dick between them, finally getting some friction against Robby's belly.
“Say it again,” Robby growls into his curls, “say it again boy.” Robby grabs his hand, makes him wrap his own fist around himself, but not letting go. His hand is so small around his dick, underneath Robby's. Stomach twisting with lust he knows he's gonna come soon.
“Dad…dad, please…” there are tears in his eyes, lashes wet against Robby's neck where he's hiding his face. Robby groans, deep and low, hand squeezing almost painfully on his hip and with few brutal thrusts he's coming. Rolling his hips, riding through the feeling, spending himself completely inside Dennis.
“Fuck…good boy, I got you.” Dennis is not far behind, only a few jerks of their hands and he's following, tumbling over the edge once again, dripping messy between them. His body clenching again and again around Robby still inside him, making them groan. Soon he starts trembling from overexertion and sensitivity, making Robby finally let his grip loosen, bringing that hand up to wipe away the tears that spilled down his cheeks followed by soft kisses on the apple of his cheeks.
“Gonna move us, just hold on.” Lifting his hips again to slip out carefully, Robby hisses. Leans Dennis to the corner of the couch, immediately grabbing some tissues from the coffee table, bringing them between his legs, making Dennis wince.
“Sorry, should probably…” with a jerk of his hand he gestures towards the bathroom, but Dennis doesn't want him to leave right now.
“S’fine,” he mumbles, “later.” Wiping the worst of the mess on Dennis and himself, he tucks himself back in, making Dennis realize that he's sitting there all naked, chill creeping in on his sweaty body. Seeing the slight shiver Robby drags the blanket from the other side to him.
“You okay?” Robby asks. Mind still blank, muscles overexerted, Dennis just nods which makes Robby smile with those lovely wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, oh god how he loves them.
“Ready for bed? Or you want to wash up?”
“Bed,” he does want to wash up, but he finds that task insurmountable right now. He makes grabby hands towards Robby, like a kid. Mortified, he drops them down immediately.
“Sweetheart, I'm not gonna carry you,” Robby laughs softly, “I'm too old for that.”
Dennis tenses, “don't…don't say that, you're not that old.”
“....what?”
“And I'm not that young either. I'm almost 30.” he hopes he doesn't sound as petulant as he feels right now. Three years from thirty is almost thirty. Robby just frowns, searching for the answers on his face.
“Is this about what we just did?” he asks incredulously, grabbing onto Dennis' knees. “I thought you wanted this?” He sounds a little bit hurt and that's the last thing Dennis wanted.
“I did…it's just,” he sighs, defeated, “it's not normal.”
“Well, it's not that weird either.” Robby says it so easily, like he doesn't see what the big deal is.
“I don't actually want to, you know…” Dennis makes some vague gestures with his hands in the air like that explains everything but Robby seems to get it because he just laughs.
“I know you don't, of course I know you don't…or you think I do?” He did think about Robby's and Jake's relationship but not like that, never like that. Dennis didn't mean it to come across as an accusation, the thought didn't even cross his mind.
“No, no, of course not,” god, he wants to crawl under the blanket and never come out, he can't even meet Robby's eyes.
“Dennis, we can just have some kinky sex without it having to do anything with anything. I enjoyed it,” lifting his head with a finger under his chin, Robby is so much closer than he was before, Dennis can't look away from his gaze. “Did you enjoy it?” He asks, serious as a heart attack.
“Yes,” a simple answer to a simple question. No use going down strange paths with odd thoughts.
“I'm glad.” Robby smiles again, closes in to kiss the corner of his eye, his cheek, his lips. “C’mon, time for bed, way past our bedtime anyway.” Hoisting themselves up they clumsily shuffle to bedroom and when they're finally in bed, almost asleep Robby mumbles-
“Besides, you think you the first person with daddy kink?” Eyes snapping open, Dennis looks where Robby's face is smushed in the pillow.
“Daddy kink? What's that?”