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This morning, right before Robby came in for handoff, Jack got hit with a dose of a strange drug at work.

They couldn’t figure out what it was, and beyond taking care of the stuttering and apologetic nurse who accidentally doused him in it, there was nothing they could do except send a sample to the lab and wait for results.

Jack felt fine, felt no different at all, so he wasn’t too concerned, even though Parker was treating him as a mother hen would. And that was before Robby came in. Robby's face fell when he heard the news, and he was all over Jack, demanding to know if he was lying about possible effects he might be feeling. But Jack swore up and down, just as he still swears now, that nothing was wrong.

Robby gave him a quick once over at work, but it was busy and chaotic and he needed to start his shift, they needed an attending present; so he kissed Jack a quick goodbye and sent him home. Told him to sleep and not do anything crazy until they got the lab results back later today.

Jack was too exhausted to shower before he slept, and now that he’s slept and refreshed and up for his shower; he’s glad he waited.

Because standing naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he realizes what exactly happened due to the drug: between sleeping and waking, his equipment has changed. His cock has been replaced by…by a pussy.

His first instinct is confusion and panic, waiting for the result of that lab test feeling more and more daunting, but it’s quickly replaced by curiosity. He doesn’t feel bad, after all, and nothing else seems to be amiss. And as far as strange drug curses and side effects go, so far this could be a lot worse.

His hand darting down between his legs to feel the smoothness, the flatness, dipping under to feel the lips…

And then of course he’s curious. He feels up towards the top, searching and prodding, until his middle finger makes contact with that nub that delivers a spark down his spine.

He gasps at the familiar-unfamiliar feeling of pleasure, so much more intense here than he’s used to; more nerves. He rubs it slowly, shivering at the sparks, even mostly dry, no lube. But he knows from past experience how you have to warm it up, get the wetness flowing…

And then he trails his finger down and dips inside his new hole.

Already generously wet, smooth, silky. He sinks his middle finger inside with ease to the second knuckle, gasping, so strange and different. There’s an instant ache that’s eased now that he's full. He's familiar with that ache, but it’s so different now, more intense, more primal with his hole.

His cheeks burn at the loud wet sound echoing in the bathroom as he starts to fuck himself with his finger, not a hint of pain thanks to the glide of the wetness. Better than any synthetic lube he and Robby have ever used. He shifts as the ache intensifies, as pleasure sparks over his spine. He leans harder on his cane.

He grinds the heel of his palm into his clit, wishing he could be using both hands right now, hooking his finger and moaning at the white lighting that sparks there. The sound of his moans and gasps echo against the tile.

Jack keeps fucking himself, graduating to two fingers when the ache grows stronger and he needs more. Those two are hardly a stretch at all, gliding smoothly along his walls as they grip and squeeze at his fingers. The silky smooth texture makes him shiver.

He pulls back for a moment to rub his clit, now that he’s more wet, and his legs almost give out at the rush of need and pleasure from that one touch. His clit is so much more swollen and the pleasure so much better now that he's wet, holy shit.

He finds a rhythm, perfectly lubed by his own fingers, and feels the warmth and need building quickly just behind his clit, low in his abdomen, his body tightening and clenching as he forces his fingers back inside—

And then he’s coming. It’s intense and throbbing and wonderful, so much longer and deeper and more pleasurable than his usual orgasms. He finds himself gasping and whining and throwing his head back just to deal with it, just to feel like he’s not squirming out of his body. Standing up quickly seems unwise as his grip on his cane goes weak and he wonders if he's going to fall.

He tries clumsily to fuck himself through it, unsure between fingering himself and rubbing his clit, which brings out another rush of pleasure the more he eeks it out. It’s mindblowing. He almost falls. It’s so goddamn good.

And it doesn’t…stop so much as he chooses to stop, needing to catch his breath. He fumbles to sit on the edge of the tub, panting, pulling his two fingers out and looking at how soaking they are with milky white, glistening and gathering between them in stringy panes when he pulls them apart.

He can’t help sucking it off them and moaning at the taste; it’s been a long time since he’s had that taste in his mouth, but he remembers, and it’s slightly different for everyone. His own is slightly sweet, perfectly musky, addictive.

God, wait till Robby gets a taste of this later.

The very thought of Robby between his legs at all makes his pussy clench on its own, a delicious feeling that leaves him lightheaded. His hand strays on its own back between his legs now that he’s sitting down, although he can only imagine how much better it’ll feel when he’s in bed and doesn’t have to worry about cracking his head on the tile, when he can spread out and relax and just play. Getting hit with a strange drug at work gave him a pussy. Unless the lab results come back as late stage cancer or something equally dire, he's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth, he's going to damn well take advantage of it.

He experimentally pets at his clit, a light touch at first, and then a firmer one. It’s sensitive, making him squirm, but not in a nauseating way. Not in a weak aftershocks but nothing’s going to happen again way.

No, this is…he’s not done. There’s more pleasure waiting to be had, he just has to work for it. It’s like he just shut off the tap for a moment. But he can turn it back on whenever he wants. Right now, it feels infinite, and he needs to test if that’s true.

But he still does desperately need to shower, and he reluctantly takes his sticky fingers off his clit—for the moment. He’s perfunctory about showering, relieved to have his chair because his legs are still shaky, wanting to get back to playing and relieve the aching throb between his legs. He just came. He just came, and yet it feels like he only got himself started, got the blood flowing, got himself ready. This feeling…he needs to take a viagra to get this feeling, or at least that’s what he’s used to.

Jack runs the shower wand over his back to rinse the soap off like he always does, then eyes it and chews on his lip thoughtfully, thinking back to porn he and Robby have watched, stories he's overheard from the women at work... He runs a finger back to his clit, dipping inside his hole, gathering lube, smiling at the way it’s not immediately displaced from the water. Then he changes the shower wand settings to a single hard jet, and angles it to hit his clit.

He almost folds in half.

He definitely moans, legs spreading with something like instinct. Jack fiddles with the settings until it’s not so harsh, until it’s just right, a massage on his clit, a throbbing pleasure he can only gasp and groan at. Jack doesn't come from it, but he luxuriates in how goddamn good it is, how good all of this is.

He forces himself to shut the water off and dry off as quickly as he can, stumbling out of the shower with his cane in hand. The bed is calling him urgently. On his way there, he stops to grab a few dildos, a lube bottle, and a vibrator from his and Robby's back drawer, not being selective about which one. He needs to get his hand back on himself as quickly as possible.

Once he’s finally flat on his back, he spreads his legs, shivering at the sticky feeling of his lips pulling apart, and wets his fingers with his own slick before shoving two, three inside. He shivers and sighs at the fullness, relieving the ache, no pain, only slick. He fucks them in and out, settling into the wet and loud sound, a sound he usually only hears if Robby is generous with the lube.

Oh, Robby…

Jack moans his name, missing his husband more than ever right now. Robby’s thick fingers inside him like this sound like heaven right now. Jack runs through ten fantasies in a few moments. Robby’s thick fingers, thicker cock stretching him out and spreading him open, the warmth of his come inside Jack’s needy pussy, Robby’s tongue flicking over his clit—a thought that gets him clenching—Robby trying to make him squirt. Can Jack squirt? He doesn’t know.

Sitting on Robby’s face and grinding onto his tongue. Fucking himself the way he’s figuring out how he likes, making Robby watch, getting wetter with every moan and every second that Robby stares. It all sounds like heaven.

Jack’s coming again as easy as breathing from those thoughts alone, moaning through it, throbbing and clenching and only getting wetter, a feeling he’s quickly getting addicted to. His clit is so hard, almost too hard and slick to get a grip on under the pad of his middle finger. The pleasure sends warmth spreading throughout his whole body, making him hum with satisfaction and need. He can keep going, so why should he stop? He's not used to that luxury, and god knows how long this will last.

He just leaves his finger there, lightly petting, as he opens his phone with his other hand, desperately missing Robby. Jack debates texting him about this, sending him pictures and voice memos of the wet sound followed by his moans, but he wants to see the look on Robby’s face in person for the first time. It’s gonna be torture to keep this news to himself, but he thinks he can find ways to keep himself entertained in the meantime.

He goes back through his text chain with Robby a few weeks, when Robby was sexting him from the airport. His sexting has gotten better since Jack taught him, less fondly fumbling awkward and more holy shit that’s hot, and it’s perfect for now when Jack lets his fingers do the work. They already know what to do, how hard to rub, following instinct as he reads.

He doesn't take his eyes off the screen, all too easy to picture Robby here with him while he reads every filthy word. Soft moans and whimpers escape Jack's lips as he reads his own words, you wanna come in my pussy, big boy ;)? Just playing, throwing a hot word around at the time, but right now it's a fantasy that Jack can feel echoing in his humming, needy, throbbing, aching pussy.

Gonna come deep in your pussy, Robby wrote back at the time, and watch it drip out. Make you keep your legs spread while I fuck it back into you.

Jack’s fingers slip back inside himself as he clenches, all too easy to imagine that feeling, the hot wet trickle he’s so familiar with feeling entirely different and wetter and even better. Oh, god. It’s going to feel so fucking good when Robby comes inside him. His fingers speed up.

He doesn't touch the lube or the vibrators, too organically wet to need the former and too focused on his fingers to use the latter. He quickly loses track of how many times he comes, reading Robby's dirty texts and staring at Robby's blushing half nudes or even innocuous pictures Jack has snapped of him when he found Robby particularly hot.

He tries to draw it out, tries to last, and learns how different orgasms feel from different stimulation. Full versus being empty, from rubbing his clit hard throughout the whole thing—mindblowing—to simply filling himself with three fingers and feeling the rhythmic pulsing inside as he pictures Robby here with him, playing with him with fingers-tongue-cock, covering him in that sexy body and softly whispering filth in his ear.

Jack moans aloud to the air, clenching around the dildo he's shoved deep inside himself, easy and thick and just right thanks to his wetness. His husband is off doing amazing work right now, oblivious to Jack’s plight, but he’s never felt I want that man in my pussy more viscerally than right now.

Why do people with this equipment ever go to work? How can they get out of bed or get anything done when their fingers could be on their clit instead, rubbing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out?

How isn’t half the population addicted to this feeling? How do some people with this equipment not know they have a clit, or what it does, or where it is, or the limitlessness of it? And how dare any partner who claims to love them not know where it is and do everything in their power to pleasure it? Jack wants to summon the will to be angry about it, but he can’t think beyond rubbing himself stupid right now.

Part of him wonders if he should be getting up and tending to the cleaning that desperately needs to be done, that’s been building up in their apartment all week, but the greater, most lust addled part of him just wants to stay here with his hand between his legs. He doesn’t know how long he’s going to have this. He’s got to savor every moment of it. Jack shuts his eyes and with a shudder, he's coming again, squeezing the dildo tight the way he wants to be squeezing Robby's cock.

Eventually, he jumps at the sound of keys turning in the front door. He stops fingerfucking himself, the dildo left to the side, then whimpers to himself at the ache from stopping. He doesn’t have the will to pull his fingers out, so he awkwardly shifts to sit fully upright and lightly fuck himself with the loud wet sound in the air.

“Jack, I’m home,” Robby calls, and Jack opens his mouth to call something back, but all he can manage is a faint whimper when a spark of pleasure shivers through his legs, dissolving into pleasant warmth. He’s getting close again.

Robby’s footsteps get closer, and Jack holds himself back from the edge, though his fingers don't stop moving. Robby steps in, a greeting on his lips with a bright smile; shift must’ve not been too bad, and the smile quickly drops as he sees the state Jack is in. Concern quickly replaces the happiness.

“Hey, honey,” Jack pans, grinning lazily. “Turns out the drug from this morning had some effects after all.” He curls his fingers and almost bows over at the raw pleasure, still not over it. He keeps fucking himself, not sure he’d be able to stop for anything in the world right now. His eyes start to flutter closed, but he tries to keep them open, looking up at Robby, whose mouth is starting to go slack.

“Are you alright?” Robby asks, concerned doctor voice not exactly the voice Jack wants right now. “You…uh…” He watches Jack finger himself, looking something close to hypnotized by the back and forth movement. His face is starting to turn red from the wet sound of Jack’s fingering.

“I’m fantastic,” Jack pants, "especially since you’re finally home.” He whimpers with his mouth closed as he holds his fingers deep inside, fumbling with his other hand to rub at his clit, until he’s jerking and coming again, squeezing around his fingers. He truly feels like he could go forever.

The tingling pleasure and warmth spreads down his legs, up his chest, leaving his head light and dizzy as he pants and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean.

“Fuck,” Robby breathes, eyes rapidly widening with lust, roughness filling his voice. He toes off his shoes and drops his things on the floor. “Have you done anything besides sleep and masturbate all day?”

“No,” Jack laughs. “Hey, man, when you find yourself in sudden and unexpected possession of a pussy, you gotta do what you gotta do.” He spreads his legs, letting Robby get a good look at how he’s open and sticky and wet. Still fluttering from his recent orgasm, fingers still deep inside himself. He pulls them out and shows Robby how milky wet they are, grinning. “You wanna get a feel?”

He watches Robby’s throat bob and he takes a closer step. “Don’t you dare get into bed with those clothes on,” Jack purrs, “unless you want me to get you wet.”

“Oh, I wanna get wet,” Robby flirts, and strips at record speed, diving into bed with Jack as soon as he’s naked. He kisses Jack openmouthed, dipping his tongue inside. Jack shivers.

“You’ve been having fun, huh?” Robby hums into his mouth with a little smile.

“Mhm,” Jack hums back, sucking on his lip, licking over it to soothe, then biting at it just to get it red again.

“Without me?” Robby murmurs, hand resting on Jack’s chest, thumbing over a nipple, making Jack’s pussy clench again. Fuck. He moans and squirms under Robby. “You could’ve called me. Told me what was going on. I would’ve hated it, but only because I couldn’t be here with you now.”

“Wanted to see your face. Touch me,” Jack begs, already back to throbbing and needy. “I’ve been looking forward to your fingers inside me all day. Anything you wanna shove inside me, I’ll take it. I want it. I need it. Just don't leave me empty.” He shuts his eyes and groans as Robby runs his fingers up his slit, just exploring and playing for now. Robby pulls back from his mouth to watch.

“God, man, you’re so fucking wet,” Robby breathes, shaking his head. “What have you been doing?”

“Everything,” Jack laughs, arching his back into Robby’s touch. It's a relief not to have to do it himself any longer, let his arm have a break. “You have no idea how addicting it is to come and then not have to wait more than a few seconds to come again. And it’s so easy to get wet. It feels fucking fantastic. I tried to get out of bed and actually get shit done, but I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.”

Robby dips his head and kisses Jack’s neck, his chest. His fingers continue dancing up and through his wetness, circling over his clit. Jack moans, seizing and squirming.

And then Robby slides two fingers in, no resistance, easy, and Jack sighs. The ache is relieved, and his sore wrists earn a break. Robby’s fingers are searching, exploratory, playful, but Jack is already sick of the teasing. “Come on, do something,” he says, squirming down into him.

“I’m gonna spend hours eating you out, don’t you worry about that,” Robby says, “but right now I just wanna do this.” He nails Jack hard on his fingers. Jack moans out loud and squeezes his fingers. "I can't believe this is real," Robby breathes, unbelievably hard already. Jack licks his lips staring at it, but it's hard to keep his eyes open when Robby is rubbing over his sweet spot like that. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter, honey."

"It's- it's not my fault," Jack pants.

"Still," Robby says, more breathless by the minute, moaning at the wet sound. "I wanna make you come. Want you to come like this. You been waiting for me? Thinking of me?" His fingertip flicks over Jack's clit with hard pressure, and Jack's body jerks. They both swear. Of course Robby already knows exactly how to play him.

"Yes," Jack whimpers, throwing his head back. "Fuck, fuck." He grabs Robby's wrist and shoves his fingers deeper inside, keeping him there as warmth and pleasure washes over him again. "It's so fucking good," he sobs through it, smiling deliriously. He can hear Robby's heavy breathing. "And the best part is I can just keep going, just like that."

He leans up and kisses Robby hard, lapping into his mouth. It's such a relief to have him here. As much fun as Jack had playing with himself all day, he can't deny Robby's fingers feel better.

"You're not sore?" Robby says, voice rough. He's beet red down to his chest, which is one of Jack's favorite ways to have him.

"No," Jack says honestly, taking Robby by the shoulders and arranging himself to sit back against the headboard, Jack straddling his lap. He bites his lip as he grinds back and forth over Robby's cock, settling so his wetness starts to coat it, so that it rocks up against his hole without ever dipping inside. Robby groans at the feeling of his wetness, throwing his head back. "You're so hard for me so fast," Jack says, putting his hands on Robby's shoulders as a brace.

"Jack," Robby grits out, hips bucking up, trying to slip inside him. Jack shushes him.

“Wanna see how long we can last without it,” Jack says, hushing him fondly, rocking his hips. Thumbing over his nipples to get himself clenching and fluttering overtop of Robby’s cock, throwing his head back. Robby's so warm under him, hands resting unsteadily on Jack's hips.

“You’re so wet,” Robby breathes in awe.

“Yeah, doesn’t it feel good?” Jack loves this. Loves being wet and filthy and teasing himself. "Don't need lube."

“Jack, I can’t stand it, please,” Robby whispers, voice rough and raw. “I need to be inside you. You're dripping all over me. You already feel like heaven. Please, baby.”

Jack shivers. He keeps teasing his clit as he grinds on Robby’s cock, so focused on how good it feels to ram it against Robby's length, but then Robby growls and grips his hips and thrusts up, and Jack gasps at the rush of heat that rolls over him from Robby's display of strength. When he grinds down again, he’s even slicker. It's startlingly easy for him to get wet. Helps that so many things turn him on.

“Alright,” he says, “alright, alright,” and rises up on his knees to let Robby sink inside him, because he’s going to come if he doesn’t stop, and poor Robby still hasn’t come once. He’s hard and throbbing against Jack, and Jack doesn’t even need to reach for the lube.

His own slick is enough to ease the way. More than ease the way, make the way sopping wet. Robby tries to tell him to take it slow like he always does, but there’s no pain even when he stretches Jack open, just satisfaction.

Jack sighs in utter contentment as he slips down all the way onto Robby in a smooth, slick, easy glide. He soon finds himself sitting on Robby’s lap, bottomed out. Finally, he’s full. He's intimately familiar with Robby's cock inside him, of course, but it's different like this. The way he just opened up and welcomed Robby inside like he was always meant to be there. Jack is purring in pleasure.

But Robby...Jack's poor husband is deep arousal-flushed red, eyes squeezed shut, head leaned back against the headboard with his mouth open as he tries to draw breath. Jack shifts, getting comfortable, and Robby rolls his head to the side with a whine and a grimace of concentration, drawing short and shallow little breaths from his chest. Jack smiles.

“Fuck,” Robby says with a full body shudder, “oh my god, Jack…”

“Feel good?” Jack hums, and experimentally clenches around him just to watch Robby’s body seize.

“Jesus, don’t do that if you want this to last,” Robby gasps, raw and wrecked, hanging his head as his eyes fly open, black with lust. He’s throbbing and pulsing inside Jack, he feels so fucking good already, and nobody’s even moving yet. “Give me a minute.”

Jack laughs fondly. “I’m the one working with the new equipment for the first time, taking dick in my pussy for the first time, and you’re the one who needs a minute?”

“Yes,” Robby says, shivering as always at his casually vulgar words. “You don’t know how good you feel. Like the wettest, tightest fleshlight.”

Jack hums in pleasure at that. And then he leans in to kiss Robby, slow and easy as Robby slowly gets his breath back, body relaxing as he gets back from the edge.

And then Jack whispers, “I want to come on your cock,” and pinches his nipple, and Robby’s back to throbbing inside him. "And I want you to come inside me. You haven't come yet,” Jack says. “I’ve been coming all day. You should get a turn. Don’t worry about me. Just fuck me. Want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

Robby moans and rolls them over, Jack on his back and moaning at the change in angle. Not as deep by the laws of gravity, but a different kind of good, and the feeling when Robby drags out for the first time is addictive.

“You hear that?” Robby covers his mouth as he takes a tight, controlled thrust back and in again, so good it makes Jack's eyes roll back. “You hear how wet you are? How sloppy that pussy is?”

Jack just whines. Robby starts to make a more even pace, Jack squeezing and fluttering around him. “Fuck, it’s so good,” Robby gasps, hanging his head. The wet sound is so fucking loud in the air. “I’m surprised we can hear that over those moans you’re making.”

Jack didn’t realize until now how he’s been moaning until now, high, needy little things that make his cheeks burn to hear. Robby smiles slowly like a predator above him, and fucks him harder. Neither of them are going to last long. Robby is clearly still catching up to the fact that this is happening at all, his dick reacting faster than his brain.

He's moaning with every thrust, every filthy wet glide, and that's before Jack wraps a leg around his waist and keeps him close, forcing Robby to just grind into him. He's stretching Jack out so well, so satisfying, and Jack is quickly rendered cockdrunk. He's slurring out his words of praise and pleasure. Robby groans, throbbing inside him. He fits so perfectly.

“You want- want me to come inside?” Robby says. “Is it safe?”

“I don’t think I grew a womb in addition to this,” Jack laughs, biting a whine in his close he is himself.

“We don’t…oh fuck, don’t know for sure. We don't know what happened at all.”

“Let’s risk it,” Jack whispers, arms around his shoulders and leg around his waist so that he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. Robby shakes his head but pounds him harder, too close to argue. Jack is in the same boat. Every thrust makes a spark of pleasure race up his spine.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps, and by that Jack would guess he just means he’ll stop holding himself back after all this.

“Me too,” he whispers, worming a hand between them and rubbing his clit in sparks of hot white pleasure as he approaches the edge, and Robby knocks his hand away to take over. He loses some of his steady rhythm, but he’s always been a gentleman about making Jack come first, and that’s still true now, even when Jack has him pussydrunk.

“Let me feel you coming on my cock,” he commands, rubbing with hard, firm pressure, and Jack gasps. He seizes and squeezes tight around Robby’s cock, coming blindingly hot, so intense he might scream. The pleasure is too much to handle, he scrabbles at Robby's back for an outlet, digging his nails in.

“Fuck, Jack,” Robby gasps, shaking, throbbing inside him, and through his own orgasm, still shuddering, Jack says:

“Come in my pussy, baby.”

Robby fucks him hard three more times before he stills with a gasp and throbs, flooding back in pulses. They’re both throbbing and Jack is squeezing him, milking him, shivering into every last drop. The hot flood inside him is so perfect, mingling with his own wetness. They're both shaking and shuddering, gasping through aftershocks. Jack's pussy is pulsing and squeezing, coming down long after the peak has faded.

Then Robby collapses on top of him, laying his face in Jack’s chest. Robby says into his chest, muffled, “That probably wasn’t very smart.” Jack squeezes around his cock again. Robby whines weakly.

“I’m telling you, I don’t think anything will happen,” Jack laughs. “I’m not exactly willing to go in and get an ultrasound to find out.”

“The lab results will be back soon,” Robby says, and Jack nods. He plays with the hair on the nape of Robby’s neck with a soft sigh.

After a few minutes, Robby rolls off and pulls out of him, making them both shiver at the trickle of come. Robby’s lips part. “Tomorrow, he swears, “tomorrow, I’m gonna eat you out till you forget your own name, but right now--" He's interrupted by Jack's phone ringing. Robby reaches over his boneless body to pick it up.

He listens for a minute, driving Jack crazy with anticipation, before Robby nods. “Okay. Thanks. Yeah, he’s okay. Oh, it’s my pleasure to take care of him. But...I don't think either of us will be back into work before Monday. Yeah, having a whole weekend off is lucky, I know--okay, bye. Thanks.” Those dark eyes find Jack's with a hint of devious pleasure.

"What?"

“Forty eight hour effects. We have until Sunday night before Cinderella changes back,” Robby breathes, dropping kiss after kiss onto his mouth. "No other effects. Just external, temporary, nothing internal." He presses down on Jack's abdomen. "No womb here, but that means I can fill you as much as I want."

Jack shivers, curling with a weak suggestion of lust at the very idea, even though he's tired now too, spent for the day and aching from use slightly. He whispers back, exchanging breaths with him, “I want you to keep me wet the whole weekend. Don’t let me be dry once.”

“I don’t think you need any help from me in that department,” Robby says, squeezing his ass. But they calm down as tiredness overtakes them both, Robby settling back onto his chest. But Jack can't get comfortable, and he soon figures out why.

Jack reaches weakly over and drags Robby’s hand towards his pussy again. Robby laces it through his own, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“Honey,” Robby laughs weakly, “I’m gonna need to ice my wrists if you want more. I need thirty minutes.”

“You don’t have to move,” Jack says. “Just need something in me. Go ahead and sleep.” He takes Robby’s fingers and slides two of them into his pussy, shivering and then sighing as they warm up inside him, sitting heavy in his ocean. Only then can Jack finally close his eyes.

“This isn’t too bad,” Robby hums. “Going to sleep with my fingers in you. I gotta sleep. And you should too, soldier. You got work to put in tomorrow.” He kisses Jack’s shoulder.

Jack smiles as he too closes his eyes.

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Jack opens his eyes to the feeling of thickness and weight inside him, more than he went to sleep with. “Hey,” he says, rough with sleep, and Robby hums morning back into his neck. “Just couldn’t wait, huh?” Jack teases, like he wouldn’t be desperate himself as soon as he woke up.

“I’m surprised you noticed,” Robby teases, “since you haven’t been empty for the last day.”

Jack hums out a moan as Robby shifts inside him, taking a gentle thrust. “That’s it,” Jack sighs, deliciously full and plentifully wet. “The perfect way to spend a day off. Sleeping in, snuggling with you under the blankets…and warming your cock.”

“Filthy bastard,” Robby chuckles fondly into his neck with a hint of heat. He lays his lips reverently to Jack’s skin, sucking a hickey as he goes.

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” Jack says. “I can feel how much you love it.” He squeezes down to make his point. They both moan.

Robby picks up the pace, unable to stay still now that Jack’s awake to appreciate it. He’s solid and rock hard inside him, and he gasps his moans into the back of Jack’s neck, still spooning him as he rocks gently. Jack tightens around him, enjoying his own slow building pleasure, and smiles as Robby gasps and comes inside him in another hot flood.

”You must’ve been waiting a while, huh?” Jack coos in sympathy. “You needed my pussy?”

”Fuck,” Robby laughs, breathless and pressing kisses to his shoulder. “Yeah.”

”Was I wet for you?” Jack whispers. “Dripping for you in my sleep?”

”You were.” Robby shifts, ignoring the throbbing need in Jack’s clit. Jack whines, reaching for him.

“Shh, shh. I’m gonna take care of you. Did you ever doubt that? I believe I made you a promise,” Robby says, pulling out of him and moving Jack onto his back, prying his legs apart and slithering down between them. He looks up with dark, sated eyes, lustful despite just coming. “I’m hungry.”

Jack just moans.

Robby puts his chest to the bed and his face level with Jack’s cunt, saying, “You’ll have to forgive my technique, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

Jack’s stomach flips in anticipation. He clenches involuntarily as Robby’s eyes dart to him, close and personal, inspecting. Jack licks his lips. “It’s like riding a bike, right?”

Robby laughs. “Yeah, something like that.” And then he goes in, burying his face, no hesitation. He takes a long lick up the length of him, and Jack feels it when he breathes out, feels every minute touch of his face and his tongue and his lips, lips that are quick to wrap around his clit and suck.

“Jesus,” Jack gasps, hand shooting down to grab Robby’s hair, marveling at how same yet how different it feels from Robby sucking his dick.

“So good, baby.” Robby moans into him as he eats his own come out of Jack, licking as deep inside Jack as his tongue will go, the vibrations better than any toy Jack’s used so far.

Robby groans and comes back for air, still basically speaking into his pussy. “Oh, god, Jack, you taste so fucking good.”

Jack shoves him right back down, angry at the very thought of Robby stopping. Robby chuckles into him, but then focuses, lapping at him until Jack is dripping with his own juices and Robby’s mouth. His beard scratches against Jack’s sensitive skin, raising goosebumps, making him moan.

Jack looks down at Robby with his eyes shut, face red, slick covering his face and soaking into his beard when he comes up for air for a second. Only a second, because then he’s holding Jack’s thighs apart, spreading him wide, rubbing his face in between his legs, making the most debauched sounds Robby is capable of. Jack shivers.

Jack fumbles for his phone, hoping Robby won’t pick up on what he’s doing. Jack takes a picture of him just like that, blissed out and gone. Who knows if he’ll be proving this sight again. Forty eight hours sounds extremely short.

And then Jack puts his phone down and can’t think of anything at all when the pleasure is building between his legs from every flick of Robby’s tongue. And then Robby slides a finger inside him, crooking up, and Jack folds in half.

“Robby,” Jack pants, “Robby, Robby—” Not sure what he’s trying to communicate, just needing an outlet for this pressure building in his abdomen. He squirms. Robby doesn’t let him go far, keeping him pinned.

He doesn’t change anything, just keeps his tongue flying over Jack and into Jack so deliciously, a steady pace, keeping pace with his middle finger until the pressure explodes and Jack’s hand grips his hair tightly.

He doesn’t even realize how hard he’s been gripping or how much he’s been humping into Robby’s face until Robby moans from the pressure. Robby has a hungry mouth. He only doubles down, shoving his tongue deeper.

Jack crests the edge, throwing his head back as he falls into delicious pleasure, and he finds himself—gushing, squirting, oh fuck, he’s squirting over Robby’s mouth. Robby moans and licks it all up as Jack’s gasping, hand still fisted in his hair, body taut with tension.

”Holy fuck,” Jack moans when he can finally breathe, letting his grip relax, pulling Robby up to look at his ruined beard, red face, open wet mouth and glassy black eyes.

“Oh, my god,” Robby moans. “I’m so close, Jack.”

Jack wheezes, “Just from that?”

“Like that wasn’t everything,” Robby gasps, shuddering, getting himself under control. He crawls up over Jack. He just came inside Jack and ate it out of him, but he’s already right on the edge again. Jack can see that. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“I hope you’re still gonna love me when this is gone,” Jack hums, half joking, because he’s never seen Robby like this.

”I hope you’re joking.” Robby settles on top of him.

Jack pulls him up to make out with him. “I’m gonna have beard burn,” he says, already feeling the burn on his thighs. Robby smiles into his mouth.

“Yeah, you are.” Robby wraps a hand around himself, and Jack’s eyes dart down to that sight. Robby starts stroking and says desperately, “I’m not gonna last. Where do you want it—“

“On it,” Jack breathes, hand on the back of Robby’s neck, resting their foreheads together. His free hand reaches down to spread himself open, shivering at the realization that’s Robby’s saliva sliding along his fingers.

“Come on my pussy. Come on the pussy you just ate like it was your last meal, baby. You deserve it. I want it. You love giving this pussy what it wants, don’t you? Do it,” he growls into Robby’s mouth, notching their lips together, tugging on Robby’s lip with his teeth.

Robby groans, hand flying over himself, perched above Jack so perfectly. And then instead of inside, he comes on Jack hot and wet, Jack hitching his hips up to get closer, his fingers rubbing it in immediately, before Robby's even done. Jack moans. If he hasn’t just come his brains out, he’d want to keep going, rubbing Robby’s come into his clit. He can see how hungry Robby is for it.

Robby almost slips in the sheets and collapses on top of him from that visual, it seems, as he groans from his gut and pants his pleasure into Jack’s mouth. He comes longer and more than Jack’s used to, even though he just came not more than ten minutes ago.

”Eating my pussy got you going, huh?” Jack breathes.

”You squirting on my face got me going.” Robby replies into his space, calming down. “Give me two minutes, then you’re sitting on my face.” He fits a hand under Jack to squeeze his ass, which only gets him wetter.

#

Eventually, after coming a few more rounds on Robby’s tongue, Robby drags himself out of bed despite Jack’s attempts to keep him there. “Jack, you need to eat. I need to eat. I’m famished. Did you at all yesterday?”

“Yeah, before my shower.”

“My point,” Robby says. “I’m making breakfast.” He points a finger at Jack and commands him in so many words to get out of bed; they need to change the sheets anyway from Jack's mess.

Jack nods, biting his lip on a whine. He gets up, gets dressed, follows Robby to the kitchen with a crutch under one arm, though he's distracted by the ache of being empty. It's strange after all day, all night, and all morning spent full and slick and fucking himself or getting fucked with something or another.

He can feel slick dripping into his boxers. Jack shifts and squeezes his thighs together. He thought he might be sore after yesterday's marathon, and when he moves a certain way he is just slightly, but he’s so wet it’s easier to focus on that. He clenches his hands by his sides to keep from touching himself.

Of course, Robby always knows. “You want something in you, huh?” He says with a soft, dirty smile, going through the motions of cooking without really looking at what he's doing. Hot. “Your fingers tired?”

That is more noticeable. Fingers, wrist, arm. Jack uh huhs. Robby nods with faux sympathy. “I have what you need,” he says. “Watch the eggs for me for a minute?”

Jack's not honestly sure if he could be trusted with that right now, but he obliges. Robby returns a minute later with something in his hand. “I didn’t bring the lube because I figured you wouldn’t need it,” he says, “but there.” He stands back from Jack’s kitchen chair and reveals the dragon dildo that’s always been a bit of a stretch, a bit hard to take in his ass, but in his newfound pussy...Jack can feel himself leaking just at the thought of taking it.

He’s reaching for his boxers without another thought. Robby chuckles. “I don’t know why you bothered getting dressed. You should’ve known your clothes would be coming off in twenty minutes again anyway.” He kisses Jack's cheek and pats his shoulder.

Jack doesn’t reply, just reaching to touch himself since he hasn’t actually done it this morning. Robby's been the one going swimming so far, which Jack is definitely not complaining about, but something about feeling that wetness on his own fingers...just lights him up.

Jack grins like a fool at how wet he is, the filthy slutty feeling only getting him wetter. He just gathers it on his fingers, a mix of his own soaking wetness and Robby’s saliva and maybe remnants of his come, whatever survived the onslaught of Robby's tongue. Jack lifts his fingers to show Robby how shiny they are. Robby hovers by the table, watching him with his lip between his teeth.

Jack dips one, two fingers inside himself just to test how wet he is, unable to help himself. He bites his lip as the pleasurable sparks make him want to fuck himself harder and faster...

“My eggs are gonna burn, honey,” Robby says, voice low and rough. “Get busy.” He reaches out to slap Jack on the ass.

Jack shivers at the command in his voice and nods, hovering above the chair for a moment, trying to figure out logistics. Robby doesn't offer help. Jack's leaning on the back of it with his cane in reach—and then he lines up and sinks down. It’s a stretch that’s bliss, filling him exactly the way he wants to be. He moans in pure satisfaction. 

“God, look at you,” Robby gasps. “Look at the way that pussy swallows it up like nothing.”

“It’s hungry too,” Jack hums, getting settled. He takes it almost all to the hilt, not quite painful, but a lot of pressure and simply running out of room inside. He's certainly taking it deeper than he ever has before. He can’t help squirming in his chair, watching Robby cook. Robby rushes through it. But Jack is all too happy for it as Robby brings them plates. He’s leaving a mess on this chair.

“Your pussy is filled, that’s what you wanted, right? All you wanted? Stay still, Jack. If you move, you’re gonna get punished,” Robby says. So of course, with a smirk, Jack starts grinding and rocking back into it. Robby’s eyes darken, tearing off a chunk of his toast.

Although it’s hard to sit that way when lust is curling through his veins, Jack never stops moving. He's whining, just fucking himself and ignoring his breakfast, and Robby is watching his every move. “If you make yourself come,” Robby starts, threat thundering in his voice, and Jack’s hand has never flown to his clit faster. He moans to the ceiling at how good and filthy it feels, how the dildo is making wet noises with every rise and fall of his hips.

Robby can’t see it with the table in the way, but he sees the way Jack seizes, and Jack can feel his heated gaze over the table through every throb of his orgasm. It's delicious, aching pleasure, so satisfying and just what he needs.

He slowly comes back down, panting. “That felt so fucking good,” he says with a lazy grin, leaning back into it and settling, actually eating now. “I’m all warm and I can feel myself dripping now. It’s fucking fantastic. Just getting warmed up.” He hums, spreading his legs a little wider around this dildo, mourning the fact that Robby can't see it all. He idly entertains thoughts of riding a dildo like this for Robby just to show him how much his pussy can take. “This thing is just right.”

Robby’s free hand is so tight on the edge of the table, looking at him murderously, face flushed and eyes dark.

Ten minutes later, Jack is back in bed, naked with his hands tied in front of him; up to him to keep himself upright with nothing to brace on as he rides a vibrator, part of his punishment. Obviously they have vibrators a little more suited to their usual equipment, but Jack quickly learns that anything and everything vibrating down there is a good thing.

“You fucking brat,” Robby rasps, hand coming down against his pussy hard again, and again, and again. Jack moans with each spank. “You wanted to tease me? Huh? Can’t even go one meal without being a whore?”

“No,” Jack shakes his head, clenching around nothing, dripping onto clean sheets. “Am I a good whore for you?”

“The best,” Robby says, “the naughtiest. You only get wetter when I punish you.” He spanks Jack's pussy again, dipping his fingers inside, moaning at how wet he is. Jack whines and grinds onto the vibrator, squirming, trying to move his hands and remembering he can't. And then, when Robby spanks him again, propelling him forward onto the vibrator, Jack finds himself coming. “Holy shit, did you just--it’s impossible to punish you,” Robby breathes with something like awe. 

“It feels so fucking good, I can’t help it,” Jack moans, rocking down onto it again. "Spank me, please." He’s going to come again soon with the vibrator on him like this. He gets it now, the vibrator craze.

"Begging for a spanking," Robby says, shaking his head. "God, honey." But he obliges, giving Jack another spank, and Jack lets his hips roll and roll, juices soaking the vibrator's head as he comes again, riding it out in waves. That time, he almost falls thanks to his tied hands, but he doesn't care about anything other than the pleasure buzzing through him, the wetness dripping down, the aching emptiness of his pussy. Jack lets out a lovesick, lustdrunk laugh.

"I love you," he says.

Robby laughs fondly.

#

“Are you sure about this?”

Jack nods. “Absolutely, man. This is what the girls always talk about, right? Two holes full, vibrator, boom?”

Robby eyes him dubiously. “You are having vastly different conversations with the girls at our workplace than I am.”

Jack just shrugs and settles into it, sitting full and slick in Robby’s lap in bed, holding his cock inside his pussy, facing Robby while Robby gathers his slick from where they’re joined and rubs it against his other hole.

Jack is much more familiar with Robby’s fingers prodding there, and leans back into it with a sigh as Robby stretches him open. With his own slick as lube. "Feels strange to need that, doesn't it?" Robby says.

“We haven’t touched the lube since…” Jack trails off. 

Robby hums out a chuckle. “Yeah.” His fingers ease in and out of his ass, going slow, hooking into Jack’s sweet spot--he still has a sweet spot. Jack gasps. Seizes around Robby’s cock. Robby groans. It’s a chain reaction in a loop as Robby plays with him, getting him dripping even more, getting him squirming even though his pussy is full. Never full enough, even though Robby is no small man.

“Please,” Jack wheezes, and Robby pulls his fingers out. Then he quickly replaces them with Jack's favorite vibrating plug, not turned on yet, fitting it snug inside his ass.

That eases the ache, and Robby searches his face. “Good?”

“Yes,” Jack sighs. “So full.”

Robby smiles, face flushed from arousal. Only then does he grab the small vibrator, small enough to fit between them, and places it against Jack’s clit. He shivers with anticipation.

“Ready?”

“Yes, please,” Jack says, already grinding in his lap, desperate for movement. Robby turns both vibrators on at once.

The sound Jack makes brings heat to his cheeks, a nigh impossible feat. He’s shaking instantly, and he knows in mere moments that he’s not going to last long. He clenches hard around Robby’s cock, mouth dropping open.

“Fuck,” Robby shudders. “I can feel it. Feel the vibes.”

“Does it feel good?”

“You have no idea,” Robby chuckles humorlessly, knocking his forehead into Jack’s chest. “God, Jack.” His hips pump up once, twice. Then he remembers how good Jack's pussy feels and fucks him properly. Slowly, Jack gets the wherewithal to ride him like they both want, bouncing and rocking in his lap. His pussy is even louder than the sound of the vibrators.

“Tell me again," Jack breathes, looping his arms around Robby's neck as he bounces. "It gets me so fucking wet, tell me again, man."

"You have the best pussy I've ever fucked," Robby breathes, capturing his mouth. "The wettest, the tightest, the hottest, the slickest, the most addictive, tastiest pussy, fucking milking my cock every time." His cheeks turn fire engine red with every word, and he can't meet Jack's eye, but he'll do anything for Jack, they both know. Jack hums as the words send heat rolling down his spine. "I would do terrible things just to finger you again."

"Jesus, baby. I'm close," Jack gasps, unbelievably close, his entire body one buzzing and sensitive nerve. He whimpers, needing help, "Robby--"

“Come for me.” Robby presses the vibe harder against his clit and keeps pounding his pussy as best he can with Jack on his lap. The vibrators push him higher, and the fullness is the cherry on top he needs.

When Jack comes, his soul leaves his body. He stares at the ceiling without seeing a thing, gasping for air that doesn’t come, almost silent, his body tensed so tightly he can’t move. He can only shake and shudder weakly, clenching onto Robby’s cock and the plug as he squirts again, as wave after wave of hot white pleasure rolls through him. Robby groans into his neck, but he doesn’t come and doesn’t move, knowing Jack is probably too overwhelmed to do anything. Slowly, Jack stops coming.

“Are you okay?” Robby murmur-laughs into his chest, kissing his skin as he waits for Jack to come down. “That looked intense.”

“Holy fuck,” Jack gasps, finally finding the strength to meet his eyes. “Holy shit, man. That was incredible.”

“It looked it.” Robby smiles and kisses him tenderly, slowing the pace and cooling the passion before Jack is done with it. “You need some water?”

“I need you to come, hotshot,” Jack says, still gathering his breath, but he knows for a fact that he needs a creampie like he needs air right now. “Need you to take a picture of it afterward.”

“Fuck, you were serious about that?” Jack insisted on Robby taking a picture of him beforehand, fingers spreading himself open, and he told Robby he wanted a similar picture for after Robby came in him.

“Are you kidding? Of course I was. But you gotta come first.” He tugs on Robby's hair and squeezes around him.

"You're not too sensitive for this?" Robby murmurs, laying him back to fuck him with more leverage. He hoists Jack's leg up against his chest, leaving him exposed. Jack likes it, likes how it stretches him.

"Forty eight hours," he reminds Robby. "I wanna make the most of every moment of that. So am I a little sore, yeah, but that's not gonna stop me." He grins as Robby lets his dick do the thinking and take over entirely, rocking into him, short, hard thrusts that take the breath out of them both. It's not long before Robby's flooding him with wet heat, a feeling Jack has grown to love even more than he already did.

As soon as he pulls out, Robby reaches for Jack’s phone with shaking fingers and snaps a picture. He shows Jack, who licks his lips and nods at the way his pussy is dripping, spread wide, glistening pearly white and puffy red. The plug is still nestled in his ass, and shows in the picture. The entire sight makes Jack clench.

He pulls Robby close for a kiss. "Again?"

#

Robby’s napping with his head on Jack’s thigh on the couch, the both of them taking a breather and spending a lazy Saturday afternoon off. Jack is earnestly paying attention to MASH for the first thirty minutes—and then he remembers that they’ve seen it all before, and it’s good to have on in the background, but not the most engaging thing when he can anticipate all the jokes. He shifts on the couch, noticing the tight way his shorts are pulling against his crotch. It’s so different from usual, how they’re digging into his lips.

Without thinking about it, his middle finger drifts down, petting himself over the shorts. One of Robby’s tshirts and a pair of old basketball shorts have never felt like such a hindrance, but...no, he likes the way it feels, rubbing his clit over the shorts with no underwear, the soft rolling pleasure. He sighs into it, just rubbing himself idly, enjoying the slow and lazy pleasure with no intent.

But it grows intent rather quickly, and he shoves the shorts to the side to slip two fingers inside himself, aching and wet again. Then his fingers go back up to pet his clit with that perfect sloppy lube. Jack whimpers softly, too lost in the pleasure to care about the outside world or anything besides his aching clit. His eyes are shut, so he jumps when he feels Robby's fingers join his. Jack immediately pulls his own out to make room, letting him take over. It feels so much better when Robby does it, anyway.

"Hey," Jack whispers. "Thanks for the help. Sorry to wake you, just couldn't help myself."

"I got a great view over here, no worries," Robby says with a lazy smile, eyes still heavy from his nap. The TV's still playing as he fingerfucks Jack, loud in the open air of their apartment. Jack's quickly rocking his hips into Robby's hand.

"Wait, wait," Jack says with an effort, pulling away, sliding to his knees on the rug, pulling Robby upright. “I wanna see how wet I get from sucking you down. No hands."

Robby's breath hitches. "Al- alright." He pushes down his gray sweatpants and licks his lips, letting Jack lick him to hardness. Jack goes to town. This is one of his favorite things to do, and it's easy to get lost in it.

Jack keeps his hands crossed behind his back and goes to town, all too happy to suck and slurp and lick his way up Robby’s cock. His fingers wander between his legs, hoping to relieve the ache. “Ah, sh,” Robby scolds. “Hands off.”

Jack whines and channels his energy into sucking Robby stupid, looking up at him faux innocently through his lashes. “So fucking handsome,” Robby breathes. “I bet you’re making a puddle under yourself, baby.”

Jack nods, knowing he is without needing to feel it. Robby doesn't take long, his defenses down from sleep and touching Jack, as they've both quickly learned that nothing gets Robby harder than feeling how wet his pussy is, rubbing the slick between his fingers or tasting it.

He unloads into Jack's mouth, which makes him noticeably gush with warmth even without using his fingers to check. Indeed, he's made a puddle in the rug that he's not looking forward to cleaning, but it's hot as fuck right now. Robby pants, cheeks flushed.

Jack lays himself back out on the couch and spreads his legs, hooking his good one over the back of the couch as he pets over his pussy, flicking at his clit with a shiver. “Come on. Fingers. Dying over here."

Robby doesn't leave him waiting, just slides two fingers into him easy as anything. "You take it so well, so fucking wet," he praises fondly, fucking Jack hard on those two fingers. And then Jack hands him his phone. Robby looks up with are you sure about this? eyes.

"I want some pictures to commemorate this, I told you,” Jack whispers. "Who wouldn't want a picture with your fingers inside their pussy?"

Robby’s already blushing. “How many, uh—“

“As many as you can fit in there.”

Robby shakes his head with a slight huff of disbelief and obliges. He fits two, three, ending on four fingers in a tight squeeze sitting shallowly in his pussy, but they’re there. Jack whines and squirms.

Robby takes a few pictures. He keeps fucking jack with his fingers while Jack looks them over. “Perfect.” Only then does he let himself surrender to the pleasure, ignoring the soreness and the sensitivity of his clit. Robby's fingers are far more important, and Jack meant it when he said he wants to savor every bit of this, get every last drop of pleasure out of this sweet, sopping, temporary pussy.

#

Come Monday morning, when they're getting ready for a day shift together, Jack is back to normal. It changed sometime during his sleep. Now, his cock is extra aching sensitive, made from the same flesh as his clit, after all, and he swears off sex for several days. Robby is amused. "How do you feel about it?" he asks as they're getting ready together in the bathroom, side by side.

“I’m relieved, of course,” Jack says, “but part of me is sad. God, man, that made getting fucked so much easier. It was so hot. And the way I could come and come again and again...ugh.”

Robby chuckles. “Yeah. Maybe it can happen again.” He nudges Jack's shoulder.

At work, Mel is bright eyed and bushy tailed, the first to ask about their unexplained absence over the weekend. Jack's taken her under his wing, and she flocks to his side almost as soon as he's signed in. “Hey, Doctor Abbot, I’m sorry to hear you were sick this weekend. Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah, Mel,” he says, locking eyes with Robby across the hub. He allows a small smirk to cross his face before wiping it off. “It was a…you know, a productive weekend despite the sickness. Actually one I wouldn’t mind getting again.”

He starts walking away, and doesn’t answer as Mel asks, “What was your illness, exactly?”

Jack chuckles. Robby is pink. "Did we ever find out what happened to the nurse who spilled that shit on me?" Jack asks him.

"They just said what nurse?" Robby says with a shrug. "She wasn't in the system. I'd never seen her before."

Jack laughs, half joking, half not, "Maybe she was a succubus here to spread carnal pleasure. Here and then gone again, moving on to the next victim."

Robby smiles. "Maybe if you're a very good boy, she'll visit you again. Give you the same shit."

Jack isn't opposed to that.