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It’s been a year since Herman the janitor’s life had turned on its head after meeting Mechaman, the chain of events ultimately leading up to being granted the privilege of existing as Waterboy the hero. Six months since Herm has been granted the pleasure and honor of calling himself Robert Robertson III’s lover and best friend.
Six months of slowly leaving his items around Robert’s apartment, filling up empty spaces with spare waterproof clothing, a toothbrush and shampoo and extra towels in his bathroom, Tupperware filled with the meat pies his grandma made that Robert loved so much and cookies on the counter he’d baked himself. Slowly but surely, the tenderness that had cultivated between them seeped into their pores in a way that was real- tangible. It was much deeper and personal than Herm could've ever hoped for, dreamed for.
Sweet and perfect like the way Robert grew to trust him with things like his pleasure and his body just as much as the tender pained parts of his soul. It was something Herm cherished and protected fiercely, held carefully like the most precious thing in the world.
Which is why Herm shouldn’t be doing anything that could break even a fragment of that trust. He knew that. Except it’d been far too late. He didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t like he could unsee what he’d seen.
He only meant to check the time. It was the Friday after their shift, and Robert had gone out to walk Beef while Herm had gone into his bathroom to change out of his wetsuit and into something more comfortable.
Robert left his phone on his kitchen countertop. He picked up Robert’s phone only intending to power it on to check the time but then and a water droplet fell on it and well -
At some point during the frantic rush to dry Robert’s phone, he had somehow managed to unlock it (why did Robert not have a passcode on his phone?) and that’s when he saw it. He didn’t mean to but well-
His eyes were locked on the little number at the top of his open tabs - 25 - and then to the content of those tabs that were open. And well. His traitorous eyes widened as the blue light of his phone beamed up at him, mind of their own as he couldn’t help but roam across the digital screen.
> BDSM Test . org
> Wikihow. Com - BDSM Test Results Explained
> What does it mean to be a rope bunny
> What is Shibari
> Shibari Google Images
> Discover Your Kink
> How to know if you’ve been in sub space before
> What is puppy play
> puppy play toys
> is it normal to want to be tied up and fucked after being held hostage and almost dying multiple times
> submission psychology
> do I need therapy quiz
> how to introduce BDSM in relationships
> cute outfits for dogs
His history painted (mostly) a clear picture. A clear picture that made images flash behind Herm’s eyes as his imagination reeled as fast as the desire coiling in his gut. He’d gone down this rabbit hole before. They’ve briefly… talked about this kind of thing before. If dirty talk during sex counts as “talking about it”, that is. They both knew each other intimately at this point. Robert would be his first and only love.
He just didn’t know what to do with all the overwhelmingly perverted desires he had when he so much as breathed in Robert’s direction. The fact that there was clear evidence that Robert was falling down that same rabbit hole and, based on his internet history, seemed to want to actually…. Engage more in it. It was unlocking a terrifying and unexplored desire rooted deep in his gut.
Robert tied up and splayed out on the bed, helpless, soft rope binding his arms behind his back and looped around his thighs, eager, ready to submit.
His brown doe eyes hazy and lost with pleasure, face sticky with cum and tear stained cheeks. Lips swollen and puffy. Eyes brimming with more unshed tears. That seductive confident voice reduced to broken whimpers and moans that choked around his name.
Cheeks decorated with beautiful freckles flush red down to his chest… Possessive love bites all over his skin, across his neck like a collar where the world could see it. Wet. Abdomen drenched in his own load as he got filled to the brim with Herm’s until it leaked down trembling thighs. Robert clenching around a plug put in him so that not a drop more can escape him.
Begging. Trusting. Letting go and letting Herm take control, letting him take care of him fully.
Taking care of him until his mind was nothing more than fuzzy clouds as he let himself be swept in the tide of touch and feeling good until all the bad thoughts get successfully fucked out of him and every ache in his body replaced with endorphins and -
Herm ripped his eyes away from the screen the moment his eyes landed on a Pornhub tab which was graciously titled ‘Tall ginger twink obliterates puppy sub to tears’ and practically threw Robert’s phone down on the counter at the sound of the front door opening.
“Hey Herm, have you seen my phone, think I might have left it here somewhere.”
He didn’t dare speak lest he let out a high pitched pained squeak. His mind reeled as he frantically tried replacing his dirty thoughts with other ones before his body caught on to the heat roaring in his lower gut.
Naked old people.
Naked old people.
Dirty socks. Dirty underwear.
Naked old people wearing dirty socks and dirty underwear.
He pointed at the kitchen counter with a smile that probably looked too stretched on his face. Robert blinked at him with those big doe eyes he adored so much as his eyes trailed to the kitchen counter. He unclipped Beef’s leash and smiled as the fat dog trotted away while happily panting.
“Ah, so I did leave it here. Thanks.”
“Mhm!” He squeaked out.
Robert raised a brow in concern as he meandered over to the countertop to pocket his phone, looking Herm up and down as if trying to analyze what could possibly be the reason for his burning cheeks and wide bug eyes.
“You okay, Herm?”
“H-huh? Yeah! Why- why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well.” Robert glanced down at the puddle forming at his feet. “I feel like I haven’t seen you drip this much since Chase interrogated you about our relationship.”
“I-I- What? No.” He cleared his throat, feigning casualness the best he could as his mind reeled with images he had to swallow thickly around before they could tent his shorts. “I always drip this much.”
“Uh-huh. And my middle name is Bob.”
Herm snorted, his arousal briefly forgotten as humor twinkled in his eyes.
“T-that would be… that would be really sad if true.”
“You making fun of my name, big guy? What’s wrong with Robert Bob Robertson the third?”
Herm let out an ugly giggle that made a smile stretch over Robert’s lips. Robert’s eyes shone brightly at the sound, despite the mortification he always felt whenever those kinds of laughs escaped him.
“Why are you laughing? You think this is funny? You think being Robert Red Robin Robertson the third has been easy?”
Herm covered his mouth at the little snort that escaped him. Robert gravitated closer to him with a grin, like he just couldn’t help himself.
“You- why did the name change again? This is -” He bit his grinning bottom lip. “G-getting out of hand.”
“What’s out of hand is someone named Robert Robertson being boyfriends with someone named Herman Haver-”
Robert stared down at Beef who was wagging his tail between the two and put on his best impression of the dog, if Beef sounded like a chain smoking version of Marge Simpson. “And their son Beef Beefington!”
“Robert- I- what did I say, a-about Beef having that voice.” The concept of Beef being their son and having a child with Robert didn’t go unchecked in his brain, based on the way his heart did a 360 degree kick flip in his chest. “I refuse- I refuse to believe he- Beef- s-sounds like that. Or has that last name.”
“Everyone’s always a critic.”
Robert’s hands intertwined with his and he guided him toward the couch before he could think more of it. It was Friday date night. They were gonna watch a movie together and eat take out Thai food and cuddle without a care in the world, for a single night. Herm could handle not thinking about what he’d seen on Robert’s phone.
Robert leaned against Herm on the plastic wrapped couch, eyes lifting from his phone as he started placing their online order.
He could handle not thinking about his amazing, gorgeous, surprisingly dorky partner naked and in binds -
“So do you wanna talk about it? Don’t think I forgot about the puddle over there. Plus, you’ve been clenching and unclenching your fists for the past ten minutes.”
Or not.
Herm sighed and slouched in on himself. There was no escaping Robert’s attentive eye.
What did Robert always say?
When you’re stuck in a situation, sometimes the only way out is through.
The words rung out loud and true, engrained in his heart and soul like every other piece of advice Robert has ever given him.
“Herm?” Robert put his phone down, completely forgotten as he leaned into Herm’s personal space with concerned brown eyes. Herm closed his eyes tight. He hoped that Robert could find it in his heart to forgive him for this.
“Are you--”
“I saw your internet search history. I-I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to - I was just... trying to check the time and -well- I saw. Your tabs. On accident. I'm sorry.”
Silence. Herm’s eyes were shut so tightly that white dots danced behind his eyelids.
“Oh. Oh.” Robert cleared his throat in the way he did whenever he got embarrassed. “Okay... Is… is that it?”
Herm peeked an eye open at Robert who seemed… embarrassed but mostly confused.
“I-I… you. I broke your trust and saw what I wasn’t supposed to… to see. You should be mad.”
“Why should I be mad?” Robert blinked, eyebrow furrowing. He put a hand over his and threaded his fingers through his. “Herm. You’re my partner. I trust you. Besides, there isn't anything on this phone that would be surprising to you, at this point.”
Herm’s fists slowly unclenched as Robert unthreaded his fingers from their tight grip, digit by digit. His eyes darted across the room before meeting Robert’s with a nervous sweat dripping down his neck.
“I- well- but- you. I know you’ve mentioned it but… You would- actually want me to tie you up? Not just with my… by pinning you down… but in-”
Herm looked away, face flushing red hot as arousal threatened to roar back in his gut.
“In ropes? Yes. I would. Without question.”
Robert coughed awkwardly, smiling despite the flush on his cheeks. He was always gorgeous without trying.
“Like I said, Herm. I trust you. I’ve never… fully submitted to anyone in the past before but I’d like to try it. Only because it’s you. But only if you want it, too.”
Something about the confession made Herm’s bottom lip twitch and tears prickle behind his eyes. Trust. Robert fully trusted him to the point of being willing to give him something he’d never given anyone before - full control.
Herman knew how much that meant to them both. To Robert, who was never given the option to carry anything less than the weight of the world on his shoulders and forced to sacrifice his own flesh for a robot’s empty shell at the young age of 16. And Herm, who's never been anything other than a burden to those who were closest to him, minus his grandma, or trusted to handle anything delicate for fear of him messing it up. But Robert’s never treated him like a burden, or believed he couldn’t handle tougher missions or delicate operations. He’d really trust him with this, too.
And Herm wanted it just as bad. He wanted to give Robert the whole damn world that learned to take from him without ever learning to give anything in return.
Herm didn’t know how to convey any of those thoughts so instead he grabbed Robert by the shoulders, leveled him with a steely gray eyed expression before leaning his full weight into him, swooping him into a gentle kiss that hopefully transmitted all his feelings into him.
Maybe it worked, in a way, because Robert shivered into the kiss despite the kiss being sweet, soft, and nothing more than warm lips on lips.
“Herm.” Robert whispered in the space of their lips when they broke apart. “I’m yours, you know that right?”
Herm gasped softly but it felt like he’d been electrocuted, chest filling with so much love for this man that it felt overwhelming. God, Herm would give Robert the moon and back and it wouldn’t be enough. Herm was so entirely Robert’s. He just hoped that would be enough.
“Give me- give me the week to p-prepare. I r-really want to do this for you. As long as you'd let me.” Nerves fluttered in his gut but they dissipated at the soft, loving gaze Robert fixed him with. He kissed the corner of his mouth, melting into Robert on the couch as his hands threaded into his wet strands of hair. If Herm was a dog, his tail would be wagging at the soft touch of Robert’s hands petting the back of his head.
Later that night when Robert fell asleep on his newly purchased bed with a stomach full of Thai food, Herm got to work with intense eyes and a blush as he made multiple online purchases on his phone.
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“Fuck, Herm.” Robert was undressed on the bed, wet kisses littered across his body leaving him entirely drenched head to toe.
Herm had made sure to worship every inch of skin his lips could touch, from his ankles to the curve of his hips, to the divot of his pelvic bone, every ridge of his abdominal muscles and every white healed up scar on his body up to his chest and neck. It was easy to love Robert Robertson as easy as it was to breath, and that absolution cleared away all the nerves that had tensed up his body.
How could Herm be nervous and tense, when Robert had been turned into putty from his worshipping kissing alone?
“Did you-” Robert panted as Herm finished tying Robert in the silky bamboo rope he’d left concealed in the bottom of his drawer earlier that week. “Have you been practicing?”
Robert’s chest was adorned in the softest, silkiest rope Herm could find, luxurious red rope adhered with knots framing his chest and down his sternum and across his arms, binding his forearms and wrists together behind his back. Herm had practiced endlessly, motivated with the eagerness to give Robert everything he deserved and more. As a final touch, a blue choker collar adorned Robert’s neck decorated with lace, clipped to a black leash that draped around the bed like rose petals.
“You’re so- so good to me, Herm.” Robert whispered in awe, testing the strength of the rope and groaning deep in his throat when he found it didn’t give. Robert’s pupils were already blown wide, his erection pressing against his abdomen, angry and untouched.
“You- you deserve it, Robert.” Herm kissed his shoulders before pushing him gently on his back. He was practically gift wrapped for him. Helpless and sweet and not in control, for once. “Such a g-good boy.”
Robert’s neck craned back at that as a trembling sigh tumbled out of his throat.
“Fuck. Shit. Wow, okay- I guess I like that.”
Herm was still fully dressed, his trousers tight with the strain of his hard-on but he hardly paid any mind to it. Tonight was all about Robert. He teasingly traced around the skin being bound by ropes, up and down his chest and arms. Soft fluttering touches that left Robert arching for more.
“I-I know you do. You like being- being a good pup for me, right, Robert?” To prove his point, Herm grabbed on to the leash and pulled it. Robert gasped, shivering visibly as his head was canted up toward Herm.
“Oh fuck-” Robert’s arms strained against the ropes, his hips canting up desperate for denied friction and finding no purchase. “You-you seriously cheated by looking at my internet history.”
A giggle slipped out of his throat as he thumbed across Robert’s nipples, enjoying the way the barely-there pressure made a wheeze escape his throat.
“Y-you could look at mine too. If you want. It’s only -mm- it’s only fair.”
“Yeah? You got good stuff in there?” Robert panted, a shit eating grin on his face, a contrast to the way he was currently humping the air with flushed cheeks. “Cute date idea. We could look through each other's browser histories and talk about who the bigger freak is. We can place our bets now.”
Herm smiled - a challenging flicker in his eyes.
Robert was far too conversational right now. He needed to get him so far out of his head that he didn’t even know how to form a proper sentence anymore, until the only word he knew how to say was his name. He’d have to put his back into it if Robert’s dry wit was still making its usual appearance.
Before Robert could comment on the evil mischievous glint in his eyes, Herm flipped him around easily, like he weighed nothing, so that Robert’s face was buried in a pillow and his hips were canted up.
“I-I don’t think you’ll be able to do a lot of talking. To be able to place any bets. A-at least that’s the-the goal.” Herm kissed along Robert’s spine, relishing in the shiver that ran through him.
“Herm.” Robert moaned into the sheet below. “Come on. Fuck me already.”
“Mm- I’ve barely started, Robert.” It was a lie. He’s been teasing him with nothing but kissing and soft touches for nearly an hour now. “Not-not yet.”
Herm reached for the leash and tugged, reminding Robert gently without words who was in control. It was a firm enough tug to get Robert out of his head just a little, based on the way he subconsciously canted his hips down to get friction against his cock on the bedsheets below.
“Ah-ah-ah” Herm chided, pulling the leash firmly enough to get Robert’s breath to stutter in his throat. “No grinding on the bedsheets, m-my good pup.” He grabbed one of Robert’s legs and placed them above his shoulder for good measure. “O-or next time, I’ll have to- to tie up your legs too.”
Robert moaned low and filthily, like he was putting on a show just for him.
"Yeah? You promise?"
Herm hummed in response, smiling wickedly. At this point, his cock was starting to hurt as it strained against the seam of his shorts but he could care less. Herm breathed hotly over Robert’s fluttering hole - his body was pulled taut like the bow of a violin string, ready to snap. Tense and willing and waiting as he peered over his shoulder at Herm with lidded eyes.
Before he could overthink it, Herm pressed the flat of his tongue against Robert’s taint, losing himself in the noise that was ripped out of his boyfriend and his desperate noises as he greedily sucked and prodded his tongue into the tight wet heat between his legs. He stilled the movement of Robert’s hips, moon crescent shapes digging into his hips as he lifted Robert's other leg around his shoulder so he was fully suspended by him. Like a starved man, he thrusted his tongue into Robert like it was his cock instead. Robert couldn’t move, couldn’t grind his hips back when he was being held up around Herm’s shoulders with his upper body bound.
“Fuck!! Herm!! Too- too much- fuck- so good. So fucking good.”
Herm whimpered, getting lost in spreading Robert apart with his tongue he almost didn’t notice Robert was close to coming.
“Herm-- Herm--”
Herm was a possessed man. His mind filled with thoughts of Robert, Robert, Robert. The entire world could burn down and his primary focus would still be on drawing pleasure out the man currently writhing and moaning in his hold. The moment Herm buried a finger into Robert at the same speed of his tongue, Robert was gone with a cry as his release painted the bedsheets below.
Herm panted, satisfied at the way Robert was slowly becoming more and more gelatinous. His finger joined the other as Herm continued thrusting into him.
“Oh fuck- fuck- I just came, I- Herm, wait up-”
“Shh, you can- you can give me another like this, my good boy. Such a good pup. B-besides you know- you know the word to get me to-to stop.”
Herm thrusted his fingers faster, curling them so he was pressing against his prostate. Robert cried, writhing and gasping in his hold while he didn’t relent his speed or power.
“More- Herm- I- ohhh god-”
Herm had never heard a request quite as sweet, easily complying as he added a third finger, spreading him apart further before dipping his tongue in again-
Robert choked on a moan as his second orgasm hit him harder than the last one, making his body spasm before ending on a full body shudder. He was melted wax, putty in Herm’s arms as he gently laid him back down on the bed.
He was so hard that he couldn’t ignore the pain anymore. He practically came in his pants from Robert’s pleasured noises and his taste alone, and wow wouldn’t that solidify him as the bigger freak between the two?
Herm ripped himself of his black sports shirt and shorts, ripping off his underwear next as Robert rolled himself on his back to watch him strip with a relaxed smile on his face.
Robert’s eyes hyper focused on the leaking erection that sprung against his abdomen heavily. Wordlessly, he rolled his tongue out with lidded eyes, eyeing the hard erection between them.
“Herm-”
“Oh- Robert, you really don’t need to, I-”
“Please-”
Herm blinked before his lips broke out in a proud smile at the realization that Robert's brain was finally leaking out his ears. His eyes were hazy, expression peaceful as if he were floating on a cloud. He wished he could see Robert this relaxed and pliant without a line of stress in between his brows all the time.
God, Herm would do anything to make that possible. To always be the person that could see Robert like this. He was his. His Robert. His lover. His beautiful, amazing, good boy. He wanted to tenderly and softly push Robert into that floaty place and be completely trusting that he would be safe and loved there. Always. Forever.
“Does my- my good boy want to- to suck me off?”
“Please- been a good boy. Herm. Want. Please.”
He grabbed the leash around Robert’s neck and pulled, guiding Robert to sit on his knees. He carded his hands through Robert’s hair and face and neck just because he couldn't stop touching him before fisting the rope behind his back. He’d have to hold Robert up for this, but that was alright. He had superhuman stamina and strength for a reason, and if the only reason was to be able to pleasure Robert as much as possible, then that was enough.
He held Robert up by the ropes on his back and smeared precum over his bottom lip, eyes heavy with arousal at the sight. He panted harshly when Robert's tongue slipped out his mouth to kitten lick the tip of his cock, as if on instinct. Just Robert breathing over his cock was nearly enough to send him hurtling toward the edge. He bit his lip hard.
“O-open up, pup and be good for me. Don’t-don’t spill a drop, okay?”
Robert nodded and rolled his tongue out, unable to do anything but let himself hang suspended and relax his throat as Herm pushed his cock into the soft warm heat of his mouth. They both moaned at the same time. His hands trembled with restraint, thrusting into Robert’s mouth gently both for Robert’s sake and so that he wouldn’t come instantly.
Robert moaned around Herm, eyelashes wet as he looked up at Herm with lidded eyes.
“Gh--hard--er-pleagh--need--gh”
Herm bottomed out into Robert’s throat before his mind could catch up to his body, hips pistoning in and out of his throat with desperation and an overwhelming arousal that made his head spin. Robert choked and moaned right after, tears slipping down his cheeks as Herm relentlessly fucked his mouth- He doesn’t know what was possessing him but something about Robert choking around his cock, face full of bliss, drool and precum slipping down his bottom lip and chin-
It was too much.
Herm spilled with a whiny cry down Robert’s throat and just like he said he would, his throat worked around him. He didn’t spill a drop.
“Oh god- Robert- that was- wow- you- wow...” Herm slipped his soft cock out and brushed saliva off his bottom lip with his thumb. He gently placed Robert down back on the bedsheets with his back against the soiled fabric below them. “Such a good boy, not wasting a single drop. My good boy.”
“Mm…mhm.. Yours.”
“Are you still green?” Herm scritched at his scalp by his damaged ear and smiled when Robert leaned into the touch like he really was a puppy. “Wanna keep going or- or do you want to stop?”
“Mm.. floaty…” Robert’s eyelids were barely open, pupils blown wide and wild. “M’Green. Going. Please.”
Herm kissed Robert, tasting himself on his tongue as their tongues languidly glided together. It was open mouthed and wet but oh so perfect and he was hard again before he knew it. He was unable to help it - drunk off Robert like being drunk off ambrosia and wine.
“I’m gonna- gonna- fill you now, okay, pup?”
“Please- please- wanna be yours. So full. Need more.”
“I know, you’re needy aren’t you? Such a good, needy boy.”
Herm positioned Robert’s legs over his shoulders again, this time so that he was able to look at Robert’s face as he fucked him.
He positioned himself at his entrance.
“Ready?”
“Hurry- please- need it- need you, Herm.”
He brushed a stray tear away from Robert’s eyelashes gently before pushing himself into him slowly, driving deeper and deeper until Robert’s back was arching and their hips were flush together.
He’d already come earlier but he was already close to coming again. Herm closed his eyes and breathed to calm himself down before finally moving.
“Harder- please, Herm. Please.”
He was moving at a tortuous pace and he knew he was edging Robert at this point with the slow drag of his hips, with the way he grinded deeply for good measure every time their hips met. He couldn’t help himself. The gasps, the moans, the way Robert’s head craned back as sweat beaded down the column of his neck, the way the ropes bordered around his erect nipples. It wasn’t something Herm wanted to rush. He wanted to see it all in slow motion. He wanted Robert to feel every inch of him in slow motion, until he was bursting at the seams.
He practically was already, with the way his breaths were coming out in stuttered gasps and overwhelmed tears welled in his eyes.
“F-faster. Harder. Fuck, Herm. Killing me. M’dying.”
“I will, b-babe, sweetheart. I promise. Let me take care of you.” Herm kissed his damaged ear and paused his motions altogether to take a second and take him in, drinking in the groan once he finally rolled his hips back into Robert, like he was trying to carefully grind his cock up into his abdomen. “Just a- a bit more, Robert. My good boy. M-my good pup. The best boy- in the whole world.”
He wrapped his hand around his leash and pulled, stealing the breath from his lungs as he devoured his mouth hungrily, movements tense and barely restrained now that Robert was a complete mess of gasps and moans under him. Because of him. Fuck.
“Need to fill you, Robert. Not just your-your mouth. Pump you full of my-my come. Wanna do this forever.” Herm’s filter was out the window as much as Robert’s and it showed. “You’ll take everything I give you, Robert? Will you?”
It was an earnest question, answered in the same way Robert has been begging for the last hour - with chants of “Please” and “Want” and “Need.” Herm wouldn’t make Robert wait any longer.
He drew halfway out and in one solid motion, bottomed out. Robert choked on a cry. Herm was lost in pleasure as he pistoned into Robert hard, grabbing the leash and pulling him up into a kiss.
“Mine- mine - mine.” Herm was going crazy. He was fully committed on getting Robert to come at least two more times before he did, but he couldn’t hold back anymore with the way Robert was clenching around him and pulling him deeper inside him everytime he drew out, like he was sucking him back in everytime he tried leaving.
It was too much. Herm came with a punched out cry deep into Robert, panting into the divot of his shoulder. Robert was still writhing beneath him, overwhelmed.
He wasn’t going to let his good boy up until he was completely dry, and it seemed he still had more to go based on the precum dripping down his neglected cock. Herm fisted his cock and stroked him, sucking at the spot below his jaw that drove him crazy, right above the soft fabric of the blue choker collar around his neck. Herm was getting hard again in the short amount of time it took to stroke Robert to completion again. Robert was a far gone mess - breath ragged and eyes rolled back behind his head. But Herm wasn’t done with him yet. Not yet- not yet.
He pulled out of Robert and flipped him over, not wasting another moment before driving back into him from behind so that he could fuck into him deeper. There must be something horribly wrong with Herm. Or something primal was awakening inside him as the needy and possessive voice in his head chanted fill, fill, fill as he moaned at the thought of fucking his load deeper into Robert, filling him from both sides as much as possible until he was covered and claimed and all his, his - inside and out.
“H--Hgh-- fu---” Robert’s moans were being muffled by the pillows beneath them and that possessive part of him reared his head again.
“W-what was that, sweet pup? Can’t… your face is buried in the- the pillow. Can’t hear-- hear you.”
Herm’s hips stuttered for a moment and he frowned when Robert nuzzled his face into the pillows again, his delicious whine inaudible.
Herm yanked the leash around his throat rougher than he intended, being driven by desperate desire to listen to Robert melting under his hands. Robert gasped at the roughness before shivering, eyes rolling back as drool escaped down his bottom lip. He let out another moan as Herm tugged on the leash again. This time his face couldn’t be muffled by pillow.
“That’s- that’s better.”
Herm pulled out fully and slammed himself to the hilt, right against his prostate, continuing his brutal pace until overwhelmed tears slipped down Robert’s cheeks and he was reduced to syllables and letters. With a silent scream, Robert spasmed and came again. Herm didn’t slow down, desperately chasing his release as he pulled on the leash even harder, driving Robert’s head back to meet him in a filthy kiss that was all spit and tongue and teeth.
He was close-close-close- Robert moaned in a way that was all gravel and baritone as the lewd squelch of cum resounded in the room. Robert shuddered in pleasure bordering on the brink of overwhelmed as Herm chased his pleasure.
“Fuck… G’boy, Hermie… Mine.”
Herm came with a shout, the pressure of his cum against his prostate making Robert’s mouth fall open in a silent cry. Herm didn’t let a single drop slip out of him, swiping two fingers up his inner thigh at the trickle of cum that had seeped out. With all the audacity to be shy after fucking Robert’s brains out his ears, Herm slipped his cum stained fingers into Robert’s mouth. Robert moaned around the fingers as he sucked them clean, staring at Herm with lidded eyes all the while. Herm’s throat bobbed and he felt his cock twitch inside him.
“Good boy, Robert.”
Robert smiled completely and utterly dazed, feeling like his brain was three galaxies away on another planet far far away. Herm held him close as they caught their breaths and with a pout, Herm finally slipped out of Robert. He thought distantly of using a plug next time so that Herm wouldn’t have to be pouty of his release dribbling out of him. He could barely formulate the thought long enough before he was being manhandled out of the shibari ropes.
At some point, Robert’s eyelids drooped and he fell asleep as Herm worked him out of the ropes. He felt warm and satisfied and so completely safe that he let himself be manhandled in his most defenseless state. He relished in that fuzzy space, where he was a floating body in a sea of clouds weightless unlike Mechaman that had all the weight of the world on his back. Here, in this space, he was Herm’s good boy, and he was so safe and cared for that he couldn’t imagine being anyone or anything else.
Robert stirred awake at the sensation of a cooling gel being rubbed into his skin around his throat and chest and arms. They were in the bath now - for how long now, he had no idea. Robert had always been the type to jolt out of bed at the slightest noise, expecting to finally be escorted to death's door with every cautious step he took. Except now, somehow, Herm had managed to carry him, wash him, apply a soothing gel on him, and he didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep in the first place. It was disarming as much as it was exhilarating to be able to trust someone this much and come out on the other side of it in one piece, broken and reshaped into a better man.
“H-hey, sleepy head.” Herm spoke so softly to him, eyes radiating with so much love it took Robert back for a second as his brain slowly came back to him through the cloudy molasses. “You okay?”
“Mmm..” Robert took hold of Herm’s finger that was gliding up and down the rope marks over his chest. He placed a tender kiss on each knuckle, smiling when that made Herm blush to the tips of his ears down to his neck. “So good, Herm. I’m so good.”
“Was it… was all that okay?”
“It was everything and more.” Robert placed a soft kiss on Herm’s lips. “You broke me. I think I’ve been reborn or some shit. Like a phoenix. Whatever. Brain slowly coming back online, not all there yet.”
Herm grinned wide and bridal carried Robert out of the water of the bath. He stifled the embarrassing yelp that made its way out his throat as Herm carried him back into the bedroom. The bedsheets had been changed at some point. Damn, how long had Robert been out?
He extended him arms out to Herm, making grabby motions at him before he got his wish and they were cuddled together in bed, naked and renewed with intertwined limbs.
Robert buried his head in Herm’s neck.
“Thank you.”
“Hm?” Herm nuzzled against him affectionately. “F-for… for what?”
For allowing me the ability to trust again. For being safe, when I’ve never had anyone like that I can truly let go with. For giving me everything I thought I didn’t deserve like it was easy to do.
“Just cause. Thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you.”
“I- no, you!” Herm’s eyes shot open. “You are. The amazing one. I’m- I’m. The fact you- you let me have the chance to have you. To do all those things. I….” Herm sniffed, overwhelmed as his bottom lip trembled.
“Shh- I know.” Robert smiled, leaning in and kissing Herm softly again. He sighed into the kiss. Limbs intertwined, it was all the words that needed to be shared.
“Me too.”