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Dennis gasped softly as his back hit the car suddenly, body crowded against the vehicle by the older man, bag falling to the floor. Without a second's pause, hungry lips found his own and he was yanked into a bruising kiss filled with so much passion it almost hurt.
“-Sending me pictures like that…on shift.” Robby growled, lips suddenly by Dennis’s ear. The older man was wasting absolutely no time, one of his hands raking down Dennis’s trembling body. “How much of a fucking whore are you, kid? Is this what you wanted?”
To punctuate his question, Robby’s hand roughly cupped the younger man’s cunt through his scrubs. Dennis whined, back arching slightly. “R-Robby- We’re…someone could come any second!” He tried to protest, but it was a weak, pathetically halfhearted protest.
The man scoffed, “Don’t act like you wouldn’t like that.” Robby nipped at the man’s ear, before his lips were attacking that wonderfully pale neck, determined to leave him bruised and claimed.
And really, Dennis couldn’t argue. He would like that, at least a little bit. If someone saw him being claimed so openly by Robby. God. The thought itself had him moaning sweetly, grinding his cunt into the palm of Robby’s big hand. He was already so wet and hard, little cock throbbing in the confines of his cotton panties.
“And don’t tell me you’re sorry,” he added, fingers now working to untie the front of Dennis’s scrubs, working the knot undone in record time. “I know you aren’t…don’t want to be a liar and a whore now, do you?”
Whining, Dennis shook his head, eyes darting around as Robby’s hand slid past the waistband of his scrubs. Fuck. This was all his fault. He’d asked for this when he’d slipped away to the bathroom mid shift. Honestly, he wasn’t quite sure what overcame him. He’d pulled down his scrubs and snapped a picture of his ass…and then he’d pulled down his panties and taken a picture of his pretty cunt and little cock. He should’ve sent them after work, but he didn’t. He’d sent them then and there, skipping back onto the ER floor like nothing was amiss.
Robby had been wound up for the rest of the day, cock throbbing every time he thought of the pictures.
Sending nudes wasn’t new for them. It was something Dennis did on a regular basis, in all honesty. Shower pics, bath pics, pictures of him in bed whilst Robby is at work. Pictures…sometimes videos of him fucking himself, whimpering and moaning prettily for the camera aimed as his drooly cunt. Dennis was a slut, a whore, he knew that. It was all Robby’s fault.
“Y-You corrupted me,” he panted, whimpering when he was caught in a rough, slow kiss. Two of Robby’s thick fingers pressed against his clit through the damp fabric of his panties, moving in a slow circle that had Dennis’s knees buckling. He felt himself throb, hole fluttering around nothing but the mere promise of being touched. He was so easy when it came to Robby. Such a cheap whore that it honestly shocked him. “Turned me into such a whore.”
“Ah, ah,” Robby chuckled, fingers travelling down, pressing against Dennis’s hole through the fabric. “Don’t blame me, kid. You always had it in you…I just brought it out. You needed a guiding hand…that’s all,”
Not wanting to delay the inevitable, Robby pushed the damp fabric of Dennis’s panties aside, dragging his fingers through the slick wetness. He groaned in the younger man’s ear, hot breath making Dennis tremble slightly. One finger pushed inside with ease, Dennis’s hands gripping uselessly at the car behind him.
“Mmhm~” he moaned softly, eyes still darting around every few seconds. More than aware that they weren’t entirely alone here. Any second, someone could come and catch them in the act. It made Dennis feel ashamed, but it made him feel so aroused it almost hurt. “R-Robby…”
The man’s finger moved in and out of his cunt quickly, a second digit soon joining the first, pulling another little gasp and moan from the younger man’s bitten lips. “You know that’s not the right name,” Robby’s lips were still pressed to his ear, beard tickling against sensitive skin. “Mhm, can you hear that cunt of yours? All sticky and loud…begging for someone to hear it.” He teased meanly, pulling his fingers free to pinch at Dennis’s little cock for a moment. He pushed them right back in, pumping them quickly.
Dennis whined, pressing his face into the warmth of Robby’s chest, his eyes watering as the man’s fingers pounded his cunt. He could feel his mind going fuzzy and he could hear his blood rushing in his ears. Not wanting himself to get in any more trouble, Dennis nodded quickly in response to the man's question. He could hear his cunt, always so loud for Robby and his touches. “I-I am sorry, Daddy…I’m sorry for being a whore. I was a bad boy.” he panted, cunt spasming.
“Mmhm,” Robby nodded, two fingers suddenly becoming three. Dennis gasped, breath hitching. “No phone whilst you’re at work for the rest of the week, understood?”
“Un-Understood.” he nodded quickly.
“And you’ll give me your phone when we get home, then bend yourself over my knee.”
Dennis shuddered, clinging onto Robby helplessly. God. He’s already so close, thighs trembling, sure he would fall if it wasn’t for Robby. He nodded quickly, accepting his punishment almost greedily. “Y-Yes, Daddy. I need…I’m so…I’m so close.”
Three fingers pumped in and out of the boy’s cunt rapidly, pace punishing. He curled them, pressing against that special spot inside of Dennis that always had his sweetheart crying out. Not here, though. Dennis’s hand whipped through the air as he hurried to cover his mouth, hips arching forward, following the touch that was being given to him. Seeking out more. Robby loved to see him like this, entirely dishevelled, mindless for pleasure that could be very easily taken away from him. He pulled back just enough to watch Dennis’s face, infatuated with the way the younger man’s brows pinched together and his eyes rolled into his head. How his lips pulled back when he whined, showing off the cute gap in his teeth.
“I can feel it,” Robby whispered, pressing his erection against the boy's hip. “Use your words for me…ask Daddy nicely.”
With a whine, Dennis attempted to collect his thoughts and pull a sentence together. Distantly, he could hear the sound of someone’s car door closing. A car starting. On another floor of the parking garage. It makes Dennis’s heart rabbit. “Pl-Please let me come, Daddy. I need it…I’m so close, please.”
Annoyingly, Robby chuckles.
He’s in no position to drag this out. To be mean and playful. But, god, does it feel good to do exactly that. He looked around, pleased to see that they were still alone.
“I think you can do better, boy.”
“Daddy!” Dennis whined again, cunt and stomach clenched hard, fighting off his orgasm. “Please…Please let me come. Please?! I’m a-ah…I’m so sorry for being bad! Please, please let me come…I’ll be a good boy, I swear!” He pleads quietly, desperation dripping from each and every word. Dennis hiccuped on a sob, eyes watering.
Robby really couldn’t deny him, especially when his boy looked so pretty when he cried.
Holding Dennis’s head against his chest, Robby nodded. “Go on, sweetheart. Come for Daddy.” He whispered, grinning at the feeling of Dennis’s cunt twitching around him excitedly.
Babbling his gratefulness, Dennis pressed his face firmly into the security of Robby’s chest. He trembled when the man’s fingers ran through his hair, petting him slowly. Cooing at him as Dennis’s orgasm slams into him. He felt himself spasm intensely around Robby’s thick fingers, his mouth wide open in a silent scream of humiliated pleasure. The wetness spreading down Dennis’s legs only added to that feeling, squirting around those thick fingers that never ceased their movements even as Dennis came messily. His vision blurred for just a moment and his ears rang sharply through the peak of his orgasm, sight and sound slowly returning to him.
“Th-Thank…” Dennis panted heavily, whining when he felt Robby’s fingers pull free.
“Open,” Robby interrupted.
Obediently, Dennis’s mouth fell open and Robby’s fingers slid into his mouth effortlessly. He moaned softly as he sucked the digits clean, his lashes fluttering as the taste of himself melted onto his tongue. Dennis blinked slowly, gazing up at the older man with his blown pupils and blushed cheeks.
Robby slowly pulled his fingers free and pressed a soft kiss to those slick lips. “Good boy,” he whispered, chuckling softly. “Made quite the mess of yourself, huh? Why don’t we head home and clean up?”
Dennis nodded slowly, looking down at his own crotch, giggling a little at the wet patch on his scrubs.
With a hand on his back, Dennis climbed into the passenger seat and slowly buckled himself in. Dennis almost fell asleep on their drive home, always a little sleepy after an orgasm. He needed some rest, anyway, knowing what Robby was going to do with him when they got home.