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It occurs to Dennis at 5:45 A.M., when he’s awoken with a hand between his legs and lips against his ear, that Robby wasn’t kidding about waking up early for sex.
“Good morning,” Robby whispers in his ear, voice low and gravely with sleep. Dennis has half a mind to control his urges like the grown adult he is, but he’s too sleep-addled to keep himself from bucking up into Robby’s hand with a whine. Robby seems to take this in lieu of a response and chuckles against his ear.
“You still want this, baby?” he whispers, shifting his hand to more fully cup Dennis through his pants.
“Yes,” Dennis replies, more of a breath than an actual word, nodding frantically. He reaches up to pull Robby’s head down into a sloppy kiss.
Robby indulges him with a pliant and filthy press of his lips, pulling his hand away to instead slide up against Dennis’ stomach. Dennis groans at the loss of pressure, hips bucking up against nothing in search of some kind of friction. Robby gives him a downright taunting laugh in return, and it makes Dennis feel desperate and needy and he’s obsessed with the feeling. To his relief, Robby is pushing up to hover above Dennis, slotting a leg between his thighs and pressing down hard. It draws a helpless, sinful moan out from Dennis’ lips as his hips spasm against the pressure.
“C'mon, baby.” Robby’s still using that same teasing tone, and Dennis feels himself grow harder. “Show me you want it. Gonna be good for me?”
The words are like an on switch to Dennis, who nods rapidly and whines out a mmhm. Robby chuckles, and he feels arousingly helpless, pinned under his weight.
“Then show me. Ride my thigh, and maybe,” Robby lowers himself to Dennis’ ear. “I’ll get my mouth between those legs, yeah?”
“Yes,” Dennis pants out, thrusting himself against Robby’s thigh, mouth opening wide in a silent moan at the friction. “Please, Robby. Want your mouth.”
Robby tsks at him as if to say not yet. He seems content, at least for now, to watch Dennis fall apart under him, rutting against his leg.
“You know, baby,” Robby begins, reaching down to rutch up Dennis’ shirt, pulling it up and off. “You made a real show of teasing me last night, yeah? I think it’s only fair for me to have my turn, don’t you think?”
Dennis considers the last night: his texts, his wandering hands, his several failed attempts to seduce Robby. He groans.
“Please, please, Robby. Please, I want it so bad,” he cries, hips stuttering as he picks up his speed. He’s rock hard now, panting and letting out little whimpers with every thrust.
“Know you do, sweetheart. Told me all about it last night.” Robby reaches down to tweak a nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting. Dennis cries out, covering his mouth with a hand that’s quickly pulled away and back down to his side. “Don’t hide from me, Dennis. We’ve talked about this. I wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”
Robby dips his head down to suck at Dennis’ collarbone– low enough to be hidden by a shirt but visible enough that Dennis will see it every time he changes. It’s one of many preferences Robby has coaxed out of him: he loves being marked up. One night, Robby left a few marks on his ass and between his legs and he’d nearly come on the spot when he saw them in the mirror.
“Fuck,” Dennis panted, “Fuck, Robby. Think ‘m gonna come.”
The familiar coil of an orgasm is building low in his stomach. Robby gives him a few more thrusts, moans getting breathier, before pinning his hips down to the bed with strong hands, pulling his thigh out from Dennis’ legs. Dennis cries out, chest hitching as the delicious pressure of his orgasm recedes.
“No, fuck,” he cried. “Please, please. Need to come.”
“I figured,” Robby begins, a wicked smile on his face, hands still firmly holding Dennis in place. “I’d take this opportunity to answer your burning question from last night.”
Dennis: fuck yeah
Dennis: m all yours
Dennis: tell me mre tll me abt wgat u would do to me
Dennis groans at the memory of his drunken texting. Still, he feels a tingle of excitement at the prospect.
“If I had you on the dance floor…” Robby began to trail kisses down Dennis’ chest, infuriatingly slow. He pauses every few words to find a new patch of skin to focus on. “I think I’d turn you around first. Pull you back against me; feel that ass. Feel you grind back against me. God, Dennis, your ass is so perfect. You’re so perfect.”
The man’s voice is getting huskier, and a part of Dennis rejoices at hearing that Robby is just as affected as he is.
“I’d feel you up. Put my hands all over you. Maybe I’d reach up and wrap a hand around your throat.” One hand moves from his hip and up to rest at his throat, possessive. Just firmly resting, not squeezing or choking, though that's a thought. Dennis files it away for later.
“I’d mark you up too, for everyone to watch. You bruise so pretty, Dennis. Make such pretty noises, too. Would you like that? For everyone to hear how I make you feel?” The punched moan Dennis lets out seems to answer the question for him.
“Then, I’d reach down and cup you. Through your pants first– get you hard and needy for me.” Robby’s hand mimics the motion and Dennis isn’t sure he can take much more touching without coming in his pants like a teenager. “Maybe I’d slide a hand underneath. Get a hand around your cock and bring you off with my hand, in front of everybody. Or maybe I’d just leave it at that– keep you hard and wanting.”
Dennis thinks his dick might fall off if he doesn’t get some kind of relief soon. He fists his hands in Robby’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head with impatience.
“Shit, Robby.” He rakes his fingers up his chest and dives in to kiss him. “Please, please touch me. Need your hands, need your mouth, please.”
There’s something to be said about just how damn needy Dennis gets around Robby. It’s not at all something that should be natural to someone like him, someone who’s had the life he has. But there's something in him that turns off when he’s with Robby– like the part of him that feels the need to protect himself and hide his underbelly disappears.
And he knows Robby likes it too; likes the way he gives himself to him– wanting and compliant.
“You want me, baby? Want my mouth?” Robby shimmies his pants down his legs and throws them onto the floor, and Dennis could cry from relief.
“Yes, yes, please. Been so good, Robby.”
“Fuck, yeah. Been so good for me, Denny.” Of course Robby sees it– sees the question in Dennis’ words. Sees the need to be praised and validated, just like he sees everything else when it comes to Dennis.
Robby inches back, settling himself between Dennis’ legs. His boxers are still on– tight and straining and fuck there's a growing wet spot right where the tip of his dick is. Robby lowers his mouth and closes it around the bulge, sucking infuriatingly slow. Dennis yells out a fuck as he fails to keep his hips from bucking into Robby’s face. Robby takes it in stride, pulling the boxers off and letting Dennis’ cock finally slap up against his stomach. He’s embarrassingly hard, cock red and leaking as he squirms at the cold air against sensitive skin.
A thick arm comes to sit across Dennis’ hipbones, pinning him to the bed. The arm is wide enough to cover his hips and effectively trap him, and there’s another thing for Dennis to file away for later. He wiggles his hips a bit, testing the limits, and feels a jolt of arousal when he finds himself unable to move.
Robby is watching him from between his legs with an eyebrow raised, and from the look on his face, Dennis realizes he may not even need to tell the man about his discovery.
The other man holds his gaze as he lowers himself to bring the tip of Dennis’ cock into his mouth. An obscene noise rips its way out of Dennis’ throat, but his twitching hips are kept firmly in place. It makes the stimulation that much more intense, the fact that he can’t run away or dilute the feeling.
Robby swirls his tongue around the head for a minute, still intensely watching Dennis. It’s something he’s noticed about Robby: he loves to watch Dennis in bed. He barely has him on his front because he wants to see his face at all times.
Only Robby could make giving head sappy and romantic.
In one swoop, Robby takes Dennis down to the hilt before raising back up, then back down again. Dennis curses and fists his hands into the sheets at his sides. He knows he’s not going to last long, and he arches as best he can under Robby’s arm as he repeatedly bobs his head up and down his cock.
“Robby, fuck, ‘m gonna come,” he pants, and, like a man possessed, Robby is grabbing him by the knees and pushing them up against Dennis’ chest.
“Keep them there,” he murmurs. “And touch yourself.” He lets go of Dennis’ legs and dives down, licking a firm stripe over his hole.
“Oh my God,” Dennis cries, taking himself in hand and pumping furiously. Robby is eating at him in a completely indecent way, tongue licking and sucking and fuck. Dennis has no control over the sounds he’s making anymore, completely overcome by pleasure. He gasps and whines and lets out a series of oh oh ohs as Robby continues to trace his tongue around his entrance.
Stroking himself madly, Dennis nearly sobs when Robby’s tongue slides inside of him. He arches off the bed, stars filling his vision as he comes into his fist with a scream. He pumps himself through it, moaning through the aftershocks until he’s painfully sensitive. It takes until he’s whimpering and squirming away with oversensitivity for Robby to pull back with a kiss against his thigh.
He kisses Dennis thoroughly, hands trailing along his stomach, featherlight enough to make him twitch. Dennis tastes himself on Robby’s tongue and it’s heavenly. He gives Robby a dopey smile when he pulls back.
“So pretty, Denny. So good for me.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. The words make Dennis flush even though this man just had himself buried in his ass.
Robby is still visibly hard in his pants, and Dennis reaches down to pull at the waistband.
“Lemme make you feel good. Please, let me touch you,” he pants out. Robby finishes the job, pulling off his pants and boxers together.
“You’re not quite done, baby. Still wanna fuck you.” Robby is leaning over to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer. Dennis opens his legs wider, pavlovian.
“No, sweetheart. I want you to open yourself up for me. I’m gonna watch you spread yourself open.” Robby places the bottle in his hand, and Dennis drops his head back against the pillow.
“But I want your fingers,” he complains. “It’s- mine aren’t long enough. Can’t reach.”
“I know, Denny. But I wanna watch you. Make you work yourself up again. It’s only until you’re ready for me.” Robby lounges back, leaning against the footboard and lazily taking himself in hand. “Put on a show for me, beautiful.”
Dennis whines, but slicks up his fingers nonetheless. He slips one finger between his legs, prodding at his entrance. His legs shift a little closer because there’s some part of him that can’t get over the fact that Robby is watching him, spread open.
“Spread your legs. Don’t hide from me,” Robby calls out from the bottom of the bed. Dennis sighs and parts his legs wider, sliding his finger in to the first knuckle.
He wasn’t lying– it’s unsatisfying and uncomfortable and all it does is get him frustrated and needy as he stretches himself. It only seems to get Robby harder though, and Dennis is surprised to find himself thickening out as well. Like he’s having some sort of automated reaction to Robby getting turned on.
As he slides in a second finger, the stretch deepens enough to ache a bit. It’s still nowhere near enough, but it’s easing the emptiness a bit. He pumps the fingers in and out and crooks his fingers, searching unsuccessfully. His leg twitches against the mattress, frustrated.
“Not enough? You wanna be all filled up, honey?” Robby’s voice is breathy as his hand picks up speed. The sight only makes Dennis squirm against the sheets more.
“Please. Need you,” he whines, sliding in a third finger. He gasps at the feeling— he probably could have done with a little more time to get used to two, but he’s so eager to have Robby inside him that he forgoes it. Three fingers is a brilliant stretch— enough to make his eyes prick with tears in the corners. He’s back to being so hard it hurts, cock red and weeping. He fucks the fingers in and out, scissoring them slightly open and wincing at the burn.
“Think you’re ready? Want me inside?”
“Yes, ‘m ready,” Dennis keens out, fingers thrusting in and out with abandon.
Robby crawls up his body until he’s hovering over Dennis, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. The foil is clamped between his teeth as he rips the packet open and slowly slides it over himself. Dennis’ head drops against the pillow, pulling his fingers out and gasping at the emptiness.
“I know, baby,” Robby mutters with a soft kiss to Dennis’ brow as he slides a hand around the man’s knee. He brings the knee up and over his shoulder, turning to press another kiss to the skin. “Feels okay?”
Dennis nods, the stretch in his leg a pleasant burn. Robby smiles and begins to slide himself in.
Despite fucking like rabbits for the last month, Dennis still hasn’t gotten used to the intrusion. Robby is a big man, and he’s big everywhere.
The first time they fucked, Dennis had accidentally let out quite the dramatic gasp when Robby took his boxers off. He followed with a sorry, I’m sorry, I just don’t know how I’m gonna get that inside of me. Robby had replied, Oh, it’ll fit in that self-assured and almost cocky way that sent a shiver down Dennis’ spine.
Robby hitches Dennis’ leg up further and pushes himself halfway in. Dennis fists his hands in the sheets, knuckles white and dangerously close to actually ripping the fabric. Grabbing his hands and easing them open, Robby holds both wrists in one hand and presses them into the pillow above his head.
“Keep them there,” he orders, releasing his hand and pushing in to the hilt. Dennis’ jaw drops in a silent scream, back arching against the bed. His hands twitch against the pillow, aching for something to sink into, but he settles for wrapping his fingers around his own wrist and keeping them put. A groan comes from above him, where Robby is now hovering, fully bottomed out. Robby has Dennis’ knee pinned almost against his chest, and the angle opens him up enough that he feels it that much deeper.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Still so tight,” Robby pants, and Dennis surges up to catch him in a deep kiss. It’s a little awkward– leaning up and keeping his hands pinned, but there's something enthralling about Robby trusting him to be good, to keep still. That he doesn’t question whether Dennis will obey him, but trusts that he’ll be good, that he’ll continue to be pliant and submissive for him without question.
Their lips slot together, hungry, as Robby pulls himself nearly all the way out, then thrusts back in. Dennis curses and feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes at the intensity. It’s so much pleasure and Robby’s touching him everywhere except his dick, still painfully at attention. There’s a small spot of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach, he realizes with a twinge of embarrassment.
Every thrust punches out an oh from his lips as Robby drives himself deeper and deeper. When Robby pushes himself in, tantalizingly slow as if he knows what he’s doing, and he brushes himself against Dennis’ prostate, his mouth opens in a sob. He feels a fat tear drip down his cheek as a string of curses slip from his mouth. A thumb comes up to wipe the stray tear.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Robby hushes, stilling for a minute. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you. What do you need, baby?”
Dennis’ chest is hitching in sobs, but not the kind that signals that anything is wrong. In fact, everything is just so right and so much that he can’t keep it in. It’s not the first time he’s been overstimulated to tears, and the first time it had happened, Robby had been very concerned, which only made Dennis feel very embarrassed, explaining through tears that no, nothing was wrong and yes, he was crying because Robby was sucking his soul out through his dick and it felt so good that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Need you to touch me Robby, please,” he cries out, hands wriggling against the pillow.
“I am touching you, Denny,” Robby says with a knowing smile, thumb stroking Dennis’ cheekbone like he’s something precious. Dennis whines and squirms against the pillows.
“No, no, you know that’s not what I need. Need you to touch my cock, please.”
“I don’t know, honey. You already got to come once. I think you can come like this, or you don’t come at all.”
It was another one of those moments where Dennis felt absolutely helpless, like this man could do anything he wanted to him and it only makes him harder. He loves when Robby pushes him like this, gets him out of his head. He’d probably let Robby do almost anything to him.
One time in bed, Robby had teased him about not letting him get off for days– about bringing him to the edge over and over and leaving him hard and wanting. About sending him to work needy and aching. Dennis had come on the spot. They never spoke about it again, but based on Robby’s contemplative, knowing look, he figured it might be coming back to bite him soon.
“Please, fuck. I don’t know if I can,” Dennis protests. Robby drags himself out, punctuating his next words with a sharp thrust against Dennis’ prostate.
“Oh, you will. God, look at you. You’re so fucking wet for me.” More sobs and whimpers echo through the room as Robby drills against Dennis’ prostate and wow, yeah. Maybe he can come like this.
“So pretty, Denny. Love the sounds you make, shit. Keeping your hands up too, you’re so damn good for me.” Dennis can tell by the way Robby’s breath is starting to heave and his thrusts begin to slow that he’s close. Dennis feels another orgasm building as well. With a newfound determination, he breathes deeply, steadying himself.
“Gonna come for me, Robby?” The words feel slightly foreign against his lips. He’s never been the best at dirty talk, and the words make him flush when he hears them leave his mouth. A moan slips out from Robby’s lips, though, so he continues on. “You gonna fill me up? You make me feel so good, Robby, shit.”
“Fuck, the mouth on you. Yeah, gonna fill you up. Oh God.” Robby’s thrusts are quickening as he chases his release. Dennis bears down, clenching around Robby as the other man comes with a curse, mouth buried against Dennis’ neck.
The sound pushes him right over the edge too, coming in white hot spurts against his stomach, mouth wide in a silent o. He comes for longer than he knew he could, twitching through the aftershocks as Robby kisses him through it.
He’s never come like this, without anything touching his cock. It’s like his body is on fire– static energy zapping through him as his dick lays heavy against his stomach. The tears on his cheeks are beginning to dry by the time Robby finally pulls out, tying the condom off and tossing it into the trash.
Dennis is thoroughly fucked out, laying breathlessly, hands still crossed obediently above his head. Robby sits back on his heels for a moment, admiring the display. He really looks like the painting of submission laying back against the dark sheets, and Robby can’t help himself as he reaches to stroke at Dennis’ spent cock. He wraps a hand around it, and Dennis seizes up under him with a keen, body bucking wildly as he squirms away. He’s whining out in this almost primal and unabashed way, and God if Robby was a younger man he’d be fully hard again at the sound. The cries are interrupted by occasional giggles as Dennis curls in on himself at the overstimulation. Like he’s so sensitive that the pressure is almost funny.
“Fuck, Robby, oh my God, quit it,” he cries out, finally moving his arms to bat Robby’s hands away.
“No? Too sensitive? C’mon, I bet I could get another few out of you,” Robby teases, but retracts his hand anyways as he comes up to lay by Dennis.
Dennis’ face goes red as he tucks himself under Robby’s chin. Yet another thing for Robby to catalogue for further discussion.
They stay like that for a while until Robby extracts himself with a kiss against Dennis’ forehead. He definitely should have been out of the house by now if he was going to walk to work as he had planned. But, he had looked at Dennis dozing off against his chest and decided it was worth driving in today.
He comes back from the bathroom with a damp washcloth, shushing Dennis as he whines at the touch, still teetering against sleep. He shushes him comfortingly again when he twitches away when the cloth reaches down to softly wipe off his cock. When he’s done, he tucks Dennis under the covers and offers another kiss.
“Sleep in, baby. Enjoy your day off.” Dennis burrows himself into the pillows with a hum and the sharp pang it creates in Robby’s chest is almost enough to get him to crawl back under the covers again. Almost.
As he’s leaving the room, Dennis calls out.
“Bring your water bottle. ‘M gonna check if you drank the whole thing when you get back. Be safe at work,” he yawns out, pulling the duvet up against his chin.
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