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With a deep sigh, Dennis stared between the door to Robby’s bedroom and the entrance to the living room, lingering in the hallway. Like some sort of video game character waiting to be moved, he swayed slightly from side to side. It was the first night in Robby’s home, the man having left not too long ago to start the long drive to…God, Dennis was so sleepy he couldn’t even remember where Robby had said he would be going that night. Dennis had implored him to stay, but the man had insisted that he quite enjoyed driving at night.
“I like the cold air.”
“It’s dangerous,”
“I’m a good driver.”
Dennis hadn’t been worried about Robby’s driving skills, rather the skills of everyone else on the road. Careless drivers. Speeding. Visually impaired drivers. Dennis had seen major injuries from victims of…all of the above. He whined softly to himself, shaking his head lightly. He was going to drive himself mad if he wasn’t careful, exhaustion already making him a little more sensitive than usual. His belly was already full, and he’d taken a long, hot shower before putting his pyjamas on. Now, all he had to do was decide on a place to sleep for the night.
The sofa was comfortable, but Dennis worried about the safety of his back. He didn’t want to spend his day off hunched over with a sore back. Robby had made it clear that Dennis was more than welcome to sleep in his bedroom, on account of the lack of a guest room. Well, technically the man had a guest room, but it was more like…a library? A man cave? Whatever it was, it didn’t have a bed, and Dennis wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about sleeping in the older man’s bed. That wasn’t true. Dennis knew exactly how he felt, his stomach warm as it twisted and knotted with arousal and anxiety. He’d had so many dreams about sleeping in Robby’s bed - cuddled up to the man, nuzzling against his hairy chest (he’d seen a little peek of thick chest hair before, and he’d been so eager to get his face against it since), leg draped over the older man to hold him in place so he could never escape their cuddle pile.
Another little sigh fell from the young man’s lips, taking a step towards Robby’s bedroom door. The knob was cool to the touch, warmed instantly by Dennis’s h0t hand. He turned it slowly, allowing the door to creep open slowly, revealing the only room in the house Robby hadn't shown him on their mini tour. A neatly made bed greeted him, dark walls, books and a desk in the corner with a radio, minimal pictures and decor littering the bedroom. The final thing that Dennis lay his eyes on was…a dog bed? A big, very plush looking dog bed. A dog bed that appeared as though it was entirely unused.
Dennis took a step closer, poking at the bed with his socked foot. Not even a trace of dog hair, and Robby hadn’t once mentioned having a pet dog. He would’ve mentioned that, right? And Dennis would’ve seen it by now! He chewed on his bottom lip lightly, eyes drifting between the human bed and the dog bed, mind spinning.
He wasn’t really considering it…was he? No, surely not. What kind of person wants to sleep in a dog bed, over a normal bed, or even the sofa? Dennis didn't want to sleep in a dog bed, no, not at all. He hadn’t spent countless late nights looking up cages on Amazon, or peoples set ups on twitter. He hadn't spent some nights bundling up blankets in his bed trying to make some sort of nest, desperate for the fuzzy kind of comfort he didn’t really have a name for. He didn’t spend nights with his hand down his pants, watching videos of men that looked like him…with puppy ears and fluffy wagging tails.
Nope.
Dennis never thought about it. Ever. Cross his heart!
Okay, maybe he did, just a little bit. Maybe he was considering it massively in that moment, his eyes glued to the plush, warm looking bed, brows pinched together. It just didn’t feel right sleeping in Robby’s bed, and sleeping on the sofa sounded uncomfortable. Again, Dennis toed at the bed, testing how squishy the foam was, how thick the fluffy fabric felt. Before he could stop himself, he was kneeling on the large dog bed, knees sinking into the foam pleasantly. God, it felt so comfy and soft.
It wouldn’t hurt to just…rest his head, right? Just have a little cat nap, and then take himself to the sofa and get over the looming threat of a sore back.
Just five minutes.
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Robby made sure to close the front door quietly behind him, not wanting to wake Dennis, who he assumed was sound asleep by now. It was just past ten, but it had been a long day and the poor thing had looked about ready to pass out when Robby had left. Though, he hadn’t got all that far before realising he had left his passport behind, and swiftly turned around to make his way back home. He toed off his shoes, creeping carefully to his bedroom, praying that he didn’t wake Dennis on his mission.
He hoped that Dennis had made himself comfortable in the master bedroom.
The bedroom door was cracked open when Robby reached the bedroom, using his foot to gently push it open. What greeted him was the most beautiful sight that Robby had only dreamt of seeing. Dennis Whitaker, curled up, angelic and soft on the puppy bed Robby had…maybe planted. The bed had been kind of an impulse purchase, lighting up his phone screen through a targeted ad one night when he was scrolling in bed. It had cost him a pretty penny, but Robby didn’t care. It was a purchase made without much thought, pressing ‘checkout now’ before he could give himself the chance to overthink and cancel the order. It had arrived days later, sitting at the foot of his bed until…well, until that very night.
Robby knew that he should’ve talked to Dennis about it. That there were at least twenty steps to take before they got to this. Hell, Dennis didn’t even know about Robby’s feelings, but there the older man was, buying a very expensive dog bed for his favourite intern. He knew that he shouldn’t simply assume what Dennis was into, but Robby wasn’t an idiot. He’d had more than enough partners to know when someone needed guidance. When someone had something inside of them that simply…needed luring out. He saw it in Dennis. In every slow, wide eyed blink. In every instance that Dennis’s cheeks turned pink at praise in the ED, pink spreading to his cute ears and the tip of his nose. He knew it to be true whenever Dennis came to a complete halt whenever Robby uttered a simple ‘Ah-ah’ to get the boy’s attention. All Dennis needed was a little push in the right direction
Before Robby could do so much as move from his position in the doorway, Dennis was stirring, bolting upright with wide, terrified eyes. Shameful embarrassment crossed over his face, cheeks blooming bright red in record time, the poor thing's bottom lip already wobbling as words attempted to tumble from his mouth in reckless defense. Dennis attempted to scramble to his feet, “I- What are you do-”
“Down boy!” Robby ordered sharply, his finger pointing firmly at the dog bed, expression hardening. Dennis needed guidance. A place to explore. Robby was going to give that to him, even if it was a little impulsive. Unsurprisingly, Dennis dropped down onto his knees with a soft squeak almost instantly, looking up at Robby with those big, shining eyes that were rimmed with tears.
“I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what I was thinking! I didn’t want to sleep in your bed, so I just…god, I’m so sorry, Robby. Do you want me to leave? I-I can leave!” Robby allowed the younger man to babble his apologies for a moment, before the older man simply tsked, the sound just as sharp and firm as Robby’s voice had been a moment ago. Dennis clammed up instantly, panting softly through parted lips, anxiously awaiting whatever berating words he expected.
Though, Robby didn’t have it in him to tell him off. Robby had wanted this. Robby liked it, his cock twitching in the confines of his comfortable pants, filling out quicker than it had in a very long time. Just from seeing Dennis on his knees? Watching him tear up and babble? Jesus, Robby was easier than he remembered himself being. He simply couldn’t help himself, Dennis was just so beautiful.
“Hush,” Robby shook his head, allowing his worries to slip from his mind, to indulge. Just for once, indulge in something good. “There’s no need to apologise. Puppies don’t need to talk, Den. Do they?”
If it were possible, Dennis’s cheeks would’ve grown even darker at the man’s words. A strangled whimper escaped the younger man’s throat, his brows pinching together. What was going on? Was Robby a magical mind reader? Was Dennis truly that hard to read? Or was he that pathetic? Robby’s words made his head spin, the familiar fuzzy feeling settling heavy in his gut, clouding the back of his mind, slowly invading his body like a slow rolling fog.
The older man tilted his head, “I asked you a question.” He reminded gently.
Dennis very quickly shook his head. No. Puppies didn’t need to talk, Dennis didn’t need to talk. He wasn’t sure that he trusted himself to talk right now, anyway, sure that he would babble something utterly embarrassing.
When Dennis replied, albeit wordlessly, Robby smiled down at him. His cock was fully hard now, straining against the soft fabric of his bottoms, already leaking into his underwear. God, he felt a little dizzy with just how hard he was, cock throbbing as he watched Dennis’s tongue dart out to lick at his bottom lip. The younger man’s eyes drifted down, landing on Robby’s hard bulge. He bit his lip, whining softly. “Like what you see?” Robby chuckled softly, palming himself through his clothes, grunting quietly. “Would you like a taste, pup?”
Eagerly, Dennis went to open his mouth in response, quickly stopping himself. Instead, he nodded with dizzying enthusiasm. He watched with an almost unbelieving expression as Robby pulled down his pants, cock springing free. The older man was big and thick, his cock still droopy despite just how hard he looked. He had a thick smattering of pubic hair that trailed up to his plush, soft stomach, the hair shades of salt and pepper much like the beard Dennis loved so much. The most surprising thing was the shiny silver piercing in Robby’s cockhead. It was something Dennis hadn’t really seen before, maybe once or twice in porn, but never in real life.
“Don’t just sit there drooling, Den,” Robby prompted, tangling one large, rough hand in the younger man’s curls. “Open up for me…let’s see what that pretty throat can do, huh?”
Dennis didn’t need any more encouragement or prompting, whining softly as the older man stepped a little closer, his heavy cock rubbing against Dennis’s soft cheek. He pulled back a little to spit messily over Robby’s cock, before taking it into his mouth. The man above him groaned longingly, his head falling forward slightly. Dennis hadn’t sucked many dicks before, but he’d had plenty of practice with the dildo he kept tucked away in his sock drawer. Though, it was about half the size of Robby’s cock, which made him a little nervous. Still, he teased his tongue at the man’s piss slit, slowly swallowing more and more of him. By the time he reached half way, Dennis’s jaw began aching and his eyes grew watery, but he was determined to keep going. To show off all his hard work.
One hand became two, Robby’s guiding touch becoming firmer, gently forcing Dennis down inch by inch. “That’s it…” he whispered hotly, looking down at the younger man kneeling on the dog bed. “I know you can take it…Such a good mutt for me, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s it, feel me there? Almost in your throat?”
The smile on Robby’s face was proud, the same expression he often wore when Dennis did something good at work. God, Dennis would never be able to work with this man again, not after hearing him praise him so filthily. He swallowed around the man’s cock, throat clicking wetly, the head kissing at the back of his throat. He could taste Robby’s precome on his tongue, breathing in the scent of his sweat every time his nose pressed against his pubic hair. After another moment or two, Robby’s cockhead finally breached Dennis’s tight, hot throat. Spit spilt from the corners of the younger man’s mouth, lips spread thin, tears threatening to spill from those gorgeous eyes. His nose pressed firmly against Robby’s pubic hair, taking deep breaths as he swallowed around the cock buried deep in his throat, breathing in the man's natural musk of the day. It was better than Dennis had ever imagined, stronger and deeper than the sweat he had smelt on Robby after a few particularly long shifts. He wondered if his armpits carried the same scent, a moan escaping him at the thought.
“You like that?” Robby chuckled softly, giving his hips a slow roll, pushing his cock impossibly deeper. Dennis gagged softly, not quite used to having something in his throat for more than a few seconds. When he began to squirm, Robby pulled his cock out almost all the way, cockhead heavy on Dennis’s warm tongue. “Just take a deep breath, Pup.”
“Mmhm,” Dennis pulled off fully, wrapping a warm hand around the older man’s cock, stroking him in long, firm strokes. He caught his breath, mind wonderfully blank already. He wasn’t even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught like this anymore, instead very focused on Robby’s cock and the endless possibilities of what might happen between them. Dennis knew what he wanted, though. What he really, really wanted. He wanted Robby. He wanted him right now, right on the bed, or he might just combust. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, looking up at the man with hopeful, pleading eyes. To really seal the deal, Dennis sloppily kissed at Robby’s cockhead, tonguing lazily at his piss slit.
A shiver crawled its way up Robby’s spine at the man’s request, cock throbbing intensely in the other’s grip. God, he wanted Dennis so badly. Needed him, rather. He nodded without a second thought, licking his lips as he pulled his thoughts together, forcing himself to actually use his words. “Undress. Present yourself to me…ah-ah, don’t get up. I’m fucking you right there, Den, right where you belong.” Robby winked, brushing the curls from Dennis’s flushed face. He stepped back a little to undress himself, keeping his eyes on the younger man the whole time, watching him slowly undress.
Dennis was better than Robby could’ve ever imagined. Pale skin hiding underneath his clothes, not quite kissed by the sun like his arms and neck were, light freckles dusting his skin. Two pink, raised scars lined his chest. Robby’s eyes traveled down slowly, grunting at the sight of Dennis’s wet, puffy cunt. Dennis moved, onto his hands and knees, with his ass in the air to present himself to the older man. “So lovely,” Robby smiled, now fully naked himself, kneeling behind Dennis on the plush bed. “Gonna need you to use your words for a moment, okay? Need to hear that you want this, baby.”
Robby hardly finished his sentence before Dennis was speaking, babbling out consent, “I-I want it! I want it, p-please! Want you inside me,” Dennis whined, cunt throbbing at just how pathetic he sounded as he begged. “Want you to k-knot me…breed me~”
Fucking. Hell.
“Okay, okay,” Robby soothed, gripping at the base of his cock, willing himself not to come prematurely just from Dennis’s sweet begging. Had he known Dennis had wanted him this badly before…perhaps he wouldn’t have waited until he was running away to try and make a move. He could kick himself about it later. For now, he was dead set on burying his cock inside that plush looking cunt. Robby swiped a finger through Dennis’s slick, gently teasing his hole before slowly pushing it inside, his other hand resting on the small of the younger man’s back. “Just gonna open you up a little, okay? Then I’ll give you what you need, Pup.”
One finger soon became two, slowly pumping in and out of the young man’s cunt, hole growing creamy and messy as Robby sped his movements up. Dennis’s cunt was so hot and soft, blonde curls matted to his skin with just how slick he was. Robby only added to that mess when he spat over his cunt, tongue dragging slowly over Dennis’s exposed asshole. The sensation had Dennis gasping and moaning in surprise, squirming a little. No one had ever touched him there, other than himself. Hell, he’d hardly ever been eaten out at all, his last boyfriend constantly making excuses as to why he didn’t want to eat him out. Trinity had been the one to wake him up and get him to leave. Now he knew what he’d been missing out on, Robby’s tongue lapping and prodding at his asshole, trailing down to his stretched cunt.
He pumped his fingers a few moments longer, before pulling them out, making Dennis whine sadly. “I know…just hang on,” Robby laughed, teasing and sweet all at the same time. The older man spat into his own hand, stroking his cock until it was nice and slick, lining it up carefully with Dennis’s open hole. Slowly, Robby pushed his cock inside, unable to stop the moan falling from his lips. Dennis was so fucking tight, and he reacted so wonderfully to Robby’s thick cock splitting him open, crying out lewdly underneath the older man. He pressed his face against the bed, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Hnnngh! Robby!” Dennis mewled, spreading his knees slightly, arching his back deeper. He felt so impossibly full, gripping helpless at the fluffy fabric underneath him.
Robby grunted when his hips pressed against the peachy flesh of Dennis’s ass, buried balls deep inside his perfectly tight cunt. He took a few deep breaths, head falling forward, “D-Don’t think puppies call their owners by their names. Try again, Pup.”
Owner. Fuck. Dennis moaned loudly as Robby slowly pulled out his mind blanking for a long moment. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy!” He cried, pushing his hips back eagerly, fucking himself on Robby’s thick, pulising cock. He couldn’t wait. Both of Robby’s large hands moved to the other’s hips, gripping them firmly, his finger prints sure to mark Dennis’s body with bruises the next day. Thank God he bruised easily, he wanted to remember this for as long as he possibly could.
“Couldn’t be mad at you,” Robby soothed, starting to fuck Dennis with firm and deep strokes. He grunted softly, one hand moving to press the boy’s head against the dog bed a little harder, holding him in place as his hips started to move faster. Just like Dennis, Robby simply couldn’t help himself. As much as he wanted to go slow and draw things out, he was also just as desperate as Dennis, just as needy for pleasure. His fingers tangled in those soft curls, yanking gently. “Fuck, Pup. Such a perfect cunt…so fuckin’ tight. Takes Daddy’s cock so well, perfect little cockslut.” He babbled, allowing words to tumble from his lips without a filter. He wasn’t even sure he had enough brain power to stop it, the feeling of something wet and warm around his cock enough to make his worries slip away.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room quickly, along with Dennis’s whorishly beautiful moans and the sound of his sticky cunt. Robby’s balls smacked against his hard little cock, pleasure jolting through him each time. He didn’t dare touch himself, hands gripping the bed still, knuckles bright white. Both of Robby’s hands had returned to his hips now, holding him firmly in place as his hips sped up and his thrusts became harder and harder. Dennis felt amazing, his mind completely blank as Robby pounded into him, slipping further and further into that fuzzy headspace he loved so much, but never knew what to call.
Robby was fucking him.
Robby had gotten him a dog bed.
Robby had called himself his Owner.
Dennis clenched tightly, creaming messily around the man’s bullying cock. “Shit,” Robby grunted at the feeling, stomach clenching, balls drawing. He was so close, fuck. “K-Know you’re gonna be such a good puppy for me. Gonna train you up…teach you tricks, baby. Make you work for your treat,” Robby chuckled breathily, lightly swatting the boy’s plush ass.
“Ah!” Dennis cried, flesh blooming pink. He whined loudly, nodding excitedly. He wanted Robby to train him. He wanted the man to teach him how to be the best puppy ever. He wanted so desperately to be one of those people he saw online, cosy and warm in a large cage, head free whilst their owner took care of everything for them. He wanted Robby. He wanted so much. He wanted to come, so goddamn bad.
“I know you need it,” Robby moved one hand back to Dennis’s hair, tangling his fingers in his curls, yanking his head back sharply. Forcing Dennis into a deeper arch, drool covered face no longer pressed into the bed. “Speak for me. Let me hear what a good mutt you can be for Daddy.”
The poor thing whined, cunt spasming around Robby once again at the order. “W-Woof! Woof!” Dennis barked, face burning with embarrassment, the knot in his stomach tightening. He didn’t know he liked that, but with how close he suddenly felt…he loved it. “Hn-Hngh! Woof!” he cried again, pushing his hips back, meeting each of Robby’s thrusts desperately.
The boy’s barking had Robby’s head spinning, a pussydrunk grin plastered to his flushed face. He tilted his hips slightly, fucking Dennis with everything he had in him, skin slapping together loudly, surely loud enough for his neighbours to hear. He wasn’t sure that he cared, though. Let them hear. Let them hear how good he made his Puppy feel. “Good boy! You’re such a good boy, that’s it! Take my cock!” Robby huffed, eyes rolling back into his head each time Dennis’s cunt spasmed or clenched, his cock bulging the boy's stomach. A little part of him wished that his stamina was a bit better, that he could fuck Dennis twice as long. That he could get harder pretty much instantly, like he used to. Maybe he’d eat Dennis out again, making the Pup come again for him.
Maybe his puppy would want to mount him.
Jesus.
“D-Daddy!” Dennis almost screamed when the older man began rubbing at his swollen, hard clit. Each time he clenched, he could feel Robby’s piercing rubbing against his sensitive walls, only adding to the experience. White hot pleasure flooded his whole body, making his toes curl, drool falling from his lips. He was a mess, covered in sweat, tears, slick and drool. He’d never been such a mess for another man in his life. Never felt so good. So full. “N-Need to come! Need to come, please?!” He hiccuped, trying to peer over his shoulder at the older man, wet eyes meeting Robby’s.
“Y-Yeah?” Robby asked breathlessly, meeting the man’s eyes. His own brows were pinched, lips pulled back slightly in a snarl. The expression on Dennis’s face would’ve been enough to make him come, had he not been buried balls deep in the younger man’s cunt. “Come for me, Mutt.” He ordered, still rubbing firmly at the pup's cock, loving the way his body reacted to the touch. One day, he’d have to tie Dennis up and overstimulate him with a magic wand. Oh, the things he was going to do with this boy. His boy.
Dennis didn’t need to be told more than once. Truthfully, he didn't need to be told once. The poor thing was coming within seconds, screaming lewdly as his cunt clenched twice as hard around Robby’s long, thick cock, squirting messily onto the fabric of the dog bed underneath him. He writhed underneath the older man, thighs trembling, unable to hold himself up without Robby’s help. The pleasure was all consuming, rushing through Dennis’s body hot and intensely, spreading all the way to the tips of his curled toes and messy curls. On top of him, Robby was fucking him twice as hard, a rush of energy moving through him as he rocketed towards his orgasm blindingly fast.
He shouldn’t. Oh, he really shouldn’t. He should’ve put a condom on. He should pull out.
He won’t.
Instead, he buried himself deep inside with a cry of pleasure, “Fuck! B-Breedin’ that pretty cunt…gonna make it stick…give you a litter,” Robby draped himself over Dennis’s sweat damp back, kissing at his shoulders and the nape of his neck as he slowly rolled his hips. Rope after rope of thick, white come flooded Dennis’s cunt, Robby’s orgasm lasting almost twice as long as usual, coming obscenely. Well, more than he usually did, which was already…a lot. He could feel it drooling from Dennis’s used hole, dripping down to join the mess that soaked the bed. Thank god it had a removable cover, and Robby had sprung for replacement covers. Anything for his puppy, even if Dennis hadn’t known about it until now.
The younger man whined softly, Robby’s kisses making his heart flutter. That was when he realised that they hadn’t even kissed.
Robby hadn’t kissed his lips.
Dennis frowned, instantly turning his head to catch the older man in a messy, passion filled kiss. He moaned softly into it, warm emotions rushing through him, overwhelming him. Things slotted into place in his mind, the connection between them realised as Dennis’s teeth knocked against Robby’s. He felt tears continue to rocket down his cheeks, a little sob being what broke their kiss.
“Oh, Pup,” Robby whispered softly, gently rubbing the boy’s side. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”
“Y-You aren’t gonna leave after…right?” Dennis whispered, insecurity and worry dripping from his words, hopefulness clinging to them.
The older man was silent for a single beat. Perhaps, a few months or so ago, or if Dennis had been anyone else, he might’ve slipped away in the middle of the night without another word. Hide from his responsibilities. Ignore his feelings, or lack thereof in some cases. Leave yet another person broken hearted. It was a shame Robby chose then and now to grow up, to be decent, a trail of broken hearts behind him. There was just something about Dennis, he couldn’t imagine himself leaving him, hurting him.
Finally, he shook his head, “No, baby. I’m staying. I promise,”