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When they get back to Robby’s after work, Dennis heads to the shower alone despite a little forlorn look on his face. Robby promises they’ll shower together tomorrow, which seems to appease the man. For some reason he takes his backpack with him to the bathroom, even though he has plenty of clothes and toiletries here. Huh. Smiling to himself, Robby starts to prepare dinner, taking the chicken out of the fridge and hears the shower turn on.
It’s a pretty simple meal but one that Dennis likes, just chicken parmesan. And not to toot his own horn but he was good at it. And he even had fresh ingredients for a salad, which he should really incorporate more into their diets. Setting on some music from his phone, he lets Frank Sinatra serenade him as he makes the tomato sauce.
Their first Valentine’s day and a six month anniversary might not be a big deal to a lot of people, but it felt big to Robby. It had been years since he had been in a relationship that lasted longer than two months, longer since he had celebrated Valentine’s day, and even longer than that since he had been so in love the way he is with Dennis. There had been arguments and awkward conversations in their six months that if it were someone else might have made him ditch the relationship. It’s not something he’s proud of, but he has left relationships for less, he didn’t hold a particularly great track record. But Dennis was stubborn, just like he was, and they both wanted this relationship more than they’d wanted something in a long time.
He gets lost in his preparation and doesn’t hear Dennis sneak up behind him. Instead he feels arms wrap around his waist, not quite startling him but making his heart leap. Dennis buries his face in between Robby’s shoulder blades, breathing in. It makes Robby’s heart beat a little extra hard. God he wants to marry this man so badly.
“There’s a bottle of chardonnay in the fridge if you want to help yourself to a glass,” He says in a voice that’s far steadier than his heart. Six months in and he still felt like a schoolboy around his crush.
“Mhm,” Dennis keeps breathing him in, and Robby can practically see the blissed out face he’s making. For some reason Dennis is obsessed with how he smells, always burying his face in his neck or on occasion his arm pits, just breathing him in. He somewhat understood it, Dennis smells delicious to him, but sometimes he feels flustered at the expression of desire. “Do you want a glass while you cook, honey?” The pet name makes Robby’s stomach dip a little.
Even though he was constantly calling Dennis baby or sweetheart or occasionally honey, when Dennis called him the same things back he melted. Being called such simple pet names made him feel like a high schooler again. And Dennis’ voice, low and sultry, made him twitch a little in his pants. Those arms wrapped around his waist move to his chest. There’s no doubt that Dennis can feel how hard his heart is beating. Luckily he spares him the embarrassment of calling him out on it.
“Sure,” His voice is tight as Dennis disentangles them, leaving Robby feeling cold. He doles out the sauce for the chicken parmesan, before putting the cheese on top. His fingers are shaking. Putting the pan in the oven he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. After washing his hands he turns to see Dennis holding a glass of wine for him. In comparison to the first time Dennis poured wine (which was almost to the top) the man now knew how to pour a normal glass of wine. And it made part of Robby happy, that he was the one that taught Dennis and now he sees the fruit of his labor, even these little things. He felt the same way at work, when he watched Dennis perform using techniques Robby had taught him. A mix of pride and possessiveness.
“Thank you for making dinner, honey,” Dennis leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, and Robby notices he’s wearing one of Robby’s old shirts. Once again, Robby feels flustered at the name and just smiles down at his boyfriend. How could he be in his fifties getting butterflies over a pet name? “Do you want me to make the salad?”
“Sure, all of the stuff is on the second shelf,” He gestures vaguely to the fridge, too distracted by the way Dennis’ biceps look in Robby’s old shirt. Even though the shirt is big on him, his arms look so fucking toned. It makes him bite his lip in lieu of biting along the muscles and feeling their firmness in his mouth. Dennis went to the gym when he could, now that he was on Robby’s plan but even if he didn’t, Robby wonders how much of his physique was created from his farm work. The idea of his boyfriend sweaty, moving hay and making those muscles flex, made him a little light headed. Did he ever wear overalls? What did his farmers tan look like? Robby suddenly felt ravenous at the idea of Dennis on his farm and he sucks a breath in to calm himself.
While he has his little spiral session, Dennis makes quick work of washing and cutting up the greens for the salad. He sprinkles some goat cheese, cranberries, pecans, and maple vinaigrette over the greens tossed in olive oil and salt. Robby watches him wash his hands after, looking at the salad proudly.
“Right boss, what’s next?” Dennis grins at him, putting his hands in his sweat pant pockets.
“Well we’ve still got some time before the chicken’s done,” His eyes slide to the oven, moving his head back and forth. “How about I present a case to you?” Dennis chuckles.
It was sort of a game and sort of professional development. Robby would give Dennis cases he’s seen throughout his years and have his boyfriend try to figure them out. A lot of times he got them correct, maybe missing one or two details, but the ones that stumped him were the best. He’d get frustrated and furrow his brow and wonder aloud what he’s missing. Robby had learned that Dennis was definitely a hands on learner, he liked to actually see the patients and their symptoms and was able to connect the dots a lot faster. So it was more a way to pass time and keep their minds sharp than an actual test of his skills.
“27 year old female comes in with difficulty breathing but has also reported joint pain, fatigue, and swollen lymph nodes. She doesn’t take any medications and is testing negative for any flu, COVID, or other respiratory illnesses,” Robby watches as Dennis furrows his brow. He’s quiet as he seems to work through different possibilities. Then a light seems to go off in his brain.
“Joint pain, fatigue, and swollen lymph nodes are all symptoms of acute myeloid leukemia,” He cautions, gauging Robby’s reaction. “So we would need to do a biopsy first, we could send for other labs but I have a feeling it’s that,” Now he looks a little more confident.
“How would you explain the difficulty breathing?”
“Myeloid sarcoma, she likely has some sort of mass in her throat, right? The cancer is probably present in her throat and wherever she has joint pain,”
“Good one, that was quick,” Robby is impressed and gives him another case. This time it’s a little trickier, the go back and forth for a few minutes before Dennis finally correctly guesses compartment syndrome. A third case is TB, which Dennis complains is too easy. Before Robby can start another case, the chicken is ready.
With the chicken done, Robby quickly plates it along with the salad and brings both plates to the table he set before work. He had used his actual cloth napkins for this, which he’s sure Dennis doesn’t care about but made him feel like tonight was a special occasion. Dennis sets both of their glasses of wine down at their respective spots. Robby decides to keep the music on, a little Sinatra never hurt anyone. Lighting a candle makes Dennis raise his brows. Usually he’s very anti-candle and has ranted to Dennis about their dangers, but tonight felt like it deserved one.
They sit across from each other and Dennis instantly slots their legs together. It was easy to do, the pressing of their legs against one another. Still, it makes him smile, a warmth spreading from his stomach to his chest to his fingers and toes. Across from him, Dennis looks just as content, staring at the plate in front of him with eager eyes.
Even though he has been living with Trinity for over a year, sometimes Robby wonders if Dennis still worries where his next meal will come from. They’ve talked about it on occasion, Dennis with a creeping guilt, Robby with guilt for entirely different reasons. He often wondered if his appreciation of food was that much more intense because of his experiences. On his watch, Dennis will never miss a meal ever again. As Dennis digs in, Robby gauges his reaction, hoping he’ll enjoy the meal.
“This is amazing Robby,” The praise makes him blush a little. “Seriously, you’re a really good cook, thank you,” He steals a glance at Robby who must be blushing because Dennis smiles a little. They continue to eat, trading conversation but avoiding what Robby wants to discuss. Or rather is too afraid to discuss. How do you tell someone that you’re so in love with them that the entire time you’ve known them has been a treasure and you want them in your life forever?
“So my glasses are distracting to you,” Robby teases instead and loves the deep red Dennis turns. Dr. Santos had told him to stop wearing his glasses because they distracted the man and it just made him want to wear them even more.
“You’re a very handsome man, Michael, of course I’d find you distracting with those glasses on,” The use of his first name makes something warm bloom inside his stomach. Rarely did Dennis use it, which was fine, but when he did it made something in him come alight. He lives for the moments that Dennis uses his name and is glad they aren’t at work because the smile he’s fixed on his boyfriend would be enough to get HR called on him.
“You think I’m handsome?” He continues teasing and feels Dennis’ foot brushing his own. Cutting a piece of chicken he pops it in his mouth, chewing as Dennis finishes taking a sip of his wine.
“I think you’re very handsome. And incredibly sexy,” Now he chokes on his piece of chicken. Six months in and he still didn’t believe Dennis found him attractive despite the evidence to the contrary. Every time he’s complimented by his boyfriend he feels like a school kid, nervous and excited and so head over heels in love. Coughing he wipes his lips with his napkin while Dennis watches, amused. “You’re so cute sometimes,” Dennis adds and Robby feels his face turn even redder.
“Yeah yeah,” He sips his wine and clears his throat. Dennis is staring at him with an absolutely enamored look. Now feels like a good time to be sincere, he decides bravely. “I wanted to say that these past six months have really been… incredible. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a longer term relationship but I’m really happy with you, Denny,” Now it’s Dennis’ turn to look bashful.
“I’m really happy too. I know I’m new at having an actual relationship but I really love you and I want this to work for— a long time,” Robby doesn’t miss the stumbling, and his heart beats a little faster. He was definitely going to say forever, wasn’t he? “I didn’t want to bring it up in case it wasn’t a big deal but I do have a gift for you,” Dennis cuts his chicken then looks over at Robby, biting his lower lip.
“You really didn’t need to get me anything,” Robby huffs, but feels butterflies in his stomach. He wouldn’t push though, wondering if maybe Dennis was just nervous to be celebrating six months together. Based on their conversations, the other man was relatively inexperienced. Which Robby was more than happy to know. His possessive side definitely felt satiated being with Dennis, who when he did get jealous, seemed to be turned on by it. Regardless, he was new to a relationship lasting this long. And maybe he had fears that he didn’t voice to Robby about what forever meant or what longevity looked like. That’s okay, he’s patient for him.
When they finish eating, Dennis swats at Robby, who tries to grab the dishes, and stacks their plates and silverware. He pops them in the dishwasher after a quick rinse and goes to work on washing the cutting board and pot. They had fallen into routine together, one of Robby’s favorite things with the man. When one of them cooked, the other did the dishes. Dennis would scold Robby who would try to do the dishes and get him out of his way while he scrubbed and scoured the dishes under water that would give Robby severe burns. But when it was Robby’s turn to do the dishes, Dennis happily let the older man take his plates and scrub pots and pans. It was never an argument or something that built resentment, like many things with Dennis, it was incredibly easy once the expectations were verbalized.
“I got us a couple of slices of cake from that place we always pass after the farmers market,” Robby explains and is instantly reminded why he does the things he does for Dennis. Dennis looks at him with a look that Robby won’t forget any time soon. He looks absolutely smitten, an excited smile on his face paired with eyes that are ballooning with love and admiration. It makes Robby’s heart skip a beat. How could this be directed at him? What did Dennis see in him?
“You really spoil me, you know that?” Dennis finally says and Robby can’t help his own smitten look crossing his face.
“I’ll always spoil you,” Dennis turns a perfect shade of pink at that and he wants to kiss up his neck. So he gets up from the table and makes his way to behind his boyfriend. Bending down he presses little kisses to the back of his pink neck and gets an airy sigh. “You’re worth it,” Dennis lets out a little whine and turns around to lean up and press a kiss to Robby’s lips.
“Maybe dessert could wait a little?” Dennis moves to bury his face in Robby’s neck, sucking a piece of skin in between his teeth. Robby groans and threads his fingers through Dennis’ hair, holding him close.
“I don’t know, I have such a sweet tooth,” He murmurs, Dennis already pushing his towards the bedroom. He follows without complaint, a smile painting his face. “Maybe there’s something else I could have that would satiate me?”
“Hm I think I’ve got something that could tide you over,” Dennis is smiling, he can hear and feel it against his skin. Robby lets himself be guided to the bedroom, which is when Dennis finally lets up on his neck and kisses him deeply. Robby moans into it, his hands scrambling under Dennis’ shirt.
Squeezing on his tummy, Robby rubs the area back and forth, eating the moan that it brings from Dennis. He loves how sturdy Dennis is, the shape of him, the way he was muscled despite years removed from farm life— it did something to his brain. Moving his hands up towards Dennis’ nipples he stops. There’s some sort of fabric that his fingers meet instead of the usual expanse of skin. He breaks their kiss with a bit of confusion, looking down to Dennis who is bright red.
“Take your shirt off Dennis,” It’s a soft command that Dennis follows instantly. And Robby’s lungs are empty when he does. A lacy white bra hides his chest, but Robby can see his hard nipples beneath the fabric. “And your pants,” His voice is even softer, not quite believing what he’s seeing. Dennis awkwardly shucks his sweats off, and Robby looks down. Lacy white panties and garters holding up stockings. Dennis is silent as Robby takes him in.
Robby is fully hard.
“This was stupid I’m sorry I just thought—“ Dennis babbles, covering himself with his hands, dark red in the face and upper chest. Robby must’ve been quiet for too long, so he rushes to defend the gorgeous sight before him.
“Not stupid,” Robby shushes him, still letting his eyes feast on the beauty before him. “How did I get so lucky?” He runs a hand over his chin, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him. “Fucking hell you’re spoiling me,”
“You like it?” Robby brings him closer and grinds against him, letting Dennis feel how much he likes it. He fucking loves it. God must be real, because how else could an asshole like Robby have this absolute angel as a boyfriend? He couldn’t stop staring, he was so handsome, the delicacy of the lace against his firm body a beautiful juxtaposition.
“Fuck, how am I ever supposed to work again now that I know what you look like in lingerie?” Dennis’ face is still dark red but he smiles at that, a little smugly. Good, let him be smug, he has every right to be. He’s got Robby wrapped around his finger and Robby doesn’t know how he can ever get that through to Dennis. “How am I supposed to get anything done? Fucking hell Denny, you’re so handsome,”
“I’ve never really worn anything like this,” He’s shy again and Robby eats it up. As selfish and maybe not healthy as it is, Robby craves taking as many of Dennis’ firsts as possible so that he can be his only frame of reference. And the possessive, jealous part of him is absolutely over the moon that no one has seen Dennis like this because if they had, surely they would have proposed on the spot. He’s close to proposing right now, making sure Dennis is his and only his forever. Only he gets to see Dennis in this lacy white getup that Robby is going to beg that he wear when they eventually get married.
Instead of voicing any of this, Robby strips himself, taking his shirt off and pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. His cock bobs, hard and already leaking. It’s not in him to be embarrassed that it took one kiss and seeing Dennis in lingerie to get him like this. He backs Dennis against the bed, watching him automatically fall backward, staring up at Robby with those big beautiful eyes.
“I love you,” Robby’s voice shakes a little, overcome with excitement. He was going to make Dennis come so many times he was going to cry. And then Robby would fuck him full of cum with those panties on and make him keep them on to catch the cum, maybe until he was hard again and he’d fuck him full again. Robby wanted to see his boyfriend become an absolute mess in his lingerie.
“I love you too,” Dennis’ smile is soft and sweet and Robby almost feels bad for the perverted thoughts running through his head. Almost. He crawls over Dennis, leaning down to mouth at Dennis’ hard nipples through his bra. He sucks on them, wondering if Dennis likes the feeling of the wet lace around the sensitive nubs or not. Shortly he gets his answer with Dennis letting out this beautiful shaky breath. “I was nervous you weren’t gonna be into it,” He admits and the skittishness during the last two hours of their shift makes sense. In truth Robby would think Dennis looked incredible in anything. This was his gift, he also realizes and it feels incredibly unfair that all he did was cook dinner when he’s getting what feels like a billion dollars.
“Oh I’m into it,” Robby snorts, biting just underneath the bra. “Maybe too much,”
“Yeah?” Dennis’ breathing is shaky as he tries to control himself. Robby always finds it cute, how Dennis will attempt to control his responses but always, always ends up becoming so vocal. Robby loves how vocal his boyfriend is, so he’s always patient, waiting for the dam to break and Dennis to become his whimpering mess. Sucking on his other nipple, Robby looks up towards Dennis face, where he can just see his chin from this angle.
The lace is wet beneath his tongue and scratches a little but he can taste the flesh between the small holes of fabric. He stops sucking and licks, flat tongued, back and forth. Finally he hears a little moan and he can’t help the smile that forms. Pulling off he stares up at Dennis who is flushed and panting.
“Daddy I’m so wet,” He whines and fuck how could Robby do anything other than try to appease him? He kisses at Dennis’ sternum through his lace. Pressing his nose to the fabric he breathes in deeply.
“Let me feel,” Robby snakes his hand between them, letting his fingers play with the lace waistband before allowing his fingers to dip lower. He brushes against the curls of Dennis’ hair around his dick. Slowly, he rubs at the hardened clit and moans at the liquid he can feel soaking his boyfriend’s dick. Sliding a finger down he whines, Dennis is fucking soaked. “You get turned on wearing this baby?”
Playing with Dennis, he slides his fingers through the wetness, enjoying the little moan that he gets. Fuck he could touch Dennis forever. Sliding his fingers up and down he loves the moans coming from Dennis. His fingers are trapped between the lace and satin and the wet warmth of Dennis’ cunt, and he drags them back and forth.
“So fucking sexy,” Robby buries his face in Dennis neck and humps into his leg. He rubs Dennis back and forth, a slow, tantalizing pace that has Dennis lifting his hips and whining. One finger slips in while he uses his thumb to rub at Dennis’ clit. Already he could feel Dennis starting to clench around him, riding his finger and moaning without a care in the world. Robby bites at Dennis’ neck, sucking on the clean skin there and savoring the taste of his boyfriend.
“Daddy— I’m close,” Those words were like magic to Robby, something he always chased. Not only does he love hearing Dennis call him daddy, he absolutely loves making Dennis cum. The way his lips fall open, the shaking, his moans and panting breaths, the feeling of his orgasm against Robby’s fingers or lips or dick. Every time Dennis came he wishes he could make him cum another million times. Robby might be obsessed with it.
Dennis’ first orgasm almost makes Robby tear away his panties and fuck him right there. He listens to Dennis’ heartbeat through his lips pressed to his throat. Moaning against him, Robby rubs Dennis through his orgasm and then slips his hand outside of Dennis’ panties and presses them to his dick.
“How’s it feel like this?” Robby murmurs, rubbing Dennis and getting a whine. “Does the lace feel good against your dick, baby?”
“No it’s too much!” But he humps up against Robby’s fingers. Robby smiles against his neck, sucking on the skin there again. He rubs the lace and satin against Dennis’ dick and relishes in the wetness he can feel from the outside. God he needs to write a letter to whoever made this get up and thank them a million times.
One of his hands snakes around Dennis thigh as he pulls himself off his boyfriend’s neck, happily having marked it up. Tomorrow he will no doubt be getting scolded but he knows Dennis loves hickeys and bite marks. Every now and then, when he’s lucky, he’ll catch Dennis tracing the marks with a little smile. And sometimes Dennis will bare his neck, begging it to be marked up. Or he’ll actually beg for it, with his legs wrapped around Robby’s back, he’ll cry and beg for Robby’s teeth on him.
Moving his hand up and down he plays with the garter and stockings, he rubs the fabric between his fingers, watching Dennis’ face as he breathes heavily. He was so fucking lucky. The fabric felt divine between his fingers and it looks even better on his Dennis. Fuck he could stay here for hours if Dennis would let him, worship him like he deserves to be. But maybe they’re both too impatient for that.
Pressing kisses to Dennis’ chest, he delights in the little sounds that his boyfriend is making. It never failed to make something inside him deeply pleased, how vocal Dennis got with him. And more than that, that he was the only one who got to hear Dennis’ moans, whimpers, and whines. If he could, he’d capture them in a jar and listen to them on repeat whenever he wanted. Kissing down he presses his lips right above Dennis’ belly button, staring up at his boyfriend who looks dazed.
When he gets to the panties he mouths at Dennis’ hard dick. Another whine. Sucking around the lace, he can just faintly taste Dennis through the fabric. He needs more, needs to taste Dennis all over his tongue and get that wetness all over his beard. Needs to feel the way Dennis’ clit pulses when he comes. Pushing the panties aside he takes Dennis in his mouth and gets a sharp gasp.
Rolling Dennis’ dick back and forth with his tongue he feels a hand grasping his hair and Dennis bucks his hips up. Sucking around Dennis’ dick he hears a high pitched moan and feels Dennis shake a little. He imagines Dennis is overwhelmed and overstimulated after having just come, but that doesn’t deter Robby. If anything it makes him want to do this more, so he can feel his boyfriend falling apart on his tongue.
Fuck he tastes good, Robby pops off Dennis’ dick and looks up. Dennis has tears in his eyes, he almost always cries when he starts getting overstimulated, but he’s looking down at Robby with lust all over his face. Robby lets his tongue slide down Dennis’ lips, tasting his cum and wetness and moaning. Lapping at the area, he greedily swallows each mouthful of his boyfriend. His tongue laps against Dennis’ twitching hole and he briefly sticks just the tip of his tongue in. Dennis raises his hips and is so pretty with his wanton moans, but Robby’s being selfish. This is for him to enjoy.
Pushing more of his tongue inside Dennis he moves it back and forth as much as he can, loving the taste of his boyfriend dripping into his mouth. He moves his face back and forth, loving the whine from Dennis at the scratch of his beard against his inner thighs. He can feel his beard getting wet as he continues fucking his tongue into Dennis. That hand in his hair grips harder and he thinks Dennis has started to cry.
“Daddy,” Dennis whines and while he usually gives in right away, he’s going to make Dennis cum again first. Slipping his tongue out he replaces it with two fingers that easily slide in. There’s this hot pulsing around his fingers as he returns his mouth to Dennis’ clit that lets him know how close the man is. Robby loves how easy it is to make Dennis cum over and over again. Curling his fingers as he sucks on Dennis, he hears a sob and feels Dennis writhing under him.
“You’re so close baby, just cum on daddy’s face okay?” He rolls Dennis’ clit around in his mouth, savoring the way he can feel it start to throb. Fuck that’s so hot, he loves when Dennis pulses in his mouth. Continuing to finger fuck and suck him, Robby’s embraces the litany of sounds that Dennis is making. He curls his fingers again at that magical spot that Dennis says makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9. And sometimes, when he’s lucky, it makes Dennis squirt.
Robby probes that spot eagerly, tongue wildly lapping at Dennis and prays that this will be a time his boyfriend squirts. It’s not that Robby’s obsessed with Dennis’ bodily fluids (he is) but he loves when Dennis soaks him. If Dennis gets to swallow Robby’s loads or have them deep in his cunt, it was only fair that Robby gets to swallow his squirt when he could. Fucking into that spot, he bobs his head up and down on Dennis’ dick, making loud, sloppy sounds. A third finger joins his other two and he knows that’s what does it for Dennis.
The odds are in his favor because as soon as he feels Dennis’ dick start to pull back and then throb in his mouth, he feels a gushing around his fingers. Quick as always, he secures his mouth around Dennis’ hole and greedily swallows the ejaculation. Far away he could hear Dennis sobbing and whining. The panties are somewhat spared from the fluid but because of Robby’s soaked beard, they still end up sticky and wet.
When Dennis is done he goes back to sucking on Dennis’ softened clit, happy to feel it twitch on his tongue. Pulling away, he pushes the panties back in place and rubs him through the lace.
“Please, no more, please it’s too much,”
“You dressed like this baby, what did you think I was gonna do?” Robby smiles, something sharp and predatory. Dennis sobs, tears falling down his cheeks as he watches Robby start to rub him again. He hasn’t said the safe word yet or indicated that he actually wants Robby to stop, but he’s prepared if he does. “I can’t stop you just feel so good,”
“Daddy, please,”
God, it had become his weak spot. Whenever he heard Dennis whine like that, say daddy like that, he was prepared to do whatever the man wanted. How could he not, when he was just so handsome begging like that? He deserves to be pampered and spoiled, Robby would never stop giving the man whatever he wanted. Even if he teases a little more he’ll be sure that Dennis gets what he wants.
Instead of giving in right away, he rubs Dennis’ cum against his clit and gets a high pitched whine. Smiling, his continues the motion, Dennis’ hips shaking as he tries (and fails) to get Robby to stop. It made Robby’s stomach flip, this little show Dennis was giving him, where he pretends to not want Robby to keep overstimulating him and wringing orgasm after orgasm from him. Slipping a finger inside, he groans at how wet Dennis is, leaking all over and sticky with two orgasms of cum.
“But baby you’re so wet, your pussy is begging for it,” He fingers him lazily, enjoying the way his finger slides in and out of the wet heat. He really wants to fuck him now, and maybe he should. “I think you want to cum on my fingers again,”
“Please, daddy, I just want you,” And that’s more music to his ears. “I want your cock stretching me open,” He whines and Robby’s resolve snaps.
“Yeah? How do you want it, baby?” He sits up, leaning over his boyfriend.
“Missionary?” Dennis’ eyes are pleading. All Robby can do is chuckle as he pushes most of the panties aside, leaving Dennis’ dick slightly trapped. It was so cute when Dennis got flustered and a little nervous asking for what he wanted, as if Robby could ever deny him. They both loved missionary in spite of or maybe because of how vanilla it is. Every time felt so goddamn intimate and made Robby cum ridiculously fast, looking at those big eyes staring up at him with stars in them. He adjusts himself so he can easily slide into that incredible cunt and loses himself to the feeling of it.
In the past, Robby had some pretty incredible sex. He knew his way around a body and how to make his partners feel good. And lots of times his partners knew the same for him. But he had never been so fucking addicted to someone like he is to Dennis. Every time he enters him he’s reminded of how perfect his boyfriend is and how perfect of a fit physically they are. That trembling, soaked cunt that he could never tire of, the slide of their bodies together, how he can feel his head ramming against Dennis’ cervix—he is obsessed.
“Oh so wet and perfect for daddy, such a good boy,” Dennis lets out an almost yelp when Robby pulls out until just the tip remains and then plunges back in. He feels arms wrap around his neck and sees Dennis trying to pull him into a kiss. The man looked absolutely wrecked already and Robby eats it up. Taking his boyfriend’s lips in his, he kisses him slow and hard as he sets a steady pace. These little moans are falling into his mouth and he eats them up, swallows them and lets them warm his stomach.
“Da—ddy ,” Dennis whines as Robby fucks into him at a leisurely pace. He enjoys the fabric against his back when Dennis wraps his legs around him, always holding him close.
“I know, you were so patient, how’s it feel to have daddy’s big dick in you?” He doesn’t normally brag about his size but Dennis is into it so he plays off it. He knew he was big, but usually that meant being more careful when fucking, not worshipping it. Dennis sighs and stares up at him with that adoring look he’ll never get tired of.
“So fucking good, so perfect,” Dennis sounds so fond and Robby wants this entire night seared onto the back of his eyelids for eternity. The sight below him is one he’ll never forget. His dick sliding in and out of Dennis’ soaking pussy, the panties pushed to the side just enough to allow him to do so, the bra that was so delicate compared to the muscles around it, and of course Dennis’ face. Eyes hooded, like he’s struggling to keep them open, mouth hanging open, and a little drool starting to slide down his cheek.
“Denny,” Robby really fucks into him now, enjoying the wet squeeze around him as the bed slams against the wall. The warmth around him was so addicting but he has another vice he wants to attend to. Making Dennis cum on him.
It was probably his favorite feeling, often even above his own orgasms, to have Dennis cumming around him. Fuck it drives him crazy just thinking about it, his fingers drifting to toy with his boyfriend’s straining cock through the panties. Every spasm and squeeze around him was so goddamn good and Dennis sounded so fucking ruined when he came it was so worth it. Toying with his dick he presses the fabric into him and gets a sharp gasp.
Tears start to water Dennis’ eyes but he blinks them away. Robby found the crying during sex to be hotter than he probably should. Yes, his boyfriend had told him that he cries when he’s overwhelmed and that unless he uses the safe word he’ll be okay. Yes, Dennis has cried during sex even when he just gets emotional. But what got Robby was just how ruined Dennis always looks, like he’s exhausted out of his mind and yet he’s still chasing the highs that Robby offers. He loves watching the tears slide down his cheeks and make his cheeks nice and rosy, his eyelashes wet.
Through the panties, Robby can feel Dennis’ starting to twitch and he grins down at his partner. Nothing could take away the pride he feels at getting Dennis to cum so many times in such a short period. Dennis didn’t even know it was possible until Robby, which he once again took a sort of sick pride in. Part of him, yes that selfish possessive part, hopes that Dennis can’t cum without Robby. That makes him rub harder, getting a whimpery moan.
When Dennis cums again, he tightens his legs around Robby, as if he were going anywhere. As if there’s anywhere in the world he would rather be than between these two legs. Robby groans at the perfect feeling of fluttering and sucking that accompanies Dennis’ orgasm. Fuck he feels so good.
“Gonna get you pregnant,” Robby immediately regrets voicing it, one of his darkest desires, but is met with a needy whine. Something very primal in him pushes his hips forward, until he’s just pressing into that wet heat, as deep as he can go.
“Put a baby in me daddy,” Fucking hell Dennis always took what he said in stride and made it hotter. He really doesn’t deserve him. “Need it so bad, please, please!” His begging sets Robby off, pushing his boyfriend’s legs up so he’s holding onto the backs of his knees.
“Yeah? You need it?”
“Yes!” Dennis looks so perfect, the white lace against his flushed, muscled body made Robby want to be able to fuck him for hours. If only. The man grabs at his back, nails dragging down sharply. Fuck, that always drives him closer to the edge, that delicate balance of pain and pleasure. He can feel his cock twitching inside Dennis, and he groans, trying to hold on a little longer. Can he get one more orgasm out of Dennis before he cums inside him?
“You wanna cum on me one more time and I’ll give you a baby?”
“I can’t,” Dennis has tears welling up again when Robby touches his dick and he shushes his whimpers. “I can’t, it’s too much,”
“You can baby, I know you can, you’ve got one more in you, it’ll feel so good, and I’ll breed you nice and deep ,” He’s almost babbling, desperate to feel that incredible clenching around him. Tears streak down Dennis’ cheeks as he shakes, the vibrations teasing Robby. Biting his bottom lip, he moves in time with his thrusts and Dennis is sobbing, but he’s bucking his hips as best as he can. And no safe word yet. Again, Robby will always stop for him of course, but he’s not seeing any of the normal signs of when he goes too far, no panic in his eyes or hyperventilation, instead he gets a small nod. A wave of relief washes over him, glad that they can read each other so well.
The lace must feel a certain way to Dennis against his clit, because without warning Robby feels him cumming again. That beautiful clenching feeling sucks around his dick and he pushes as deep as he can as he cums. He always feels boneless cumming inside his boyfriend, an amazing melting feeling as his balls tighten and his cock throbs, his own cum hot against himself in Dennis’ pussy.
A shudder rips through Dennis, who presses against Robby, like he’s trying to get him even deeper. Another wave of euphoria washes over him as Dennis continues to flutter around him, this orgasm longer than usual. Fuck he always feels like he’s on cloud nine when Dennis cums on him.
Now his least favorite part— pulling out. Dennis whines every time, like he wants Robby to stay buried in him forever. This time however Dennis looks absolutely fucked out of his mind and it’s more of a whimper when Robby pulls out. He winces and more tears fall down his face.
“Hey I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Robby kisses his cheeks, letting his legs down slowly as he moves Dennis’ panties back to cover him. “I’ve got you baby, you did such a good job, you’re so perfect,” He peppers kisses on Dennis’ cheeks and feels arms wrapping around him, holding him tightly against him.
“So cold,” Dennis pulls him down so Robby is lying directly on top of him. Surely that can’t be comfortable? But Dennis sighs and buries his face in Robby’s neck. “Better,” He breathes in deep and holds onto Robby like he can’t imagine letting go. It makes him feel a little flustered, butterflies flitting around in his stomach.
They stay wrapped in each other like that for a long while, Robby occasionally moving to press kisses to Dennis’ cheeks. The comfortable silence after sex is something that Robby cherishes when it happens. Just enjoying each other’s presence, stealing looks into the other’s eyes, breathing each other in. It makes his heart full. And Dennis is so gorgeous he doesn’t mind just staring at him in silence. He could stare at him forever and still not get bored. He feels fingers carding through his hair and closes his eyes, his original plan to fuck Dennis again seeming less and less likely as he starts to melt into his boyfriend.
“So you liked the lingerie?” Dennis asks softly, as if he’s scared Robby would say no, it wasn’t that special. Pulling back to be able to stare down at him, Robby strokes his face. He glances back down to admire the lingerie and runs his hands up Dennis’ sides to feel him up a little. “I have other colors, if white wasn’t your favorite,”
His head spins, he has more than one set?
“I think I’ll need to see you in every color you have just to uh make sure,” Robby feels incredibly turned on and his dick pathetically twitches. “What other colors do you have?” He tries to sound casual as he plays with one of the straps of the bra, rubbing it between his fingers. Knowing his boyfriend he definitely caught the heat behind his words.
“Black or pink,” Fucking hell he wishes he could get hard again right now. He moans against Dennis’ forehead and presses himself even more against the man. Dennis giggles, kissing Robby’s neck then nuzzling him.
“Pink, I think I really need to see the pink one,” Robby’s words are tumbling out, he can’t help his hips moving to rut against Dennis even though he was soft. Dennis giggles again and holds Robby tight. “When did you even get them?”
“A couple of weeks ago, I’ve been looking at them for a while but they were on sale finally,”
“Baby, I can pay for things like this, please,” He would buy Dennis an entire store and have him try on every last piece of lingerie. And it seems like it’s not just for Robby but that Dennis likes the feeling of wearing lingerie. Robby just gets to reap the benefits of his boyfriend being into lace and silk. “I’ll buy you whatever you want,”
“Really?” Dennis pulls away to stare at him. “Even if it’s expensive?”
“Yes, god, Denny if it’s expensive and you want it I’ll buy it in a heart beat. Anything,” Robby lets his hands wander downwards, playing with Dennis’ garter. They hadn’t talked about money before but Robby has slightly been spoiling the man, as much as he lets him. “This is for extremely selfish reasons,”
“You don’t think it’s weird that I’m a guy into lingerie?” Robby snorts.
“Plenty of men are into wearing lingerie, it’s hot,”
“Have you been with other men who wear lingerie?” Dennis looks nervous then, like he has competition. As if. As if anyone could even come close to Dennis on an average day, let alone Dennis in lingerie. Or maybe he was nervous that this wasn’t “normal” for what a guy is typically into, but that was part of the fun of being a sexual deviant, in Robby’s opinion.
“No I haven’t, you’re the first. But it’s not uncommon and if you’re worried it makes you less of a man, it doesn’t,”
“I know that, I just… I’m still a man, even though I like this sort of feminine thing,”
“Of course you’re still a man,” Robby snorts at the absurdity of it. He doesn’t remind him that he was into him long before he knew he was transgender.
“And you don’t… think of me as like the best of both worlds, right?” This was quieter and he pulls apart to be able to stare into Dennis’ eyes. This wasn’t the first time they’ve had a conversation around Dennis’ gender but Robby was guessing he felt a little raw and feeling exposed right now.
“I think you’re the best of the world, not both worlds. And it’s not because of your genitalia, it’s because you’re the man that I love,” Dennis relaxes at that and he feels relieved. It was still Robby’s first relationship with a transgender person and from Dennis’ past few hookups it sounded like he wasn’t treated like a man. Which made Robby angry for multiple reasons, the main one being that he couldn’t believe someone would hook up with a person and not think of them as their correct gender. “I know we didn’t talk about it first, how did you feel about the uh breeding thing?” He felt warm thinking about it. It wasn’t his first time telling a man he’d get him pregnant, it was just the first time it might be possible.
“It was pretty hot, I’m pretty conflicted about having kids but I liked it,” He doesn’t look nervous or shy admitting this to Robby. “But you really like it, right?”
“I’ve said it to men before, it was never an actual possibility until you,” Dennis looks a little jealous there. “And maybe it’s the first time I actually meant it,” That part is softer and makes Dennis’ eyes widen.
“You’d want a kid with me?”
“Maybe we should start a little slower,” He avoids answering that yes, he actually wants to raise children with the man. “How would you feel about moving in?” He’s cautious, has been waiting to ask this for months. Six months seems like an okay time to do that, right? Dennis’ mouth just hangs open.
“To… here?” Robby’s stomach drops. It was too soon to have asked wasn’t it? “Fuck, yes, I’ll pay rent and do chores—“
“You can do chores but you’re not paying me rent, that’s final,” He kisses Dennis to avoid any argument and it works.
“This is probably the best Valentine’s day I’ll ever have,” Dennis sighs, staring up at Robby with those adoring eyes. Robby definitely agrees, leaning back down to kiss him again.