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Robby doesn’t remember when his appetite changed into something more possessive; when it became angry and all-consuming—devouring everything in its wake. All he remembers is the desire scorching down to his bones, bursting within him a flame that curls its tendrils around his throat. It cages him. It transforms him.
He doesn’t even know if he wants to return to the way it was.
Dennis is his now. Has been, for a while. Robby can’t even fathom how this came to be, just that this beautiful boy is his and he loves Robby just as much. Dennis is loyal to a fault; he is endearing—stumbling over his feet at the weight of his own tragedy. A lamb for the slaughter, Jack murmured to Robby once when he was a little too drunk and a little bit jealous.
He tells Jack about his new hunger. Tells him how guilty he was for even thinking that way; that Dennis didn’t deserve an old man’s perversion. Jack only looks at him with a sharpened glee.
“Lean into it,” he says to Robby and Robby tries to pretend that he isn’t comforted by his friend’s—brother’s—words. He tries to pretend that he didn’t deliberately spill this to the only person who understands that putrid desire—he’d seen Mohan’s panties tucked into Jack’s pockets at work more times than he could count—but Jack is looking at him with a radiating delight and Robby knows that he’d been caught.
Robby wonders how Jack navigated his own cataclysm—his new relationship with Mohan burned hotter than they both expected, but she always seems so happy whenever Robby sees her; she looks settled in her own body like whatever it is that’s happening between her and Jack is exactly what she’s been wanting for so long. And Robby’s glad, but there’s a difference between bondage and what Robby wants.
Because for all that is good in the world, what burns hot in Robby’s jowls is his newfound desire—he wants to get Dennis pregnant.
Robby remembers the greed; the way he saw Dennis’ naked body folded for him and felt his stomach swoop, fluttering like it’s got a pulse of its own. He didn’t even recognize it for what it was until he’s got Dennis on his knees on the bed, his body held up only by Robby’s grip on his hips. Bruises were for sure going to bloom there the next day, and Robby promised to kiss them sorry.
Dennis’ arms turned to jelly a few minutes back, leaving him to sag on the bed and hiccupping on the pillows. He was all putty in Robby’s arms. So soft and pliant. His words were fractured; dizzied rambles shifting from begging for more and keening about how it was too much. Robby had to keep stopping to ask if Dennis wanted to end this; if he’d had enough.
But Dennis, beautiful and lovely Dennis, turned his head just enough to shyly whimper, “You didn’t cum yet.” He was so flushed, his ears a beautiful pink hidden in the mess of his hair. Robby’s heart swelled at his words; at how endearing his beloved was.
He pressed forward to kiss Dennis’ spine. Goosebumps littered flushed skin, dewy and supple to Robby’s touch, and he chuckled, his voice rumbling mutedly. “So good to me, baby,” he whispered, shifting.
Dennis whimpered, nodding as best as he could. Robby brought his hands up to his sternum, feeling the ridges of his ribs beneath taut skin, before dragging it down—teasing his nipples where Robby was rewarded with a choked moan, before dropping it even lower where Robby’s prize lay.
Dennis’ cock wept in his hold. It was so hot in his palm. Twitching. This, and everything that Dennis is—all Robby’s.
“Fuck,” Dennis murmured, breathless and quiet. His voice was a splintering quake, shaken by the electric shocks racing underneath his skin. He rutted back into Robby’s cock, humming. “Feel so full.”
Robby’s lungs squeezed, his breaths stuttering out through his mouth in broken rasps. He felt like he was locked in that moment; suspended in the miasma of his avarice. His eyes couldn’t see past the decadence of what Dennis laid out before him—Dennis didn’t even know what he unleashed with his honeyed words.
Robby’s hands leave Dennis’ cock, mapping along his skin in a daze. He was overwhelmed with this drunken sort of need to feel. To see.
“Here?” he asked, his big hand cupping the tiny bump of Dennis’ gut. “You feel full here, baby?”
Dennis whined, nodding, and Robby groaned, all manic and starved. He started rutting into Dennis again, skin slapping against skin—a muted crescendo. Dennis sobbed, fisting the sheets with white-knuckles, and Robby held him throughout, digging his fingers on the soft pudge of Dennis’ stomach, unable to pull away. Not wanting to pull away.
“Touch me,” Dennis moaned out, begging. “Doc- Robby, need you to touch my dick, please.”
“I’ve got you,” Robby told him, kissing Dennis’ ear. He had to rip his hand away from Dennis’ stomach to curl it around his cock, tugging softly, before swiping his thumb over its leaking slit.
Robby knew that he was in trouble; the way he grew attached so quick to the quiet tides of Dennis’ drunken moan was not good. Fuck. That’s not good.
He buried his head on Dennis’ back, breathing him in and licking the salt off his skin. He tried to lose himself in Dennis’ moans, in his breathy calls for Robby’s name—Doc- Ro- Da-—but Robby’s hunger had taken root. It ensnared itself down his throat and made a home in the curl of his lungs.
Dennis’ hole quivered, tightening around Robby’s dick, before warm cum spilled all over Robby’s fist. He praised Dennis throughout; coaxing him off his high before he could crash and feel his exhaustion in one swoop. Dennis murmured something Robby couldn’t catch, but he watched as Dennis shifted, snaking his hands underneath his body, and— oh.
Dennis’ palm sat atop Robby’s hand. Like that, they were pressing on Dennis’ stomach together.
Fuck. Fuck!
Robby’s orgasm hit him like a sudden rip. It felt like it carved out of him his soul, leaving him a husk of what he once was. It hit him with a magnitude he didn’t even know was still in him; and it took him apart with such ferocity, his ears buzzed with nothing but a static. He could distantly hear Dennis murmuring sweet nothings to him, returning Robby’s softness, and Robby’s heart buckled even more.
When he pulled out, Robby couldn’t tear his eyes away from the condom—soiled and used; gathered by the end was his semen. He couldn’t understand his agitation; why he wished that he spilled everything inside Dennis instead.
“Robby?” Dennis called out, his voice concerned and exhausted. Robby looked at him, curious, only to see Dennis watching him on his side. He’s blinking those tired eyes at Robby before flicking them back down to Robby’s flaccid cock.
“Yeah, sorry,” Robby told him, turning to him his crinkled smile and ignoring the curl of shame burning in his cheeks. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He tugged the condom off his dick, knotted the end with a snap, and dumped it in the trash. He ignored that lurch in his stomach. That hunger. That yowling.
He was just being ridiculous, he reasoned. Yes. That was all.
The hunger didn’t stop. It grew. It got angrier. Needier. Robby remembers thinking that maybe he needed a damn psych eval.
He couldn’t stop his obsession—finding Dennis’ stomach when Robby’s stuffing him full; palming him up like if he kept doing it then he would feel himself past Dennis’ muscles and fat. It made Robby hypervigilant of his sexual appetite, and it churned within him shame and disgust. It felt like what he once had with Dennis—that quiet fascination, that overflowing endearment, that careful affection—was now muddled by his perversion. He was too old for this and Dennis, his plate was too full for Robby’s new turmoil.
Still, he couldn’t stop because it wasn’t just about wanting to fill Dennis; it was about something more obscene. It wasn’t even about having kids—there are far too many ways to make that dream possible now—but it was about the inherence need of Robby to fuck Dennis until it took.
That is what did it for him. What consumed him. What tore him apart until all that Robby could think of was his greed.
He told himself to stop, and he tried to stop it, but when Dennis was with him—on his bed, on his lap, on top of him—it was all Robby could think about. His wandering hands would always find Dennis’ stomach, and he would have to bite onto his lip to stop himself from pleading. From asking Dennis if he would allow this old man to cum inside him.
Sex turned into something more weighted. He kept finding himself under Dennis’ mercy, unable to buck away from those pretty eyes that wept so prettily when he slid in. He felt like he was always coming undone and remade when he was with Dennis; reduced to the most tender points of his body and stretched thin until his pleasure coalesced with his guilt. His orgasm was a riptide of a muted sweet release because it’s still not enough; it’s still in a condom. Still away from what he desperately wanted.
“So good, Robby. You’ve been so good to me,” Dennis whispered, nuzzling his face on Robby’s own. He’s got a soft scruff growing on his chin; they’re too blond to see from afar, but they never failed to mesmerize Robby when he felt them on his skin.
Dennis’ hands pat over his body, coaxing him down his fog. Robby warbled something, something close to thank you and I love you, but he was too out of it to hear himself. They stayed curled within each other’s arms until the drying cum began to feel more uncomfortable than not.
He rubbed the damp rag over Dennis’ body, cleaning him off their shared spill. Dennis’ cock twitched, his breath stuttering for a moment when Robby rubbed a little too close.
“M’sorry,” he whispered.
“S’okay,” Dennis told him.
Robby pressed kisses on his face down to his chest when he was done cleaning them up. There was a temptation to dip even lower, to pepper kisses down Dennis’ navel, but Robby snuffed out the curls of his angered desires and pulled Dennis for a languid kiss. It’s nothing hot or desperate, just two lips finding each other in the quiet waft of their peaking pleasure.
A quiet comfort, yes, but also a balm to Robby’s itch.
He started avoiding Dennis; dancing past his curious calls and his ever-so growing dejection. Robby knew he was being unfair, but he thought about the weight of his mess, how he refused to burden Dennis with it, and stayed resolute in his decision.
Dennis had asked him if he did something wrong and Robby assured him that he didn’t.
“Just something on my mind right now,” he said. Dennis stared up at him, his brows furrowed in his worry and his skepticism. Robby pretended he didn’t see the storm in his eyes and pulled away, tucking himself back into their professional roles and transforming once more as Dennis’ mentor.
It felt like Robby was cowering away from his reality; like he was running away with his tail tucked between his legs. He found that he didn’t have it in him to deny what he was doing.
“What’s wrong with you and the bloodhound?” Dana asked, sidling up beside him.
Robby looked up from a patient’s chart and stared at her from the top of his glasses. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “Just- you know. You clearly have a soft spot for him, but seems like the two of you fell out.”
Robby licked the back of his teeth, trying to find the words to describe what he’d done but there was nothing that could come close. Dana probably wouldn’t have even wanted to hear his grapple.
She cleared her throat and quirked a brow up in further question when he let the silence drag on.
He scratched his neck, looking away. “I’m handling it.”
“Sure you are,” she hummed, clearly dubious, before shifting to nod her head to where Dennis was. Robby’s eyes flicked to him, their gazes meeting for a brief second, before Dennis ducked away, his face burning at being caught by Robby. “Does he know you’re handling it?” She piped up when Dennis disappeared, off to somewhere Robby remembered Javadi was helping Mel.
Robby could only give her a short smile and Dana sighed because she knew what that meant—Robby was not handling it. He turned back to the patient’s chart to avoid her all-knowing eyes.
The buzz of the day slowly took priority, and Robby found himself buried in the shuffling chaos. Dennis seemed to be going along with the day’s motions too, and Robby watched as he dove between cases with that tenacious focus that Robby had always cherished in him.
Things were slowing down when a mother and her kid were wheeled in.
The mother was rushed into the ED on a wheelchair. Her knees were skinned—from tripping, she would tell them later—and bloodied, but she was deliberately ignoring everyone as she tried to calm her baby down.
“Is the child fine?” Mel questioned.
“She’s fine,” the paramedic answered before shuffling closer to her when Jesse came to take over wheeling the mother’s wheelchair. “According to mom, Patricia, she was just jostled by their fall.”
“We’ll still make an assessment then,” Robby said before turning to look at Mel. “You free to do that?”
“Yes!” Mel said, excited. Robby smiled and nodded his thanks before stepping into the room they’ve wheeled Patricia into. Mohan’s already took over the assessment, and Robby stayed just until she was done, nodding in agreement to Mohan’s diagnosis about a superficial wound, before slipping out to check on the kid.
“Pedes,” Dana called when he passed her.
“Thanks.”
He slipped inside, ready to ask Mel for her evaluation, only to stop short at what he saw. It was only Dennis in the room and there, cradled in his arms, was the kid. Robby’s throat closed up, growing woozy like he’d been struck. There was a weight that lodged itself in his chest, before pinpricks razed the backs of his eyes.
Dennis noticed him soon after, and he turned, shifting even the kid, and Robby was left to stare at two wide eyes looking back at him.
“Dr. Robby?” Dennis asked, his face creased in his worry. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Robby said, breathing in sharply. “Where is Dr. King?”
“She, uh, just stepped out real quick,” Dennis replied, and he looked so soft and beautiful holding the baby with so much gentleness and ease. “Are you sure you’re—”
“Oh, hey, Dr. Robby!” Mel’s voice pierced through before she bounded close to Dennis. “I haven’t finished the assessment yet, but there doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary. But I’ll complete it soon and come find you.”
“Yeah,” Robby said, unable to tear his eyes away from Dennis. “That’ll be great, Dr. King. Whitaker.”
Dennis’ eyes were furrowed; Robby could see them shift as he studied him. He turned away before Dennis could see the catastrophe of his longing.
When their shift ended, he left before Dennis could even find him.
He told Jack.
Jack gave him his exculpation—“Lean into it.”
Robby comes crawling back to Dennis with an apology.
He’s dreamt about this—how he’ll beg Dennis to understand, to hear him out, to forgive him, to love him, in spite of. He’s dreamt about the pain, the hunger, and learned that there is no reality where he’d rather choose the hunger over Dennis so he told himself that it’ll just be a quiet admission. That it’ll just be a moment of Dennis’ time, before the two of them would move on without even a second thought to spare. Water under the bridge.
Dennis doesn’t do any of that.
He stayed on Robby’s lap as Robby gritted through his confession, warm and comforting. When Robby curled his fingers on his own pants, Dennis huffed and wiggled them loose until he could slip his fingers in the spaces of Robby’s. He was patient through it all. Quiet. Robby couldn’t understand why.
Finally, his words peter out. Tension builds in Robby’s stomach. Dennis looks at him, and says, “That’s it?”
Robby blinks at him. Surprise doesn’t even explain the stirring in his gut.
“What?”
“Robby,” Dennis starts, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. “That’s just a breeding kink.”
A heartbeat. “What?”
Dennis huffs before rolling his eyes. Robby smiles despite the situation because Dennis’ shyness is a sight on its own.
“Breeding kink. It’s when you want to…” Dennis swallows, hesitant. Robby’s curiosity grows stronger.
“It’s when I want to what?”
“It’s when you get off on the idea of impregnating someone.”
Robby breathes in deeply because hearing it from Dennis was something short of catastrophic. He almost teases him; he almost jokes about how Dennis sounds breathless himself as he utters that, but Robby notices the way Dennis blinks his eyes at him, all shy and wobbly. Oh. Dennis thinks that—
“No, not someone,” Robby says, his voice sticky with the beginnings of his bloating desire. “Just you, baby.”
“Oh,” Dennis whispers, licking his lips. Robby’s eyes track the movement, feeling his dick churn. “I- oh.”
“Yeah,” Robby croons. “Oh.”
There is a moment where they only stare at each other’s eyes, trying to see if this is the farthest that they’re willing to go for the day—that maybe they need a moment after this; let the dust settle, and all that—but then Dennis is moving.
He lifts his hand up, still holding onto Robby’s own, and brings it to his stomach.
“You want to fill me up here, don’t you?” He asks, so sure of himself all of a sudden. It’s beautiful on him—this confidence. This bite.
“Yes,” Robby breathes out, whimpering. “Will you let me?”
Dennis doesn’t keen but it’s close. He is so warm to Robby’s touch now, awashed by the weight of his own desires. Robby can’t fathom how lucky he is to have Dennis; how fortunate he is to share a love with him; to dream of a future with him.
“Please,” Dennis whispers, his voice so soft and beautiful despite the hunger burning bright in his own eyes.
He is truly the better half of Robby’s soul.
He pulls him for a kiss, their breaths teasing over each other’s lips. “Okay,” Robby tells him. It rings like a promise.
He slides his palm on Dennis’ skin, watching in fascination as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.
“Do you feel me here, baby?” he asks, giddy, and Dennis chokes on his moans, unable to reply. It makes Robby coo, a sort of satisfaction unfurling in his stomach at seeing how much this is affecting Dennis too, before he draws back, pulling his cock out in a slow, torturous stroke.
He turns his eyes down to where they’re connected with a manic glee. They skipped the rubber tonight, passing to each other promises about Plan B’s and morning-after pills after this. Dennis had to grip Robby’s balls to stop him from cumming when their dirty talk settled deep in his belly, hissing at Robby to calm down.
Robby watches his cock leave Dennis’ hole, all shiny and glazed. They’ve used a copious amount of lube for tonight—Robby had wanted Dennis to cum on his fingers—but he didn’t expect this. Dennis looks wet. Like he’s dripping slick around Robby’s cock.
“Jesus,” He grunts, his body buzzing with the deluge of his pleasure.
He knows he won’t last long, not with how beautiful Dennis is and how good everything feels because this sex, this love-making, feels like Robby’s waking up from a drawn out dream. It feels like coming out of the depths for a gasp of air.
“In,” Dennis hiccups, rousing Robby from his thoughts. “Wanna feel you in me, Robby.”
Robby hums, nodding. He shifts his hand and lays it flat on Dennis’ stomach. “Hold yourself still now.”
He truly meant his words—it was just a reminder for Dennis to relax—but Dennis chokes on his voice again like what Robby said was something filthy. Like it was meant to be dirty talk. It makes Robby smile, his joy rolling off of him in waves. How Dennis could like this just as much, Robby doesn’t know, but his baby’s hole is spasming around Robby, fluttering in its excitement because he wants Robby in.
Robby waits for a heartbeat, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, then, he slams everything in. Dennis howls, his back arching off the bed as he screams. Robby isn’t far off, his jaw dropping as he gasps out Dennis’ name. The pleasure that razed through him is violent. It is gripping. Consuming. Robby almost goes blind at the sheer pressure surrounding his dick.
“Full?” Robby breathes out when he’s found his voice, grinning at Dennis. Dennis moans, his words curling into each other.
He’s so red right now, squirming under Robby’s touch, his cock jumping to his stomach, beading pearls of pre-. Robby licks his lips and slides his hand down to swipe at the weeping slit of cock’s head, careful to gather the drops. Then, he lifts his hand up and taps his knuckle on Dennis’ lips.
Dennis opens his eyes and turns them to Robby. They’re big and wet and beautiful. Robby croons. “Open up, sweetheart. Taste yourself for me.”
Dennis blinks, trying to process his words, and Robby feels the moment he does because his walls squeeze around Robby tighter before his jaw could even drop open. Dennis lolls out his tongue, and drool drips from the corner of his mouth when he does so. He looks so debauched like this. So messy. So drunk by Robby’s antics.
Robby presses the pad of his thumb on Dennis’ tongue and watches as pink lips wrap around his finger, sucking him clean. Dennis looks at him throughout, hallowing his cheeks in a way that is so teasing—reminiscent of the way he loves to take Robby’s dick down his throat to hold it there without doing anything; cockwarming wasn’t one of the things Robby even knew that he was into until Dennis came into his life, pawing at his crotch and sitting between his legs, his throat full of Robby and unwilling to move.
“You’ll be the death of me, truly,” Robby puffs out, his chest heaving. Dennis chuckles and pulls Robby’s thumb out with a pop.
“After you cum inside me, I hope,” Dennis tells him, still cheeky and always delightful. It makes Robby laugh, a belly-deep guffaw leaving him before he buckles over to press a kiss on Dennis’ forehead.
They stay like that for a while, gathering the remnants of their appetite. It’s like they’re both waiting for the final act; the calm before the storm.
“I love you,” Dennis whispers, their noses brushing against each other’s. Robby swallows the lump in his throat, and blinks the burning prickles from his eyes.
“Yeah,” he says, all choked up. “Love you too.”
They breathe in tandem—a quiet drag of shared breaths—before Robby moves, pulling himself back up and gripping Dennis’ hips. Dennis is biting his lip in his anticipation, his balled up fists limp on either side of his head. He looks so beautiful like this—waiting for Robby to hold him; to touch him; to fill him up.
I love you, Robby thinks as he pulls out, leaving just the tip of his cock in.
I love you, Robby thinks when he bucks everything in, snapping his hips with a measured rut until it leaves his pelvis pressed flushed to the inside of Dennis’ thighs.
I love you, Robby thinks, listening to Dennis moan out Robby’s name, his voice splintering over and over again.
Dennis is crying now, and he’s clawing at the sheets as he scrambles for purchase. Robby blinks, sweat dripping from his forehead. It makes his eyes sting.
No.
They’ve been stinging before. He was crying just as much.
The weight of everything falls onto him again, crushing his chest and leaving him breathless. The guilt, the shame. Then, the acceptance. The love returned. It felt like Robby has always been on an endless voyage all his life, drifting helplessly for a harbour. And here Dennis is, the lighthouse to his ship; bringing him home.
How could Robby not want to fuck him until a promise would take root?
“Wanna see you full, Dennis,” he murmurs, his voice curling with reverence. Greedy hands paw at Dennis’ body again, mapping from his thighs to his gut. When he pulls out, a loud squelch rings in the space between them—their shared mess; Dennis’ gift to him.
“Gonna cum in you, baby. Gonna keep cumming in you until you’re all stuffed and round.” Robby sounds drunken now, bordering on delirium.
“Yesyesyesyes—” Dennis wails, bucking in Robby’s touch. “Gonna-! Gonna-!”
“Touch yourself for me,” Robby breathes out, ragged in his own climbing euphoria. He feels its tendrils uncoil, letting loose all over Robby’s synapses. He feels like he is melting; everything just feels too much. He knows that he is close to his peak; to the ripping of his own cataclysm.
Dennis follows Robby’s murmured orders. He always does—Robby’s sweet boy. He curls his trembling hand around his dick, matching Robby’s pace. Robby hears himself moaning, his voice a deep and needy gravel; Dennis has gone silent, his jaw going slack as he flicks his wrist and chases after his ecstasy.
“M’gonna-!” Dennis hiccups, his body going taut all of a sudden. Robby hisses at the vice grip around his cock, Dennis’ hole desperate to milk him dry.
Dennis wails as he cums, his cock jerking as thick ropes spray a mess between them, landing on Robby’s stomach and up to Dennis’ sternum. His body locks, all of his muscles going tensed, and Robby feels himself following; his own climax lapping at his feet, about to engulf him in one big tidal wave.
“Here it is, baby,” Robby rumbles. “Gonna give you my cum now.”
“Thank you,” Dennis rasps out, the steward that he is. “Thank you, Robby. Thank you.”
Robby doesn’t know what finally pushes him to the edge—Dennis’ gratitude, his feverish embrace, or everything in between—but it was calamitous. It was devastating; a landslide that rips everything apart and leaves nothing but its ruins. Robby feels like he’s been unmade down to the very atoms of his being, energy buzzing, leaving him suspended in limbo. He feels like everything that should be has become—his whole body is singing; he is an orchestra of his ecstasy.
When he comes out of it, he sees Dennis watching him with a sort of worship like Robby was someone who exists beyond his reach. Robby rumbles something between Dennis’ name and hello. Dennis laughs. “Hi,” his beloved tells him.
Robby grunts, unwilling to move. His seed might leak if he pulls out and then it won’t take. No, he can’t have that.
“It’s okay, Robby,” Dennis tells him, his voice breaking the churning of Robby’s thoughts. “Don’t have to pull out, just- just lie on your side, okay? So you could rest.”
“Okay.”
They shuffle, skin brushing against skin. He drops his lips on Dennis’ shoulder. “Thank you.”
Dennis chuckles, nuzzling into Robby.
“Let’s do that again.”
Robby barks out a laugh, startled even when his mind is still a mush. Then, “I’d love that.”
“I know you would,” Dennis snorts.
Robby doesn’t even have to see him to know that Dennis rolled his eyes at him. Cheeky brat.
Robby buys Dennis a butt plug.
“To keep my cum in,” he says with a shrug. “Maybe then, you’d finally get pregnant, huh, baby?”
He makes Dennis wear it to work; pumps him full in the morning, in the bathroom, and plugs him up with his new toy before sending Dennis off with a pat to his ass.
Jack catches them once. Robby tells him it’s payback.