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Thanksgiving morning. Robotnik had no interest in holidays of any kind, and Stone knew this. Yet, the allure of cooking a mini feast just for himself and the doctor was too much to ignore. So he spent most of the morning preparing dishes and desserts he could present to the Doctor later in the day, when he finally left his office for the first time mid-afternoon.
Stone knew that Robotnik didn't like turkey, especially not the way it was traditionally prepared on Thanksgiving. But he also knew that Thankgiving was- as its name implied- a time to give thanks to those closest to oneself. And who else to give thanks to than the Doctor, his favourite person?
All the platters that Stone had prepared were moved off to the side of the table, leaving a wide empty space in the center. He had draped a thick blanket on the table, under the tablecloth, in preparation for his Thanksgiving plans. Now- to sit in wait. Robotnik would be finished soon, surely, so Stone sat off to the side, doing menial tasks on his work laptop.
Nearly an hour passes, and Robotnik decides that now is the time to emerge from his office. The door opens and the Doctor mopes out, slouching as per usual as he blinks back the glare of the lights.He pauses- the delicious scent of Stone's cooking is in the air, and his mood immediately lifts.
"Doctor, it's Thanksgiving, so I decided to make you something nice. I know you don't appreciate holidays, but I needed an excuse to put my cooking skills to good use." Stone chirped, immediately putting his laptop down and standing up to greet the Doctor.
"I can tell. And it smells absolutely divine." Robotnik purrs, making his way to the dining area to see the table and the food placed on top- but he quirks an eyebrow in curiosity as he sees the state of it. The food pushed off to the side.
"Stone."
"Yes, Doctor?"
"Why is the food arranged like that."
Stone looks between the table of food and the Doctor a couple times. "Well, you know the true purpose of Thanksgiving?"
Robotnik paused. "Yes..? To give thanks or whatever. Some sentimental gooey excuse to feast. Don't tell me you have a whole speech or whatever rehearsed to offer your thanks to me. I already know you put me on a pedestal above everyone else, as you should."
Stone chuckled. "Indeed, I wish to give thanks to you, Sir." He takes a few steps forward, and Robotnik takes a few steps back. The back of his knees hit the edge of the table, and as Stone leans forward over him, he is forced to sit down.
Stone presses Robotnik’s shoulders gently but firmly down onto the table. "But not in words." Robotnik shifts slightly on the table- there was something soft beneath the tablecloth. He was clearly meant to be sitting here. Then he realised. The clearing in the center of the table wasn't for a centerpiece. It was for him.
Stone lowered himself to his knees in front of Robotnik, an adoring gaze directed up at the Doctor. His hands cradled Ivo's shoes, carefully bringing them to his lips as he pressed kisses to his boots. The Doctor watched, eyes wide, this sudden attention surprising but certainly not unwelcome. He loved being worshipped, especially by his most favoured agent- at his feet, kissing his boots.
Stone continued his ministrations, pressing kisses further up Robotnik's legs, hands sliding along his clothed thighs. The Doctor exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tensing against the tablecloth. Stone peered up at him, large brown doe eyes gleaming with affection and hunger. "I'll make sure you're properly thanked, Sir."
Hands worn with scars travelled up Robotnik's legs, soft touches tracing the seams of his tailored trousers before settling on his knees. Stone's thumbs rubbed slow circles against the fabric, breath just barely reaching Robotnik's skin, ghosting over his flesh and making him shudder.
Seeing his agent like this sent a spike of arousal through his system, already growing half-hard at the gentle touches and kisses from Stone. He leaned back on the table, contemplating keeping his legs closed and letting Stone work for it-but then those broad hands slid higher, thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner skin of his thighs, and Robotnik let them fall open with a sharp exhale.
Stone could clearly see the effect he was having on Robotnik's arousal, finding himself growing excited as well. But the Doctor was his feast, and he would be treating him in the way he deserved this Thanksgiving. Maybe, if Stone was lucky, Ivo would let him stuff him later, akin to the traditional turkey on this same evening. The thought made Stone groan, inching further up, mouthing on Ivo's inner thighs.
Robotnik was revelling in this attention. It was one of Stone's favourite things to do, servicing and worshipping his Doctor, reducing himself to complete inferiority beneath Ivo's gaze. Stone moved to-finally-mouthing at Robotnik's hard-on, pressing his nose against the strained fabric and providing the friction he was clearly craving. Ivo's hand tangled in Stone's hair, and he rocked his hips against his subordinate's face, moaning at the pleasurable feeling.
Humping Stone's face wasn't enough, so Ivo pushed Stone away to unbuckle his own pants. The Agent watched eagerly, sitting back on his haunches as the Doctor's leaking cock sprung free, achingly hard against his stomach. Stone moved forward, staring up at the Doctor as he licked up the underside of his cock, hands placed firmly on Ivo's thighs.
Robotnik let his head fall back in pleasure, letting Stone take this at his own pace- at least for now. Stone had done this countless times before, and yet every time felt like it was the first-delicious pleasure shooting through Ivo's body, never getting old as his Agent pressed kisses and licks to his cock.
Stone took the tip of Robotnik's cock into his mouth, using his tongue to lick around the head. Ivo bit back a groan, hand once again going to his agent's hair and taking control. He slowly but surely pressed Stone's head down to take more of his cock into his mouth, pausing briefly as it hit the back of his throat, before continuing until Stone's mouth fully enveloped his dick to the base.
Stone had practically no gag reflex- years of the Doctor shoving his fingers and other objects into his mouth eventually wore down at his gag reflex, and he was able to control it. It was especially appreciated during moments like this- Stone could hold Ivo's cock comfortably in his mouth, partially slipping down his throat, without coughing and gagging.
Slowly, Ivo lifted Stone's head, before pushing it back down again. Stone moaned around the Doctor's cock, sending pleasurable vibrations through the sensitive flesh, which in turn made Ivo make a sound of pure satisfaction.
"Stone.." The word slipped from Robotnik's mouth, making the agent look up at him as best he could, eyes wide and adoring. The expression made Ivo's hips stutter, bucking up against Stone's mouth, using the leverage he had on his head to pull him up, then back down again. The harsh motion made Stone want to squeeze his eyes shut, but he kept them gazing up at his Doctor, knowing the effect it had on him.
Stone was clearly enjoying having a feast- mouth stuffed full, Robotnik having full control over him as he used his mouth like a fleshlight. He kept his muscles relaxed, feeling his head repeatedly get shoved up and down, nose brushing the Doctor's hair at the base of his cock.
Robotnik's grip tightened, both on Stone's hair and the edge of the table. He tensed up, but Stone forcefully pulled off his cock right before he was about to climax. Ivo practically growled, but didn't push Stone's head back down.
"What's the matter? Too much?" He muttered, slightly out of breath. Stone licked up the saliva and pre that had collected on the edge of his lips, shaking his head.
"Not at all, Sir. I simply have.. other plans." He grinned, a facade of innocence, though there was clearly something more sinister under that adoring expression of his. Robotnik quirked an eyebrow, but didn't question the agent's intentions.
"If you insist. I was enjoying myself, quite frankly." Ivo huffed, cock still very much hard, leaking where it sat against his stomach.
"I want you to take your pants off. Can you do that for me?" Stone purred, tone shifting to that which he usually used in a position of dominance. Ivo immediately felt the need to submit flood his body, a feeling that used to be alien and hated- but if it was for Stone, he would succumb to that feeling. Just Stone. Never ever anybody else.
"I'm sure I can." Robotnik huffed, still having that bite of stubbornness, though he stood up to slip his pants and boxers properly off nonetheless.
"I'll be right back." Stone chirped, leaving briefly to head to their shared bedroom- Ivo drew the conclusion that his agent was most likely grabbing lubricant.
Sure enough, Stone came back into the room with the bottle in hand, an eager smile on his face. He paused before Ivo, placing the lube down on the table before slipping his own shoes, pants, and boxers off. It was no surprise that Stone too was hard, having derived immense enjoyment from pleasuring the Doctor.
"Turn around? Bend over the table." Stone's tone was soft, though there was an undertone of demanding, no room to question or disobey his orders. Ivo carefully manouvered around, bending over the table, presenting his ass to Stone. He understood more now why there was cushioning beneath the table cloth.
Stone grabbed the lubricant, slathering some on his fingers, two pressing gently inside Ivo; preparing him. His cock throbbed, wanting to bury himself inside the Doctor, but he didn't want to rush anything. He added a third finger, and Robotnik's back arched-the perfect stretch. He held tightly onto the opposite side of the table, breathy moans leaving his lips.
After another minute of Stone carefully stretching the Doctor on his fingers, he decided he had given adequate preparation, pulling his fingers out. He had been careful to not stimulate his prostate too much, he didn't want the Doctor finishing too early. Stone used the excess lube on his fingers to slick his cock, though there was more than plenty already dripping from Ivo's hole to have a smooth entance.
"Tonight, I'm going to be stuffing you. You know, like instead of a turkey." Stone muttered, a clear grin on his face as he whispered in Ivo's ear, lining himself up at the Doctor's entrance. Robotnik let out a half-scoff-half laugh.
"That's so fucking corny-ah-!" Ivo's sentence was cut off as Stone began to press inside, slowly. He gave gentle thrusts to ease himself in, the Doctor tightly gripping the tablecloth beneath himself as he groaned in pleasure.
Stone panted as he leaned over Ivo, bottoming out inside him. The Doctor tilted his head slightly, and Stone took the opportunity to press kisses along the exposed skin of his neck, before gently pulling out and slamming back in, the platters on the table rattling slightly.
"C-ah-Careful…" Robotnik murmured, back arching, hips grinding back against Stone's cock, letting out breathy whimpers. Stone pulled out again, thrusting forward, finding a steady rhythm. He angled his hips until he found the spot that made Ivo's body tremble and eyes roll back. He had already been teetering on the edge of climax, and that sudden onslaught of stimulation sent him over the edge.
He spilled onto the ground beneath his legs, untouched by either his own or Stone's hands. The agent noticed, chuckling softly, not slowing down the rocking of his hips as ropes of his spend dripped down to the floor. Ivo panted beneath him, legs trembling from his orgasm, trying to regain composure but failing as he whimpered and moaned.
Stone held onto Ivo's hips, keeping him steady even as he trembled under him. The Doctor kept his grip on the table tight as Stone pounded into him, desperately chasing his own pleasure.
A hand gently came up to cup Ivo's face, tilting his head to better face Stone. Stone leaned down to press a messy kiss to Ivo's lips, moustache rubbing against his upper lip as he groaned into the Doctor's mouth. Robotnik whimpered into the kiss, parting his lips so that Stone's tongue could enter his mouth. The agent's beard rubbed along Ivo's cheeks and chin, but he didn't mind- it added to the sensations and pleasure of being stuffed and fucked so rougly against the table.
"Mmh, Ivo.. you don't mind being stuffed, hm~? You prefer it to be you on Thanksgiving. Maybe we can make this a tradition." Stone panted and huffed as his thrusts grew sloppy, approaching his own orgasm with the Doctor shuddering in pleasure beneath him.
"Stone- ah, you better not pull out." Ivo hissed, hips moving to meet Stone's every thrust, back arching under his agent's touch.
"Of course not- Doctor-" Stone panted, delivering a final, harsh thrust that had Ivo scrambling for purchase on the table as he felt Stone's spend stuff him. The agent leaned down to lay his body on top of Ivo's, bent awkwardly over the table as Stone's warm breath met his Doctor's neck.
"You still wanna have a traditional thanksgiving feast? I don't want to let all the food I cooked go to waste." Stone hummed after the two had caught their breath, frantic panting evening out to synced, calm sighs.
"Of course I do, Stone." Ivo snapped, tilting his head to look up at his agent. Their eyes met, Ivo's softening as Stone leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, gentle and comforting.