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this wasn’t something dennis whitaker would’ve ever done before meeting you. but getting his first boyfriend has unlocked the decade plus years of sexual desire he’s been repressing since his first high school crush. it’s hit him like a tsunami. he’s getting boners in work like he’s going through puberty again at the thought of your cock. his bathroom breaks consist of him wringing one out as fast as he can and when he comes home, even through the heavy exhaustion of a day’s shift, he still jumps you like he’s just popped a viagra.
this all consuming lust has come to its peak with dennis sneaking you into the ER staff bathroom before his shift starts. he kept saying it was a bad idea, even as you both stepped through the doors, all the way to the bathroom, but he never stopped.
dennis has never been a very dominant person, sexually or otherwise, but his need forced him into this position. he locks the door and shoves you down onto the toilet.
“get hard,” dennis demands, his voice still having its usual uncertain edge to it, “we need to be quick.” you don’t have to be asked twice, pulling your cock out of your pants and stroking it. you bite your lip, panting softly, already chubbing up at the way he handled you.
“fuck, denny,” you hum, leaning back and spreading your legs, putting your cock on display as you stroke it, “like you taking control— ‘s real sexy, daddy.” you chuckle as he looks at you, almost mortified.
“god, do not call me ‘daddy’,” dennis flushes bright red, “i— i just need you, okay. this is already embarrassing enough.”
“calm down, baby,” you chuckle, “i gotcha. just take that pretty cock out for me. don’t wanna be using my imagination if i don’t have to be.” dennis nods, his eyes going wide as if you flicked a switch in his brain. he shoves his pants and boxers down, revealing his half hard cock. wrapping his hand round it makes him whimper. he’s beyond sensitive and aching with need.
“i know, baby,” you pout, moving to start fucking your fist, “you’re all needy for me, aren’t you? don’t worry, i’ll be in you soon.” dennis whines, stroking himself for you, pressing himself against the stall door, his fingernails scratching at it.
“not soon enough,” he grunts, flicking his thumb over the precum leaking from his tip and rubbing it down his shaft. the head is a bright needy pink, quickly turning purple. it’s enough to get you close already.
“get here,” you moan, squeezing the head of your cock as you stroke up. dennis immediately pushes off the door and basically trips himself into your lap. he wraps a hand round the back of your neck, tugging at the hair there as he slams his mouth to yours. your teeth knock and dennis’ tongue snakes its way inside your mouth. you whine, parting your lips for only a moment.
“relax, denny,” you mumble against his lips, “‘m right here.” he groans and shoves his tongue back down your throat, stroking his cock like it hasn’t been touched in a month. you realise nothing is gonna slow dennis down and try to match his pace. his teeth find your bottom lip, biting into it as he ran his palm over his head just the right way.
“fuck,” you mumble as he splits the skin there. to your surprise, your cock throbs at the pain. as dennis goes to pull back and apologise, you grip his hair and make him dig his teeth into your torn skin again. your cock throbs again and your nails dig into dennis’ skin, clinging to him as you find yourself reaching your peak faster than you expected. it feels too good for you to bother warning dennis.
he pulls back finally, checking if you’re okay. he’s met with a look of utter bliss and your sweet moans. he has no time to register this new found discovery before he’s covered cum.
you stroke yourself a few more times and your orgasm creeps up on you, slamming into you and shooting up dennis’ scrubs.
“oh fuck,” you moan, working a few more spurts of cum out of your cock, “denny.” as you come down from your orgasm you’re met with dennis looking down at you, cum across his cheek, and a frown on his face.
“just had to cum on the scrubs,” he sighs, “my shift hasn’t even started yet.” you snort, looking over the mess you’ve made all over him.
“‘m sorry, baby,” you chuckle, “just— fuck, you were just so needy and when bit me— i couldn’t hold back anymore.” dennis rolls his eyes, wiping your cum off his face and flicking at you.
“you’re lucky i love you,” he can’t help but crack a smile.
“you want me to help you finish?” you ask, tucking yourself in, “sorry i ended this early.”
“no, it’s okay, baby,” dennis smiles, checking his phone, “fuck— we don’t time for this. i gotta get out there in a minute.” you pout, standing up and tucking him back in, making a poor attempt at wiping your cum off his scrubs. he snorts and stops you.
“sorry,” you kiss him on the cheek, “i’ll make it up to you when you get home tonight, i promise.”
“you better,” he smirks, kissing you on the lips, “i got a 12 hour shift to get through.”
“my sexy doctor man,” you chuckle against his lips. he shakes his head, smiling against you.
“not yet— soon though,” he hums, “sooner than you fucking me.” you roll your eyes.
“you’re spending too much time with santos,” you joke.
“yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, “now get out of here before i get suspended or something.”
“yessir,” you wink at him and he shoves you out of the stall with a laugh of disbelief over what he just did.