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The cabin was perfect.
Cozy with big exposed log beams, it was tucked away in the mountains just far enough to feel like they were the only two people in the world. The upstairs and downstairs fireplaces were both burning bright, warmth spreading throughout the cabin to fight off the chill of the Pennsylvania snow falling outside.
Dennis looked around the living room area and kitchen with continued awe, noting the flowers on the big granite island and what he'd bet was a fully stocked fridge behind it for the next four days they'd be here together.
He didn't know which Valentine's Day present was truly his and which one was Robby’s. A couple days free to themselves to relax and fuck and maybe even bathe in the alluring hot tub he sees sitting out on the covered in back porch or actually having the time to cook three full course meals a day with nothing to worry about except a very handsy significant other.
A pair of hands come up from behind him, curling around his biceps as if summoned by his musings. A solid, warm chest presses into his back and Robby's breath tickles the skin high on his neck as he leans his head into the slope of his shoulder.
"You like it?" Robby whispers, nose dipping under the curve of his jaw. A light kiss is pressed under his ear, his beard rough and familiar before it catches on the edge of his jacket collar.
He leans back against Robby and those hands squeeze his arms before wrapping forward around Dennis' shoulders. Forearms crossed at his sternum, Robby's fingertips dance across the front of his chest and down his ribs.
Dennis brings a hand up to run his palm over the wrist settled under his throat. He smiles when Robby's nose moves further along to dig in under his chin and his fingers slip along the sleeve hem of his coat to feel the bones underneath Robby’s skin and the dark hair that covers it.
“It's perfect." He says, voice dropping low as he tilts his head back against Robby’s shoulder. Dennis looks out in front of them through the large glass windows that fill the back wall of the room to watch the snow covered hills that extended out into the backyard. They look like a dream.
“Yeah?” Robby asks, kissing the side of his Adam’s apple. The air of his murmur against his throat sends a bigger chill down his spine then the weather outside. “You should see the bedroom.”
Dennis’ other hand follows the path of Robby’s left arm to intertwine their fingers, nestled now into the dip of his waist. He fights the urge to start swaying.
“Really?” He says, faking nonchalance as he squeezes his hand. His heart beats loud and quick underneath Robby’s forearm.
“Mhmm.” Robby's voice vibrates his skin, sending red hot goosebumps across his neck. He moves their fingers down slowly, flexing and tightening his own against Dennis’ before caressing his stomach. Dennis tries not to gasp. “There’s a full length mirror next to the bed.”
He does gasp at that, lips parting quietly before he can stop them. Robby’s grin is felt against his throat, beard and teeth brushing a satisfied bruise before a wet kiss lands on his pulse.
Dennis squeezes his hand again, held steady and possessive over his bellybutton and his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips. He tilts his head against the side of Robby’s neck to breath into the other man’s ear. His voice comes out rough and eager, thinking of what’s to come.
“Maybe you should show me.” He whispers, coy.
The responding chuckle from Robby rumbles throughout his whole body. From his throat right down to his dick, it lights him on fire and leaves him trembling.
Robby tilts his head back to meet his eye, his crow’s feet haloing his temples in a beautiful blush even though his smirk is vicious and knowing as he mutters, “I think I will.”
He steps back, untangling himself from around Dennis though he keeps their hands connected when Dennis turns with him. Their fingers hang in the air between them, knuckles overlapping and suspended as if in a dance. Robby grins wordlessly down at him and he feels his heart stutter with joy, with love, with lust.
He starts walking backwards, leaving their bags on the kitchen floor and leading Dennis by the hand through the cabin and towards the stairs that lead up to the bedroom.
Dennis feels his own mouth pull up in a grin, giddy as they ascend the staircase. Robby keeps a strong grip on his hand even after he turns around to lead him forward up the steps. His eyes drop down to watch as their fingers stay overlapped and he realizes with a sharp swoop of arousal in his belly that their ring fingers are perfectly interlocked.
They walk through the upstairs loft and past a pool table that Dennis makes a mental note to check out in a couple different ways over their time here before Robby’s guiding him into the doorway of their room.
The same exposed log beams extend through into here and a large king size bed takes up space on the left hand side. Bracketed by twin night stands, it’s piled with enough pillows and blankets to warm an army and the whole room feels even cozier than the living room did. A couple of chairs sit on the far wall under the windowsill, setting a perfect scene to watch the sunrise in the mornings.
Dennis never wants to leave.
He comes in up behind Robby to set foot in the room properly. Squeezing his hand once before letting go, Dennis steps around him to finally see the main attraction his partner so pointedly brought up.
Opposite the bed and parallel to the entry into a sizeable bathroom hangs a gorgeous yet simplistic floor to ceiling mirror. The wood frame blends in seamlessly to the wall and Dennis steps forward another foot to find himself face to face with his reflection.
With rosy cheeks and chapped lips from the cold, his eyes trace over his own face. From his curly hair down to his rumpled clothes from the drive, the contrast with the wood of the cabin and the bedframe makes him feel like he’s stepped into another world. The low lamplight drafts shadows that make him think of home.
Robby appears behind him, his presence both seen and felt at the same time. He stands about five inches taller than Dennis, head in perfect view behind and above him. His lips lean forward to kiss his crown as his hands settle against his waist. All he can think of is Yes, this is my home.
“What do you think?” Robby asks, voice low against his curls and fingers steady and clutching at his jacket.
Dennis thinks he wants to freeze this moment forever, have always in his mind’s eye this snapshot of the two of them standing together in their winter coats with the feeling of home echoing around them like a drum. He thinks he always wants to be this close.
He reaches back, leaning once again against Robby’s chest and grabs his hands in a solid caress.
“I think you should take my jacket off.” Dennis whispers, eyes drifting down to watch the edge of Robby’s mouth twist into a smirk against his hair.
“I can do that.” Robby croons, tone teasing against his curls.
His hands move up his flanks and Dennis drops his own hands back down to his sides. He closes his eyes when he feels rough, thick fingers slip underneath his collar and pull back his jacket from his shoulders.
Dennis opens them back up at the sound of his coat hitting the floor, watching his chest rise and fall in quick jumps under his sweater that he didn’t even notice was happening.
Warm breath drifts over his neck and his eyes snap up from his chest at the feeling. Robby kisses behind his ear before silently shrugging off his own coat. His gaze is locked, heated on Dennis and he feels more naked then than he ever has in his life.
Large hands circle back around his waist, Robby’s fingers spanning the length of his stomach before resting on the hem of his sweater.
Dennis feels drunk at his touch, his freckled fingers curl and twist in the black fabric at the front of his hips. Cold fingertips slip beneath and against his navel, making him shiver as they dance alongside the smooth bare skin of his happy trail.
“What about this?” Robby says, hot and low into his ear.
He nods, silently, and with shaky hands of his own squeezes Robby’s wrists.
The touch seems to shake something in Robby, his head immediately caving into the slope of his shoulder again. His arms tighten around Dennis’ sides and his mouth falls open to kiss at the dip of his shoulder, the curve of his neck. His hands drift up, bunching the sweater under his ribs before pushing it up over Dennis’ head.
The fabric falls from his fingertips and instantly, Robby’s hands are back roaming over the newly exposed skin. Over his shoulders, down his biceps, across his chest. They encircle his stomach again and he leans back even heavier against Robby, closing his eyes and reveling in the attention.
His beard joins his hands and Dennis’ skin feels like fire itself. The scratch and wetness of his mouth against his throat, the softness of his own sweater against his back, the roughness of his palms against his ribs. The outline of him hard and hot against his hip through their jeans. Dennis feels fully incased, fully surrounded, fully taken over by the desire he shares with the man holding him. Poured into and filled in a way that he didn’t think was possible, didn’t think would feel this holy, this divine.
Robby’s kisses drift up behind his ear, along the back of his hairline. His nose is buried deep into the curls of his nape and Dennis lets out a soft moan at the shot of arousal it sends between his legs.
He feels a sudden gust of cold air against his back and Robby’s hands slowly recede from his skin. Although his head stays bowed and his lips never disconnect from Dennis’ neck, his hands disappear and move to take off his own sweater.
The thought cuts through the desire clouding his brain. The need to touch and disappear into Robby’s skin the same way he’s been trying to do to him since they stepped foot into this cabin. He turns around swiftly, fingers reaching out to halt Robby’s hands at his waist.
“No.” Dennis says, out of breath and with a hint of begging that has Robby’s eyes darkening. “Let me.”
Robby’s mouth parts, his lips red and panting before he nods. His gaze is hungry and heavy on Dennis as he slips his own hands under, up and through the sweater and t-shirt covering Robby’s chest.
The moment his hands meet the curve of his belly, the scattering of dark hair on his chest, the warmth radiating from him, his movements quicken and he hurriedly pulls both over the top of Robby’s head.
Dennis’ mouth waters at the sight in front of him. Robby’s wide shoulders tampering off down into the thick of his pecs and stomach. His Star of David settles low in the valley of his sternum and the way it catches the lamplight should not make him as wet as it does.
His eyes flicker up to catch Robby’s already on him. The lift of his lips curling under his beard in amusement, in pride, in desire.
He leans forward, stretching his neck up to kiss that smile and Robby’s hands come up to curl around his jaw to deepen the contact, to prolong what he intended to be just a peck. The next kiss that follows is slower and slicker than the last and the grins that creep up on their faces during it only add to the tension and heat between them.
Dennis pulls back with a chuckle after a minute, bracing himself against Robby’s chest to bend down and toe off his boots. Robby follows his lead, kicking his off his heels all while balancing him in his arms with a steady hand on his back that has him shaking.
It all makes Dennis feel giddy again, like it’s their first time. Like he’s never been alone with Robby before. Like he has no idea the course over which this afternoon will take. Like he has no idea the feeling of this man’s hands or cock inside him.
He straightens up, dizzy and aching and has the opportunity to see the same shift in Robby’s gaze before the other man is turning him around roughly and crowding in behind him to face the mirror again.
Bare skin against bare skin, Robby's wrapping his arms back around him and tucking his face back against his neck before he can blink.
Fevered kisses land on his cheek, his jaw and cascade back down his throat and Dennis grips Robby’s forearms in a tight grip as his palms slide back down to settle on his stomach. He feels Robby’s belly and cock hot and hard against his back and hip again and he moans once more as he watches his own face go slack with pleasure.
“God, baby, you make me feel crazy.” Robby mutters against his throat, fingers roaming over the pale skin of his navel with urgency.
Dennis’ hands rub up and down over the length of Robby’s forearms, petting the dark hair and digging his nails into the lean muscle. He plans to leave red half moons in his wake.
“Yeah?” Dennis asks, breathless as his palms slide down to cover Robby’s and move them to settle on the edge of his jeans. “How?”
Immediately, Robby’s right hand is sliding beneath his pants and the band of his boxer briefs, stroking the hair that trails down to his cock. He pushes up against Robby’s touch, the warmth of his fingertips circling his dick and the heat from his palm leaving him dripping and aching for those fingers to venture further.
As if he’s being read like a book, Robby’s fingers slip further down until they’re teasing his hole and Dennis lets out a sigh that has him arching back up against Robby instantly. Robby’s forefinger and middle finger gather the wetness that’s building up between his folds and bring it back up to smooth around his cock.
Dennis watches the outline of his knuckles, entranced as if he can see through the layer of denim that hides Robby’s actions.
The lips that have been working and sucking a large bruise into his neck grin before scraping a sharp bite against his skin. The prickle of pain has Dennis’ head reeling back up to meet Robby’s eyes through the mirror.
“You know how.” Robby whispers, eyes on him as hot as his touch, as hot as his breath across his skin, as hot as his cock against his hip.
He keeps his gaze locked on Dennis as he shifts his other hand down to ghost over the button of his jeans. He flicks it open and pulls down the zipper all the while his fingers continue stroking his cock back and forth underneath.
Robby’s hand slips into his jeans, thumbing over the band of his briefs before caressing over his hipbone and although Dennis’ hands are covering his wrists, he feels like he’s the one being guided.
Dennis grinds back against him, delirious and shaking from the pleasure building under his hands. The man behind him tuts into his neck, lips smirking even though Dennis can feel that he’s as affected by his motions as he is.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Robby says, pulling his fingers out from around his cock to steady both hands on his waist.
His hips still under the touch and Dennis feels the ache left behind between his legs pulse. His eyes flicker to his own gaze and he almost doesn’t recognize the man staring back. Large black pupils, cheeks flushed down past his neck and his naked chest rising with quick shallow breaths. Robby stands over him, eyes just as drunk.
And his smile is deadly.
He gets no warning before Robby pulls back and, with his hands curving along the sides of his hips, drops down on one knee to kneel behind Dennis. Robby’s hands drift around to palm at his lower back and his butt as his breath ghosts over his spine. The kisses that trail down his back have him gasping and leaning forward to brace a hand on the side of the mirror.
Robby’s forefingers and thumbs slip back into his jeans and pull, smoothing the fabric down his thighs to pool at his ankles.
Dennis watches, mystified as those fingers slowly drag back up over his bare knees and thighs to hook into the band of his briefs to cascade them down over his hips as well.
The shock of the cool room air to his dick and the wetness that’s gathered around it is just as intense as Robby’s mouth biting kisses down his skin. Warm breath and a coarse beard bruising marks along his lower back and upper thighs and all the space in between leave him bracing even more of his weight against the mirror. His right arm flexes under the tension.
“Robby.” He gasps out, breathless and rough. Dennis unclenches his hand from the fist it had formed at his side to reach back and grab whatever part of him he could reach. His fingertips graze the top of Robby’s shoulder and he struggles to get a grip on it, palm sweaty and trembling. “Please.”
His hand slips down his bicep, feeling the muscle there and squeezing it earnestly. His fingers settle on Robby’s elbow and he feels Robby grin against his tailbone at the touch. His hands squeeze Dennis’ hips in response before his kisses trail back up his back and he lets Dennis drag him closer and drap himself back over him once more.
They collide when Robby’s chest meets his back and Dennis shifs his weight off his arm and back against Robby again, letting himself be caught and be held. He curls both of his hands around Robby’s, bringing his arms around his waist once more to settle their palms on his stomach. Robby nuzzles into his ear with a soft kiss.
“What do you need?” He whispers knowingly as he squeezes his arms around him. Robby takes the weight Dennis gives him with a reverent strength, every time, and it sends a beautiful thrill through his belly.
Dennis looks at the reflection of them, the way their bodies and arms are so intertwined that if it wasn’t for Robby’s dark arm hair he wouldn’t be able to tell where he started and where Robby ended. His eyes glance down to his own dick, glistening in the lamplight and he guides Robby’s fingers over it to the dripping wetness of his cunt.
“You.” He says, voice barely a gasped whisper as two of Robby’s fingers enter him without prompting. Finally. “Just you.”
Robby lets out a similar exhale against his jaw, kissing his stubbled skin while he sinks his fingers in deeper. Dennis closes his eyes as they start to curl inside him. He rocks his hips back and forth slightly, chasing both the touch and the friction of the jean clad cock against his tailbone.
“Beautiful.” Robby whispers, and Dennis turns his head in toward him in affection. Lost in the sounds of his own moans and the way his body opens up and swallows Robby’s touch with loud abandon, he keeps his eyes closed in bliss. “I know. All you needed was something to fill you up.”
Dennis nods shakily, and grips Robby’s wrists tighter. Their left hands are settled on his hip again and Robby shifts to intertwine their fingers.
“Only you.” He whispers against Robby’s cheek with a flush that feels like fire on his face.
Before he can even think about opening his eyes, Robby lets out a soft groan. The rumble is felt against his back and Robby’s touch sinks in deeper, moving quicker before adding his ring finger into the mix. Dennis’ mouth opens in a gasp and Robby’s lips immediately find his, his tongue slipping past his teeth almost instantly.
He moans into Robby’s mouth, tilting his head up to kiss him back with passion. Squeezing his fingers both on his hip and in his cunt, Dennis feels surrounded once more. Every opening, every crevice is being filled with Robby. He’s crawling inside of him, making him his own, making him a home. Ruining him.
The pleasure builds up somehow so suddenly and yet not at all that he breaks the kiss with a gasp, fingernails digging into the skin at Robby’s wrist in warning.
“Wait.” He mumbles into the air between them, fighting with himself over whether or not he wants to come like this. Or whether or not he’s too overstimulated right now.
Robby reads his mind, his needs once more and kisses the corner of his mouth. His fingers curl just right and Dennis feels like he’s being split open already, like his decision has been made.
“You can take it.” Robby whispers, breath hot and tone as delirious as Dennis feels. “Look at how well you take it, baby.”
“Robby.” He gasps, voice coming out broken and rough. The name comes out sounding sacred, sounding forbidden and Dennis feels like he’s about to fall over the edge of a cliff.
He blinks open his eyes.
The sight that greets him sends a breathless shock through his chest. From his teary eyes to his flushed chest and belly, to the way his cunt swallows Robby’s thick fingers, to the way he’s dripping down the back of his hand. His briefs and pants still being curled around his feet just add to the taboo feeling in his belly and when he glances up to meet Robby’s eyes, the other man is panting hot and heavy against his neck.
“Yeah, that’s right, look at you.” He says reverently, moving wet open mouthed kisses down the raw skin of his neck all the while his big brown eyes stare lightening bolts into his own. “It’s okay, you can do it. I know you can do it.”
The permission, the decisiveness, the certainty, the want in his voice sends that tall tale sign of pleasure at the base of his cock and Dennis moans, rocking into his hands and dragging what he knows are red half moon marks down his forearm.
“I want you to do it, baby.” Robby’s whispers, out of breath and with a grip so tight on his hip that Dennis can’t wait to look into this mirror tomorrow and see the bruises. The thumb on his right hand slips up to touch his dick and the sight of all of his fingertips dipping into his curls has Dennis reeling. “I want you to come right now on my fingers and then again later on my cock.”
That’s all it takes for Dennis to let go, to arch his back with an open mouth and close his eyes once more as he pulses around Robby’s fingers. His legs turn to jelly in the aftermath and Robby’s kisses down his neck turn frantic as his fingers slow in their movements, still curled inside him and stroking him through it.
Panting, Dennis opens his eyes back up to catch a glimpse of Robby’s half lidded gaze tucked into his shoulder before he turns his head back in toward him and bumps their noses together. He sees the smile tilt under his beard before he releases Robby’s wrist to pull him into a kiss.
His right hand fits over his bearded jaw like it was made for it. Fingertips caressing through the hair as they kiss, Dennis thumbs at the corner of his lips to widen that smile, to widen the kiss and slip his tongue back into Robby’s mouth.
Robby’s fingers slowly move out of him, smoothing over his hipbones and up and around his waist and they move together like they share one brain. The same way they share one breath, and one heart.
Dennis turns around in his arms, fully facing him once more and when he pulls back after another long kiss the sight that meets his eyes is even better than the one before.
Arms wrapped tight around his back, Robby grins down at him, flushed and proud. His mouth is as red as Dennis’ neck, his throat glistens with sweat, his fingers feel sticky on his skin. His eyes drop down to his Star of David once more and he lets his fingers drop down from his neck to thumb at it.
The touch erupts a small laugh out of Robby and he grips his waist tight as Dennis returns the grin. He moves to step out of his briefs and jeans as Robby pulls him close, turning them around toward the bed once the fabric is discarded.
He guides Dennis up onto the bed, hands steady on his waist before slipping off to let him settle back against the pile of pillows.
Robby’s palms slide down his skin, down the curve of his knees and shins as Dennis relaxes back into the coolness of the comforter. He brings his arms up over his head as Robby’s fingers fumble in the band of his socks.
Smirking down at him, Robby runs his heated eyes over his body taking him in. Dennis preens a little at the focus, something proud blooming in his chest as he lays spread out in front of him. As his warm fingers flick his socks off, Dennis plants his heels on the bed a little, letting his knees fall open.
Dennis watches as Robby’s smirk transforms into a look of awe. He shakes his head a little, comically and endearingly, the way he does before every time he says something so achingly sweet that it makes Dennis' breath catch. This time doesn’t disappoint.
“How’d I get so lucky?” Robby mutters, almost to himself as his hands move to unzip his own jeans and pull them down with his boxers. He stands there at the end of the bed naked, toeing off his own socks and leaving them all together on the floor with his own.
His stare travels over Dennis’ body for such a long moment that it has his fingers twisting into the pillows beneath his head in anticipation. His body coming alive again with the promises to come.
Robby kneels a knee at the foot of the bed, crawling up to him as his eyes trail up past his cock and cunt and up into his eyes. He smiles, settling back on his knees when he arrives at his hips.
“Gorgeous.” Robby says, voice a whisper that Dennis can barely hear. His hands reach out and skim the tops of his knees, his thighs and up over his hipbones to his belly and back down. But his eyes don’t waver from Dennis’. “Gorgeous.”
He hooks an arm underneath Dennis’ leg, elbow settled under the curve of his knee and Dennis curls his foot around his hip, pulling him closer. Robby’s right hand moves back up to settle on his stomach, his fingers sweeping across the skin under his naval.
Robby stares at him silently, eyes dropping down to watch his fingers caressing his belly and the top of his thigh where his hand has settled in his hold. Dennis can feel the heat of his cock, can see it hard and leaking only inches away from his hip and cunt just begging to be touched, to be invited in.
“Robby.” He says, tone breathless and lust buzzing his skin once more. Reaching out a hand, he scraps his nails down the front of Robby’s stomach and across the side of his hip. “Come on.”
Nodding with that awe struck look in his eyes once more, Robby’s hand slides down off his belly to take his own cock in hand and nudge it up against Dennis’ own once, twice before sliding the tip right into the wet heat of his cunt.
They both moan at the connection, Dennis’ hand tightening around Robby’s hip once more before he stretches his arm back up over his head, clenching his fingers together. His eyes stay lowered and they both watch as Robby pulls back out before slowly thrusting all the way in again.
Dennis gasps at the fullness, breathless at the feel of him stretching him inside and the hot, rough feeling of his public hair dragging against his dick as his thrusts quicken and deepen in a steady, glorious pace.
Robby shuffles forward a little, laying his hand out over his belly like he can feel or see himself inside of him. The thought spurs Dennis on, makes him feel like he’s high on a drug he’s never used before. He rolls his hips up to meet Robby’s thrusts, feeling the sweat gather on the backs of his thighs.
“God.” He moans after one particularly deep thrust. He swears he feels Robby in his lungs, filling his organs like the air he breathes. Like the oxygen needed to survive. He doesn’t ever want Robby anywhere else but here, inside him. “You feel so good.”
Robby’s pace quickens for a second, before Dennis feels him pull back, slowing the circle of his hips. The hot drag inside of him is intoxicating, maddening.
“Yeah?” He says, breathless as he squeezes Dennis’ thigh. His fingernails gently curl into his bellybutton, bunching the skin into his palm in a way that has him gasping on it’s own. “Tell me.”
“You feel so good.” Dennis repeats, out of breath and scrambling a hand down to grip Robby’s. His fingers curl over his knuckles and Robby’s flex under his, trembling. “So good I can’t even remember what it felt like before you.”
Robby moans, mouth falling open in a gentle gasp and his eyes flicker up from where they’ve been fixated on watching his cock dissappear inside Dennis to meet his gaze. Sweat gathers at his temples and down his chest, hair sticking up in the front and the grey in his goatee standing out so beautifully in the lamplight that he doesn’t find it hard at all to obey the request. To gather the praise that so easily falls from his lips.
“I need you all the time.” Dennis murmurs, quietly like a prayer. He bears down on the next roll of his hips and almost sees stars. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Robby squeezes his hand and his eyes fly open, not having realized he shut them at all. “Doesn’t feel right unless you’re inside me. Filling me up.”
“God, fuck.” Robby chokes out, voice deep and almost unrecognizable. His eyes slip shut a moment as his pace quickens, rocking so hard that Dennis just wants to lay there and take it. Have Robby take control and use him however he wants. “Keep going.”
His hand slips down Dennis’ stomach, over his pelvic bone and down to ghost over his dick. Dennis scrambles at the sheets beside him, twisting his fingers in them as Robby starts to stroke him in tune with his thrusts. The length of his hand spans from his dick to his belly and the heat radiating from him has Dennis’ head spinning.
“You’re so deep.” He says, astonished at the way Robby somehow seems to go even deeper at those words. Dennis watches the dimples in Robby’s cheeks shift, the crow’s feet around his eyes quiver. All the while Robby looks at his cunt, captive, at the way he swallows him down. “Please. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Robby’s movements on his dick grow erratic and Dennis digs his heel into his lower back pulling him even closer. His eyes snap up to look at him, brown eyes blown so wide with lust that he can’t even see them.
“Dennis.” He whispers, sounding like he’s just got punched in the chest. Like he’s crawled inside his lungs too, like he’s become oxygen.
“Please, Robby.” Dennis breathes out, looking down at the way his cock is disappearing inside of him, wet and slick and so loud and heavenly in this bed. They were made for this. “Please fill me up.”
“Yes, fuck, yes.” Robby mumbles, nodding and squeezing his leg so tight that it tingles. His pace quickens inside Dennis and he feels that cliff coming into view once more, suddenly and all at once. “I got you, baby, I got you.”
Dennis comes again, back arching off the pillows with his fingers tangled in pillows and sheets. Robby follows right behind, coming hot and wet inside him and he clenches down around him, fluttering and twitching as he gasps for air.
Robby leans over him, quickly supplying that oxygen in the form of his lips. He kisses him dirty and deep, bracing the hand that was just on his dick on the bed by his head. He shifts his body down over him just the way he knows he likes and Dennis sighs into his mouth, reveling in the feeling of his belly against his, of his necklace brushing his chest.
Dennis wraps his arms around his shoulders, caressing his upper back and scratching his fingers through the short hair at his nape. Robby breaks the kiss to kiss down his chin and his throat, rubbing his already sensitive skin even redder with his beard. Dennis’ hands fall down to caress his biceps when he pulls back, sitting up once more.
Robby’s hands smooth down his chest and over his stomach as he goes, a wild look still in his eye even as his breathing calms down. Dennis winces a little when he pulls out and when Robby moves to get up, he quickly pulls him back down beside him into his arms.
He huffs out a quiet laugh as Dennis smoothly maneuvers him to lay down at his side and collapses right into his chest.
Robby quickly wraps him up in his arms, squeezing his waist as his fingers dance along his ribs. Dennis exhales a deep breath against his pec, his fingers gripping his flank tightly, trying to replace the now empty feeling between his legs with any part of the man he can reach.
He feels a kiss pressed to his forehead and it’s like his strings are being cut, every muscle in his body relaxing even further. He curls a leg around Robby’s knee and closes his eyes contentedly.
“Need to get up, baby.” Robby whispers into his hair after a minute. His fingers stroke mindless patterns up on his shoulder. “Clean us up.”
Dennis shakes his head slightly against Robby’s collarbone, blinking his eyes open to see their bodies intertwined and the mirror image of them on the wall. He flexes his toes and watches the movement in the glass.
“In a minute.” He says, reaching over behind him blindly to gather a blanket that was thrown over the side of the bed. Dennis pulls it over them, curling his fingers back into Robby’s chest. “Just want to lay with you right here for a while.”
He feels Robby grin against his forehead, both of them knowing full well that they’re about to fall asleep and not get up until their stomachs wake them for dinner.
“Okay.” Robby murmurs against his curls, moving his right hand under the blanket to rub at Dennis’ arm.
The touch, the warmth of him quickly makes Dennis eyes grow drowsy. He’s just about to fall asleep, thinking of what he’ll find later in the kitchen downstairs to make them for dinner when Robby whispers against the top of his head again.
“Hey.” Robby says, voice low and soft and full of sleepy affection. Dennis hums to let him know he’s listening. “Thanks for being my valentine.”
Dennis smiles, not even opening his eyes as he tilts his head up to nuzzle against his throat.
“Thanks for being mine.”