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Sometimes, Robby truly forgot how quickly gossip spread around the hospital. He forgot that something could be said at nine, and the whole hospital would know about it way before noon. The juicier the gossip, the quicker it seemed to spread.
And, by the look on Dennis’s face as he stood in the ambulance bay, arms crossed over the front of his pink scrubs, the news had reached Peds before Robby could even think about what he had done. He had snapped at someone again, raised his voice and yelled when he hadn’t needed to, right in the face of a young med student just trying to do his job and learn. He thought that it wouldn’t reach Dennis. He hoped that it wouldn’t, actually, that the usual gossips would find the interaction not interesting enough, that sleeping dogs would be allowed to lie.
But, he should’ve known. It was a hospital, everyone was somehow so bored of all the drama and desperate for a break from the intensity, that they had nothing better to do than talk.
And that talk…had reached Dennis.
All the way in paediatrics.
Robby tried a smile as he walked up to the younger man, but he could tell by the look on Dennis’s face that he would not be getting a smile in return. Dennis’s brow was pinched together, his lips pressed into a flat line as he looked Robby up and down in a way that made the older man squirm and shiver. The golden chain of the necklace under Dennis’s scrubs caught on the low sunlight, and Robby’s stomach did a little flip, switching between excited and terrified.
“In the car.” Dennis clicked his fingers, already turning and moving towards their unlocked car. He climbed into the drivers side, keys in the ignition as soon as Robby pulled the side door open. He didn’t speak as he buckled up his seatbelt and began pulling out of the employee parking lot. Robby went to turn on the radio, and Dennis swatted his hand away harshly. “No. Silence. Eyes forward, Michael.”
The older man swallowed thickly, shifting slightly in his seat. The warm plastic of his cage brushed against the fabric of his underwear, reminding Robby yet again exactly who was in charge. It was a Friday, and Robby was very excited to get his cage off after a whole week of being locked and trying to be the best that he could for Dennis. Robby was so excited to get his cock free, that he didn’t even stop to consider that Dennis would still allow that to happen. Being unlocked depended on his behaviour, but he hadn’t been that bad…had he?
As they neared their home, the sense of dread had settled itself in his stomach and had begun to grow. It weighed heavy in his gut, hands sweaty, having to rub them against his trousers a little. He shifted in his seat, and opened his mouth to say something as they stopped at a red light.
Dennis simply clicked his tongue, and Robby’s mouth snapped shut once again.
He dared to peer over at the younger man, the expression glued to Dennis’s face sending a jolt of white hot fear down his spine. The car soon came to a stop in their driveway, and Dennis got out of the car without a word, grabbing his bag and heading inside of their home. He removed his shoes, hung up his jacket and bag, before making his way into the kitchen to get himself a glass of wine. Like a kicker puppy, Robby followed behind Dennis at a safe distance, removing his shoes and jacket by the door, following him into the kitchen.
The glass of wine in Dennis’s hand tempted Robby, a celebration for the end of the long week. “Can…Could I have a glass, please?” Robby spoke up, wringing his hands slightly as he watched Dennis’s throat bob around a swallow. It was oddly rousing, Dennis’s delicate throat moving prettily. Robby wanted to kiss it, wanted to drag his tongue along it. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask for that, treading lightly.
Dennis took another sip of his drink, soft tongue dragging along his bottom lip to catch another drop. “Is that something you think that you deserve, Michael? Do you deserve a treat after today?” He asked gently, tilting his head to the side in an almost condescending motion. Dennis’s voice was gentle, but Robby knew that the younger man wasn’t being kind at all, that the sweetness was a facade, a game that Robby loved to play.
He rocked on his heels slightly, chewing on his bottom lip. “I…” He sighed, brows pinching together. “I didn’t do anything, Den. Please.”
The look on the younger man’s face changed, a frown taking over his lips, disappointment flashing in his eyes. He might’ve been smaller than Robby, but Dennis was still somehow looking down his nose at the older man, brows raised, wrist rolling slowly to swish the wine around in his glass. Oh, if looks could kill.
“How disappointing, Michael.” Dennis sighed, leaning against the counter. “I gave you your chance to tell the truth, and you chose to lie to me. One last chance.” Robby looked away and shook his head, unable to verbalise his lie, but unwilling to confess that he had once again been a bad boy. Dennis simply sighed in response, taking another long sip from his glass. “Upstairs. Clothes off, sit on the edge of the bed and wait.”
Robby didn’t dare wait to find out what would happen if he didn’t move, scrambling up the stairs like some spooked cartoon character. He began shedding his clothes as he went, tossing everything into the laundry basket, aware that any dropped clothing on the floor would earn him another telling off. Naked, Robby made his way over to the bed, hand cupping his caged cock. He gave himself a little squeeze, fingers pressing into the available spots of flesh with a small whine. He’d been locked away all week, and he was desperately looking forward to being unlocked with the chance to bury himself in his Mommy. Robby took a seat, turning on the bedside lamp.
He chewed his bottom lip, anxiously awaiting the sound of Dennis ascending the staircase.
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Dennis’s footsteps were silent as he made his way upstairs, glass of wine finished. He made his way into the bedroom, finding Robby right where he had asked him to wait.
“At least you can still listen.” Dennis sighed, coming to stand in front of the man again. He crossed his arms, assessing Robby in that slow, pinned in place way that made the older man tremble. “Now, are you going to tell the truth, Michael?”
Robby swallowed, hands in his lap, fighting off the urge to palm at his caged cock. “I’m…I’m sorry, Mommy.” He mumbled.
Another click of his tongue, and Robby’s head was snapping up to look at Dennis. “Not what I asked. Tell me the truth, now. Tell me what I had to hear from Danika.”
Danika. Dennis’s friend in peds. Danika, who was almost a bigger gossip than Princess. “I got snappy with a student.” He muttered, voice quiet as his eyes slowly moved down, unable to look at Dennis as he spoke. He could feel his cock twitching, leaking through the restraint of his cage.
“Tsk, eyes on me when you’re talking.” Dennis clicked his fingers sharply, entirely unimpressed with the behaviour his boy was displaying. Robby was acting like an untrained rugrat, and Dennis was not having it. Robby tilted his head up instantly, the sound of Dennis clicking triggering the quick movement. He gazed at the younger man in awe, admiring the way the man’s curls fell into his alcohol-flushed face. They had gotten longer recently, and Dennis was making no plan to cut them anytime soon. Robby had to be honest, he enjoyed the way they made the younger man look - softer, rounder in the face…pretty. God, he looked even prettier in his pink scrubs with his polka dot undershirt, the necklace now dangling freely, visible for Robby. Taunting him. The key of the cage.
Eyes on Dennis, Robby relented. “I snapped at a student…yelled at the kid in front of everyone. I shouldn’t…” he shook his head, shifting slightly on the bed, biting back a whine. “I shouldn’t have done it…I should’ve apologised.”
As he talked, he hoped that the younger man’s expression would relax and soften, but it didn’t let up. “How disappointing. Do you think he deserved that, hm? Do you think he deserved to be embarrassed in front of his peers?” Dennis questioned, arms still crossed over his chest, frowning deeply. Robby shook his head, wordlessly responding. “No? Do you think you upset him? Ruined his day, just like you’ve ruined my night?”
“I-I’m sorry!” Robby stuttered. “I’m sorry…I-I was stressed and-“
“Excuses!” Dennis snapped, cutting the older man off. He sighed, the sound heavy and irritated. “So full of excuses and apologies now that Mommy is telling you off.”
The older man whined, feet rubbing together a little, thighs pressing together. “I-I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make it up to you, Mommy. Take…Take my cage off, please? I can make it up to you with my cock…please.”
The younger man’s responding laugh might’ve been soft, but it filled the whole room and made Robby’s ears ring. The older man shifted, opening his mouth to backtrack, only to be cut off swiftly. “Do you think that’s honestly what you deserve? Go on, tell me…Do you seriously think little brats deserve to fuck Mommy’s cunt?” he raised his brows, foot tapping impatiently against the floor.
“N-No…” Robby whined, shaking his head. Pain suddenly jolted through him as his hair was harshly tugged, head yanked back until he was properly meeting Dennis’s gaze once again. He panted slightly, the pain going right to his cock. God, he could feel himself leaking already, caged cock pleading to be free. To be useful.
“That’s what I thought. At least you aren’t completely stupid, Michael.” Dennis didn’t need to swear or yell, his even tone and condescending expressions were fear inducing on their own, the tiny little smile twitching at Dennis’s lips sending sparks of fear through Robby. He had never met a dom that punished him quite like Dennis did. That truly made the punishments feel like punishments. That didn’t automatically resort to violence or screaming. Sure, Robby had received plenty of bruises from spanking or from being made to kneel on various surfaces, but Dennis was never violent with him. Unless Robby explicitly asked, and even then Dennis didn’t go into it willy-nilly. All that to say, Dennis was a wonderful dom…and Robby had upset him, and he knew that this punishment was going to be more than a few spanks.
Hand leaving Robby’s short hair, Dennis moved around the room. He didn’t move to undress like Robby had hoped, instead opening up the trunk at the end of the bed, making a big show of looking through it and deciding what he would be using that evening. He drew it out, picking things up and placing them back, just to make Robby’s heart race and head spin. Finally, Dennis seemed pleased with his own selection. The sight of the black dildo had Robby whining, shaking his head slightly when his eyes trailed down to see the straps and buckles.
“Mommy…” Robby whimpered, his eyes huge as he watched his lovely dom return to his previous position, mask in hand.
“Are you really going to continue arguing with me, Darling Boy?” Dennis asked, tilting the man’s chin up with two slender fingers. “Mommy’s had a very long day, you understand? All I wanted to do was come home and get fucked…but you ruined those plans with your abhorrent behaviour, and now I have to deal with you, like you’re some snot-nosed kid. So, shut your mouth and accept what I am giving you.”
When Robby only nodded, Dennis let out a pleased noise. He pulled the man's mouth open and got the mask situated, the gag pushed into Robby’s mouth, the buckles tightened at the back of his head until the mask sat snugly over his face, obstructing his features, turning him truly into nothing more than a sex toy for Dennis. Amused, Dennis let out a little laugh, grabbing the digital camera he kept on the nightstand to snap a picture of the older man, guilt and arousal clear in Robby’s dark eyes. There were hundreds of pictures of Robby in all sorts of disgustingly humiliating predicaments, tucked safely away on Dennis’s camera, this one was a wonderful addition to Dennis’s ever growing collection.
He set the camera back down for now, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his scrubs, pushing them down along with his underwear. “On your back.” He ordered, snapping his fingers at the man, pleased when Robby snapped into action, shifting on the bed until he was comfortably on his back. He wanted to protest, but the gag in his mouth prevented him from speaking. Fuck, he could hardly even breathe, but he was exactly where he wanted to be, and right where he knew he deserved to be.
Dennis climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle Robby’s face, grabbing a bottle of lube on his way. He was too eager to get fucked that he didn’t want to spend the time opening himself up, simply pouring lube onto the silicone cock, spreading it with a few slow strokes. He truly had had a long, busy day, and Robby’s tantrum had only made things worse. He’d hoped the man would’ve behaved, but it’s always harder to teach old dogs new tricks - or even just how to behave, it seemed. “Just stay still,” Dennis breathed, lining the toy up with his hole, groaning as he began sinking down. The stretch was intense and burned pleasantly, eased by all the lube and the natural slick between Dennis’s legs. His own cock twitched, but he ignored it for now, focusing on getting fully seated on the thick cock he intended to bully his own hole with.
“Mmhm, fills me so much better than you do,” Dennis lied, very convincingly. He rolled his hips slowly, clit grinding against the leather of the mask. The dildo wasn’t quite as thick as Robby, an inch or two shorter, but it would do for now. Once he had adjusted to the stretch, Dennis tangled his fingers in Robby’s hair and slowly began bouncing up and down, his head tilted back as he began letting out soft sighs and pretty moans. He kept his tops on, not at all convinced that Robby deserved to see him naked that evening, the man barely deserved to see his cunt. “K-Keep those eyes open, Michael…watch Mommy’s cunt get fucked…fucked by a nice big cock. Can’t even get hard right now, can you? Couldn’t even fuck Mommy if I let you.”
Underneath him, Robby whined loudly, his hands balling in the sheets underneath him. He wanted to speak. Wanted to protest and whine. He wanted the stupid cage on his cock to be removed so he could fuck his Mommy! But he couldn’t. He could fight back, easily overpower the younger man…but he wouldn’t. He would never do that, ever, afraid of the kind of punishment that would follow. No, he would be good. He had to be good. Robby kept his eyes open, watching Dennis’s pretty cunt move up and down on the cock, thick cream already starting to gather around the base. Dennis’s cunt looked so pretty, his pubic hair trimmed, bikini line waxed, cock thick and hard as it grinded against the black leather. It was a sight Robby would never tire of seeing.
With a long moan, Dennis began moving faster, bouncing up and down quickly, fucking himself hard and deep. “You’re such a bad boy,” Dennis spoke again, voice breathy and full of pleasure, but his disappointment was still clear. It stung. It made Robby’s stomach flip. “Mommy works so hard to make sure you’re good…to make sure that you’re happy and that nasty a-attitude of yours is kept at bay. But you just can’t help yourself, can you? Always have to have the last word…”
Robby groaned, eyes watering. He swallowed the drool that had begun pooling in his mouth, teeth sinking into the gag. He wanted to speak so badly. Wanted to beg. Wanted to insist that he was a good boy. He was, he was. His hands moved to Dennis’s waist, fingers pressing into plush flesh. “I didn’t say you could touch!” Dennis swatted the man’s forehead, huffing when Robby instantly dropped his hands back to his sides. “Can’t even behave whilst I’m punishing you…Such a pathetic little bitch, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Yes. Yes, he was. He nodded quickly, the best that he could with his head in a mask, with Dennis bouncing his pretty cunt on his face. Dennis peered down at his lover, a wicked grin on his gorgeous, flushed face. “That’s what Mommy likes to hear, baby.” He whispered, pinching his own cock between two fingers, stroking as he continued bouncing up and down, working himself steadily towards the edge. His eyes fluttered closed, indulging in the feeling of the plastic cock brushing up against all the best spots inside of him, fucking him without any complaints. Louder moans fell from his lips, orgasm creeping up on him, heat collecting in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to come more than once that night, figuring he deserved it for putting up with so much of Robby’s shit.
He shifted slightly until his feet were planted on the bed, one hand gripping at the wooden headboard to keep himself steady as he squatted over Robby’s face. The cock slipped deeper inside of him, pulling a lew moan from his bitten lips. “Fuckkkk~ That’s it, fucking me so good…so much better than my bratty, naughty boy.” He teased, voice mockingly sweet. Dennis’s mouth stayed open, moans and whimpers tumbling out as he focused purely on fucking his hole and stroking at his cock, working himself closer and closer to the fuzzy warmth of an orgasm.
“Mmhm!” Robby moaned, eyes glued to the scene unfolding above him. He watched Dennis’s hole flutter and his cock twitch, excitement rushing through him, aware of just how close Dennis was to his orgasm. A small part of him was hopeful that this would be it, Dennis would come once and Robby would be free of both the mask and his cage. The less naive part of him knew that wouldn’t be happening, at last not yet. His eyes squeezed closed right as Dennis’s first orgasm washed over him, splashing Robby’s face with hot squirt, making him whine and whimper sadly. He wished it had been going into his mouth, and not wasted on a fake cock.
Slowly, Dennis pulled himself off of the messy toy, his hole fluttering and gaping around nothing as cream drooled from his puffy hole. He rubbed his fingers through the mess, making a show of sucking them clean with a soft moan. After giving himself a moment to recover, Dennis moved off of the man and came to sit at the edge of the bed, snapping his fingers once more, “On the floor. On your knees.”
Without missing a beat, Robby was on the floor, on his knees even if it ached slightly. Dennis spread his legs once more, propping his feet up on the bed with a sigh. “Fuck Mommy’s hole…make me come again and…maybe if you do a good job, I’ll let you come, too.” The older man swallowed, pupils blown as he looked up at his Mommy adoringly. He knew that whatever orgasm Dennis allowed him to have wouldn’t be from a blow job or a hand job, that was far too nice. Did he even want to come? He was more than happy to just make Dennis come. “C’mon, don't leave me waiting, Darling.”
Another little whine slipped from his lips, muffled by the mask. Robby leant forward, keeping his eyes on Dennis as the younger man leant back on his elbows, letting out a teasingly whorish moan as Robby pushed the dildo back into his sloppy hole. He whined, the smell of Dennis’s slick cunt making him dizzy, mouth drooling behind the mask, the phantom taste of his cunt invading his mouth. It was torture, Robby wanted nothing more than to drag his tongue through the mess, to paw off the mask like a bad dog breaking free from its muzzle. He could, if he really wanted to. But, he knew his place very well. Knew what would happen if he did, and he wasn’t sure he could handle another scornful look of disappointment from Mommy. Dennis’s hand tangled itself back in Robby’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently, making the older man keen almost adorably. Well, Dennis would find it adorable if he wasn’t irritated.
“Move,” He ordered, a little sigh escaping him when Robby finally followed orders and began moving his head back and forth, fucking the toy in and out of him smoothly. He started slow at first, relishing in the sticky, tacky noises the younger man’s cunt was making, eyes glued onto the way Dennis’s cock twitched and how well his hole swallowed the toy with each thrust. Clearly having lost whatever defiance and fight he had left, Robby kept his arms behind his back, hands clasped together as he focused on thrusting the black silicone in and out of Dennis’s pink cunt, whining and groaning behind the bit that was sat in his mouth, jaw aching slightly, chin growing wet with drool.
Dennis groaned happily, rolling and rocking his hips slightly, grinding into the movements ofRobby and the toy. He was starting to feel much better now, one orgasm already working to loosen and soften the knots that had formed in his body during the day, undoing the irritation that Robby’s behaviour had caused. He could always rely on a good orgasm and a glass of wine to make him feel better. Biting his lip, Dennis leant forward slightly, reaching for the camera from the nightstand once again, the little beep of it turning on making Robby whine. “Look up, baby. Right at the camera for Mommy, let’s see those big eyes.” he chuckled, giving the man’s hair a light tug to encourage him to behave.
Robby did as he was told, peering up as Dennis snapped more than one embarrassing photo. His eyes watered, humiliation making his cock leak messily onto their bedroom floor, still locked away much to his dismay. Eager to earn forgiveness and be set free, Robby began moving his head back and forth at a quicker pace, eyes rolling slightly into the back of his head when Dennis squirted a little around the toy, the younger man moaning excitedly.
“Thaaaat’s fukin’ it, baby,” Dennis cooed, arousal thick in his voice now. He peered down at Robby, scrub top pulled up to show off his softening tummy, weight gained from their happy relationships and with just how well they fed one another. Robby loved it. He wanted to reach up and squeeze it, squeeze Dennis’s filled out thighs, his love handles. God. Dennis’s eyelids were heavy, cheeks a darker red, lips slick with his own spit, brows pinched together. Robby moaned, truly aroused and moved by just how handsome Dennis looked, camera in hand, in complete control of the scene playing out. “Keep…Keep going. Show Mommy just how sorry you are. Hands on my thighs,”
Not wanting to have the privilege revoked, Robby hurriedly grabbed at Dennis’s plush thighs, pushing them open further. His grip was firm, giving him better leverage to rock his head back and forth, thrusting the toy faster and harder into Dennis’s needy hole. He didn’t even care that he was starting to become dizzy, more than happy to lose himself entirely to the task at hand, the world around him blurring slightly, sure to spin when he eventually pulled back. The noises falling from Dennis’s lips became louder and louder with each moment that passed, Robby’s brows pinching in concentration, tilting his head slightly to better angle the head of the cock against Dennis’s g-spot. He could tell the boy was getting closer, his cunt spasming, cock twitching right before Robby’s eyes.
Bracing himself with an excited moan, Robby closed his eyes and moved his head quicker. His neck ached slightly, along with his jaw, but he didn’t care. He wanted Dennis to come again. He wanted the man to paint his face with mess. Robby whined pathetically, tears suddenly falling down his cheeks as he desperately fucked the toy in and out. With a loud cry, Dennis’s orgasm rocked through him once again, slightly more intense than the first. Dennis reached down to roughly rub at his clit, crying out, squirting messily all over Robby’s flushed, tear stained face. The camera fell from his hand onto the bed, both of his hands coming to fist in Robby’s hair, holding his head in place so the cock was buried nice and deep inside his hole.
“H-Holy shit~” Dennis mewled, panting through a smile down at Robby. “Oh, look at the mess you forced out of Mommy, Darling…” He chuckled, smacking lightly over his cock.
Dennis let the man's hair go, nodding slowly at him, giving him silent permission to pull out slowly. The plastic cock slipped from Dennis’s hole with a filthy noise, making Dennis smile slightly. The boy patted the space on the bed next to him, cooing when Robby got up slowly and shakily, moving to sit next to the young man on their bed. Dennis turned his body to the man, leaning forward to slowly lick and kiss along the dildo, his eyes locked on Robby’s the whole time.
The older man whined pathetically, eyes shining and pleading. He pawed gently at Dennis’s thigh, unable to verbalise what he wanted, simply hoping that Dennis would show him some mercy. “I know…I know…” Dennis cooed lovingly, reaching back to undo the buckles on the straps of the mask, removing it carefully. The look on Robby’s face…Dennis could only describe it as ‘utterly wrecked’; chin wet, lips slightly puffy from being stretched, cheeks both wet and flushed. Dennis always thought that Robby looked so beautiful this way, completely taken apart by Dennis and his touches. Hell, Dennis hadn’t even touched him and he looked wrecked. So beautiful and messy. “There’s my boy…”
“I-I’m sorry, Mommy…” Robby mumbled, voice slightly hoarse from all his whining and moaning. His eyes tracked Dennis’s movements as the boy stood, pulling his scrub tops over his head, tossing them into the laundry basket. Finally, Robby was being granted the privilege of seeing Dennis naked. He whimpered happily, wet eyes gazing up at the man standing before him. Dennis gave him a pointed look, and Robby took the hint to keep going. “I-I’m sorry for yelling at that student, I’ll say sorry on Monday, I promise. I’m sorry that I upset you, Mommy. I’m sorry that I ruined your evening by being a naughty boy…I’m sorry for lying.” Robby cried softly, whimpering when Dennis cupped his face.
“Mommy forgives you,” Those words had Robby’s shoulders dropping, his body relaxing fully. “I forgive you, baby. Now, why don’t we get that cage off?”
The older man nodded, spreading his legs quickly. Dennis removed his necklace and carefully unlocked Robby’s cage, removing it and placing it on the nightstand. He cupped Robby’s soft, leaky cock giving it a few gentle squeezes just to soothe any possible ache. “Do you want to come, Baby? Mommy thinks you did such a good job, took your punishment well…Would you like that?”
Robby nodded once again, shifting back slightly on the bed. Dennis motioned for him to lie down, legs spread nice and wide. His cock stayed soft against his stomach as Dennis uncapped a bottle of lube and squirted some onto his fingers, warming it up a little. He reached down, teasing his fingers over Robby’s asshole, slowly pushing a single digit inside. Robby’s head fell to the side, a moan tumbling from his lips, “Hngh~ W-Won’t last long…” Robby warned quietly, looking between his legs at Dennis, whose free hand was now rubbing his thigh soothingly.
“Come when you’re ready,” Dennis reassured, working his finger in and out slowly, until Robby’s hole was ready for a second. The older man moaned as Dennis added another, his toes curling against the sheets, blush bleeding down his exposed chest. “You’re gonna come from just this, okay? You haven't been good enough to touch that big cock of yours…Oh, I know, I know…but you were a bad boy, Mommy hasn’t forgotten that.”
His voice was so sweet, so syrupy and warm in Robby’s ear. He nodded, resisting the urge to palm at his soft cock or tug at his balls. He kept his hands at his side, sprawled out on the bed. Dennis’s fingers felt amazing inside of him, stretching out his hole, finger tips ghosting his prostate. He truly hadn’t been much of a fan of bottoming or submitting until he’d met Dennis, but there was just something about the younger man that made him feel safe enough to let those sides of himself out. It helped that Dennis fucked like a bunny in heat, and was absolutely spectacular with all parts of his body. It helped that he loved Dennis more than anything in the world. The younger man’s fingers sped up curling ever so slightly inside of Robby, pressing against his prostate wonderfully.
Robby cried out, his back arching slightly from the bed. Dennis took that as his cue to add a third finger, pressing a kiss to Robby’s knee. The boy’s fingers moved in and out quickly, curled against Robby’s prostate, making his cock leak heavily onto his fuzzy stomach, leaving a sticky little pool behind. Robby squirmed slightly underneath him, chest rising and falling as the pleasure mounted and his stomach clenched tightly, hole fluttering around Dennis’s skillful fingers. The older man didn’t have it in him to warn Dennis about his fast approaching orgasm, too busy babbling and whining nonsense about how good he felt.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkk! M-Mommy!” Robby wailed, voice cracking as his orgasm slammed into him. He could faintly hear Dennis cooing and whispering sweet things to him, but it was hard to make them out over the blood rushing in his ears. His soft cock squirted all over his tummy, rope after rope matting his hair to his skin, making a mess of himself that Dennis laughed at softly. His orgasm seemed to go on for years, thrumming through his whole body, making his feet cramp with how hard his toes curled. Right before it became too much, Dennis pulled his fingers free, a big, proud smile on his face.
“Oh, I know that felt good,” Dennis chuckled softly, his clean hand running up and down the older man's flank slowly. The disappointed, irritated look in Dennis’s eyes had melted away now, replaced with something warm and soft that made Robby’s heart skip a beat or two. “Why doesn’t Mommy go and run us a bath, hm? Light some candles…put on some music? And then we can order some dinner and watch a movie?”
Through the foggy haze of post-orgasm bliss, Robby nodded a little at the younger man’s words, soothed by the honey tone in his voice. He slowly sat up, head spinning a little. “Mhm, okay. Can we get pizza?” Robby asked, watching Dennis wrap himself in a robe, necklace back around his neck.
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Orange and rosemary scented bubbles filled their large tub as Dennis milled around the bathroom, lighting a cotton scented candle, placing it on the bathroom counter, enjoying the sound of the wooden wick crackling as the flame danced. He added some bath salts into the water to help soothe Robby’s achy muscles, setting out a couple of towels afterwards. He dimmed the lights, calling the older man in.
“Mhm, orange-y.” Robby chuckled softly, coming to wrap his arms around the younger man, dipping his head to kiss him. He brushed their noses together a little, thumbs tracing circles on Dennis’s hips.
“You like it? It’s from that LUSH gift box Jack gave us,” He pecked the man’s cheek, stepping away to let Robby get into the bath. The water was just right, drawing a pleased groan from Robby’s lips. Dennis dropped his robe and climbed in, back pressed against Robby’s fuzzy chest.
“Him and his LUSH,” Robby snorted a little, his arms coming to wrap around Dennis, lips pressing against the back of his head. “What do you wanna do tomorrow?”
Dennis hummed in thought, picking up some bubbles on his hands, gazing at the hundreds of tiny versions of himself reflected there. “Why don’t we go to the farmers market…” Dennis suggested. “Oh, and I want to go to breakfast at that Chinese place! And then…I need to go to the craft store, actually. I’ve run out of stickers.”
The younger man’s shoulders jumped a little when Robby laughed, shaking his head a little. “I swear we got a couple new packs like last week. Are you covering kids in stickers up there?” Robby teased, reaching for a wash cloth, starting to gently wash Dennis’s back.
“Hey! Do you know how high my personal patient satisfaction score is?” he chuckled, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed into the touch. “I only have one sheet left, and I have a few coupons, ok? I want to buy a new stress-ball, Trin stole my last one.”
Robby just made a fond noise, lifting up the boy’s arms to wash under them, and then across his chest, fingers tracing light scars. He found it sweet how seriously Dennis took his job, how passionate he was about his role in Peds. It made him happy to know that Dennis was happy and comfortable in his speciality, even if he did miss him in the ED. Robby continued to gently wash the younger man until he was squeaky clean, listening to Dennis talk about his day as he worked, responding with small hums and nods of acknowledgement. When he was done, he allowed Dennis to wash him in return, enjoying the intimate affection, practically purring like the old cat he was.
Before the water could go cold, the pair got out of the bath and wrapped one another in fluffy towels. Dennis had Robby take a seat on the closed toilet, carefully cleaning up the man’s beard and the stubble on his neck, adding in some beard oils and moisturising his face. He washed his own face, adding on various products that Robby had no clue about, happy to just sit and watch him.
“Want to go and order?” Dennis cooed, looking over at the older man. “I’ll have my usual, and a side of mozzarella sticks? And can you grab me a coke whilst you’re downstairs?”
Robby laughed softly, heaving himself up from his spot on the toilet, nodding. He went to put on some pyjamas, laying a pair out for Dennis before heading downstairs to order them some dinner and collect the various things Dennis had both asked for, and that Robby knew he would ask for later. Multiple birds, one stone.
Coke, gummy worms, water bottle and popcorn in hand, Robby headed back upstairs to their bedroom. Dennis’s face lit up at the sight of the haul, already in his pyjamas and in bed, picking a movie for them to watch on the TV.
“You’re the best, Darling.” Dennis grinned, kissing Robby’s cheek when the man sat down. “You’re the best boy a Mommy could ever wish for. I love you.”
Cheeks rosy and sweet, Robby shyly replied, “I love you, too, Mommy.”