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It's not every night that Robby finds himself stumbling into his apartment with a needy med student licking into his mouth, tugging at his clothes, and begging for Robby to take him.
"Please, Dr. Robby— P-Please," falls so beautifully from Dennis' pink mouth as it trails down Robby's neck with sloppy, uncoordinated kisses. The honorific slips out so sweet, that Robby is concerned he'll never be able to hear Dennis speak to him back in the ER after hearing him so desperate like this.
Dennis' hands have made their way under Robby's shirt in the time that his thoughts took over, blunt fingernails scratch at the hair that's scattered across his belly. Robby grunts into his mouth and pulls Dennis closer by his waist, the manhandling earns a soft sound from the student. Truth be told, he hasn't been able to keep his hands off of Dennis since his first day. Beautiful, pale, and tempting skin that peeks out from under his scrubs. Or when his shirts are a little too big, revealing more shoulder and delicious skin that Robby craves to sink his teeth into.
"Upstairs." Robby places his hands on Dennis' shoulders like he always does and turns him around, "Go on, I'm right behind you." Dennis, as obidient as ever, goes right up the stairs.
"First door on your left." Robby directs as he follows behind him.
He kisses Dennis again as they enter the bedroom, the younger man feels magnetic. He doesn't quite know where he begins and Dennis ends, doesn't know when they start kissing or why they ever stop. Every gasp and whimper is swallowed greedily by Robby as he lays Dennis down onto his back, soft bedsheets enveloping his small frame. He's surely filled out a little more after a month of living with Santos, but the evidence of his apparent malnourishment still lingers in the bags under his eyes and the divots of his freckled ribs.
"Dr. Robby—" Dennis whines, all kiss drunk and pliable under Robby's roaming hands. "Please, sir, I need you… J-Just want you."
How could he deny him any longer?
"It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you." Robby whispers as he pushes his hand under Dennis' shirt. His pointer finger and thumb meet, pinching a nipple between them; he revels in the dirty whine it pulls from Dennis.
His other hand snakes down into Dennis' scrubs and quickly finds his weeping cock. It fits perfectly in his hand, maybe a little below average but Robby couldn't care less. He jerks him off tantalizingly slow, Dennis' hips buck and his back lifts off the bed with a needy moan. "Robby?"
Robby's thumb is still rubbing circles on his nipple, applying firm pressure that makes Dennis squirm. He hums and looks at him, darkened brown eyes meeting wet, worried blues. "What is it?" Robby briefly wonders if he's gone too far. He wonders if Dennis is about to stop it all.
"I-I'm a virgin."
And Robby is a sick, sick man. He swallows down all of the nasty things he wants to say about that, and instead just nods. "That's okay, you just tell me if you ever want to stop."
Dennis looks embarrassed for a brief second before quietly whispering, "I don't…"
A grin spreads across Robby's face, "That's what I like to hear." He tugs at Dennis' pants and boxers, pushing them down as far as he can; the younger man kicks them off the rest of the way. Robby's eyes flitter down to Dennis' twitching, pink cock. It might be one of the prettiest things he's ever laid eyes on, maybe around four inches and profusely leaking pre cum from the flushed tip. He's staring, he knows that— but how could he not.
Dennis looks nervous, those same worried eyes scanning over Robby's face. "Is something wrong?" He asks, voice wavering.
"No." Robby says as he traces his finger up the underside of Dennis' dick, "Prettiest little cock I've ever seen…"
"'s not that little…" Dennis' face burns bright red. He looks away from Robby, but a large hand comes up to turn his face back toward him.
"I think you're perfect."
Dennis squirms again, whimpering as he looks up with pleading eyes. Robby needs to fuck him yesterday. He moves off of him and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer beside his bed, he glances at Dennis when he feels movement on the mattress and finds that the younger man has spread his legs apart without even being asked. Intuitive little thing.
Robby slicks up two fingers and readjusts himself to sit between Dennis' legs. He circles his rim with one digit before sinking it in slowly, "Do you ever touch yourself like this?"
Dennis moans as the pad of Robby's finger comes in contact with his prostate. He shakes his head rapidly, "O-Only… a few times, fuck." His eyes flutter shut, soft lips parted as he gasps at every push of Robby's finger.
"Tell me when you can take another." Robby says, his patience to fuck Dennis running thin; but he doesn't want to push him too fast.
"A-Another, Dr. Robby— Please?"
Jesus.
"Kid, you gotta stop calling me that here…" Robby says through a groan.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Dennis says genuinely, "I won't."
Robby pulls his wrist back before pushing a second finger into Dennis' tight hole. "Won't be able to focus at work if I hear you say it." He says, Dennis lets out a little ah! as he crooks his fingers upward, delighted when Dennis' hips buck up and he yelps again in surprise. Expert fingers find his prostate again and rub, pressing into the spongey tissue. Dennis whines loud, his legs trembling and his toes curling as Robby continues to prod at the same spot.
"Hnngh… O-Oh my goodness," Dennis' hands scramble on the bedsheets, they grab a fistful of the fabric and tug. "M-More…" He begs, and he begs so pretty, "Need you, Robby."
It's borderline selfish how quickly Robby pulls his fingers out and stands back up to undo his belt, he's never ripped his clothes off faster. His cock stands proud, leaking at the tip as he stares down at Dennis with his legs still wide open. He tilts his head as he pumps himself a few times, watching the way Dennis' hole clenches after the loss of his fingers. Robby picks the bottle of lube back up and pumps a few drops into his hand before he returns it and slicks up his shaft.
He stands at the edge of the bed and reaches forward to pull Dennis closer by his hips, "I'll take it slow, okay?" Even though he wants to shove himself in and make Dennis scream; it's not a realistic want, unfortunately.
"Uh huh— oh wow, oh god!" Dennis chokes out as the blunt head of Robby's cock pushes past his tight rim.
Robby's bottom lip catches between his teeth as he watches his cock sink into Dennis, he's unbelievably tight. Robby's ego is stroked, knowing he's the only man who's ever felt this. He takes the younger man's cock back into his hand and pumps it slowly, he silently admires the precum that has pooled on his belly.
"There you go, you take me so good. Sweet boy." Robby whispers as he starts to slowly thrust into him, his hips flush against Dennis' ass on every push. "Shit— Dennis, so fucking tight."
Dennis is white-knuckling the sheets, his lips parted as choked out and whiny moans. They're music to Robby's ears as he speeds up to draw more out of him. "Tell me how it feels."
"S-Suh— So g-good, oh." Dennis sniffles, his eyes glassy with tears that threaten to roll down his face. Robby wants to lick them off, trace his splotchy red cheeks with his tongue. "Wait, ah— feels weird." He stammers, squirming as Robby's cock pushes impossibly deeper.
Robby's eyebrows pinch together, "Weird?" He questions, his hand slows down on Dennis' dick and he squeezes it rather than stroking.
"Ah!" Dennis' back lurches off the bed, "L-Like I'm gonna pee." He whines, his cock pulsing in Robby's hand.
Oh.
Robby's hand picks up the pace again, his thrusts growing harder at the idea of Dennis pissing himself from Robby fucking him so good. His free hand grips Dennis' waist, his own moans starting to slip free from previously tightened lips.
"N-No, Robby— I—" Dennis gasps, his eyes roll back as a guttural groan rises from his chest. "I think I'm— Oh fuck!" His cock throbs before it's spurting ropes of cum over his stomach, his face twists in a way Robby's never seen as a steady stream of piss follows suit.
"Thaaaat's it." Robby watches in awe as Dennis makes a mess all over himself, they're gonna have to sleep in the guest bed after this by the looks of it. His eyes trail up Dennis' trembling body as he keeps the same pounding rhythm.
"Hhah— Oh! Oh. Oh fuck. Ah-ah-ah—" Dennis is a loud one, every thrust punching some sort of noise from the blond. Robby kept his hand moving on Dennis' dick, despite it softening in his hand; he wanted to milk him for everything he had.
Robby's head falls back, he slams three more hard thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off over Dennis. He groans and grips the blond's thigh as his cum spills onto Dennis' stomach, mixing with his own mess.
Dennis is panting, and Robby is still slowly stroking his cock. "Robby…" He moans, weak and high pitched as a few more drops of liquid spurt from his dick. "'s too much, p-please."
Against his true wishes to fuck Dennis until he's utterly cock drunk (as if Robby could get it up again), Robby pulls his hand away. He leans down to kiss Dennis, slow and soft; unlike any other kiss they've shared this evening. Dennis whimpers into his mouth, his tongue running over Robby's bottom row of teeth.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
"Uh huh."
Robby sits back, he wipes himself clean with a couple tissues from the box on the nightstand. He pats Dennis off as well, but leaves the room briefly to get a wet rag to really clean him off.
Dennis' eyes have closed, he has a beautiful sheen of sweat that covers his whole body and a pink flush spread from his face to his chest. A mix of cum and piss has pooled below his navel and Robby wipes it up with the rag. "Feeling okay?"
Dennis hums in lieu of a response.
"Can't sleep in here, we've gotta wash the sheets. Guest room is across the hall, I'll meet you in there." Robby gestures at the door.
Dennis begrudgingly gets up off the bed, Robby gives him a few more wipes with the rag before the younger man leaves the room. After Robby strips the bed and gets the sheets put into the wash, he goes to the guest room to find Dennis asleep, curled up with his face tucked into a pillow. He gets behind him and pulls the blond close to his chest.
He can unpack all of this later.