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Robby had a bad day.
Not that there was ever a “good” day when you worked in the ER. But some days were better than others, and some days were much, much worse.
And today’s shift wasn't the worst ever. But it had come at the end of a long week that saw several patients lost and multiple breakdowns from members of his team. Robby was worn thin from dealing with it all day in and day out.
And so, when he trudged into his apartment on Friday night, he threw down his bag, slipped into a comfy pair of sweats, and opened Grindr.
How long had it been since he last opened the app…weeks? Months? Robby didn’t remember. He double checked his profile to make sure it still suited his needs.
6’1. 54. Switch with a high preference for bottoming/subbing seeking top/dom to wreck his hole(s). Bisexual. Transgender FTM. T4T preferred.
Yep, sounded about right. He swiped through his photos as well—all body shots, his face purposefully cropped out to give him some sense of anonymity. He sighed and closed his phone, stepping into the kitchen for a glass of water. The likelihood of finding anyone was low—Robby knew from experience that 6’1 middle aged bottoms were not in high demand in Pittsburgh. Every once in a while he would give in and top someone—after all, he did include “switch” in his bio, but that was more so for when he was really desperate to get laid. And yes, he was desperate, but he was seeking a certain kind of release tonight.
His phone buzzed, and he opened it to see a message from baby boy xo.
> heyyyyy daddy ^_^
Robby sighed and swiped out of the chat to look at the person's pictures. They seemed decent looking—younger, on the skinnier side, with photos at the gym to show off their muscles. Their bio read 21 yr old twink looking to get fucked hard by big cocks ;). Robby grimaced as he returned to the chat.
>> hey there
The response was quick.
> you’re so handsome daddy, need ur big cock
Robby groaned and turned his phone off again. It really astounded him how people just refused to read his bio. Sure, just because he was trans didn’t mean he couldn’t have a dick, and he did own some strap-ons for situations like these, but the dissonance was mind blowing.
Robby abandoned his phone on his bed and walked out into the living room, snacking on a granola bar. He was already starting to resign himself to the fact that his search for someone to absolutely destroy him and take his mind off of work for once would turn up nothing. As he finished his snack and strolled back to his bedroom, he considered just taking out one of his ol’ reliables and fucking himself unconscious.
He picked his phone up to give Grindr one final check when he noticed two messages from a new profile. The name simply read READ MY BIO. Robby opted to do that before he read the messages.
The person seemed like a run of the mill twink, for lack of a better term. The first few photos were faceless body pics, showing off a wiry frame and decent abs. Robby was quick to notice the faded scars along the bottom of each of his pecs. He continued swiping—more body photos, gym photos—before he got to the last one and almost dropped his phone.
The focus of this photo was different from the others. In it, the man was wearing an elaborate leather harness around his waist and thighs, with a decent sized strap jutting out where his crotch was. That wasn’t it, though. Surrounding him were straps of various sizes, shapes, and colors. Robby’s eyes widened as he took it all in, imagining how each would feel inside his cunt.
Shit, I still need to read the bio, he thought, snapping out of his strap-induced haze. He scrolled past the photos to find a brief yet forceful description of the person behind the profile.
27 y/o, he/him, gay & trans FTM. yes i am a ‘twink,’ yes i have a cunt, yes i will dominate you. no, i do NOT bottom. T4T preferred. i come in multiple sizes.
Robby read it once, then twice, then three times for good measure. It almost seemed too good to be true. Another trans guy, not so young that it would feel weird, and a dom top to boot. They matched perfectly on paper. Which meant that the person must be some sort of serial killer.
He swiped back to their chat history to see the two messages this mystery man had sent him.
> wow, you’re the first trans guy i’ve found on here since i moved to pittsburgh. i was starting to think it was only me
> hru?
Robby frowned. The first message he understood—there weren’t many trans guys in Pittsburgh, or if there were, they weren’t prowling on Grindr. Robby had gone stealth early in his transition and while he didn’t avoid going to gay bars, he found himself at them so rarely that it wasn’t his go-to for picking up guys (or, in his case, getting picked up).
The second message confused him. “Hru”? Was it a typo? He took a deep breath and typed out a response.
>> Same here. Seems like we’re hard to come by. Also, I'm showing my age here, but I'm not sure what “hru” means.
He hit send and set his phone down again. Barely a minute had passed before it buzzed with a response.
> lol, it’s okay. (hope u know what lol means) it means how are u?
Robby filed the information away in his brain and pondered the question. To be completely honest, he was fucking terrible. But he wasn’t trying to get psychoanalyzed; he was trying to get laid. He decided to keep it short and vague.
>> Long week. I need someone to take my mind off everything.
This time the response was even faster.
> in the same boat tbh. stressed as hell and need to let it all out. what r u looking for?
Robby started to reply, but another message comes through.
> sorry, tbh means to be honest, lol
Robby couldn’t help but laugh.
>> Thanks. I hope me being old enough to be your father isn’t a huge turn off.
Another fast response.
> not at all, in fact it makes it better. i’ve always been into older guys ;)
That made Robby blush. Yes, he had had countless people call him daddy in bed, but this feels different somehow. This mystery man wasn’t trying to get Robby to top him. He was trying to top Robby.
> Well, I’m glad. And I’m looking to be dommed. I’m pretty open about things like bondage and such. Is there anything you want to do in particular?
Robby held off on sending a full list of everything he was and wasn’t into. He didn’t want to scare the poor kid off by coming out the gate talking about how he’s a bit of a masochist and how blood really gets him going.
The response took about two minutes, and it was the longest two minutes of Robby’s life.
>> i love a sub that’s vocal with their pleasure and that takes whatever i give them with no questions. you think you could do that for me baby?
Robby felt his cunt throb with need. The conversation hadn’t even gotten super sexual yet, but just reading the words made his head spin.
> Yes, of course.
The response was immediate.
>> good boy
And it was so, so cliche, but it made Robby whine slowly. It had been so long since he had been under, and he needed it more than air.
>> two more questions - anything off limits? and how big do you want me?
Robby considered both questions. There were plenty of fetishes that he wasn’t into, but again, he didn’t know how much detail the mystery man wanted. For the other question, Robby swiped back up to his pictures to stare at his array of straps.
> Nothing in particular off limits, though, I would love to avoid any degradation, praise is always preferable. As for size, based on your collection, I will go with the purple one.
>> excellent choice. and fear not, i may fuck you until you can’t think, but i will be kind
Heat pooled in Robby’s stomach. God, he needed whoever this was now.
>> yours or mine?
> Come to mine. Robby tapped out his address and hit send, biting his lip. No going back now.
>> perfect. see you in 20, baby ;)
Robby spent the next twenty minutes in a manic state trying to get both himself and his apartment presentable.
He showered as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, changed his sheets, did the dishes, cleaned the living room, put away all the clothes that had been strewn around the floor of his room, and even started a load of laundry. If all it took for him to be this productive was having a random guy over to fuck his brains out, he should do it more often.
Twenty minutes later, Robby paced in his living room, checking the clock on the stove every 30 seconds. What if he was getting ghosted? What if this person realized they didn’t want to fuck some pathetic old man? What if they got a better proposition? Robby ran his hand over his face, his heart pounding in his ears. Maybe he should just go to bed. Maybe he should—
A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts. He didn't even stop to look through the peephole before throwing the door open.
“Hey, I—Whitaker?”
The student doctor stood in the hallway of his apartment building, dressed in casual clothes and carrying a backpack over his shoulder. He looked better than when Robby had last seen him a few hours ago—then, he had been changing his scrubs for probably the third time that day after a patient peed on him. Now, he looked refreshed and relaxed.
That was, of course, until Whitaker registered that he was standing in front of his attending. “Doctor Robby?” The boy sounded incredulous, his eyes threatening to fall out of his skull.
“Hey, kid, what, uh, what are you doing around here? Thought you lived on the other side of town with Santos.”
Whitaker shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Uh, yeah, I do. I was just, ah…in the area…visiting a friend?”
His tone shifted at the end, like he was asking Robby and not telling him. Robby could feel the blood draining from his face. It was abundantly clear to both men what was happening.
“Why don’t you come in for a minute,” Robby said, forcing a smile onto his face that he hoped masked the absolute terror he was experiencing internally. Whitaker, still looking like a deer in headlights, nodded and ducked inside his apartment quickly.
“Let’s sit down,” Robby said as he closed the door. Whitaker sat on the very edge of the couch as if at any moment he would have to run for his life. This was the same guy who was going to dom him?
He took a seat a reasonable distance away from Whitaker and sighed. “So.”
Whitaker blinked. “I didn't know you were trans.”
Robby had to bite back a laugh. “Is that what you’re most concerned about right now?” Whitaker blushed and looked away.
“Well, yes, I am. I've always passed well, and never made a point to make it a big part of who I was. I mean, it is a big part of me, of course. But I guess I don’t broadcast it,” he said. He let his gaze wander over Whitaker’s body. “I mean, I didn't know you were trans, either.”
Whitaker shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. “I, uh, also didn’t know you were gay?”
Now Robby couldn’t help but laugh. Whitaker looked startled, as if Robby had just started screaming at him, but the older man was just doubled over in laughter.
“Again, kid, I don't really go about my day telling every person I meet that I go both ways,” he said, finally catching his breath. “People think I'm a cis, straight man. And hey, works for me. Keeps me safe.”
Whitaker considered his words and nodded slowly. He glanced towards the door.
“You want me to leave.”
It wasn’t a question. Robby sighed.
“As much as I liked the things we messaged about, I don't know if I can ethically sleep with one of my student doctors. It's got a visit to HR and my ass out of a job written all over it.”
Whitaker frowned, finally turning his body and eyes to meet Robby’s. “Why would I rat you out to HR? This is all consensual.”
Now Robby was the one feeling skittish. “W-Well, yeah, but…I mean, I’m your superior at work. This could mess up how we see each other, how we interact, how we behave around each other. And in our line of work, that can be deadly.”
Robby couldn’t read Whitaker’s expression. He looked simultaneously pensive and frustrated. Robby started to speak again.
“Look, Whitaker—”
“And being pent up doesn’t impact your work?”
Robby stopped short. “What?”
Whitaker shifted closer to him on the couch. “You're on edge, Dr. Robby. I can see it, hell, everyone can see it. Don't you think letting go of some of that stress would benefit you?”
Robby swallowed, his heart rate increasing. “I…I don’t—”
Now Whitaker was up and on top of him, straddling his lap and cupping his face in his hands.
“I can see it in your eyes, baby. You want to let go,” Whitaker whispered, his lips inches from Robby’s. “That's why you called me here, hm? So can I take your mind off things? Help you relax?”
Robby barely suppressed a whine. He closed his eyes and attempted to turn his head, but Whitaker was stronger than he looked, his hands keeping his face forward.
“Answer me.”
Robby squeezed his eyes as if shutting them further would make everything stop. Whitaker dug his nails into his cheek, and he gasped.
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Robby groaned, but Whitaker held fast, his nails now scraping against his temple. “Yes, I—I want to, ah, I want to let go—”
The sharpness of Whitaker’s nails was replaced by the soft touch of his lips on Robby’s face. “That's it. There’s my good boy.”
At that, Robby let out a full throated moan. He opened his eyes and brought his hands up to touch Whitaker, to pull him closer, but Whitaker grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest.
“Not yet, baby. Be a good boy for me and you’ll get your reward.”
Robby’s eyes were blown wide, and he found himself nodding eagerly at Whitaker’s words. All thoughts of HR violations and job termination were gone from his mind. All he could think of now was being a good boy for Whitaker—for Dennis.
“Please,” Robby whispered, his voice already hoarse, “please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Robby bit back a groan. “Need you, please.”
“Need me to do what? Use your words, baby, c'mon."
Robby shivered. It was like a whole different person was sitting in front of him. Gone was the shaky, scared, unsure boy who Robby had taken under his wing in the ER. This Dennis was not him. This Dennis was going to break him apart, piece by piece.
“Kiss?” Robby flushed at the innocence of his request, but Dennis just smiled and leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It didn't take long until Dennis was swiping at his lower lip with his tongue, opening Robby up and exploring the inside of his mouth.
Robby’s hands twitched where they were pinned against his chest. He wanted to touch Dennis so, so badly. He would be lying if he said he had never checked the younger man out when things were slow at work. There had been a time or two (or three, maybe five, who’s counting?) when Robby got lost in his thoughts while watching Dennis talk to a patient or carry around equipment. What would he feel like under his hands? He always snuck in a shoulder grab or a pat on the back when near him, but it was never enough.
Dennis pulled away, and Robby took the chance to make another request. “Please, can I touch—”
“Not yet,” Dennis said again. He kept one hand on Robby’s wrists and brought the other up to his mouth, rubbing his thumb against his lips. Robby parted them without prompting and let Dennis slip the digit inside, the pad of his thumb pressing down on his tongue.
Robby was in a full sweat and he could feel how damp his underwear had become from just a few kisses. He shifted beneath Dennis, desperately searching for any kind of friction.
“Your words, baby,” Dennis reminded him, pressing down harder on his tongue.
“Need you inside,” Robby said, but his words came out jumbled with Dennis’s finger in his mouth.
“Oh, but aren’t I inside?” Dennis quirked an eyebrow and added another finger. Robby couldn’t help but moan, his tongue swirling around the intrusion.
“More,” he mumbled, “In—in my cunt, please—”
“There you go. Was that so hard? I can't give you what you need unless you tell me. And I can give you that, baby.”
In an instant, Dennis was off his lap and gathering his backpack from where he left it near the door. He turned and looked at Robby expectantly. “Bedroom?”
Robby got off the couch and bolted to his room as if he had been shot out of a cannon. Dennis followed behind him, setting his bag on the floor once inside. Robby stood awkwardly, waiting for further instructions. Only a few minutes had passed and he was already under his dom’s spell.
Dennis looked up from where he was rummaging in his bag and gave Robby a once over. His gaze was hungry, almost predatory, and it made him shiver.
“Strip and lie on the bed. I'll be ready in a minute.”
Robby obeyed without a second thought, quickly removing his shirt and sweat pants, followed by his underwear. Goosebumps covered his body as he became exposed to the cold air of the bedroom. He settled on the bed with his back resting against the headboard.
When Dennis came to the bed, he held an assortment of objects. Robby recognized two—the leather harness and strap from his photos. The other appeared to be a length of rope. Robby’s eyes widened as Dennis climbed onto the bed and grabbed his wrists.
“Just keep you from making any decisions for yourself,” Dennis murmured. Robby could have passed out from how horny that made him. His lack of response must have made Dennis worried, though, because he paused and looked up.
“You're okay with this?”
Robby nodded eagerly. Dennis smiled and continued tying an intricate series of knots.
“If anything isn’t, just say so. I'll stop.”
Something warm bloomed in Robby’s chest at that. He knew Dennis was just being a responsible dom, but it felt nice to know he genuinely cared about Robby’s experience.
Once tied, Dennis pushed Robby’s hands so that they rested above his head. He stood back and took in his work—he had barely touched Robby yet, but he was already a blushing, panting mess. His eyes lingered on Robby’s cunt, and he fought the urge to cross his legs and try to hide.
Dennis began to undress, shucking off his casual clothes and pulling the harness up rest on his waist. The leather squeezed him in all the right places, the fat of his thighs just slightly bulging over the straps that circled them. He turned and grabbed a bottle of lube from his bag, giving Robby a fantastic view of how the harness framed his ass.
“Did you prep at all before I came?”
Robby shook his head, his pulse quickening. “N-No, I’m sor—”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Dennis cooed. “Now I get to open you up and make you feel good.”
Dennis climbed on the bed and situated himself between Robby’s legs, forcing him to spread them wider. The younger man ran a hand up his legs, a devilish grin adorning his lips as he watched Robby shiver.
“You're even more pent up than I thought. I can't believe you tried to deny yourself this.”
Robby turned his head, trying to bury his face in the pillow. Dennis barreled on, ignoring his reaction.
“That's why I'm in charge, though, hm? I know what’s best for you.”
With that, Dennis reached out and finally—finally—touched him. He grazed the outside of his cunt with the tips of his fingers, tracing the outline of his folds. Robby spread his legs wider, a silent plea for more.
“So wet already,” Dennis murmured. He easily slipped in two fingers, and Robby arched off the bed in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
“Oh my—fuck,” Robby moaned. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Dennis smirked, using his free hand to pin Robby’s hips to the bed.
“Sensitive. How long has it been since you’ve had someone give you what you need?”
Robby shook his head. “Too long, please—”
“I know, baby,” Dennis replied. He leaned across Robby’s torso to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’ve got you.”
A third slinger slipped inside Robby’s cunt easily and Dennis increased his speed, pumping them in and out of him with fervor. He spread them inside his cunt and curled them, relishing in the sounds he pulled from the older man, as well as the wet noise of his cunt around his fingers.
“I wonder how many orgasms I can pull from you tonight,” Dennis muttered, more to himself than to Robby, but Robby flushed nonetheless. The idea of being brought to climax over and over and over until he couldn’t think sounded like exactly what he needed.
He didn't get a chance to approve of Dennis' idea, though, because he brought his thumb up to circle his clit, and Robby was dangling off the precipice of his first orgasm within seconds.
“Oh, fuck, Den—Dennis—!”
“That's right, baby. Let go.”
Who was Robby to deny his dom?
His orgasm washed over him in a wave of pleasure; he could already feel the stress of the week releasing from his shoulders, a weight lifted via the fingers in his cunt. Dennis slowed for a moment, giving Robby some reprieve, before pulling his hand out entirely.
Robby whined, attempting to bring his hands down before he remembered they were tied, and strained against the knots. Dennis shook his head, but he was smiling.
“You'll need to give me a few more before you get your reward.”
Robby swallowed and nodded. If he was anything, it was eager to please.
To his surprise, Dennis positioned himself on his stomach between his legs, his face now level with his cunt. Just the sight made him throb with arousal—he rarely came across anyone willing to eat him out, and far fewer who did it without him asking.
“We've done fingers. Now let’s see how fast I can get you off with my mouth.”
Dennis wasted no time in licking a thick stripe up Robby’s cunt, gathering the slick that had pooled there from his first orgasm. The younger man quickly brought both hands up to pin Robby’s hips to the mattress, giving him no escape from how his tongue expertly mapped each and every fold between his legs. Dennis alternated between worrying his thick clit between his lips and plunging his tongue into his already spread hole.
“Jesus,” Robby moaned, “Oh my—God, Dennis—”
Dennis did not deign him with a response, but rather looked up at Robby through thick, wet lashes, his pupils blown wide. Between the pure lust in his gaze and Robby’s already over sensitive cunt, He felt himself hurtling over the edge once more. His second orgasm felt good but painful, his clit rubbed raw from Dennis’s fingers and tongue.
As he came down from his high, he felt Dennis stroking his hips. “Good boy, baby, so good for me,” he murmured, alternating between soft kisses and bites at the sensitive skin of his thighs.
Robby felt utterly wasted, limp and panting on the bed. He watched through lidded eyes as Dennis placed one final kiss to his thigh and raised himself up, reaching for his strap and inserting it into the harness. Rather than repositioning himself between his legs, Dennis came around the side of the bed and held the strap up to Robby’s face, lightly tapping his cheek with it.
“D’you think you can get it wet for me, baby?”
Robby whined, letting his mouth drop open and tongue loll out willingly. Dennis reached out and grabbed Robby by the hair, dragging his head along his cock until it brushed the back of his throat. Robby gagged, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, but he did not struggle as Dennis fucked his mouth, the wet sounds of his throat spasming around his length filling the room.
Just as fast as it started, Dennis pulled out, rubbing a soothing hand on Robby’s cheek, catching a tear as it slid down his face. “Thank you, baby,” Dennis whispered.
Dennis pulled Robby’s legs up and settled them over each of his shoulders. The way that the younger man handled him with ease, like he was a ragdoll, made Robby somehow hornier than he already was, which he didn’t think was possible. Not that he had much capability for thinking right now.
He shivered as Dennis dragged the tip of his cock over his leaking cunt, pressing it into his clit before letting the head breach his hole ever so slightly.
“Ready?”
What Robby wanted to say was, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll explode.” What ended up coming out of his mouth was a noise he didn’t even think himself capable of making—a mix between a moan and a gasp, high pitched and reedy, punched out of his lungs as Dennis thrusted inside him with one swift movement. Dennis' hands came to grip his hips again, and he could feel him digging into the spot where he had held him down earlier; there would be bruises there tomorrow, a reminder of what Dennis had done to him.
Dennis, still fully sheathed, leaned down and captured Robby’s lips in a kiss that was far too chaste for what had just preceded it. “Feel good?”
Robby could only moan pathetically. Despite being fingered and licked open, it still felt like Dennis’s cock was splitting him in half; he could practically feel it in his throat. He begged Dennis with his eyes to start moving.
Dennis got the message and complied, starting with slow, deep thrusts before picking up speed. The bed shook and creaked beneath them, and it joined the sounds of the leather straps and buckles on the harness hitting against Robby’s ass with each thrust of Dennis' hips. That'll leave more marks, more evidence, Robby thought deliriously.
“Fuck, baby, you take me so well, made for my cock,” Dennis moaned. He let his hands roam across Robby’s torso, squeezing at his pecs and rubbing his nipples. Robby arched up into his touch, babbling complete nonsense as Dennis fucked him through the mattress.
“Can you give me one more?” Robby moaned; his legs were shaking, and his entire body felt like TV static. Dennis pinched his hip and he yelped, fresh tears springing from his eyes.
“One more baby, c’mon, then I'll give you your reward.” To underline his promise, Dennis raised a hand to stroke Robby’s wrists, still bound together in the knots he had tied. Robby hissed as Dennis traced a finger along where the rope had dug into his skin.
“I know you can do it, darling, one more,” Dennis cooed, and Robby couldn’t take it anymore. The myriad of sensations—the pain of his wrists and his hips, the sensitivity of his clit, the ecstasy of Dennis hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over—his brain short circuited. As his third orgasm overcame him, Robby nearly blacked out, a wet gasp falling from his lips.
His head felt like it was full of cotton; his limbs like they were held down by 50 pound weights. Distantly, he felt Dennis slide out of him, and he whimpered involuntarily at the loss of his cock filling him up. Then, his hands were freed from their restraints, and Robby simply let them fall to his sides like sacks of potatoes, completely drained.
“So good for me,” Dennis said, pressing chaste kisses across Robby’s face. “So perfect. Do you want your reward, baby? Do you wanna make me feel good?”
Robby could barely get the words out. “Please,” he mumbled, a weak hand reaching out to touch Dennis anywhere he could.
“On your back, darling.”
Dennis helped Robby situate himself in a comfortable position on the bed before straddling him over his chest. Robby’s eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of Dennis cunt; his curls were wet with arousal, and his clit just barely jutted out between his folds. Robby licked his lips and let his gaze meet Dennis’s.
Without a word, Dennis lowered himself over Robby’s face, and Robby used all the energy he had left to please his dom.
Dennis let out breathy moans and sighs as Robby worked his tongue in and out of his cunt, grinding down ever so slightly against his mouth and nose. Robby brought his hands up to grope at Dennis’s ass and waist, pulling him down further onto his face, practically suffocating himself. He didn’t care; as long as Dennis was satisfied, Robby could die a happy man trapped beneath him.
“Fuck, so good,” Dennis sighed, bringing his hand down to run through Robby’s hair. “Letting me use you like this, riding your face, shit, how have you not been locked down by a dom yet?”
I want you, I want you to lock me down, Robby’s lust-addled brain chanted. Though, perhaps it wasn’t just the lust talking.
“God, baby, gonna come all over you—fuck, take it, yeah—”
Dennis shuddered above him as he came, a wave of wet arousal coating Robby’s lips and beard. He let Dennis grind on him through his orgasm, dutifully licking and sucking until he pulled off, settling by Robby’s side and peppering his face with kisses.
“So good, my perfect boy,” he sighed. Robby keened, burying his head into Dennis' shoulder, his arms instantly wrapping around the younger man and holding him close. Finally being able to hold him, to feel Dennis' warm bare skin against his own, was almost as effective at calming him as his three orgasms.
They cuddled for a while; Dennis continued stroking Robby’s face and arms, whispering praise, while Robby drifted in and out of sleep, blissfully peaceful in his embrace. Eventually, he felt Dennis move to stand, and a deep panic settled in Robby’s chest at the thought that the man would leave him here alone.
“No—stay, don’t—” the words came out jumbled, his lips heavy with sleep. Dennis immediately returned to his side and soothed him.
“I just want to get us cleaned up before we go to sleep, okay baby? I'll be right back with a towel and some water.”
Robby nodded, feeling a ball of dread settle in his stomach nonetheless. It remained there until Dennis returned not even two minutes later, towels and water in hand.
He wiped down Robby’s face and between his legs and held the bottle of water to his lips, watching carefully as he took in small sips. Robby could’ve held the bottle on his own, but being cared for like this felt so good, so right.
Dennis picked Robby’s clothes up from the floor and helped him get dressed before throwing his own back on as well. They resettled in the bed, cozy and clean, arms wrapped around each other.
“How are you feeling?” Dennis murmured. There was a tinge of worry in his voice. He must be out of his dom mindset now, Robby figured.
“Really good,” Robby sighed. “I—thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“How could I not?”
Robby closed his eyes. His mind was starting to clear, and he began considering all the implications of what they had just done. He had loved it, of course. It felt like some higher power looked at Robby’s desires in a partner and hand crafted Dennis just for him. A relationship would be unethical given their positions at work, but he couldn’t imagine never subbing for Dennis ever again.
“You’re in your head. What are you thinking about?”
Robby opened his eyes to see Dennis observing him. “Us,” he replied. Dennis smiled.
“I know. An unlikely pairing, aren’t we,” he sighed. “I understand if this is a one time thing, but—”
“I don’t want it to be.”
Dennis’s eyes widened. “Are you—really?”
Robby nodded, blushing. “You…I’ve subbed for other people before, but it’s never felt like this. You just…you understand what I need, without me even having to say it.”
A moment of silence hung between them. Dennis licked his lips. “You’re too good to me,” he whispered reverently. “Having you as my sub would make me the happiest man in the world.” He closed the small gap between them, a soft kiss to go with their confessions.
When they pulled apart, both men could feel their eyelids drooping. “Stay?” Robby asked.
Dennis smiled.
“How could I not?”