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Robby had laughed about the way that Dennis had told him that from the moment that he’d started his first shift in the ER of the PTMC and met his new attending, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, he knew that he was in trouble. Not had he found the other man to be least seven or eight inches taller than himself, he was also softly muscular, bearded in just the right way with kind eyes, and. Well. He had tattoos.
It wasn’t until the latter half of his shift that Dennis had noticed at all, since up until that point Robby had been wearing his zip up hoodie over his scrubs, and his arms had been covered. And then he’d had to take it off for a particularly technical case and Dennis’ eyes caught on the black lettering that decorated his upper arms. He’d already been in trouble by that stage regarding the way he was feeling about his attending, but the tattoos were the final straw.
The way they sat just right over his muscles, warping and bulging as he moved skilfully to save another life. His mouth had been watering, and he’d almost drooled despite the severity of the traumas that they’d dealt with that day.
Soon after they got together Dennis had opened up about feeling these things and them being the lasting memories of that day, Robby had laughed himself silly, eyes crinkling in a way that was too endearing for his own good.
“My tattoos really affect you that much, hey?”
Dennis blushed all the way down to his neck and nodded.
“Yeah... I just, I think they look really good on you. They suit you, you know?”
Robby smiled.
“You know, I actually have another tattoo. The ones on my arms aren’t the only ones I have.”
“Really?”
Robby huffed out a laugh.
“Yeah. When I was young, dumb and drunk my friends convinced me to get another one, I regret it now. It’s embarrassing and I’ve let my hair grow over it. I must’ve been almost younger than you when I got it.”
Dennis swallowed and cocked his head. Robby had let his hair grow back over it? There weren’t that many places that the tattoo could be then.
“Where- where did you get it?”
Dennis was trying to keep his voice steady but it was difficult when there was the possibility of Robby having a tattoo in a place that Dennis hadn’t seen yet.
“You really want to know, mouse?”
“I mean, we’re together, aren’t we? So I guess I’ll probably see whatever it is at some point, right? Unless you’re not okay with that…”
Dennis trailed off nervously, wondering if he’d put his foot in it and made Robby uncomfortable.
Robby just put his hand on Dennis’ shoulder and laughed.
“Don’t worry, yes, you’ll see it- as long as you’re comfortable. But right now I definitely do intend for you to see every part of me that you want.”
Dennis could feel himself sweating at the nape of his neck. He really, really wanted to see this tattoo. No matter if he was wrong about his inkling as to which general area of Robby’s body the tattoo was on, he knew he would still find it hot. The arm tattoos were out at that exact moment and Dennis had to swallow nervously to stop himself from drooling at them.
Maybe Robby would let him drool on th- stop, Dennis. Stop it.
“Can I see it now?”
Well done, Dennis. Nicely handled.
Robby raised an eyebrow.
“Sure, if you really want to. But I’m telling you, it really, truly is embarrassing. I wish 20 something year old me had never had access to money and alcohol.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad!”
“Oh, it really is, Dennis…”
The conversation had taken on a deeply flirty feel, and subconsciously the two men had inched closer and closer where they were sat on the bed until they were breathing each other’s air and grinning.
“Show me! The worst I’ll do is laugh!”
“Fine, fine, mouse. I’ll show you. Move back a little, I need to pull my shirt up.”
Dennis’ stomach jolted. Pull his shirt up? Yes please. Please. Dennis moved back.
Robby pulled up his shirt to rest under his armpits and also shifted down the waistband of his trousers ever so slightly. Dennis didn’t even see the tattoo immediately with the way that his brain was blue-screening at the sight of Robby without a shirt.
He was too focused on the way he was covered in dark hair, a dark happy trail reaching up to his belly button along with a generous smattering all over his chest, bunching up between his pecs. Dennis wanted to bury his face in between them and inhale.
“The tattoo is down there, mouse. Take a look if you want.”
Dennis jumped slightly and looked down as instructed. And then he froze. He wasn’t even aware of the rock-hard boner that he was beginning to sport, he was so gobsmacked by what he saw.
Right there on the lower curve of Robby’s belly, just a little bit above the line of his boxers. Oh God. It wasn’t enormous, it wasn’t intricate or well done, it wasn’t something that would sit in the pages of a tattoo magazine to sell it to the masses. But it was singlehandedly the sexiest thing Dennis had ever seen.
It was an arrow, plain and simple. Black ink, defined neatly, pointing the viewer straight down- right towards where Robby’s cock was semi-chubbed up in his pants. Dennis’ crotch throbbed. His boyfriend’s body was literally directing him into his pants.
He heard a deep chuckle from next to him.
“You’d better close that mouth, little mouse, you don’t want flies to get in.”
Dennis let out a shuddering breath.
“I- I don’t want to shut it.”
“You don’t want to shut your mouth, mouse?”
Dennis shook his head, starting to feel a little lightheaded. The arrow taunted him. Follow me! It said. Do as you’re told and follow me down!
“No- no.”
Robby leaned back, showing off his body and harbouring a wicked little smirk.
“And why don’t you want to do that, Den?”
Dennis tried and failed to form words. He didn’t know how to express any of the feelings that had overcome him. There were no words in the English language for the way he needed to follow the arrow. The way he needed to stuff his face into Robby’s crotch and stay there forever. A pitiful little squeak left his mouth.
“Do you need something?”
Dennis’s cheeks were burning, his dick was throbbing, his eyes were swimming. Did he need something? That was an understatement of a question. He craved something like it was air, and he could see the arrow pointing to the outline of that something like a flashing casino sign.
He felt himself sink off of the end of the bed and drop to his knees on the floor in front of Robby, who by now had fully taken his shirt off and was staring down at the younger man with a grin.
“You want to follow the arrow, mouse?”
Dennis felt himself nodding like his neck was on a spring. Please please please please please oh god let him follow the arrow!
“Alright then, Den. Why don’t you be a good boy and do that then?”
Dennis didn’t feel in control of his body as his hands came up to grab and pull at the zipper of Robby’s trousers, yanking them desperately and whining pathetically as he made a beeline for his boyfriend’s cock.
Robby’s thick cock sprung out of his boxers and almost hit Dennis’ face as it reached towards the air. It was larger than average and much more girthy. He was neatly cut and had a dribble of pre cum running down from the head to the shaft. The arrow of the tattoo was neatly pointing exactly towards Dennis’ prize.
He didn’t wait for Robby’s approval before he dived in, mouth gaping open and tongue outstretched. The first taste that he got of it felt like heaven. Musky and salty, Dennis let his eyes flutter closed as he let his tongue lathe over the underside of it, feeling the pulsing vein on the base. Robby’s hand fell into his curls and he groaned from above.
“Dennis, Dennis, last chance sweetheart, do you want to do this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Dennis opened his eyes but didn’t remove his tongue from his boyfriend’s cock. He glared at Robby. He should know better than to interrupt him when he was following the instructions of the arrow. He kept eye contact with Robby as he opened his mouth wider and let the entire head pop inside. The hand in his hair tugged and pulled.
Dennis had no idea what Robby was seeing right now, that he had a front row view of Dennis’s cheeks bulging obscenely as his own cock head pushed against them.
Dennis moved one of his hands to the base of Robby’s cock to hold him steady as he pushed further down. God, did it feel good for his mouth to be full. He pushed further and further, inch by inch. His cheeks were stretched taught and the fat cock head was nudging at his throat as he tried to supress his gag reflex. Robby’s hand still hadn’t left his hair, not even once.
After a few deep breaths through his nose, Dennis decided that he was ready to go further. The noises that both men were making were pure filth. The amount of drool that was running down Dennis’ chin and neck was immense, and it was dripping onto his thighs and the carpet. He was swallowing and swallowing, trying to get every bit of pre that he could, and the gulps were wet and loud.
Dennis decided his throat was ready for more. There were still two or three more inches of Robby for him to fit inside, and he wasn’t finishing without doing the job properly. He was just obeying the arrow. He moved both his hands to the insides of Robby’s thighs, and gripped them hard. The man above him let out a choked cry and Dennis found himself with both of his boyfriend’s hands in his hair. Oh yeah. Dennis was not getting out of this without this glorious dick lodged in his throat.
The inched forward and felt the spongy head at the entrance to his throat. He tried to slow his breathing a little and relax his muscles, gently rocking back and forth until he felt the airway loosen just enough that he could slide forward some more, and suddenly it all slid down in one go. His throat was stuffed. His mouth was bulging. Saliva was still dripping everywhere and his eyes may have been closed but he could feel them rolling back. He was stuffed and he couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. Robby’s entire cock in his throat just seemed so natural.
He breathed shallowly through his nose and felt the tickle and scratch of all his boyfriends’ hair, so musky, so warm, so fucking hot. He wanted to stay here forever. His brain was all fuzzy and Robby was keeping him exactly where he was, hands gripping his hair not even allowing him to move a centimetre back.
He was still automatically trying to swallow more, more, more, glugging like he was drinking water in a desert. Robby was panting and swearing above him, hips getting more jerky in their movements. He was close to cumming. On a purely primal level, Dennis wanted that cum. He wanted it straight down his throat and into his stomach. Let his boyfriend mark him from the inside out.
He continued gulping at Robby, content to let himself be used, his own pulsing erection forgotten as his brain was overtaken. Robby cried out suddenly.
“Mouse- mouse- I’m sorry, I’m going to, to cum, I can’t- oh mouse- “
And then Dennis felt a flood of warm, thick liquid pour down his throat, travelling down and sitting in his stomach. He started swallowing harder and harder, desperate not to waste a single drop of it, he wanted it all, all of it in him, Robby, Robby, Robby-
His vision whited out as he came untouched with his boyfriend’s cock lodged inside him.
His head was full of white noise. He didn’t know how much time passed before he was gagging and coughing as Robby slowly, gently pulled him off his cock and up onto the bed next to him.
His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, coated with cum. He felt himself being held against a warm, soft body, and his hair being stroked like he was something precious. Time was all a fog.
Robby clutched his beautiful mouse to his chest and petted his sweaty hair, hushing and praising the drifting man. What a perfect boy. The most perfect boy.
“Shhh, shh Den, you did so well, my perfect boy. You took everything, absolutely everything. Only you can do that, so perfect. Shhh, you were so good, let yourself float if you need to, I’ve got you right here, you’re safe.”
Dennis smiled absently at these words, he felt sweet and dizzy. Robby said he was good.
“M- mm- good?”
The inside of his throat felt sticky.
“Yes, sweet boy, so good, so perfect.”
“Followed the arrow g- good?”
Robby kissed Dennis’s sweaty forehead.
“Followed the arrow so good, yes! Followed it perfectly. You’re so good, you knew exactly what to do.”
Dennis hummed and grinned. He followed the instructions and his boyfriend was happy.
The lay there together much longer, warm, comfy, Dennis being petted and loved on by the large man holding him. A singular thought occurred to Dennis, and it felt urgent.
“You need- need t’a shave.”
“To shave, mouse? I thought you liked my beard.”
“Not beard. Arrow. Shave there. Need t’a be able to see it really good so I can follow.”
If Robby had been fifteen years younger, he would’ve popped another boner.
“Don’t worry mouse, I’ll do that for you. Good boys get what they want.”
Dennis fell asleep with a smile.