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Herm notices the shift before Robert says anything. He always does.
It always begins in the smallest places. The rigid line of Robert’s shoulders begin to slacken, like a marionette whose strings have finally loosened. His focus, normally sharp enough to cut glass, begins to soften at the edges, the small lines at the corners of his eyes and his clenched jaw beginning to release. The normally restless precision that defines him, the constant calculation, the readiness, the tight control, melts into something quieter. Something soft and pliant.
Herm subtly adjusts his own posture without thinking - spine straightening, feet planting more firmly against the floor. The steadiness of it settles low and comforting in his chest, and deep breaths ground him. This is the part he understands after so many months with Robert. It’s the part he trusts in himself. He will be solid enough. He will be controlled enough. He will be exactly what Robert needs to be so Robert doesn’t have to be anything at all.
Work had carved the strain into him today. Failed missions stacked like the bruises across the entire Z-Team. Flambae’s temper scorched the comms before, during, and after every single assignment. Sonar taking a drug bust that was decidedly not assigned to him - the relapse was sharp and bitter, undoing months of fragile sobriety. Each time Herm passed through the bullpen, he could see it building: the tightness at the base of Robert’s neck and shoulders, the deepening furrow between his brows, his jaw tight and flexing until the muscle looked ready to snap. His beautiful face, while normally tired, had grown pinched and shadowed with responsibility and frustration (in addition to the usual exhaustion).
Days like this are the ones that tip him over the edge.
Too many fires to put out. Too many decisions. Too much control. The constant need for precision, decision, and professionalism.
Herm knows exactly what pushes Robert to this point. And still, rather selfishly, he loves these nights.
He loves watching his boyfriend slip into the mindset, the intensity of him dissolving, his body becoming loose and welcoming. He loves watching the former hero, his unflappable dispatcher, the man who always has to be on slowly loosen his grip on the world. Being trusted with his safety and surrender feels sacred. Heavy. Precious. It settled warmly in Herm’s chest like a blessing.
They sit side-by-side on the couch, a movie neither cared much about flickering blue light across their skin in the dim room. Empty dinner plates sit forgotten on the coffee table, the faint scent of their meal still lingering in the air. Robert didn’t bother to change out of his work clothes; the blue SDN button up hangs open at the collar, a few of the top buttons undone to expose warm freckled skin and the shallow dip at the base of his throat. He skipped getting changed and had immediately dropped onto the couch with a tired exhale, smiling his gratitude when Herm had brought over dinner and put on a movie. Herm knew his boyfriend well enough to know when it wasn’t time to talk about it.
Herm, on the other hand, had changed. He always pulled off his hero suit shortly after getting to their apartment, hanging in the bathroom. The black scuba suit he wears at home hugs him like a second skin, matte and sleek, outlining his toned body. Deep green cargo pants hang low on his hips, waterproof and practical.
Deep brown eyes caught stormy gray, and Herm nodded once to indicate it was okay. Robert shifts on the couch with a shaky inhale, the ritual familiar between the two. For a moment, the older man just rested his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes. Slowly he stretches his arms above his head, the movement lifting the blue button-up and showing off the cute little happy trail at his bellybutton leading below his waistband that Herm loved so much. He could already see the tension draining out of his boyfriend’s form as he stood and made his way to the bathroom where he kept his supplies. His walk, normally so purposeful, was softened with a relaxed sway of his hips.
Herm took a shaky breath and steeled himself. The first look was always one of the hardest moments, punching the air from his lungs. It isn’t just desire, though that is there, hot and insistent, but the intimacy of it makes him dizzy. The deliberate removal of the armor that is both the Mecha Man suit and Robert the unflappable SDN dispatcher.
The room was still mostly set up, but Herm grabs Robert’s favorite pillow from the couch and places it on the floor by his feet, near the arm of the couch. Glancing down he realized he had taken his shoes off already, and Robert was often quite fond of the boots. He grabs them from the closet and slips them on, the black, military grade tactical boots laced up a few inches above his ankle, and he ties them carefully before tucking the legs of his green cargo pants into them. While Herm loved his own combat boots, these were purchased with an express use in mind.
When Robert emerges from the bathroom, Herm has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the groan firmly behind his lips.
He’s breathtaking.
He’s perfection - floppy brown dog ears, attached to a discreet headband covered by his auburn hair, hung down and framed the upper half of his face beautifully. His custom collar, a beautiful leather dyed blue that matched Herm’s suit, adorned with a little bone-shaped tag attached to the D-ring that read “Robert” on the front, the back teasingly engraved with “If lost, return to Herm” and his phone number sat snug on his throat against his pulse point, the long blue and yellow leash dangling in front of his chest. Herman couldn’t see it from the front, but he knew his boyfriend had his pretty pink hole stretched open around the butt plug with his curled brown tail attached, especially if the glistening in the coarse hair on his pussy lips was anything to go by. Robert always did love putting the plug in his ass, Herm was surprised he couldn’t hear any sweet breathy moans while he prepped himself in the bathroom. There’s something achingly earnest about him in this state. No performance, no bravado, no shame. Just anticipation. Trust. Love.
The leash hangs loose between them.
“There’s my good boy,”
Herm offers him a warm smile and delights in the blush that was already spreading high along Robert’s cheeks, bringing out his freckles. The smaller man walks over— the two agreed early on in this arrangement that for the sake of his already bad knees, long distances wouldn’t be traveled on his hands and knees, despite how much he liked it. He could only do so in small bursts on the area rug in the living room with Herm’s permission. Robert slid slowly to kneel on the pillow by Herman’s feet, leaning his weight against the water hero’s leg and the bottom of the couch, his head coming to rest on a gangly thigh. Herman reaches out a hand to settle in auburn locks, alternating between gentle strokes and small scratches along Robert’s scalp. He watches as Robert melts. The transformation is visible, his shoulders slope downward, chest moving slowly as his breath deepens, the weight of his head settling heavier against Herm. It was the moment trust became tangible.
Herm feels it like gravity.
Robert snuggles against him. The contact is soft, needy, instinctual. When Herm resumes petting, Robert exhales shakily, one arm curling around his calf to pull him closer. The cling isn’t desperate, but anchoring instead. Herm allows himself to relax back into the couch, fingers continuing their slow rhythm. He studies the rise and fall of Robert’s chest. The way his head droops forward, eyelids heavy. The freckled curve of his shoulders, marked with old scars and old pain, finally slouched in relief.
Herm watches Robert carefully, wondering if he was giving him what he needed. Robert looked calm, but Herm knew appearances could be misleading, and the responsibility weighed on him. He reminds himself to breathe, to stay present, even as doubt flickers through him - the fear that he might push too far, or not far enough, that he might fail him somehow. Still, Robert remained where he was, compliant, trusting, and that trust both steadied Herm and made his chest tighten with the weight of it.
A little nuzzle against his thigh draws Herm from his thoughts, and realizing the gentle pats had stopped he resumed the action with a gentle murmur,
“I know, pup, always want- always so needy.”
A smile grew on his lips as he was met with a shaky exhale, the nuzzling only increasing, one of Robert’s arms hooking more comfortably around his calf to pull his leg closer. Herm allowed his leg to be maneuvered for the older man’s comfort, leaning back comfortably on the back of the couch as he continued to stroke almost unbearably soft brown hair, the dampness from his fingers beginning to slick it down. His eyes flicked occasionally to the TV, but more often than not he found his gaze continuously drawn to his sweet puppy - the slow rise and fall of his chest, his head nodding forward like he was about to doze off right there, the beautiful line of his freckled and scarred shoulders slouching in relief as the weight of the world finally began to slip away.
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The feeling came over Robert quietly, like a tide he didn’t notice until his feet were already wet and the warm waves were lapping at his ankles. The beginning was always so soft - thoughts that usually chatter and compete begin to thin out, losing their sharp edges - fears, anxieties, failures, anger, all of it becomes easier to bear before fading away. Things dull to comfortably bearable. The failures of the day. The sharp sting and crushing weight of responsibility. The endless calculation. The world narrows. Despite the subtle blur at the margins, the moment itself feels heavy with meaning.
His body feels different, new: warm, floaty, and oddly distant as if sounds and sensations are passing through a thick layer of cotton before they reach him. Muscles loosen, tension slips away and he sinks further into the warmth. His breathing deepens and time becomes unreliable - minutes begin to stretch, and it’s hard to remember what came before each moment.
Sometimes tears would spill from the corners of his eyes as the sense of surrender courses through his scarred body, and finally a sense of relief fills him. Decision-making drops away. The constant effort of being in control goes blissfully silent. And for the first time since his childhood he trusts his safety, his body, his heart to someone else.
Words feel so far away, so unnecessary.
Herm always knew what he needed. Herm took such good care of him.
Safety and devotion and vulnerability swirl in his blood, the mix heady as it pumps through his body, warming his skin and blurring his thoughts. Right now, all he is is Herm’s pup. There’s nothing else to be, nothing else to do.
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They sat in the quiet for a while, but the peace was short-lived, as it often is when Robert has a particularly difficult day and needs a bit more help to fully clear his mind. The younger man felt a nudging nose against his thigh, looking down to see big brown eyes turned up at him, wide and wanting. He knew the look well. His boy needed a little more stimulation to wipe away the day he had. Robert didn’t have a favorite, cycling between wanting to warm Herm’s big cock with his throat or pussy, or laying across long thighs and having his cunt fingered open, among many others that they had tried out over the months - but there was something that the water hero had been wanting to try. They discussed it all weeks ago, and tonight felt like a good night to bring out some exciting, new distractions.
Reaching down, he brushes a pale thumb over perfect pink lips, Robert parting them slightly to lick at the pad of his finger. Herman offers him a gentle smile, petting the inside of his knee.
“Come here, pup.” As soon as Robert slipped to his hands and knees, Herm reached down to grab the pillow and place it in front of his foot. The smaller man pauses, his eyes widening as they catch on the new boots.
“I’m really enjoying the movie, but I can see my sweet boy is antsy- getting restless. Here.”
His long limb extends, placing his boot in the middle of the pillow in front of the couch, dripping hand reaching out to lift the leash dangling loosely from Robert’s collar. Wrapping it around his fist, he gives it a firm tug, forcing his pup to jerk forward.
The reaction is immediate. Herm can hear the hitch in Robert’s breathing, a low whine dragging itself from his throat. He sees his puppy beginning to squirm, thighs pushing together before he crawls over to the pillow, his knees resting on either side of Herman’s calf. He has to spread his legs a bit further, but once he does, his pretty little cunt is pushed right against the top of the boot placed firmly between his legs, his arms wrapping around the back of Herm’s leg, pushing his cheek against a bony knee, needy little sounds already escaping his bite-swollen lips.
Suppressing a pleased shudder, Herm glances down from the TV to offer a seemingly uninterested glance at his boy humping against his boot and the firm front of his calf. He can see Robert’s thighs shaking, the little movements of his hips jerky as he works himself against his owner. Strong arms tighten around his leg, Robert’s cheek pressing harder against his knee, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch in heat. A spot of drool begins to spread on his pants, darkening the green and making it stick further to his damp skin.
Herman reaches between his legs to push his palm against his aching cock. Robert looked so fucking good like this - desperate and whiny, eyes already glazed over, eager to be used. Little gasped moans begin to escape his pup’s lips and he smiles, hand sliding from his own cock to push his thumb into Robert’s mouth, rubbing over his tongue before tugging down on his bottom teeth, forcing his jaw open wider. A mix of his own water and spit drips down his leg and Robert’s chest, and the new position of his mouth forces louder sounds from his pup’s mouth.
“Good boy. That feels good, doesn’t it? Show me how you- how good you can be, I want to watch you cum on my leg like the desperate little puppy you are.” Herman winces at the slight stammer. He knew Robert didn’t mind, but normally the words were so easy like this, his pup hanging on his every word, just the two of them and no one else in the world.
Robert whines and shudders, his narrow hips speeding up rapidly, the lips of his cunt spread over the tongue of Herm’s boots, his swollen t-dick catching on the top of his shoe with each grind, slick spreading on the black leather. The younger man slides the thumb from his boyfriend’s mouth, replacing it with two long fingers, pushing down on that warm, wet tongue and angling for his throat, grinning slightly as Robert’s eyes roll back in his head, gagging and sucking desperately on the digits pushing further between his lips. His hips stutter and he whines, his grip turning bruising as he cums against Herm’s leg, his little dick twitching and throbbing as he rubs slowly against the soaked leather, choked sounds escaping him with the stimulation.
“What a good pup you are,” Herm murmured, sliding his fingers from Robert’s mouth to slip through auburn hair. Robert has his cheek resting against Herman’s knee, his tongue hanging out and dripping spit as he pants, big brown eyes looking up at the younger man in hazy adoration, tears already shining in the corners. His thighs lose all the tension holding him up, pushing his soaked, over-sensitive cunt down onto Herm’s boot.The taller man smiles to himself and pushes his foot forward, lifting it up and grinding it against the oversensitive cunt straddling him a few times just to watch his puppy gasp and tremble against him.
Robert’s breathing slows, and Herm watches as his eyes flutter closed. Gently, he gives a slow rub through dark hair. Inhaling deeply, Herm steadies his own shaky breathing, his arousal pressed insistently against the zipper of his pants.
“Is my pup thirsty?”
Robert’s eyes snap open, turning his gaze up to his owner. A soft whine escapes his pink lips and he nods, leaning in to rub his forehead against Herm’s knee.
“Fetch your bowl and bone.”
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Robert shivers as the command hits his ears, his skin still buzzing, pulse still beating so hard he can feel it in his cock, mind hazy and comfortable as slick begins to trickle down his inner thighs. Slowly, he leans forward on his hands and crawls over to the basket containing the rest of his play supplies. Pausing for a moment, his eyes sweep over the assortment, trying to decide which bone he wanted most today.
Leaning down he lifts his engraved bowl by the tag Herm had kindly attached to it to help him carry it in his teeth, the bowl resting upright comfortably against his chin. Dropping it next to the basket, he leans more fully into the basket to feign searching despite knowing exactly which toy he wanted, sitting right on top. It was a blue silicone bone attached to a leather strap that sat comfortably around his head. He allowed his hips to sway slightly, thighs shifting side to side as he deepened the arch in his back, thighs subtly spreading. He hears the sharp inhale behind him and he has to hide his smile, knowing that watching him present always made Waterboy crazy.
Lifting the teal bone-shaped gag from the basket with his teeth, it abruptly falls to the floor with a yelp as he feels a sharp swat on the back of his thighs. His head whips around and he can already feel spit gathering in his mouth with his arousal. Herm stands over him, tall and domineering, his presence confident and in control. He’s palming himself through his pants as he leans over Robert, gaze dark and voice intense.
“Bad dog. I asked you to bring your bowl and a bone and instead you’re here begging to play.”
A large hand wraps around his leash, tugging him back to face Herm, heat pools insistent in his belly. A boot slides the bowl in front of him before a steady stream of water from Waterboy’s fingers flow into it, the height causing droplets to splash over Robert’s face, arms, and chest, slowly trickling down. The sensation causing a shudder to course through him. He looks up through his lashes, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes, dragging a low groan from the younger man standing above him.
He can’t fight the small smile that tugs the corners of his lips, the expression dropping as Herm bends a knee to be beside him, long fingers trailing through his hair before firmly holding the back of his neck.
“Someone is not being good- is being very naughty tonight,” the bowl ran over, dripping on the ground and puddling around his hands, “You will drink every drop, and you will take your punishment like a good dog.”
Robert’s eyelids fluttered, a soft whimper escaping him, glancing down at the overfilled bowl between his hands. Leaning down on his elbows, his tongue darts out to lap at the water, a shuddered exhale coming from his side. He can feel Herm’s hand moving between his shoulder blades, the warmth of his hand traveling along his spine, drips of water sliding along his skin, tracking over his ribs and belly. The sensation made him dizzy.
Herman’s hand continued to move, landing on the tail and giving it a gentle tug, causing his head to jerk up and thighs to twitch. He glances over his shoulder and is immediately met with Herm’s stern gaze and a deep, correcting sound.
“I said every drop. Drink.” Waterboy’s hand skimmed over the minimal curve of his ass before withdrawing, Robert whining at the loss before leaning in to continue to drink.
A sharp yelp escapes him, his nose dipping into the bowl when Herm’s hand collides roughly with his upper thighs. It feels as if his arms will give out, heat and pain and tingling pleasure shoot through his nerves and he struggles focusing on his task, continuing to drink.
It seems to appease his owner which… is a bit of a shame. He pauses his drinking, hips swaying slightly, the soft curl of his tail brushing along the middle of his back where the curl ends. Another hot slap, this time lower, the pressure landing on his thighs and across his soaked pussy.
He can’t stop the desperate gasp that escapes him, whimpering and pushing back slightly, silently begging for more. He doesn’t dare turn away from his bowl, lapping loudly as his hips sway. His shoulders tense up as his lover’s hand withdraws from his warm, stinging skin - coming down again just as hard, the wet smack making him groan.
A wet line of slick connects Herm’s palm and Robert’s cunt as he draws his hand back and brings it down again, the former hero’s thighs trembling with the stimulation. The thoughts in his head grow fuzzier and further away. He didn’t want to tease, didn’t want to be bad. He wanted to be good for his owner, and he began to lap at the water faster, surprised that just as he reached the bottom, Herm’s fingers rested over the edge, filling it back to the top.
He swallowed his whine, he had already had so much to drink today - every time Herm checked on him he would bring him water. The pressure in his lower abdomen, taking up space behind his pubic bone, began to grow insistent and warm. Ignoring the sensation he continued to lap up the water, pleased that the rough spanking had developed into gentle stroking along his ass and back, damp fingers sending pleasant tingles where they brushed.
Robert swallowed down another entire bowl, the sensation in his abdomen growing uncomfortable. He felt so full, too full. He shifted on his knees, trying to push his thighs together as he holds it in. The bowl was empty, he did good. He allowed himself to sit up on his knees, getting ready to stand. The two had long ago discussed that if Robert needs to use the restroom or stop, he could get up whenever he’d like.
A sharp yank on his leash keeps him on his knees, brown eyes shooting over to meet stormy gray.
“I think my boy needs some additional training today.” Herm’s voice was low, aroused - feeling as if the sound of it was settling directly between Robert’s legs.
His owner’s expression softened, brushing his fingers through his messy hair, nudging against the soft ears, “Color?”
He asked so gently, and Robert felt the warmth bloom in his chest. His Herman, his lover, his owner. So good to him, so kind, so soft. He wanted to be good too.
His voice feels foreign on his own lips, as if it was coming from somewhere very far away.
“Green. Very green,” he murmurs softly, moving forward on his hands and knees to rub his head against Herman’s hip.
“Good,” he could hear the relieved sigh coming from Waterboy. He loved trying new things, and they always discussed it in depth weeks before, but starting something new tended to make his owner extra cautious.
“Sit. Stay,” Herm withdrew and Robert couldn’t stop the whine from clawing out of his throat as the warmth and comfort left his side, brown eyes following as his owner leaves and crosses the threshold into the bathroom.
Right, the bathroom. The weight in his lower belly was growing insistent, throbbing as he clenches his cunt to contain it, small waves of discomfort blending with pleasure traveling from his core through the rest of his frame. He squeezed his thighs together desperately, the tingling in his pelvis crossing the line from uncomfortable pressure to heat and arousal and desperation.
He couldn’t think, his mouth falling open as he begins to pant, a string of drool dripping down onto the floor where his bowl once sat. Crossing his ankles, he grinds his hips back, the toy shifting inside his ass, the unbearable pressure making him shudder, slick and his own cum dripping down his thighs. He doesn’t hear Herm return, too focused on the waves of pleasure trying to drown him, throaty moans escaping him involuntarily. He isn’t sure how long he’s left like this but it feels like an eternity.
Robert jolts as a hand lands softly on his head, vision hazy as he looks up. He must have been crying again, his cheeks are wet and he can feel the warmth trickling down them.
“Such a good boy. So patient. Didn’t want to have an accident in the house, did we?” The teasing edge to Herm’s voice made him whine, the arousal and need for release pushing hard against his pelvic floor.
“I know, pup. Come show- I want to see you show me how good you can be.”
Robert hears the words as if they’re a million miles away, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he looks up at his owner before following his gaze. Brown eyes landing on the pee pad in the middle of the room. A painful burst of arousal shoots through him and he can feel a small stream escape him, the pleasure in release only miniscule but drawing a choked moan from him nonetheless.
He feels a sharp yank on his leash, arms and legs shaking with the effort of holding himself up, of clenching hard enough to keep himself from pissing all over the floor before making it to the mat. He wanted to be good, he knew he could be good. A relieved whimper escapes him as his hands touch the soft, absorbent material, crawling over it slowly before looking up at his lover.
“Go on then,” Herm crouches in front of him, holding his chin in a large, hot hand, forcing their gazes to lock. Robert whines as he finally relaxes, feeling the hot liquid spilling down his thighs, dribbling between his knees onto the pad. The relief is instant, the pressure finally releases and he shudders, whimpering and squirming as he pees in the middle of their living room.
Herm never breaks his gaze, and Robert can’t think of anything except how good it feels and how grateful he is that his owner was taking such good care of him. He wanted to be good. He needed to be good so bad it hurt. He could feel his body shake, piss still pouring freely from his hole, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
Hot fingertips on his t-dick force his eyes to snap back open, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. One hand shoots out to grip Herm’s thigh, leaning forward to hide his face against the warm neck and strong shoulder in front of him. Herm’s hand drops from his chin, his arm wrapping around him to offer the support he needs as the other rubs rapid, firm circles against his clit. It’s too much, the heat is overpowering - the sensation striking him like lightning.
He bites down on the shoulder of Herm’s suit, whimpering and sobbing as he cums, piss and his own ejaculate squirting from his sex, his cock twitching against insistent fingers. Tears streak down his face and he collapses against his owner, thighs shaking as waves of pleasure tear through him, cunt pulsing as it pushes out any of the remaining liquid in his bladder. Soft cries escape him uncontrollably.
“Shh, I know, love. You were so- you did so well for me. Such a good boy,” the fingers withdraw, and Herm shifts slightly, gently resting him on a pillow as he kneels behind him to remove the tail plug holding his ass open. He can hear a low groan behind him but all he can think about are the strange sensations moving through him, the buzzing and heat and comfort.
Herm lifts him to his feet before sliding an arm behind his knees and lifting. He whimpers and rubs his face against the taller man’s chest, mind completely glazed over.
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Herm pressed tender kisses into auburn hair as he carried his puppy to the bathroom to clean him up. Warmth settled comfortably in his chest and limbs, the arousal that nearly had him cumming his pants as he watched his boyfriend come apart so intensely finally settling enough for him to think straight. The sight of Robert’s messy cunt, brown curls soaked in piss and cum as he shook and cried nearly sent him over the edge. He wanted so badly to slam his cock in, to feel the former hero unravel around him.
As they pass through the bathroom door, Robert stirs slightly against him, gaze dazed and wet as he looks up with those perfect, wide brown eyes. Herm can’t help but smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Gently he places Robert in the empty tub, pulling the showerhead off the wall along with the hose, turning on the water over the drain to avoid splashing his partner with cold water. As it warms, he glances over, finding Robert with his head lolling back against the tile, his limbs loose and relaxed. A surge of pride shot through him, happy he was always the one to be able to finally help him relax.
The water heated, and Herm started at Robert’s feet, a soft gasp escaping his partner, glancing up to find Robert’s eyes on him, a small smile on his bitten-pink lips. His gaze is so soft it makes Herman ache - how he ended up on this side of that look, how he landed Robert - it felt beyond him. Sometimes he was unsure, worried he couldn’t make him happy, couldn’t be enough - but then Robert would look at him like that and the world melted away.
Soaping up the softest washcloth, he rubbed the material gently over his partners feet and ankles, the warm water washing the suds down the drain. He continued up Robert’s legs, watching the slight tremble slow down, thighs falling open limply to rest against the cool porcelain. Herm rubbed the sudsy cloth over his inner thighs, carefully wiping away traces of piss and cum, carefully wiping the sides of his groin before grabbing another cloth to gently clean his partner’s swollen cunt. He moved the towel between his lips, wiping him clean before swiping it over his oversensitive clit. He watched Robert twitch, whimpering softly before reaching down, holding Herm’s fingers there, offering him a heated look.
Herman could feel his hips twitch at the look, wanting nothing more than to crawl in the tub and fuck his pup senseless. But he knew he needed to be good for his sake, get him cleaned and comfortable before taking him to bed. He lifts Robert’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before continuing to clean him up.
“Soon, love.” The answer was clearly not good enough as he watched the older man poke out his lower lip in a wobbly pout, drawing a chuckle from him. He speeds up his movements, cleaning Robert quickly to get them to bed that much faster. Once he is satisfied and all of the mess from the evening is cleaned from his pup’s skin, he turns off the water and grabs the fluffiest towel he can find, kneeling next to the tub and gently rubbing his lover dry. Wrapping him in the towel, he lifts him from the tub, exiting the steamy bathroom and moving to the bathroom and laying him out on the fluffy blankets.
Satisfied once he looks comfortable, Herman returns to his task. He dries Robert’s feet and legs, toweling him off softly. As he rubs along his inner thighs he can feel the smaller man’s hot gaze on him, watching as he spreads them wider, shifting his hips and displaying his cunt.
Herman shudders and it feels like his control finally snaps. He tosses the towel aside and leans in, licking a broad strip over that perfect pussy, groaning at the gentle, natural taste of Robert’s skin and the arousal still leaking from him. Wrapping his lips around the former hero’s t-dick, he sucks, swirling around it and flicking against the tip with quick movements of his tongue.
Soft moans and the sound of shifting sheets sound from above him, and he risks a glance up. Robert’s back is arched against the mattress, one arm draped over his eyes, his mouth open in breathy pants. His other hand rubs over his chest, fingers circling and pressing on his hardened nipples. Herman groans at the sight and Robert’s legs try to slam closed around his head at the feeling.
He doubles down, bobbing his head on that perfect little cock before popping off of it, moving down and prodding his tongue against the soaked hole spread out so perfectly for him. His tongue plunges inside, stroking along slick inner walls as Robert squirms.
“Inside, please…Herm, please..” the whiny plea drags his head up and his lover looks like a dream. Pale skin painted pink, bringing out his delicate freckles. Soft brown hair looks like a halo spread messily on the bed, his body loose and welcoming, the arousal and desperation and love in his eyes nearly enough to make Herm come undone.
Nodding shakily he moves back to strip, tugging off his clothing with dazed efficiency, watching as Robert trails his fingertips seductively over his flushed skin, occasionally reaching down to spread the lips of his cunt, showing off his fluttering pink hole.
Herm groans and crawls over him, stroking the length of his own hard cock as he leans in to press his lips tenderly to Robert’s. The urgency from earlier is gone - the kiss is messy but gentle, hot and loving, their tongues twining together languidly. He feels a small, calloused hand brush against his cock and it draws out a shudder, allowing Robert to guide him to where he’s needed most.
The first push into that wet heat is always exquisite, and his lips stop kissing his lover as he groans, eyebrows furrowed, the two sharing breathy moans into each other’s mouths as if they needed the air from the other more than the oxygen in the room. He pauses, balls deep and just letting Robert stretch around him - feel every inch, filling him completely. Warm limbs wrap around him, strong arms settling behind his neck, hands tangled in his hair as thighs wrap around his hips to pull him closer. Herman lets himself be pulled down, resting his elbows on either side of Robert’s head. His hips are drawn in so tight, torso pressed flush to the man under him.
“Fuck, you take me so well, baby,” his voice is quiet and strained as he keeps himself from fucking his partner through the mattress.
He slides one arm under Robert’s waist, holding him tight while the other slips under his upper back, gently holding the back of his neck. It felt like they were trying to melt together, to remove every millimeter of space between them. Herman only withdrew to continue to thrust into his lover. He can feel the t-dick slick and rubbing his stomach as he fills his boyfriend, holding him tightly. The two pant into each other’s mouths, brown doe eyes locked with steely gray, and nothing else in the world matters.
It’s slow, their bodies rolling together, and Herm can hardly tell where he ends and Robert begins. He thrusts deep, slow, grinding in as far as he can reach, watching as the man under him gasps and moans, his eyelashes fluttering prettily. His hand slips from Robert’s neck to rest under his head, cradling him gently as he fucks into him. Each movement has the lips brushing gently, and slowly Robert’s grip moves to his shoulders, clutching him slightly as his moans grow high and reedy.
Waterboy can feel his own end approaching, and his arm tightens under Robert’s waist, hips beginning to snap forward. He allows his head to fall forward, panting into his lover’s neck as he fucks into him harder.
“Inside..” Hot breath against his ear carries the word to him, and Herman shudders, hips thrusting involuntarily hard at the request as he nods against Robert’s cheek.
The two are panting, a tangled mess of limbs and need, the only sounds in the room are the sound of their breath, their skin colliding and sliding together, the soft moans being punched from their lungs. Herman’s thrusts speed up, grinding forward hard and deep at the end of each movement, the head of his cock pressing and rubbing against Robert’s cervix. He lifted his head as he felt warm tears against his cheek, his hand sliding out from under his lover’s head to hold his face gently, swiping his thumb gently through the tears. The press of their lips is enough to send them both careening over the edge.
Herm groans, pushing in deep and releasing, shuddering as it feels like endless streams of cum spill from him. It’s clear Robert can feel it too, his grip tightening and a loud moan filling the room as he cums. His cunt clenches down, walls fluttering and milking Herman for every drop. He knows Robert would need another bath after this but he couldn’t bring himself to care, hips grinding forward as he continues to come apart, cum gathering around his cock and spilling out of Robert’s hole, the excess of it pooling under him.
As Herman shifts to pull out, Robert whines and shakes his head. He pushes gently on Herman’s chest, and he moves easily, laying on his side, Robert firmly wrapping a leg around his hips to keep his cock buried in his filled pussy. Herman huffs a soft laugh, stroking through soft brown hair and adjusting to the new position, pressing kisses to Robert’s forehead as the two remain locked together.
Glancing down, warm brown eyes stare back. He reaches up to gently cup Robert’s cheek, leaning in for a soft kiss before the older man withdraws to curl against his chest, burying his face in the pale neck in front of him. Herman smiles, resting his chin on the former hero’s head, hand rubbing comfortingly along the other’s spine.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe. My good pup, so perfect…”
He smiles at the small shiver against him and the subtle tightening of a thigh. The two lay in silence, basking in the warmth and comfort of the other. Herman’s hand begins to slow in its ministrations and he doubts Robert will notice as the smaller man starts to go limp against him, a sleepy murmur hitting his ears.
“Love you, Herm..”
Waterboy sighs happily, carefully reaching over to turn off the light, pulling a clean blanket from the foot of the bed and draping it over them before wrapping Robert up in his arms once again, resting his cheek on the top of his head.
“I love you too, Robert,” he whispers back softly, already hearing the soft sounds of sleep escaping his partner, finally allowing his own eyes to close, sinking into the warmth and safety they’ve surrounded themselves with.