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Dennis Whitaker is patient.
For the most part.
He tries to be anyway, has to be, with him becoming a doctor and all. Growing up in a strict protestant church community in rural Nebraska, raised on a farm alongside three older brothers also helped. Having to wait until he moved out for college to buzz his long hair off and wear a binder like he’d wanted since he was ten taught him more about patience than anything else. Waiting until he’d move into the dorms for med school to tell his family he’d gotten into medical school, he thinks he’s the only person to have ever been able to withhold information about major life decisions for so long.
Being homeless, hopping from libraries, park benches, to shelters, then eventually holing up at the hospital. Dennis thinks he’s the rare few who weld the art of discretion and to truly understand what it meant to wait; To hold out for hope, for an opportunity, for the perfect moment.
So would Dennis say he’s patient? Yes, he thinks he is. Maybe not all the time, and maybe it doesn’t always come from a place of empathy or understanding, but he can wait. Until the time is right, there’s no rush.
Very contradictory to his career choice, he supposes, seeing as how he works as an emergency medicine doctor. He’s always running and rushing and trying to move the information in his head around as fast as possible to help the people who come in to see him, seeking medical assistance from him and his colleagues.
Maybe it’s the environment requiring him to constantly be on the go, or maybe it’s the sense of security now that he has somewhere to stay without having to worry about being charged with loitering, but Dennis Whitaker is finding it hard to have patience.
Specifically when it comes to Michael Robinavitch.
Dr. Robby is nice, a stellar doctor, stern mentor but boy does he know his craft.
He is also touchy. Not with any of the women on staff, no, that would make him a sleaze and Dennis would lose respect for him as a person all together.
Robby seems to only be touchy with him. And he really, really can’t complain. Not at first no, he was so starry eyed when they first met. Looking up (figuratively, but also physically) to the man who manages to save as many lives as one could, shouldering the weight of any backlash to their department, while also having a tiny corner in his heart to carry the lives lost under their care.
It’d only start out as an infatuation, just needing someone to worship or rely on when things get too much. But then the touches, so many of them, it started to make Dennis feel hot under the collar. When he’s woken up in the middle of the night, panting with a sizable wet patch on his bedsheets, Dennis knows for sure this has gone beyond any professional context.
He wanted Robby. Carnally.
The need in him felt electric, intensifying tenth fold when he had to face Robby next.
And it only grew from there, snowballing into something monstrous, perpetually burned by the heat of this unconventional desire.
Dennis used to be able to wait until he and Trinity got home to deal with it, skittering into his bedroom with the excuse of being tired, quickly abandoning his clothes to aggressively rub at his dick.
He’d bury his face into his blankets and pillows, whimpering Robby’s name pathetically, his too-small fingers desperately pushing into his wet hole, imagining them as Robby’s own. He would get rug burn from having to set a towel under him, having learned that his body gushes just for Robby and Robby alone.
It became a routine, wake up, go to work, try not to kill anyone, get manhandled around the ER, go home, then touch himself to the thought of the older attending that drags him around like a ragdoll.
It was fine, until his period came. Ovulation was a bitch, he had to wake up extra early just to rub one out before work, then three times at home before he could fall asleep.
“You look sick.” Trinity had noticed, saying how he was always red and warmer now instead of the sickly pale he had. She even made him do a bunch of tests just to make sure he didn’t have a flu or covid or some auto-immune issue.
He’d all but embarrassingly muttered to her about his menstrual cycle. Trinity laughed so hard she rolled off their sofa.
It was fine, he could wait until he was out of the hospital to deal with his obsessive need to climb Robby like a tree.
Until that day, they’d managed to save a six year old who had fallen off the stairs and hit her head so hard she’d fractured her skull. It was serious, it was all hands on deck until they could get her in for surgery. Dr. Shen was there, Robby dealing with a collision patient in the other trauma. But Whitaker did good under Shen’s guidance either way, and when Robby heard from the other attending, the praise just slipped out.
“Good boy, Whitaker.”
Dennis felt his stomach drop, his folds moisten immediately in his underwear. All he did was nod dumbly and muttered out a quiet ‘thanks’ before he ran off to the staff bathroom, locking the door behind him and checking it twice.
He sat on the cold toilet seat, shirt in his mouth as he rubbed his clit raw, biting back all the noises that were threatening to come out of his throat. He squirted so much it felt like he was pissing, and when he came to, he realized he’d been crying the whole time. Tears and spit stained his entire face.
He avoided Robby as much as he could for the rest of the shift, and when he got home, he touched himself through the night, until it hurt in the next evening.
Dennis Whitaker is patient about a lot of things, but not when it comes to Michael Robinavitch.
Which landed him here, smoking in the ambulance bay, needing a break from the suffocating tension he experiences whenever he’s around Robby.
But of course the universe couldn’t grant him even that, because not thirty seconds later the heavy thuds of Robby’s boots follow him into the unusually quiet area.
“You okay, kid?”
“Yeah, just needed some air.”
Robby just nods, arms folding at his chest. Dennis imagines what it would be like to push his face into it. He thinks it might be hairy, too. He hopes it is.
“It was uh, that was a tough case back there.”
Oh, he was here because he thinks Dennis needs comfort. And, sure, maybe he does. Mrs. Iglesias has a DNR and a DNI, but she also has serious pneumonia symptoms. All they could do was give her antibiotics and hope it’s enough to help her.
His job makes him feel so helpless sometimes. In ways he hadn’t thought possible, and in areas he didn’t even know would have to be addressed.
“Yeah,” He takes a drag, forcing his mind to space out lest he loses a nerve. “It’s weird, when patients don’t want to be treated but we still have to find a way to help them. Makes me feel pretty damn useless sometimes.”
“Yeah, sucks doesn’t it?” He can hear the tired smile in Robby’s voice, he always has that expression when he tries to comfort staff. “But you did good, you always do.”
God, Dennis feels like the worst person alive. But he’s so tired of fucking waiting.
Something in him snaps.
“Dr. Robby?”
“What’s up, kid?”
Dennis is squatting, crouched over with a cigarette in hand. They both stare into the wall opposite them. Whitaker was dejected, seemingly hollowed out.
“I think we should fuck.”
Robby splutters, looking at Dennis, thinking he must’ve lost his mind. The ER does do that to the best of doctors.
“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that.” Dennis doesn't need to look behind him to know Robby has turned his head away and is scratching at the nape of his neck.
“We just have so much tension, you know? We might as well get it out of our systems. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Dennis is tired, he can’t tell if it’s the job, the weather, or the constant edging he puts himself through, but he needs an out. He’s been a tightly wound coil, anymore and he’s going to break.
Robby blows out a harsh breath. Neither of them say anything, the added calm to the ambulance bay has Dennis feeling like the universe has granted him his wish for the first time ever.
“Fuck it.” Robby mutters under his breath, this does warrant Dennis to crane his neck slightly so look at the older man.
“Fine. Let’s do it. Tonight, my place.”
“Yeah. Meet you after shift.” Whitaker stumps out his cigarette, and makes a stand, stretching his tight muscles.
He turns and looks up at Robby, a tired but satisfied smile.
For the first time in his life, Dennis is glad he lost his patience.
“Dennis, I don’t know if this- I don’t know if I can do this…”
“Dr.Robby—“
“Let’s nuh—“
“Fine- Robby, actually no, Michael, you are literally inside me right now,” Dennis looks down at where Robby’s heavy cock has lodged itself in his wet hole, wiggling his hips a little for emphasis.
Robby groans, holding a pained expression as chilling pleasure runs up his spine.
“We are a few hours too late for us to dissect how bad of an idea this is.”
Dennis thinks back to just half an hour ago, how Robby had the chance to stop when he had him pressed up against his front door, tonguing into his mouth with his leg grinding against Dennis’ crotch.
“I need you to fuck me into your mattress right now,” His own hips meeting Robby’s in an upward motion, “and—hah, ohmygod—stop having an existential crisis when you have this third fucking leg in me.”
Robby just gapes, unsure what to do. He feels like the worst man in the world. But he still can’t help choking up at the feeling of Dennis tightening around him. Dennis Whitaker, MS4, his student, his subordinate. Half his fucking age. He shivers when he feels Dennis get wetter, already soaking the sheet beneath his perky little ass and Robby’s balls.
Circling his hips slowly, Dennis looks up at Robby with half lidded eyes, urging—tempting the other to make a move.
“Pleease,” An obscene moan escaping as the head of Robby’s cock almost catches the bundle of nerves inside him.
Saliva pools in Robby’s mouth, forgetting to swallow as he watches the younger man coming undone just by having his cock enter him.
“I uh—“
“Sir.”
Oh god.
Robby didn’t know he could get even harder.
“Fuck me. Please. Wanna be used.”
Dennis feels Robby’s cock dragging out, clenching down desperately to keep it inside.
“Robby no don’t leave—“
Robby’s hips snapped forward before he could even finish begging. The head fully grazes the spot inside him that makes him see stars.
Dennis chokes out a gasp, mind going blank completely. Before he could register what just happened, Robby pulls back and thrusts forward with just as much force as the last.
Dennis could only offer choked-out moans, a “Ha-hunhh?” when he feels Robby hit the intense bundle of nerves inside. And on a particularly slow but deliberate thrust, Dennis moans so loud and high pitched he almost doesn’t recognize his voice.
“Robby, more. Want more.” Dennis can see where they’re connected, and can tell that Robby wasn’t fully inside. “Want you, all of you. Please-uh!”
“Greedy little boy,” Robby grunts out, switching from long, bruising thrusts to short and quick ones, sliding himself further into the tight heat wrapped around him slowly, Robby leans down, nipping at Dennis’ ear.
“Gonna make you take all of my cock, baby boy. Gonna fill you up right to your pretty womb.” Dennis whines so loud he feels his throat strain. Robby reaches a hand down to his lower stomach and presses down. “Fuck you right up to here, pretty boy. I should push past your cervix,” Robby’s hand slides further down, until the rough pad of his middle finger is circling Dennis’ puffed up dick, his whole body locking as he feels a sudden onset of white hot flashing pleasure wrack through him.
“Then I’d empty my balls in you, sweetheart. Knock you up, leave a part of me in you so you stop being so cock-hungry. Hmm? What d’ya say? Will that keep you with me? Will it keep your tight little hole open only for me?”
“Nooneelse, no one else!”
Dennis yells when Robby pinches his clit, legs shaking from where they were wrapped around Robby’s wide waist. And he’s coming,, wave after overwhelming wave of painful arousal crashes through him. He’s loud, finally free to let everyone know just how good Robby makes him feel.
“Fuck baby, you’re a squirter?” He watches the younger man come undone, still fucking him through his mind-numbing climax, his sweet boy soaks both of their thick pubes and lower belly. He feels his balls tighten, wanting to unload all his semen into the inviting heat, to make good of his promise from earlier.
Dennis slowly comes down from his orgasm, body going limp as soon as the post-nut dopamine hits. He feels drugged up, so floaty that he thinks all he needs is a good fuck from Robby instead of pain meds if he ever needs them in the future. He doesn’t think he can feel anything from the neck down.
“Uh-ah!”
The tip of Robby’s cock kisses his cervix, the pain so delightful he can’t help but arch his back like a bow.
Dennis can feel everything, he feels Robby in his very throat.
“Didn’t think we were done, did you?” Robby rolls his hips meanly, eliciting a loud groan from Dennis, lying under him to do as he pleased. “ I didn’t even get to come yet, don’t wanna be a selfish boy now, do we?”
Robby lifts Dennis’ legs up, rolling his hips to be slightly suspended in the air. He presses Dennis’ knees towards his shoulder, using his own weight to press into him further, completely trapping him in this mating press.
He draws his hips back slightly, and was just about to thrust back in when he heard the weird noise Dennis makes.
“What’s wrong baby? Does it hurt somewhere?”
Dennis has his eyes screwed shut, shaking his head profusely, failing in his attempt to prove that he is okay. Robby obviously doesn’t buy it, he can see the pain etched into Dennis’ eyebrows. Straightening his back, he looks down.
There’s blood dripping onto the sheets, Not a lot, but enough to be a cause for concern for a senior doctor.
“Shit, kid. I’m sorry I was being too rough.”
“Nuh-no,” Dennis hiccups, tears and drool messing up his rosy cheeks. “Not yuh-your fault. ‘S my first time.”
“First time?”
Dennis nods meekily, watches as realization hits Robby.
“You’re a virgin.”
He whimpers, scared this is where it all ends. He locks his legs around Robby’s waist, scrambling for purchase on his thick biceps, not wanting the older man to pull away.
“Please don’t stop. I want you to be my first. Please.” His voice not much more than a whisper, desperation earnest in his pleading.
“Dennis, I just hurt you. At least let me check to make sure you’re not tearing or bleeding anywhere else.”
“It’s just my hymen.” Robby grits his teeth and hangs his head, looking away from the crying boy under him. He really is a monster for finding this debauched situation enticing.
But he can’t deny it, somewhere deep inside him is reeling at the fact that he is Dennis’ first. He gets to wet his bare dick in Dennis’ cunt, his untouched hole. And he’s so big, too big for the inexperienced boy that he’s done irreversible damage to his body, tearing the one thing that would’ve been used to prove his innocence had this been a different time.
And maybe it’s fucked up, maybe he’s leaning into outdated gender roles a little to much, but the way this beautiful man, practically a kid to Robby, is holding onto him, begging him to ruin him further, to debase him and make him impure. Roby feels a gross amount of precum leak out of him, and he knows Dennis feels it too, if the clenching thighs around his waist was anything to go by.
Robby was never a good man to begin with.
“You just want me to empty myself in you, don’t you? You want me to come right here,” A harsh thrust makes him bump the entrance of the cervix more.”Or maybe I should thrust inside?”
“Michael, uh-uh, please. Come inside. Insideee!”
Dennis looks up at him with teary eyes, tongue lolling out,
How is Robby supposed to say no to him?
“Yeah? I’ll give you what you want, pretty baby.” Dennis feels the strain in his hamstrings as Robby lifts most of his lower half up in the air, practically bending in half, his cock spitting precum and hitting the entrance to his cervix dead on.
“Get you all nice and pregnant, hmm?” His fingers meet each other around his waist, thumbs pressing down hard where his womb is. “Have you nice and round, right here, yeah? You wanna have my babies?”
“Yes, yes,” Dennis just nods along, agreeing to the filth Robby was spitting. “Want ‘em. Want your babies.”
Babies.
Robby’s thumb quickly finds Dennis’ dick again, thumbing in quick succession, matching the pace of his thrusts. His boy screams, squeezing around him, pulling a surprise second orgasm out of him. Dennis squirted more than he did the first time, drenching Robby’s chest as well. Robby has the sick thought of collecting it all and drinking it.
The thought finally has Robby toppling over the edge, a loud moan rips out of him. Spurts of thick, sticky semen shoot out of his pulsing member, dousing Dennis’ wet cunt in white.
Dennis whines and squirms in Robby’s hold, the feeling of Robby’s cum inside of him too hot it takes him too far into overstimulation.
“Shh, shh-sh. You want it to take, don’t you?”
Dennis moans, high and breathy, throwing his forearm over his face. He may have underestimated Robby due to his hesitation earlier, because this old man was talking so dirty to him he feels like his ears are going to melt off.
They stay like that, Dennis folded in half with Robby’s full weight on top of him stationing him. Only when their breaths slow and muscles start to really burn, did Robby roll back Still holding Dennis’ hips at an angle, he pulls out, and watches as a thick glob of his own cum mixed with Dennis’ slick drip out of the red, abused hole. It slowly rolls down and in between his soft asscheeks.
“Oh my god.” Dennis’ voice hoarse, he lies there staring up at the ceiling, moaning when he feels Robby spread his folds and sticks a finger in him again. “Whuh- what are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re not hurt anywhere else.”
“M’fine.” Dennis notes how he sounded like a petulant child, even to himself. “Nothing else hurts.”
“Uh-huh.” Robby doesn’t sound like he believes him, but Dennis doesn’t feel like persuading him right now, not with how stubborn and in-control he has to be all the time. He should’ve guessed his work habits would bleed into his private life, too.
Robby finally sets him back down onto the bed, Dennis looks down to meet Robby’s eyes, who sits there on his heels, head canted to the side and smiling fondly down at Dennis. Dennis can’t stop the lopsided smile that finds his own lips.
Robby scoots back, rough hands running up and down Dennis’ calves, a gesture so warm and intimate it has Dennis blushing pink. Robby swings his legs off the side of the bed, stretching into standing up. A loud groan slipping from his lips as he extends his back and legs. Turning to face Dennis, who is having an exceptionally hard time sitting up, he laughs under his breath. Cute, he thinks, but he can’t have Dennis trying to stand on his own right now, the provider in him screaming to take care of the cute boy.
Dennis yelps when his whole body gets lifted into mid-air.
“Robby put me down I can wa—”
“You could barely sit up just now. Just let me help you.” Robby sets Dennis down on the toilet seat, he winces as the cold makes contact with his flushed skin. “Can’t believe you didn’t wanna tell me you were a virgin.”
Dennis turns bright red.
“Oh C’mon,” Robby chuckles at Dennis’ bashful display, “I was coming right at your cervix earlier, but this is what has you feeling embarrassed?” He takes both of them into the washroom across the hall from his room. Dennis hisses at the cold sensation of the toilet seat against his burning skin.
“Shut. Up.” Dennis mumbles from where his face hides behind his hands. He peaks out from under after a moment, furrowing his brows at the older man.
“What?”
“I need to pee.”
“That you do.”
Dennis just keeps looking at Robby.
“Well go on, don’t make me stop you.” Robby stands there, back leaned against the wall , arms crossed in front of his bare chest.
“You need to leave.”
Robby laughs, shaking his head. “This is my bathroom, Dennis.”
“Oh my god, Robby you can’t watch me pee!” Dennis looks up at Robby, donning an incredulous expression.
“Who says?”
“Me! I say!” His hands flail around in exclamation. What the fuck. There's no way Robby wanted to watch him pee.
“Well then you’ll have to push me out, then.”
Has Robby always been this shameless?
“I can’t pee with you watching.”
“Need me to whistle?”
“No, oh my god. You’re impossible.”
“Just pee, Dennis.”
Robby kneels down onto the bathroom tiles, then he pulls Dennis legs apart and up.
“Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy and pee for me. Lemme see.”
Dennis whimpers.
“Fine,” Robby gets up and leaves, and tears roll down Dennis’ face, lips trembling. He hates the feeling of disappointing Robby.
But then Robby comes back, phone in his hand.
“I’m gonna record you, so you better do it or you’ll be on camera for being a brat and disobeying me.”
Dennis whines, shutting his eyes and bites his bruised lips.
He feels the first trickle of urine come out of him, moaning at the feeling.
“Good job, puppy. Look at me and the camera.”
Dennis forces his eyes open, meeting Robby’s molten gaze through half-lidded eyes.
The sound of his piss hitting the toilet echoes around them.
When the stream of liquid became small droplets coming out of his urethra, Dennis felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure shoot through his entire body, he twitched and shook uncontrollably.
Then he’s squirting again, coming just from performing for Robby.
“Michael—” He whines, loud, head thrown back in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” Robby feels a splash on his hand, looking down to see Dennis had squirted so much it got on his phone, blurring the camera. Dennis slumps against the toilet, legs shaking in the hitched up position
Robby helps wipe him dry, Dennis shivers when he feels his fingers through the thin toilet paper.
“You’re all puffy and red here." Robby says, lust barely contained behind his voice. He moves to lift Dennis again, who goes with him easily this time.
“You’re gonna hurt your back.”
“Been doing physio. Also, not that old.”
“Sure.” He jumps in Robby’s arms when he feels a pinch to his ass.
“Watch it. I’m about to eat you out now, so if you wanna come you should behave.”
Dennis lets out a shuddering breath.
“Yes, sir.”
From: Trin 💢
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