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It’s not as though things permanently improve for Robby in the aftermath of his most recent breakdown. One night being thoroughly topped, however hot and great it was, wouldn’t be enough to heal anybody’s hard-earned bad habits - let alone Robby’s winning combo of self-sacrifice and self-loathing, augmented by having one of the most repeatedly traumatic and high stakes jobs possible. But Robby tries. The week after Dennis takes him in hand, he actually kind of tries to look out for himself the way he looks out for everyone else.
On Tuesday, he starts bringing a water bottle to work. Dennis notices because he keeps finding it in places it shouldn’t be, more often than he sees it in Robby’s hand. He keeps leaving it in exam rooms, at the nurse’s station (Dana is not pleased about this), even once against the wall outside in the ambulance bay. Dennis can’t really blame him, with how fast things move in the ER. He returns it to him personally on a couple of occasions, and to Robby’s credit, it’s emptier every time, then full again halfway through the day. He’s trying.
On Friday, Dennis slumps into a swivel chair to catch up on his charting when he finds himself eavesdropping on a conversation between Robby and Mel a few feet away. They’re both staring at something on Mel’s phone.
“So, what, you just… look at it?” he hears Robby say.
“I focus on the colours,” Mel explains. “And the shapes, how they change and move. And I breathe. It helps.”
“Huh.”
“You could also try a glitter jar.”
He can practically hear Robby’s eyebrows raising. “Uh, tell me more.”
“You fill a jar or a bottle with water and add some glitter to it. Then when you’re feeling overwhelmed, you shake the jar and watch the glitter settle to the bottom. Same concept as the app. It’s engaging the parasympathetic nervous system, so it can be really calming after a stress response.”
Dennis grins to himself, imagining Robby shaking a jar of glitter and staring into it until he’s calmed down. Not likely - but it’s a sweet thought. And, to Mel’s credit, he can see how it could be effective.
“That’s interesting, Mel - thanks for showing me.” Dennis can tell he’s being sincere.
She beams at him. “You’re welcome! Though I’d probably recommend the lava lamp app more while you’re at work. You don't want to be carrying a jar of glitter around all day.”
Dennis catches up to him in the hallway a little while later. “Heard you talking with Mel earlier,” he says. “What’s this about a glitter jar?”
Robby huffs out a laugh. “Mindfulness techniques,” he explains. “I don’t know. It’s something to try.”
Dennis looks at him fondly. Robby gives him a quizzical stare back. “What?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. I’m just proud of you.” He saunters around the corner before Robby gets the chance to rebuff the praise.
At the end of Dennis’ shift, he’s pulling his stuff out of his locker to head out for the night when he hears someone else entering the room. Arms cage him in on either side of the locker; a taller, broader body presses up against his back. Robby’s beard grazes his ear, giving him goosebumps as he whispers in it. “You are in so much trouble, kid.”
Dennis tilts his head back, enjoying the attention and not really caring that anyone could walk in. “Yeah? What for?”
One of Robby’s hands snakes up his front to wrap around his throat - not choking, just resting there, gentle but possessive. It doesn’t need to cut off oxygen to be dizzying. “I told you you were going to pay for last weekend,” Robby murmurs.
“Oh, is that what this is?” Dennis snarks, grinning. “So far this kind of feels like you thanking me.”
“When did you get to be such a little brat?”
“Around the same time I found out how needy you really are.”
“Needy?” Robby chuckles darkly. “Oh, baby boy,” he whispers, with a little squeeze to Dennis’ throat. “You have no idea.”
Robby has to stay a few extra hours that evening, but he instructs Dennis to go to his place after his shift is over and to be ready for him. It’s a vague instruction, especially given that Robby also says he’ll bring home dinner for them, so Dennis isn’t really sure what he’s meant to be doing to get ready.
He takes a long, luxurious shower in Robby’s spacious walk-in, enjoying the seemingly limitless hot water. The water pressure is absolutely perfect, and it has him feeling relaxed and pliant by the time he’s rinsed the conditioner out of his hair.
He notices, then, that at some point since the last time he’s been there, Robby has brought a travel-sized bottle of his preferred brand of lube into the shower. It’s sitting there proudly next to the shower gel. Dennis smirks. Okay, so manhandling him and eating his ass in the shower last week had an impact. He wonders how many times Robby has touched himself while he’s thought about that night, and if it’s as often as he has.
Well, when in Rome.
He takes the lube and kneels down on the shower floor, and starts slowly working himself open. Demonstrating impeccable self-control given the circumstances, he doesn’t touch himself anywhere else. Once he’s managed to fit three fingers inside himself, the stretch feeling intense but not uncomfortable, he stops. It's enough that he'll be ready for Robby later. The thought of what Robby might have in store for him has Dennis blushing, even with no one there to see it.
He washes his hands, turns off the shower, and dries off with one of Robby’s massive, fluffy towels. Then he changes into a clean pair of boxers, and from Robby’s hamper, a Tragically Hip t-shirt from before he was born. Clean, dry, and pleasantly fucked open, he curls up in bed for a short nap before Robby comes home.
He wakes to a kiss on his temple and a much darker room. “Hi, sleepyhead,” Robby whispers gently. Dennis’ eyes open slowly, barely awake as he reaches for him.
“C’mere,” he says blearily. “Come hold me.”
“You sleep some more,” Robby says softly, petting his hair. “I’m going to get in the shower.”
Dennis grabs at Robby’s shirt, pulls him down into a kiss. “Don’t go,” he murmurs sweetly.
“Den, I stink. I’m all sweaty from the last 12 hours of meshugas.”
“Of what-a-what?” Dennis pulls him closer until Robby obliges, getting under the covers with him. “Don’t shower yet. I like it.” He noses into Robby’s armpit to emphasize his point, huffing deeply. “Mmph, god, it’s like a drug.”
Robby laughs. “You freak.” He rolls on top of Dennis then, nuzzling into his neck. Dennis wraps his legs around him.
“That was really cute today, with Mel,” Dennis says softly.
Robby pulls back and raises an eyebrow, bemused. “You’re really going to talk about Dr. King right now?”
“I mean you,” Dennis elaborates. “You know, trying. Trying new things, trying to take care of yourself. I meant it.”
“Meant what?”
Dennis sits up to regard him fondly. “That I’m proud of you. You’ve been really good to yourself this week.”
Robby just kisses him again. It starts out playful, affectionate, but soon shifts to something hungrier. Dennis feels himself getting hard already as he rocks up against him. Robby reaches down between them to palm him over his boxers, and he gasps, rolling his hips.
“Well, don’t go getting an ego about it,” Robby says softly, nipping at Dennis’ jaw, “But you were right. I made sure I was well fed and hydrated. I did some box breathing. And you know what? I felt good.”
He moves so quickly to maneuver Dennis’ body that he doesn’t even know what’s happening until he’s suddenly face down with Robby pressing into his back, pinning him before he has the chance to move. Dennis feels Robby’s weight on him, his knees on either side of Dennis’ legs keeping them squeezed together and his wrists gathered in one large hand, pressed into the mattress above his head. He could wrestle out of this if he really wanted to, but god, why on earth would he?
“I even booked in with a new therapist,” Robby adds. “Who knows, maybe this time it’ll take. The point is, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He leans down, sinks his teeth into the flesh of Dennis’ neck, eliciting a gasp. “I did those things because I needed you to be proud of me. It’s undignified.”
Dennis huffs out a breathless laugh, victorious. Sure, he’d rather Robby took care of himself for his own sake, but this is a step in the right direction.
Robby runs a hand down his side, hungrily. He speaks low, voice right in Dennis’ ear. “You were so good to me the other night. Took such good care of me when I wasn’t taking care of myself. And y’know what I learned? Know what you taught me, Den?”
“What?” Dennis pants.
Robby wedges a knee between his thighs to spread his legs open. “That I get to be selfish sometimes. I get to do things that are just for me. So you’re going to be a good boy and let me use you, and maybe, when I’m finished, I’ll take care of you, too.”
Dennis moans, opening his legs even wider.
“I know you could get out of this if you wanted to,” Robby growls, punctuating his point by grinding hard against Dennis’ ass. “My strong boy. But you don’t want to. You want to be good for me, right?”
Dennis grins a little, wiggling his ass. He can feel how hard Robby is against him, even through all the layers they’re both, inexplicably, still wearing. Then he feels Robby yanking his head back with a tight grip on his hair. “Answer me.”
“I wanna be good for you, Daddy.”
“Yeah? You gonna do as I say?”
“Don’t I always?”
Robby flips him around to straddle his legs. He pulls Dennis up to sitting, one hand behind his head and the other grabbing his face roughly. “Watch your fucking mouth,” he snaps. “Open.”
Dennis opens. Robby tilts his head back roughly before spitting directly onto his tongue. Dennis groans, swallowing it down and opening his mouth again, sticking his tongue out for more.
“Are you going to do as I say?” Robby asks again.
“Yes sir,” Dennis breathes. This newfound capacity for brattiness, barely a week old, is quickly dissipating as his body remembers what Robby can do to him, for him, if he is still and sweet and obedient. He likes being a good boy. It’s his most essential nature. Deep down, all he wants is to be useful, to do what is asked of him and be told he is good.
“Then let’s get you out of these clothes.” Robby makes quick work of his shirt - Dennis raises his arms above his head, ever the helpful one - and then his boxers.
Robby stands. He unbuckles his belt, reaches into his underwear to pull out his cock, securing his waistband behind his balls. He’s already wet and red and so, so hard. Dennis’ mouth waters.
“C’mere, baby.” Robby holds his cock at the base as he stalks toward Dennis. “Show me that pretty tongue again.”
On his knees on the bed, Dennis opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue, pink and wet. Robby rests his cock there, the tip weighty on Dennis’ tongue, but he doesn’t push in yet. Dennis, for his part, knows better than to move without permission. He stares up at Robby adoringly. He tastes precum leaking onto his tongue.
Robby reaches down and strokes his hair. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs affectionately. “I should take a picture some time, show the world what a good boy you are.”
Dennis’ cock leaks a droplet of precum at that. He gives Robby his best puppy dog eyes - though it’s not much of a change from how he’s already staring up at him. The fingers in his hair suddenly tighten painfully. “Go on.”
Dennis surges forward, not bothering to take his time with teasing licks or kisses. He takes Robby as deep as he can. Robby gives him a moment, lets his throat adjust to the intrusion and relax further. Just a moment, though. Soon enough he’s fucking into his mouth, until Dennis is seeing stars and thick rivulets of drool are dripping down his chin. He feels his mind going pleasantly fuzzy around the edges.
Without warning, Robby pushes him all the way down and holds him there. His throat spasms and his eyes water as he takes Robby fully, nose nestled into his pubic hair. “That’s it, prettyboy,” Robby says gently. “So goddamn sweet for me. Like you were made for this. Keep still, now.”
Dennis does his best to relax and breathe through his nose. He blinks up at Robby with damp eyes and sees Robby’s head thrown back, his own eyes shut as he focuses on the warm wetness of the throat around his cock.
Just when Dennis feels the stars in his vision getting to be too much, when he’s about to tap on Robby’s hip to signal for him to ease up, Robby pulls off of him with a wet sound. His mouth isn’t empty for long, as Robby replaces his cock with two thick fingers. Dennis sucks on them, moaning softly.
“Attaboy, Dennis,” Robby practically purrs. “Love that fucking mouth.”
Dennis whines softly, enjoying the praise.
He’s almost too dazed to react when Robby actually picks him up. Okay, sure, Robby’s just showing off - maybe his ego’s a little bruised from the way Dennis manhandled him last weekend - but he isn’t complaining. He wraps his legs around Robby’s waist, his arms around his neck, and lets it happen.
Robby eases himself down into the nearby armchair without dropping him. Dennis settles with a leg on either side of him, and Robby pulls him into a deep, filthy kiss. Then Robby’s hands are everywhere: yanking his head back by his hair, squeezing his face so his lips jut out obscenely, pinching his nipples hard enough that Dennis gasps. He can hardly keep track of what’s happening. Robby is touching him just for the sake of it, wherever he feels like, groping him like the malleable toy he is. One moment he’s got two thick fingers stuffed in his mouth again - he sucks them gratefully, flicks his tongue at the juncture between them, takes them as deep as he can. The next moment one of those fingers is circling his hole, and he can’t help the sounds he’s making.
He makes sure he's watching for the moment when Robby realizes that he's already fucked himself open. “Dennis!” Robby grins, incredulous.
Dennis preens. “You told me to be ready.”
“That I did,” Robby laughs, and shoves into him, hard, with two fingers. “Good boy, baby. You just needed your Daddy fucking you as soon as possible, huh?”
“Uh huh,” Dennis says sweetly. He’s flushed from the tips of his ears all the way down his chest. “Need you all the time.”
“I know you do.” Robby picks him up again, flips them over so that Dennis is in the chair with Robby standing over him. He grips the backs of Dennis’ knees and pushes them toward his chest so that he’s totally exposed. Dennis groans at the stretch in his legs, pushes them open wider. Robby crowds him in the chair, arms on either side of him, and kisses him roughly. He grinds into Dennis, and their cocks slide against each other deliciously. Dennis feels the material of Robby’s cargo pants rasp against his thighs - intoxicating - and is once again bewildered at the fact that all this could be happening with Robby still in his clothes.
Still, there’s something unbelievably hot about being naked while Robby is still more or less completely dressed. Dennis feels small and exposed, like a pinned insect; kept and cherished like a faithful pet.
“Keep your legs like that. Hold yourself open for me, sweet boy.” Robby moves Dennis’ hands so they replace his at the backs of Dennis’ knees. Always one to go above and beyond, Dennis lets his hands slide down further, holding his ass open for Robby with fingers firm enough to bruise himself.
“Fuck, baby.” Robby is mesmerized, eyes transfixed on him. He fingers Dennis almost casually, like he’s got all the time in the world. “What a pretty hole. Such a good boy, showing off.”
Dennis cries out when he feels Robby’s tongue shoving into him next, the scruff of his beard delightfully rough on his sensitive skin. “I can’t get enough of you,” Robby murmurs, right up against him, before licking at his rim again.
“Please,” Dennis sighs.
“Be patient.” He replaces his tongue with a knuckle, uses it to massage Dennis’ rim. Any time his tongue’s not touching Dennis, his fingers are there. When his fingers leave him, that mouth returns.
It’s so good. Dennis can’t remember a time when he wasn’t being touched. This is all there is.
He doesn’t even really register that he’s spoken out loud the next time he whines, “Please fuck me.” The words spill out of him almost involuntarily. Still, it’s enough to make Robby surge up to grip his face roughly.
“I said, be patient,” he snarls, before taking Dennis’ mouth in a bruising kiss. Dennis tastes copper when Robby bites his bottom lip. “You’ll get what you want. After I do.”
That takes him by surprise. Robby’s never drawn blood before. It’s not very much, but it’s there, and it makes Dennis feel bold, rebellious. Once Robby buries his face between his cheeks again (once he’s sure Robby isn’t looking) Dennis starts working his cock, groaning at the relief of contact after being so hard for so long. Robby doesn’t notice, eyes gently closed as he focuses on the task at hand.
He doesn’t know how Robby will respond if he catches him. He only knows he hasn’t received permission to touch himself, and given the mood Robby seems to be in, he doubts that he will. Not for a while yet, anyway. He’s impatient, and the tongue in his ass feels so good, and he wants, so he does. He’ll stop before Robby notices, he reasons. Or he won’t. Maybe he’ll get in trouble just to see what happens. After last weekend, watching Robby crawl on the floor toward him, hearing him beg to be fucked, Dennis has to see what other buttons he can press, as a matter of principle.
As the pleasure builds deep in his gut, Dennis shuts his eyes, letting himself just feel it. His free hand reaches down lazily to play with his nipple. He’s close, so close, when he hears, “Oh, you are so busted.”
Dennis freezes. Robby grips his wrist and tears it away from his pulsing cock. The orgasm that had been barreling toward him recedes before its waves can break; Dennis lets out a whine at the loss of contact.
“Get up,” Robby says, and doesn’t give him the option. Dennis lets himself be manhandled until he finds himself on his knees and elbows on the floor, back arched and ass in the air.
Robby spanks him, hard. Dennis keens, the pain blinding but brief. This doesn’t happen very often. Even after all the wicked things they do together, and despite Dennis’ assurances that he wants it, that he likes it, Robby’s still squeamish about hitting him. It’s kind of sweet. He only comes down on Dennis’ ass cheek once, but it’s perfectly aimed and it stings beautifully.
“Greedy thing.” Robby squeezes the cheek he’s just smacked. “Didn’t I say you’d get what you want?”
“M’sorry,” Dennis whines, not sorry in the slightest.
He hears Robby stand up and walk… well, somewhere else in the room. Dennis is too far gone to raise his head and look. Robby’s not away for too long, though. Dennis hears the sound of the cap of a bottle of lube opening and closing, and then he’s gasping as Robby pushes into him all at once. It stretches, burns just enough. It feels so good it knocks the wind out of him.
“Oh my god,” he moans. “Daddy - fuck.”
Robby shoves him down with a palm between his shoulders, until Dennis’ whole chest is on the floor. Then his hands go to Dennis’ hips, framing them in a bruising grip as he pulls Dennis onto his cock over and over again, like a weightless thing, like a toy.
“Fuck, that’s so good, Den,” Robby pants as he drives into him. “Such a good hole for me. God, the way you feel -” He lets out a groan when Dennis squeezes around him.
The room is filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and Dennis becomes vaguely aware that Robby must have finally gotten naked at some point. They’re both sweating, and he can feel it between them when Robby yanks him up to kneeling and presses his chest to his back. He glances down and sees the puddle of drool he’s left on the floor, and thinks, briefly, that it’s a wonder there’s not a matching puddle from his cock.
He has no idea where the hell Robby got the energy to throw him around like this, but he hopes it never ends.
He can barely hold himself up, but Robby’s supporting his weight just fine. Robby mouths along his shoulder and neck as his fingers trail down his abdomen, teasingly close to where Dennis needs him. His beard leaves the back of Dennis’ neck rough and red. “Think you can come for me like this, baby?” Robby’s hot breath is right in his ear. It makes goosebumps rise up on his skin.
Dennis struggles to form a coherent sentence. “I - can you - will you…”
“Mm, too fuckdrunk to use your words? That’s so cute.”
The condescension only turns Dennis on more. His voice jumps every time the force of Robby’s thrusting hits him deep inside, but he manages, “Please touch me. M-my cock. Please.”
Robby laughs, stilling inside him briefly. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you forget the stunt you just pulled? No, you lost that privilege. You’re going to come just like this,” he punctuates with a sharp, hard thrust, “Or not at all.”
Dennis whines as Robby goes back to fucking him mercilessly. “I know you can do it, baby,” Robby whispers in his ear. “You tell me when you’re getting close, okay?”
Dennis goes slack in his arms, lets the sensation overwhelm him. Robby’s cock stretching him open, sliding against his prostate; Robby’s teeth sinking into his shoulder, his neck, like he wants to devour him whole. Robby’s hands reach around to play with his nipples, just lightly, just enough for them to feel so, so torturously sensitive. All the while, he's murmuring the filthiest things he can think of, directly into Dennis' ear canal. “So good, so fucking sweet, letting your Daddy use you all up like this. My good boy. My pretty fucktoy. You just want to be a sleeve for my cock, huh? Just a warm place for Daddy to keep his dick wet?”
Dennis can only nod and whimper as he feels the heat and tension ratcheting up inside himself, closer and closer to the edge. “M’close,” he manages.
“Yeah?” Robby reaches up to squeeze the sides of his throat in a blood choke. It’s so much, so good. “Okay, baby. Come for me, c’mon.”
Seconds later, Dennis is coming untouched, blindingly hard and powerful. His cum lands on the floor, some of it mixing with the drool already there. Robby lets go of his throat, squeezes his sensitive, still-pulsing cock. It makes him yelp, still sensitive enough that the extra touch is bordering on painful. “That’s my boy,” he growls. “Fuck.”
Robby pushes him back down to the floor so he’s completely on his stomach in the puddle of spit and cum before fucking into him with abandon. He comes with a sharp grunt moments later, filling Dennis up as he crushes him into the hardwood.
Robby collapses on top of him. The weight would be nice, comfortable, if not for the literal sticky situation underneath them, but Dennis is too thoroughly railed to care. After a couple minutes like this, both of them panting with exertion, he hears himself letting out a delirious giggle. “Ha, wow.” Weakly, he reaches up and behind him to touch whatever part of Robby he can find, which happens to be the top of his head. “Nice.”
Robby laughs too, endlessly endeared to this sweet thing underneath him. “Wow and nice indeed,” he says, and Dennis giggles some more. “Shall we get you cleaned up, boychik?”
“I don’t know if I can move,” Dennis drawls.
“Bed will be cozier,” Robby offers, and Dennis has to admit, the man has a point. It’s starting to get cold on the floor, fluids drying under him, and Robby’s weight is grounding but it’s beginning to feel heavy.
“Yeah, alright,” he says sleepily.
He lets Robby haul him up, sit him on the bed. He waits patiently for him to retrieve a warm washcloth, relaxes into the touch as he’s carefully cleaned off. A small smile stays on his face the whole time.
“What’s that about?” Robby teases, touching the tip of his thumb to the corner of Dennis’ mouth.
“Mmm, just happy,” Dennis murmurs. “Tired.”
Robby lies on his back on the bed, opens his arms. He doesn’t have to say anything for Dennis to curl up beside him - Dennis finds his way there instinctually, like there are magnets in both of their chests.
Dennis peeks one eye open, smile widening mischievously. “Attaboy,” he whispers.
Robby laughs out loud. “Hey, that’s my line.”