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Robby waited, sitting naked against the headboard like Dennis had asked. He never knew what Dennis planned, and the thrill of it already had his cock lying thick on his thigh. Even being here in Dennis's bedroom was unusual. He'd only been here a couple of times, when he was picking Dennis up to take him somewhere else. Once just for a look around, to peek in on how Dennis lived, another time when Dennis wanted to shower before they went out. Robby had never sat naked in Dennis's bedroom, waiting for him to come back from the bathroom.
It had the feel of a room someone had never thought to make permanent. Holes and scars in the off-white paint from a previous tenant hanging things on the wall, but nothing of Dennis's except a photo of him and Trinity at the bar, blu-tacked over the single chest of drawers. Clothes were hung on the door and slung on top of the drawers like they might get another wear before washing, but there was nothing personal, nothing decorative or fun. Unless you counted the six pillows, which explained the way Dennis liked to bury himself in Robby's bed. There was a pump bottle of moisturiser sitting beside the black paisley toiletries bag on the nightstand. Robby shivered, imagining Dennis putting that moisturiser to use. Sitting right where Robby was now. Thinking of things that he wanted to do to Robby.
Dennis stopped in the doorway, leaned on the jamb and smiled. "Nobody would ever believe how obedient you are."
"Let's not tell them."
Dennis laughed, stripping off his green t-shirt and khakis and climbing over the bed to sit astride Robby's lap. Broad pale shoulders, lean hips, a posture that made people underestimate him. "Is that why you're already getting hard? Proud of yourself for being so obedient?"
"Waiting for you to come join me." Also, a little bit the obedience thing. Robby was as hard as he was going to get without some direct stimulation.
Dennis draped his arms over Robby's shoulders and Robby wrapped himself completely around Dennis, hauling him forward and they kissed, wound tight together, and it was perfect.
God knew how it had taken five decades to discover this about himself. He'd watched the full rainbow of porn that was out there, always found the dom-sub stuff pretty corny. A little bossing around in bed, sure, but playing out scenes? He'd skip right on to the next video.
He'd never imagined how it could twist him up somewhere beneath his gut, how anticipating someone's approval might make his breaths shorten. Maybe he wouldn't have liked it in his twenties; maybe he needed to get his fill of the pressure of being chief attending to know how nice it was to let someone else make decisions.
Or maybe it wasn't 'someone'. Maybe it was one specific person, who had to grow up and finish school and graduate, become a man who could show Robby what he was missing.
That first night, Dennis had told him, "Put your hands up behind your head. Don't move them." And he'd turned Robby inside out.
Robby wound one arm around Dennis's shoulders and one around his waist, there were two happy sighs as he hugged Dennis's hard body tight to his chest like he could pull him inside. Their lips danced, playful and sweet. So different to the women Robby had known. His mouth was firmer, there were never cosmetics or perfumes, and sometimes Robby could feel the prickle of stubble. Not today.
There was also Dennis being a man. That was new. That had brought him to a grinding halt, when the latest in Robby's long line of proteges stepped into Robby's touch and smiled up at him like that, and Robby realised, in one life-altering moment, that Dennis wasn't the next in a long line of anything. He was altogether different. Robby hadn't realised how different, at the time. Thank God. One staggering revelation at a time.
Dennis pulled back, wriggling off Robby's cock, unfortunately, to straddle closer to his knees. Robby worked on getting his breath back, and enjoying the view. He wanted to kiss Dennis for an hour or two. He wanted to roll them over and let Dennis tell him again, step by tiny step, how to suck a man's cock. He wanted to spread his legs and let Dennis inside him.
Dennis would tell Robby what he wanted.
There was one thing Robby definitely wanted. "Santos won't be home any time soon?"
One eyebrow rose. "She knows about us."
Obviously. Robby would have known that from the dangerous looks she'd been giving him at work, even if Dennis hadn't already told Robby that he told her. She knew Dennis better than anyone, but she still seriously underestimated their Huckleberry. "I know that. I just meant she's somewhere near the top of the list of people I don't want to confront when I'm pantsless."
Dennis laughed. "Trinity's a pussycat."
"Yeah, a leopard. And she thinks you're a cub."
Dennis smiled. "Am I not?"
Robby shook his head and kissed him again, and Dennis allowed it. He hadn't answered his question.
Dennis wasn't like the videos Robby had skipped past. Dennis didn't wear leather or make Robby call him sir. Dennis just told him to do things, and Robby wanted to do them, to make Dennis happy. And Dennis always rewarded him. At first it was all easy. A calm voice, always sure even when Robby wasn't. Put your hands here. Wear the blue shirt tonight. Bend over for me.
And then sometimes it was harder.
Sit still.
Don't come.
Tell me how you feel.
Robby desperately hoped Dennis would only ever use his power for good, because Robby didn't know how smart he would be if Dennis led him astray.
Dennis pushed him back again. He had something special planned for tonight; Robby could tell that much.
Once Dennis shaved Robby's balls. That was, well. A whole new kind of sensitivity. Dennis shaved them and then he gave them a tongue bath that had Robby so worked up that it only took one lick from his balls up to his glans for Robby to come.
Dennis had enjoyed Robby's reaction, but he seemed to have an even better time through their next few shifts, watching Robby squirm as it grew back, prickling and itching. Dennis caught him in an empty room, giving himself a blissfully soothing and thorough scratch. Dennis shook his head and said, "Keep your hands off it," and Robby spent the next three days grabbing onto anything: pens, bed rails, his own sweater, to keep from relieving the itch.
Dennis rewarded him well.
Dennis pulled a couple more cushions over, and put them behind Robby's lower back so he was leaning back a little. Another pillow behind his head. "You comfortable?"
"Yeah." Robby had no idea what was about to happen, but heat was pooling all through his body. He liked being in Dennis's space for this.
"Okay. You're allowed to grab the bedding." And with that, Dennis put his mouth over Robby's nipple, and sucked.
Women had tweaked Robby's nipples now and then, or sucked a little, but none of them had got worked up about them like Dennis, licking him and biting and sometimes rough with them but always with intent, calling them 'tits' and sometimes twisting them right when Robby came. Robby wasn't particularly sensitive there but Dennis knew how to make them sting in a way that... Robby had learned a lot about his own body since Dennis found him.
Dennis scratched at the hair on Robby's chest, cupping the mounds that were more fat than pectoral and telling them, more than Robby, "These are beautiful tits." Robby knew his cheeks were flushing but he liked it. His body was beautiful to Dennis, manly tits to skinny legs, and Robby was forgetting what it was like to care what anyone but Dennis thought.
Tonight Dennis was gentle, kitten licks and nuzzling through Robby's fur, spreading his hands to lightly massage Robby's whole chest. It was intoxicating.
Robby lifted his hand to the back of Dennis's neck, just to touch, to feel the delicate bumps of cervical spine, and Dennis paused, a tongue's-length from Robby's chest, looking up through his lashes. Robby put his hand back on the bed. Obedient. Dennis brushed a chaste kiss right there, but now he sat up.
Robby wanted to say sorry for interrupting, to beg him to go back, but Dennis never wanted apologies.
He reached the nightstand with just a little stretch. He used the pump bottle, and Robby realised it was sanitiser, not moisturiser. He worked it over his hands like he had done a hundred times before, and for the first time, the sight of it did something discordant along Robby's nerves. Reaching again, to open the toiletries bag beside it and Robby's breath slowed right down as Dennis started extracting and lining up the contents. A felt-tip pen. Alcohol wipes. A few packets of single-use gloves. Two two-inch cannulas. Forceps.
Robby didn't fully register what he was looking at until two small barbells were laid at the end. Oh. Shit.
Robby's head jerked up. He held his breath, waited for Dennis to start talking, but Dennis only reached for one of the packets of gloves, his weight shifting over Robby's thighs - a little pressure but not his full weight. He tore open the packet and snapped them on, stretched his fingers to be sure they were settled.
Dennis was in Robby's lap, wearing surgical gloves. There were forceps on the table. Tiny barbells.
Not that tiny.
The paper tear of the alcohol wipe sachet was loud. Dennis unfolded the wipe and dragged it over Robby's right nipple. Robby gasped at the chill of alcohol hardening it to a peak, soaking the hair around it. Dennis's eyes were only on his work, but his touch was less professional. Robby gasped again as his nipple was pinched and tugged with the wipe, coarsely handled but thorough. Like he was seriously planning to go through with this.
And then the left, just the same, leaving the skin and the hair surrounding them shining wetly, the sharp scent of alcohol tickling Robby's nose.
Robby wasn't... Robby didn't. Robby pierced his ear in college, drunk with friends, but he hadn't put anything in it since the nineties.
He noted, distantly, that his cock was thick, still, even with...
Dennis scrunched the wipe and dropped it on the nightstand behind the toiletries bag. Above his waistline, if you tugged a set of FIGS over his bare chest, Dennis would look nothing but clinical, but below that he was clearly, unmistakably, hard.
Dennis hunched down, looking Robby's chest over like he was offering a consult and Robby wondered, stupidly, what would happen if he asked for the differential. But no words came.
He knew what Dennis was planning. Robby just didn't know if he would say yes or no.
Dennis's gloved fingers skimmed lightly around the outside of Robby's right areola, pressing the dark curls flat, and Robby only realised Dennis had the pen in his hand when he marked a dot in the inside of his nipple, another on the outside.
A whimper fell from Robby's lips at the tiny sharp pokes, and from the nerves choking his throat. That was a place for a needle. Dennis's hands and steady gaze were professional, nothing like the way he usually touched Robby. He tipped his head from side to side to judge them, and then spread his left hand flat against the left side of Robby's chest, thumb and forefinger framing Robby's other nipple as he leaned in to mark either side. Feigning that he didn't notice the way Robby's chest rose and fell under his palm.
It was something, that stark naked and half-hard beneath him, Robby looked up and saw the attending Dennis was going to be one day. A man Robby still only glimpsed in moments on the ED floor.
Dennis capped the pen and laid it aside, and he picked up one of the cannulas, and he sat back, and he finally met Robby's eyes, and he waited, calm.
The cannula sat lightly between his first two fingers, inches from the place Dennis had just marked with two tiny dots. The height of Robby's heart.
It was three seconds. Four perhaps. Looking silently at Robby with serious eyes, and waiting for an objection. But he didn't ask, so Robby only stared back. Trying to decide what he'd say, if Dennis did ask. Would Robby really let Dennis do this? If he asked?
He was a fifty-six year-old man. Chief attending of one of Pennsylvania's biggest trauma centres. He didn't pierce his nipples. He didn't get body piercings on a whim in his boyfriend's bedroom like some kind of contrarian teenager.
But if Dennis told him...
That strange, nervous, twisting feeling fluttered beneath Robby's gut.
Surely this was too far.
Dennis didn't ask.
After the moment of quiet, he picked up the forceps, and said, "You can put your hands on my knees, if you need to," and he turned his focus to Robby's right nipple.
Robby put his hands on Dennis's knees.
Like any medical procedure. Eyes on the subject, lips pressed together, something more like certainty than confidence, but Dennis was naked, over Robby's naked lap, and there was no hiding that he was more than a little hard. He had forceps in one hand and his other gloved hand was on Robby's chest, every shift in his touch flaring through Robby's nerves. He closed the forceps behind Robby's nipple, a pinch hard enough to make Robby grunt but Dennis didn't flinch at the sound.
This was going to hurt, and the fear was sour in Robby's throat. Robby's grip was digging into Dennis's knees. Marks traded for marks, but Dennis's bruises would fade in a day or two. What Dennis seemed to be about to do to Robby... Robby was going to see this in the mirror. Feel it under his clothes. For always, if he wanted.
Which...
But it was going to hurt.
Dennis lined up the viciously sharp point of the cannula, double-checked his angle, gave a quiet command to "Take a breath," and then fuck, Christ, it hurt, it fucking hurt, Robby jammed his teeth together but couldn't hold back the whine. Dennis never hesitated; he put the forceps aside and slipped out the needle and replaced it with the stud, another shot of pain as the cannula whipped out, and Dennis was gentle as he spun on the ball but it fucking hurt. Everything hurt.
"Breathe" Dennis said softly, and Robby let out his breath, but that hurt as well.
Dennis surged forward, sat right on Robby's cock and ground down on it as pulled Robby's face down to jam their mouths together, a kiss that was all hunger and teeth, dragging all the air out of him, and the pain bloomed into more.
"Feel it down there," Dennis said into his mouth, and Robby did; neurons firing in a chain from his abused nipple to his cock jabbing into Dennis's perineum, pain mutating into something else. Something that hardened him, and settled in his balls. Dennis made a sound of approval and Robby tried to lick more of that out of him.
Dennis broke the kiss, pressed his cheek to Robby's, against the sharp bone and the crinkle of beard. "Okay, Robby?"
"Hurts."
"I know." Dennis crunched himself down to press a kiss beside it, on the thin skin over Robby's ribs. "I'll help you with that in a minute."
Robby closed his eyes and grimaced. If Dennis had lidocaine in that bag and was saving it for later, Robby might kill him.
Dennis sat tall again, hands lingering on Robby's face, checking him over like the pain was somewhere up here. Robby wanted to ask him to stay, to touch him like this for longer, but Dennis seemed satisfied, brushing his nitrile thumbs through Robby's beard before letting go and dragging off the gloves, leaning to the nightstand to open a fresh pair.
They were going to do this again.
It was worse this time. Robby knew how much it was going to hurt, the first one was still hurting, but Dennis had opened the window and closed it again. Robby squeezed his knees.
Dennis pulled on the gloves, and then reached for the forceps and the second cannula. Robby's first piercing throbbed in warning, and Robby stared down at it, like he'd just realised it was there. His nipple was pierced. Silver balls sparkled in a bed of dark curling hair, foreign, a stranger's chest.
The forceps pinched the other side and Robby gasped, the slight twist back and forth as Dennis checked his marks felt cruel, and then the fat cannula tore through, pain compounded. Robby breathed hard, fighting the moan swelling his chest, digging his fingers into Dennis's tendons. Not done yet. His nerves flared as the forceps let go, clattering on the table. Dennis's fingers were deft but the stud still had to be guided in, Robby letting out a whimper as the thick cannula was torn out, the stud screwed together.
Robby's eyes stung, tears burning at the edges.
"It's done."
It was done but it still hurt, his whole ribcage hurt in sympathy, it was going to hurt for days.
Dennis stripped his gloves and tossed them on the floor and shifted forward, practically sitting on Robby's hips, and he cupped his face, scratching bare sweaty fingers through his beard. "You were brave."
Robby didn't know what to do with that right now. He couldn't meet Dennis's gaze so he stared at his mouth.
"I'm proud of you."
A sound escaped, small and weak.
"So good for me," his voice rasped and Robby looked up, saw the wild look in Dennis's eyes.
Dennis reached behind himself for Robby's cock, the light touch enough to make Robby gasp, he was so fucking hard, pulsing and sensitive like his tits. If Dennis jerked him off like this Robby would- Dennis twisted his hips and oh, oh, fuck, he'd put the head of Robby's cock in his cleft, and it was already slick. "Dennissss."
Dennis wrinkled his nose, blinked and looked down at Robby's chest, tugged Robby's cock around until Robby could feel the clenched whorl pressed to the head of him. Sounding high and needy as he said, "I know it hurts, but I want you to put all that pain in me."
Fuck. They didn't do this. Since the first time Dennis put Robby's legs up in the air, it had been Dennis in Robby, and Robby had never cared to change it. He'd had a lifetime on the other side. He loved Dennis filling him.
But Robby put his hands on Dennis's hips, shaped his hands around those curves. His chest ached but his cock was pressed to rapture.
"Put your cock in me, Robby."
Robby huffed, and tugged him down. Not total obedience. He wasn't putting his cock in Dennis, he was pulling Dennis down on his cock, pressing against a locked entrance. Dennis lifted his chin and bit his lip, and his shoulders sagged, and he took Robby in.
Shit. Shit. He was so tight. Nothing like the sweet welcome of pussy: Dennis's body clamped on the head of Robby's cock, a slick grip that wouldn't let go.
Dennis's eyes closed, head falling back. He was so tight but he was slippery and he took Robby inside him, a vice inching slowly down until he was sitting on Robby's lap, and Robby was buried in Dennis.
"Just like that. Perfect," Dennis muttered, and he opened his big blue eyes, fixing on Robby's face and then drifting down. "Fuck. Oh. Wow. That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." He put his hands on Robby's shoulders, a crooked smile curling his lips. "Silver glinting through the jungle."
"You'd better fucking like it: you did it." Robby's voice hit a high note.
Dennis laughed aloud and Robby wheezed at discovering what that kind of clench felt like on his cock.
It wasn't like Robby had forgotten the pain, but Dennis's attention tangled the burn straight down through Robby's guts to his cock. Inside Dennis. Dennis rolled his hips and Robby moaned, and then Dennis scratched his nails hard down Robby's chest, sharp curves dragged through the fur around the bars in his nipples, stealing the pain and spreading it.
"Better?"
Robby jerked a nod. He knew the physiology. Add sensation, confuse the pain receptors. It was frowned on for human patients but it was an old vet trick and it was working, the pain not lessened but changing, as Dennis pinched his belly and then bared his teeth to bite Robby right on his sternum where they jarred patients awake, and then Dennis twisted his hips and tightened his ass, dragging Robby's cock around in the depths of him, and the moan out of Dennis's throat was a molotov cocktail to all the kindling he'd laid.
Robby lifted Dennis's hips just far enough he could fuck up inside him, into the heat of him, making frantic noises as he thrust, none of the control he'd had with past lovers, no fucking art to it, just wanting inside, wanting his cock all the way inside Dennis and the rest of him to follow, wanting to force himself through the cracks in Dennis's control and thank him for the pain, for making it feel like this, for teaching a fifty-six year old man that he had no idea what he wanted, but someone else did.
Dennis's nails dug in, never quite touching the blooming pain but spreading it out, grunting as Robby heaved his cock inside him. "Can't, fuck, wait until you're, ah, healed so I can, can play with these, ah, beautiful tits." His fingers clawed into Robby's ribs. "Six, six months only to look at them. Six, ah, months before I can eat them. Ah!"
Robby pulled him down and rolled inside. Six fucking months?
One hand pressed over Robby's mouth. "It's gonna test all my, my self control to be good, to protect you from - ah! - me. Fuck, Robby, right there, right... there."
Robby pushed, right there, abdominals burning, getting too close to the end of his endurance.
"Have to wait so long before I can chew them. Twist them and hang things off them. Drag you around by them. Make them hurt."
Motherfucking, God, yes, Robby wanted that, wanted it to feel like this, wanted Dennis to want him like this. He opened his mouth on Dennis's hand and bit his knuckle, gave a little pain back, had a quiet revelation and he dragged his hands up Dennis's body to pinch his nipples and pull them and Dennis caught his forearms, wailing "Robby, God, Robby!"
He couldn't take his eyes from Dennis: head thrown back, body flexing, cock shooting white ribbons in the air, the most beautiful sight Robby had ever seen, but the thrill that he'd done that to him, and the pulsing grip of ass on his cock sent Robby right after, his climax spiking the ache in his tits and echoing through all the claw marks and bruises, a hundred points of pleasure, and the singular pleasure of spilling deep inside a beaming, panting Dennis Whitaker.
As Dennis caught his breath Robby smoothed his hands over Dennis's chest: smooth and pale and flat. Masculine, but so different to his own. More different, now.
Robby looked down. The pain from his piercings had mellowed to a sharp ache. His nipples stood out on the mounds of his chest, angry red and distended around the bars, bracketed by shining silver balls like exclamation marks on something he'd never thought much about. There were scratches too, visible through the dark curls. Those scratches would be there for a day or two, but those two barbells, glinting in the jungle, wouldn't fade.
"These are mine," Dennis said quietly, and it settled deep in Robby's chest. "You see how pretty they are?"
"You've marked me."
Dennis shook his head. "You handed yourself over."
"That was..." Robby didn't know how to explain. "You keep surprising me."
"Good surprise?"
It was the first hint of uncertainty he'd shown all night, and Robby had to kiss him. "It's always good. You keep making me surprise myself."
A grin spread across his face, that pure unflinching delight Dennis had, that had pulled fresh new feelings from Robby before he had a name for them. They sat in the glow for a moment, and then Dennis gave a little sigh and reached over to pull a pack of wet wipes out of the drawer.
For once he was the one looking worked over, so Robby took them from him. "Very smart. Aren't you a boy scout?"
Dennis covered his face. "If I was a boy scout, I would have brought us a couple of bottles of water."
Robby laughed as he wiped the come from Dennis's belly, gently cleaned the lubricant from his cleft. Nothing to do about the come Robby had left inside him. So unfortunate. When Dennis was clean enough Robby wiped himself off as well. "I'll take care of it." He felt wired, and thirsty, and he wanted to visit the bathroom to see himself in the mirror, to try to understand that this was him now
He climbed out of bed and stepped into his boxer briefs, pulled his t-shirt over his head with a hiss at the flex of his arms and another at the sandpaper brush of cotton.
"A shame," Dennis drawled from the pillows.
"You want me to wander around shirtless forever?"
"Sounds perfect." He sat up. "Show everyone you're mine."
Robby dropped on the bed and kissed him hard, noticed how Dennis's hand came up to cup his ribs, thumb spreading towards his tit like it was a struggle to keep a safe distance. This was going to be something.
Robby didn't want this shirt scraping his chest any longer than he had to, so he pushed Dennis back and headed out to the kitchen.
"Glasses are in the cupboard over the sink," was called after him.
Of course. Of fucking course, Trinity Santos was on the couch, looking at him archly over her phone.
Robby shut the door behind him and put some distance from it. "Don't pretend to be surprised," he said, defensive.
"I used all my surprise ten minutes ago, when I came home to hear my roommate screaming your name."
Robby blushed, feeling like he'd just lost a battle even though that felt like something he ought to be bragging about. "I'm just... getting some water." He really wanted to go back in the bedroom and put his pants on. Boxer briefs didn't hide a damned thing.
"Can't say I don't have some concerns about the power gap here."
Robby folded his arms, and blanched, Jesus, Fucking, Christ, that hurt. He tried to breathe through it as he far more carefully unfolded them. He continued to the kitchen, because he didn't want this to be a long talk. "That's understandable."
"He just... He trusts people."
Glasses over the sink, filled from the tap. He checked the freezer and added a couple of ice cubes to each, and carried them back. "Dennis isn't as naive as you think."
She tossed her phone aside and sat up, ready to fight. "Suits you to say."
The pain in Robby's chest was too distracting to handle this conversation, and he was still dizzy from Dennis spinning his head about in there, and the exposing cling of his briefs was a humiliation past bearing. The boundaries had dissolved with Dennis, but Robby still had to be Santos's boss tomorrow. "I promise, my intentions are good."
"You know what they say about good intentions."
"I'm in love with him." The words spilled out. Robby hadn't said it to Dennis, yet.
"Love goes wrong all the time," Santos retorted, unmoved.
Robby nodded. He was fifty-six years old, he knew that better than either of them, but didn't she realise how monumental this was? "If it does, I promise it will go worse for me." It wasn't a satisfying answer; it was altogether bullshit, but Robby backed up to the door and pushed the handle with his elbow, ignoring the way her eyes narrowed as he dipped through and closed the door behind him with his whole back. He would formulate a better answer when he had something more coherent in his mind than his freshly-pierced nipples.
"Trinity's home."
"Oh! Shit." Dennis's eyes went round. "I'm sorry."
Robby put the glasses on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to apologise to me. You're the one who was screaming my name." Dennis covered his face, but Robby pulled his hands down. "I told her something I shouldn't have. At least, that I shouldn't have told her first."
There was a tiny frown on his brow, but Dennis waited, patiently.
Robby took Dennis's hand and put it over his heart, right between the piercings. "I like how this feels. It feels permanent."
Dennis's eyes went soft, and wide, and he started to dip his head so Robby brought his other hand to his chin.
"You seem to know a lot more about me than I do, so maybe I don't even need to say it, but I want to make sure you know, make sure you hear it out loud, that I am in love with you. You can tell anyone you want that I'm yours."
He waited long enough to be sure the words landed, to see his eyes widen, his lips part, and then he leaned in to kiss him. He didn't want a reply tonight. He just wanted to be sure that Dennis knew.