college dropout

dennis crying as he's fucked, begging and pleading for a collar, already addicted to being wholly and completely owned, needing something physical. robby wraps a hand around his throat as a substitute, crooning god, what a silly, dumb little pup. you're in no place to make demands, kid. just lay there and fuckin take my cock.

okay I'm sorry that's mean. an additional concept. robby noticing immediately that dennis is off, the first time he tries to initiate something. notices how dennis does seem eager... but not in the right way. more, eager to get it over with. so robby gently shuts it down, offers hey, denny, we don't gotta do that tonight. how about I hold you a while, instead? s'that okay?

pulling off just to frot his pulsing tdick against robby's cock, whining at the size difference, humping and rutting eagerly against the older man. sinking back down with a sighed moan, so deliciously full. wringing orgasm after orgasm out of himself, rutting his hips almost lazily, cunt full and tdick rubbing against the soft swell of robby's stomach.

robby pays him no real mind. just groans into his cunt, completely pussydrunk, fucking his tongue into den's drooling hole. lapping up to his tdick and suckling gently, flicking it with his tongue, sucking it hard. humming and content, den's pussy his favorite stim toy.

"because it, you know, feels wrong to accept your money after we—"

he stops, flushing and refusing to make eye contact. robby rumbles in pure delight, chest vibrating with the sound of his unadulterated affection because dennis can't even say it—what they've done—getting all shy like he wasn't the one who'd been begging for robby to ditch the condom; the one who was crying out how he wants to feel robby spill everything in him; the one who wanted robby to fuck his cum deeper in him, then to keep him plugged up, so he could stay full of robby's seed.

robby pulls his boy to his lap, cupping his jaw. "why does it feel wrong, baby?"

dennis squirms, trying to find a comfortable spot, and robby wonders if this is deliberate. if dennis is riling him up, waiting for robby to stop caring about reason before bending him over the coffee table to fuck into him again. but dennis huffs in contentment soon after, and settles with a hum as he nuzzles back into robby's palm. his sweet boy, he didn't even think that robby would find even his mindless act utterly enticing.

"it just," dennis begins, busying his hands by fisting at his shirt, an old grey thing with a fading print of the logo of the pizza joint. "it feels like you're paying to be with me." he scrunches his nose as he says this and robby wants to coo at how cute he's being, but he sees the tension in dennis' jaw and knows that this isn't a good time.

"oh, baby. you know that's not what it is, right? you know that this—" robby gestures at the two of them. "is more than sex, don't you?"

dennis nods, quiet. he's not as sure yet, then.

"would it help if you don't think of them as payment?" robby asks, licking at his lips.

dennis looks at him, quirking a brow. "then what're they? tips? you don't even eat the pizza you order."

robby chuckles, shaking his head at dennis' words because he's right—the one for tonight is even hidden away in the oven which robby knows he'll have to move to the fridge so it won't spoil. but robby doesn’t care about that, not when he just needed an excuse to see dennis even while his boy's still working.

what? so robby's insatiable, okay? and dennis is always so smiley and needy when he drives to robby's place, already leaking into his boxers and staining the poor thing even before robby can kiss him, so clearly this isn’t just a robby thing.

at dennis' curious hum, robby shrugs and says, "just think of them as your allowance."

"allo- what, like you're my dad or something?" dennis asks and—

oh.

oh, robby liked that.

he pulls his boy close, giving into the cuteness aggression he's been feeling and coos before pressing his scruffy maw all over dennis' jaw and cheeks and chin, dancing away from his baby's puckered lips.

"s'right, baby. 'm your dad now."

he feels more than sees how dennis reacts to this—body trembling, hands flexing from where they are on robby's belly, breaths coming out in staggered rasps.

dennis has gotten used to the comforting weight on his genitals, and how safe he feels knowing that robby is carefully guarding his most intimate parts all night long. in fact, he's now so used to it that he splays his legs open a little when he lies down, just so robby knows that he's waiting for his pretty little pussy to be held.

it's got to the stage where neither can sleep without the other anymore- dennis feels open and exposed without a big hand between his legs, and robby's hands feel empty without his firm grip on such a chubby, wet pussy. they try and never separate, and robby's even thought about a comfy, tailored chastity belt to try and keep dennis settled on nights he has to be away, but it's not ideal.

When Dennis regresses, he goes so small that he mostly spends his time in a state of half-sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open. It's safest for him to stay in bed, wrapped up in blankets, his head cushioned on a soft pillow, where Robby can supervise him. Oh how sweet he is when he's so small. He can hardly make a sound. His needs are communicated in different tones and lengths of whines, and Robby has learned what each one signifies. He knows when his baby needs a bottle, a change or a bath, and Dennis doesn't have to lift a finger for this things.

When Robby and Jack hear that Dennis has never gone hunting, they’re shocked. He grew up in rural Nebraska after all. Dennis explains that being the youngest of four brothers, his father didn’t always have time for him, and as a result he was often left at home with his mother to help prepare meals or tend to the animals. He didn’t really mind too much, being of a much more gentle disposition than his older, rowdier siblings.

The two men decide at once to bring him out with them that fall. Jack takes him out to the local hunting store and picks out some starter gear for him, a cute camouflage-patterned cap and a lined Carhartt field jacket, along with the standard binoculars, headlamp, and gloves. It came easily to Jack, who had done the exact same thing for Robby fifteen years before. When Dennis – bashful from all of the effort Jack puts toward him – reaches for his wallet, Jack holds his arm down, moving forward to pay instead. Jack lets out a murmured “don’t worry about it kid, I’m the one dressing you up after all,” and ruffles through the boy’s tawny locks before placing the cap on his head, smirking knowingly down at his now pink face.

they think something is wrong and dennis is just shaking his head, feeling guilty and wishing to take it back.

dennis even cries during shooting video games, what were they expecting?

Sometimes he gets hard while Robby is bathing him. Sometimes his hips cant as he feels the friction from his underwear. Sometimes he finds Robby's bulge and wants to play. It’s innocent experimentation, actions without intent, though Robby is quick to redirect his boy towards some other entertainment, which Dennis, when returned to his adult headspace, is thankful for. 

"Sorry it keeps happening," he shyly says once. "I don’t know why I get like that."