im a horrible person

He goes to one practice, decides he loves it, and never looks back. Jack overheard Robby talking about an upcoming club tournament with Jesse during handoff one day, and is shocked. Robby hadn't said anything about picking up a new hobby in all the discussions they've had since Robby got back almost a month ago.

Jack gets the date and time of the next game out of Ahmad in exchange for some juicy betting pool gossip (the Jack, in turn, had gotten out of Parker). He shows up, not really expecting much, and then Robby steps out onto the court and Jack is absolutely mystified by the amount of leg he can see. Like, he knew Robby was tall, taller than Jack, certainly. It was hard to miss, working that closely with somebody for so long. But Jack had never quite realized how long Robby's legs were...

And then Robby goes up for a kill off a set from Mateo (really? Jack thinks, his own people betraying him like this and not telling him about the calves and hamstrings Robby has been hiding under cargo pants) and Jack is GONE. Robby executes the kill neatly, landing with grace before turning around to give Mateo a double high five and a hug to celebrate.

After the match ends (and Robby's team takes the win handily), he walks up to Jack with a smile, shoulders relaxed in a way Jack hasn't seen in ages.

"Hey," Robby says, and Jack feels like he's back in high school trying to talk to Jess for the first time.

"Hey," he answers, lame and hopelessly gone on his best friend.

"You wanna grab dinner to celebrate?" Robby asks, and his eyes say everything Jack is feeling.

"Just us?"

"Just us," Robby answers, reaching out and fisting a hand in the front of Jack's shirt to pull him in for a kiss.

You mean to answer right away, but your brain is still someone in the rafters, floating among the dust motes he knocked loose out of you. 

So what comes out is less words and more a sigh that shivers through every exhausted inch of your body. 

His grin spreads, triumphant. “Need a real answer, honey.”

You find your voice, albeit ragged, but present. “M’fine. Floaty.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He leans in anyway and kisses the corner of your slack mouth, lingering until he feels you kiss back. “Stay right there a sec. Gonna grab water, towel, and and see what I can do about the pretty mess I made of you.”

“Cocky,” you mumble, though there's no bite to it. Really, he’s only stating the obvious. You are a mess, he made you one, and Robby is far too pleased with himself about both.

He chuckles, snagging his boxers from the floor. “Call me whatever you want, sweetheart. You’ll still be asking for more once you recover.” 

While he’s gone, you stare at the ceiling fan, counting revolutions until everything sounds less like static and more like your own heartbeat again.

By the time he returns, you’ve made it to an elbow. He sets a glass on the nightstand, drops the towel beside it, then crawls back over you on his knees, trailing the towel like a cape. 

“Water first.” He nudges the rim to your lips, waiting until you take a sip. “Attagirl.” 

The praise hits harder than the water, but you drink anyway, throat working around the cool relief. 

When you stop to breathe, Robby wipes a stray drip off your chin with his thumb. “Good?” 

“Better.”

“Anything else you need right now, baby?”

You shake your head, too lazy to hunt for words. You just want him back where he was, wrapped around you, body weight crushing you like a weighted blanket. 

He seems to read that want plain as ink. He moves the water, folds the towel under your hips for cushion, then lowers onto his side and drags you into the curve of him. Chest to back, his arm bands over you, palm flattening between your breasts. 

“Heartbeat’s settling,” he says into your hair. “Thought I snapped the thing right out of you for a minute.” 

You snort, the sound embarrassingly fond. “You tried.”

“Yeah, well.” He peppers kisses across your shoulder, each one a punctuation mark at the end of a sentence only he can read. “Wanted to make sure you remembered whose girl you are.”

Your laugh comes out airy. “Possessive much?” 

“Extremely,” he admits without a hint of shame. He noses behind your ear. “Listen, floaty girl — next time you spot that mirror in the hallway, take a good look. There’s a hell of a lot to be possessive of.” His teeth graze your lobe; the hand on your chest gives a gentle squeeze. “And lucky me, I got there first.” 

“Think you might be a little biased,” you tease, warmth creeping into your cheeks despite the sleepy little smile pulling at your mouth.

A low laugh rolls out of him, all soft thunder against your back. He lets the sound fade into a lazy trail of kisses, mapping collarbone, shoulder blade, the delicate chain at your throat. Each brush of his lips is slower than the last, until he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. 

“Of course I’m biased,” he says, pressing another kiss beneath your ear. “Still know what I’m looking at.”

MARIA NOTE lowkey this is dogshit but fuck it wii ball <3

i wanna do more of these but im scared that they get repetitive :((

@azishimi @bl00df1redeath @saffrontieee

i need to be studying but... who knows? will make a part 2 with the other ladies probs

@azishimi

That's how long it had taken Robby to feel comfortable and confident enough to go to Jack's house when the man was on an EMT run. Jack had needed to mention his house quite a few times before it either clicked with Robby or turned into a valid option for him. The house was empty whenever Jack had a shift with the squad. So Robby could even turn his free days into a little fantasy session if he wanted to.

The notification lingered on his screen, and Jack swiped to open it, watching the little box in which he could see Robby go through his typical little ritual. Moving through his hallway toward the bed, Robby froze in the doorway. The hall camera caught the silhouette of his shuddering body before he finally decided to move inside, bee-lining for one of Jack's discarded clothes.

One of which Jack had ensured would be right there for Robby to grab and smell. Had even made sure he'd worn it during an especially heavy shift, leaving the fabric quite literally reeking of his scent. It was practically begging Robby to drag it into his face.

Jack watched the screen for three more seconds, his throat slowly going dry, before he slipped the phone back into his pocket. There was no on-call room today and no EMT shift either. Jack stepped out of his car, leaving it just around the block where he'd hidden it, and walked towards his townhouse.

When Jack unlocked the front door, he considered not staying quiet and making Robby shake with embarrassment the moment he stepped into view, but decided against it. Wanted to see the moment the illusion broke with his own two eyes.

He walked down the hallway with slow, deliberate steps, and when he reached the bedroom doorway, he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. For a good moment, he just looked at what unfolded right in front of him.

Those soft, frantic noises as Robby fucked into his own hand, breathing and panting into the sweater Jack had left him, clearly already too far gone to notice the man looming in the door. Jack took a moment to really look at the man in front of him, feeling himself stir in his pants, hardening at the plethora of needy sounds spilling from Robby's lips.

"You know it's almost rude to do this in my bed and not to invite me, right?" His voice called out through the darkness, and immediately all those beautiful sounds died away, leaving nothing but panicked panting behind.

Robby froze in the middle of his bed, staring at him through the edges of his sweater, his eyes wide from the shock of having been caught. Gorgeous. It was an even more gorgeous sight than Jack would have imagined. He closed in on the bed, taking the time to sit at the foot of it, taking off his prosthetic — even if that made it easier for Robby to run, Jack was almost certain he wasn't going to.

"J-Jack," Robby choked out, his voice cracking. "It's not what- I- I'm sorry- I was just- I can explain!" It was nothing but pathetic rambling as Robby's brain tried to keep up with the situation, certainly still hazy from the tight grip he had on himself.

A grip Jack was sure to switch against his own soon enough.

"Shhh, it's okay. I know." Jack told him with a mischievous smirk. "There is no need to explain anything when I already know." With that, Jack turned to pull his phone out of his quickly tightening pocket and turned the screen to face Robby. The security app was still open, showing the live feed of his bedroom and their exact positions.

"You-" His best friend's voice was nothing but a whisper. A confused and uncertain whisper. "You knew? You set up a camera to catch me?"

"I set up a camera because someone was sneaking into my house, and since you lied to my face about it being you… I was worried." Jack turned to kneel on the edge of the mattress now, towering over Robby, looking down at the beautiful shape of him. All curled up and trying to hide that he still had his hand stuffed away in his pants. "And then I kept watching because I liked what I saw. Sat in the on-call room too many times jerking off to the sound of you moaning my name into my laundry."

Robby's mouth parted at the admission, a soft, breathless gasp leaving his lips. The panic of being discovered — and certainly that very own brand of Robby's personal shame that led him to keeping all of this quiet — was still there, but underneath it, the reality of Jack's words seemed to sink in.

"You think I left that sweater out by accident?" Jack was crawling closer, intentionally caging Robby against the headboard, removing any sense of escape for him. Instead of doing anything rash, though, he merely let his hand brush over Robby's temple, fingertips sliding into slightly damp strands. "I wanted you right here. Wanted you in my bed, touching yourself to the thought of me. The only difference is today you won't have to use your own hand."

"Jack…" Robby whimpered out, very clearly overwhelmed by the offer and the situation. To Jack's absolute delight. "Are you- Are you sure?"

"Dead serious, actually," Jack gave back without giving Robby the chance to retreat back into his head. Instead, he reached down into those sweats and let his fingers wrap firmly over Robby's trembling hand still resting around his length. He squeezed once, forcing a sharp whine from Robby's throat that was nothing but music to his ears. "No more running, Mike. Look at me."

When he did look, Jack was smiling. "Good. That's good, now let me show you what happens when you actually get what you want."

When Robby looked up, he could see Jack smile. Despite there being a soft edge to it, he had known his best friend's expression long enough to read this one. He was not going to get out of this unscathed.

"Good. That's good." Jack's voice was so low, the vibration sent a violent shiver straight down Michael's spine. "Now let me show you what happens when you actually get what you want."

Michael didn't even get a single second to breathe, let alone rebuild those walls Jack had successfully demolished within minutes. His hand, holding onto his leaking cock, was still wrapped by the other man's strong, large one. After a tight squeeze that made Michael gasp, Jack forced their combined grip down his length. Just once was enough.

The slick, electric friction had Michael's jaw go slack, his eyelids growing heavy. He'd already worked himself up quite a bit prior to being caught. But this? Being led by an unfamiliar yet well-known hand? Jack's hand felt much better than he could ever have imagined. A broken, helpless sound caught in his throat, a pathetic noise he'd spent weeks trying to muffle with stolen fabric.

"Let go, Mike," Jack muttered right into his ear, and Michael didn't need to open his eyes to see how very close his best friend had gotten. He could feel the hot breath fan against his ear and the combined sensation of the tight grip around his hand, Jack's proximity and the fact that there was no escaping the scent he used to get himself over the edge again and again these past weeks-

The way Jack's lips formed his name- his legal name caught him almost more off-guard than everything else. It rendered him powerless against the command, his fingers twitching and going limp as he let his arm slide out of his pants, gripping the sheets below him instead. Now, just like that, Jack smirked down at him. "Good boy~"

Jack moved with an easy and terrifyingly practiced grace when he shifted his weight, and Robby could feel his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird fighting the bars of its enclosure. Every muscle in Robby's body brace and a dizzying wave of heat crashed over him as Jack turned him onto his back, heavy thighs now bracketing his hips. Despite having pulled the sweater along with him, peeking over the fabric at Jack and still being very much dressed, he felt entirely exposed.

The reality of being pinned down- trapped beneath the sheer size of his best friend, Michael's mind spun, circling the fact that he wasn't dreaming this time around.

Michael could barely understand how it had happened. Where he'd been hiding his face in the sweater one second, too embarrassed to even look; the next, Jack's hands had yanked his sweats down, pinning his underwear at his ankles and swung Mike's legs over his broad shoulders. Shocked, Michael's eyes flew open almost instantly and he pulled the sweater from his face to be able to intervene. "W- Jack wait- you don't have to," he tried to find his footing with the request.

Hazel eyes snapped up and Jack raised a brow as he locked their gazes for an agonizing second without saying a single thing. Then he leaned down to drag his tongue all the way up Michael's length, starting from the very base. Michael's head slammed back into the sheets, his eyes shutting as a loud groan tore from his chest. Once he'd reached the tip — and coaxed a desperate, broken whimper from Michael — Jack took a deliberate deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of the groin before him. Much to the poor attending's shock. "I don't have to, but fuck do I want to."

Finally, the sweater got abandoned in favor of Michael's hands tangling themselves in salt-and-pepper curls, desperate for some form of anchor, as Jack parted his lips and slid his mouth over Michael's tip. It was a mistake to let out a shuddering gasp. The moment Michael parted his lips, Jack's head moved forward, swallowing his entire length in one deep, scorching push.

The sudden switch from hiding in the dark, jacking off to the faint thought of his best friend touching him to feeling said best friend's hot mouth all around him was, honestly, life-changing. Jack wasted no time, his head moving in a fast, steady rhythm on Michael's cock, almost too easily swallowing him whole. "Fuck- Jack-" Michael moaned out, his head spinning with wanton and hips helplessly rutting up into that tight wet mouth. "Jack, I can't-"

With the unforgiving pace Jack set and the filthy wet sounds of his mouth, Michael could feel his orgasm build up more and more, pooling right below his stomach. He couldn't hold back any longer. Not with how good Jack was making him feel, his tongue circling Michael's tip every time he lifted his head.

"Stop-" Michael's voice was almost hoarse from how hard it was to get the words out. "Jack, wait- I'm gonna- I can't-"

But Jack didn't stop. Instead, he only increased the pressure, hollowing his cheeks, locking Michael's hips against the mattress and refusing to let him back away.

In the end, it wasn't the relentless pace, the hot, tight friction of Jack's mouth around his cock or even the impossible reality of his fantasy coming true, that undid him. It was the fact that Jack looked up at him through long lashes, drool leaking past perfect lips and that well-known cocky gaze Jack sported whenever he dared to challenge Robby.

There was no escape; there was only his best friend taking what was rightfully his, and who was Michael to deny him that?

For so long, this exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy, a shameful secret he dared to only visit when the darkness got too much to bear. Now, the reality of it hit him like a damn tidal wave.

Jack didn't even pull back when Michael's hips bucked against the mattress. Instead, he simply took the heavy, frantic bursts of white straight down his throat without any issue and swallowed every single drop of Michael's ruin.

Through the haze of his orgasm, Michael could feel the relentless, rhythmic suction milking his quickly softening length dry. Jack's grip on his hips remained tight, locking them to the mattress and grounding him through the sheer violence of his climax. It was everything Michael had ever dreamed of, delivered with a perfection that already made him jealous of whoever had experienced it before him.

When Jack's mouth finally slid off him, a filthy string of slick connected them, and Michael collapsed into the pillows like a rag-doll. All his strength had left him. His chest heaved as he panted through the exhaustion of his release, skin burning with the shame of what had happened. Michael was painted bright pink from the tips of his ears down to the base of his chest and he quickly threw a trembling arm over his eyes to hide from the intensity of Jack's smug grin.

The mattress shifted as Jack crawled back up, an all too familiar body heat immediately crowding him. Without a word, Jack pulled the arm away from his face again, forcing Michael to watch as he licked his lips clean with that exact grin he had tried to avoid looking at. Specifically, when it was hovering mere inches from his face. "See?" Jack's whisper fanned over Michael's face, the scent of Jack having mixed with the most intimate of his own, almost making him keen for more. "Much better than doing it alone."

Instead of coming up with a response that wouldn't sound like he just got his brain sucked out of him, Michael closed the distance between their faces as well as his eyes. Lifting his hand to slide slender fingers back into those gorgeous curls, Michael sighed into the kiss, holding on tight.

So much better than doing it alone.

Slowly, he turns to Robby with a sheepish grin. 

Robby nods his head up and back, and Dennis gently extricates himself from Jack, prying his sleeping hand away from his tail and padding over to Robby with a grin. 

He puts a hand on Dennis' shoulder and leads him safely down the hallway before he asks, "what were you doing, hmm?" 

Dennis yawns. "I woke up so was just watching him. He has freckles. I just wanted to touch one. Sorry." 

"It's okay Den. Maybe we let him sleep a bit now though yeah? Wanna come hang out with me downstairs?" 

"Yeah!" 

"Good boy, come on then puppy." 

Dennis flushes a wonderful pink and follows him without question downstairs. But when they get into the kitchen he starts to squirm, shifting on his little brand new socked feet. 

"What's up pup?" 

Dennis bites his lip, "do you wanna try it?" 

"Try what?" 

"The like, no-talking puppy stuff." 

See, Michael knows that Jack thinks his desire to adopt a hybrid comes from the dog he nearly adopted as a child before his bubbe found it a new home with people who were much more equip to care for it. It had broken his little heart. He'd cried about it for days. He'd told Jack this story what- years ago- when they were both still fresh faced and laughing over beers, pretending not to be wildly attracted to each other. Jack's clearly remembered it, and when he pitched Robby the idea of adopting a hybrid together he'd seen the story reflected back at him in Jack's eyes. 

Michael is happy to let him believe it. 

Really though its all about devotion and control. 

He loves Jack, more than anything, he'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of their lives but … 

It's just that he feels like his life is slipping by faster and faster, and he sees people die every single day, people with hopes and dreams and loves and untouched potential. People who probably never got to experience things in their lives that they wanted to try. Were too ashamed to try. Didn't have time to try before- 

See, Michael has been thinking a lot about mortality since Adamson, in a way he knows scares Jack. 

It's just that he doesn't want to die having never… it sounds stupid, even when he says it to himself. Having never fulfilled his fantasy of fucking a sweet omega hybrid? Fuck off Robinavitch. This is why, despite all Jack does to encourage him, he can't talk to Jack about this. Why he kept it not so successfully hidden from him for so long. 

Worse, too, Michael thinks, because it's not even entirely sexual. 

Devotion. Jack won't let him dote on him or baby him or coo and praise him. He'll try to an extent but that just isn't him, and Michael doesn't want to show his love to Jack that way. Not when he has a million better ways to show it that Jack is on board with. And Jack is devoted to him, too, but on a deeper level and sometimes… sometimes Michael lays in bed at night and thinks about what it would be like to have that in its base form. 

The way a dog loves it's master. The way a hybrid might love him. The raw simplicity of it. 

Devotion and- 

This is why he can't just get a dog. Because it's also about control. And the control is sexual. 

Michael is not unaware of his desire to take charge and lead. Would have been a piss poor career choice to go for the big job if he didn't. He, too, knows this desire has a tendency to leak like a dripping faucet into other aspects of his life. 

In a way that sometimes makes him feel a little sick to his stomach, the way he wants to have a someone eat from the palm of his hand and squirm on his lap and tease them until they blink into subspace, all whiney and perfect and waiting with baited breath for his command. Jack bottoms, gets all bratty and desperate, but he never- he never just-

Michael loves the sex they have, the push and pull and the equality of it all. He'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of his life. He would. 

But as always Jack sees him, even when he doesn't want to be seen. 

"Oh- " Robby stammers, cock twitching. "I think we should probably wait for Jack before we do anything um-" 

Dennis flushes beet red and squirms. "Not that! Unless that's- I just meant- I guess I thought when it's gonna just be us that I would act like your puppy all the time even when were not doing sex stuff. Or?" 

"I mean-" Robby rubs the back of his neck. "That is what I was thinking yeah." 

Dennis nods, "Cool, yeah." 

"Do you want to try it?" 

He narrows his eyes as the kid avoids looking at him.

"I just…" 

"You can tell me puppy, it's okay." 

"I just don't want to mess up? Like maybe we do a trial run where- where I can still ask questions and you can tell me if you want something different. I want to be good." 

Robby frowns, "puppy you are go-" 

"I'm not though. I know I'm not. I was- sometimes I wish I was one of the hybrids who couldn't talk and then I wouldn't be so much trouble and everything would be simpler. I got in trouble a lot growing up Robby, I know I'm not good." 

As he speaks, Dennis' ears slowly fold back against his head, and Robby's heart breaks for him. Maybe this is what Jack meant when he said he wanted a rescue. Maybe he knew that Robby's bleeding heart would have no defence against this. 

"Okay pup, come on, lets go sit on the couch and have a little chat." 

Dennis' ears flatten fully, and he follows Robby to the couch like he's walking to his own grave. 

He sits the pup over his lap so his lets stretch across the cushions and runs a soothing hand through his hair and ears until the kid calms down a little. 

"Dens, listen to me okay? This is all super fun and exciting right? But it's also new for all of us. Theres going to be stuff we don't get right, or we try and don't like, and all three of us can change our minds at any time yeah? That doesn't make us bad. Me and Jack, well we'd prefer if you didn't throw our things about, break our plates and glasses, chew on our furniture or pee on our clothes-" 

Dennis takes the bait. "I would never do that." 

"I know Dens, because you're such a good boy right?" He ruffles Dennis' hair. "Heres what I'm thinking, which mind you puppy, might change when we start doing this because I've never lived with a hybrid before either- what I'm thinking is that it would be really nice to come home to you baby, to give you a little cuddle and maybe play a little, actually play, make some dinner and we both eat- maybe I can feed you little bits and you can sit by me and take it from my fingers, cuddle up with me while we watch TV or I do admin work on my laptop, if you need anything you can paw at me or whine or bark and maybe it could be a fun little game for us both to figure out what you need? I want to give you what you need Dens. We can talk about the sexual stuff later with Jack but… none of that means you can't speak if you want to, or need to. I'm not- this isn't- I don't want that. I want you to want to be like that with me, it won't work if you don't and that's okay too. Is that something you… want?" 

Dennis chews on his bottom lip. "Yeah, I really… I really want to try that. That sounds like… really good to me Robby." 

"Yeah puppy?" 

"Yeah. I was- I meant what I said before, I really like just being more like a proper hybrid? It's nice not to think simple sometimes." 

Like a dumb little pup. He thinks, but doesn't say yet. 

"Still wanna try it out? A little hybrid-" He waggles his eyebrows and Dennis puffs out a laugh, "-approach? How about until Jack wakes up, we give it a go and if you have any questions just speak up pup, and if either of us don't like anything we just say. A little trial run?" 

"Could we-" Dennis stops again, and Robby waits patiently until he finds his words. "-maybe we could like. You've just adopted me right? We could play like you're- like I am one of the hybrids without speech capacity? For a little bit." 

~

"Now puppy-"

Dennis is knelt in his kitchen, sat back on his heels and blinking up at Robby with the most adoring face he's ever seen, ears fully pricked up and waiting. 

"- you've been a very good boy so far. I know you're desperate to explore, but if you keep being such a good boy for me I promise I'll give you a treat, would you like that hmm? Would you like that Dens?" 

Dennis whines, following it up with a little excited yip as his tail swishes so hard it wiggles his body, just like at the store. 

Robby feels like he's gonna fucking pass out. He feels like he's on the precipice of getting everything he's ever fucking wanted and he's not sure what he's done to deserve it. Like on his birthday, when his bubbe would hand him his carefully wrapped present and for a second before he unwrapped it, it could be any of the things he'd been too shy to hint at, because he wouldn't want to be trouble. 

"Good boy. Here, you can have one now for sitting so good." The wiggles increase, and Dennis opens his mouth and carefully slips out his tongue. 

His cock twitches as he places the gummy bear into Dennis' mouth, waiting until he closes and sucks at his fingers a little before pulling back. Dennis hums happily. 

"That nice?" He ruffles Dennis' ears. "Come on let me show you the living room." 

Because he hasn't got his collar on yet- Michael thought best to wait for Jack- he slows his walk and drops his hand to play with Dennis' hair as he crawls besides him. When they make it through, Dennis looks to the dog bed, back to Robby, then back the bed and lets out these puffy excited whining noises. 

"Now what's all that about pup? Hmm? So dramatic. Go on then, go try your new bed." 

Dennis yips and tumbles into it, rolling around and stretching and rubbing his face all over it. Scent is important for omega hybrids, Robby has read, especially dog-hybrids. So he comes over and plays with his boy, ruffling his ears and roughhousing him a little until he hopes both of their scents are on the fabric. Right up until Dennis gets real squirmy, rubbing his legs together and-

Ohhhh. 

Robby narrows his eyes. 

"Puppy are you getting excited?" 

Dennis whines pitifully, looking up at Robby with big pitiful eyes. 

"No puppy, we can't-" He's interrupted by a louder whine and the spreading of legs. "Dens, no. We have to wait for Jack." 

Dennis pouts, looking ridiculously human when he does, and Robby is helpless to the laugh that bubbles out of him. 

"Come sit between my legs like a good pup and you can have a treat." 

Dennis contemplates this, but ultimately gives in and nods. Lovely. 

"Okay pup stay- that's right, good boy, stay there-" he makes his way to the sofa and sits. "Okayyy- come! Come boy!" 

And like a dream Dennis does, scrambling to him and nudging apart his legs to be able to sit on the floor between them, balancing his head on Robby's knee and peering up at him while his tail hits Robby's shin with each wag. He parts his little mouth, and FUCK does Robby wish the treat he could give him is his cock. Instead, he slips in another gummybear- green this time. 

"A little treat for a good little boy. Now, see this?" He points to the couch. "You're only allowed up here when we- me or Jack- say okay puppy?" 

Dennis pauses, blinking a little as he comes to. With two fingers he taps on Robby's knee and gently says his name. When Robby gives him the obvious all clear, he asks, "is that all the time? Or just when I'm like this?" 

"Oh- oh just when you're like this. It's- we don't have to-"

"No I think its fun, I was just wonderin' is all." 

"Okay then, sure, just when you're like this. I doubt Jack will do the same when its just you to though." 

Dennis nods, and then gives a little huff of a bark, butting his head against Robby's knee. 

"Okay, because it's new you can come up puppy, come on up you get, that's it, want to cuddle on my lap? Up puppy! Oh that's a god boy here have another treat." 

Dennis hums happily around Robby's fingers, his tongue- slightly rougher than a humans- wiggles between Robby's fingers. 

"Aren't you just the sweetest thing." He coos, pressing a kiss to Dennis' forehead and letting Dennis' suck on his fingers. 

~

"Well, isn't this a lovely sight?" Jack mumbles from the doorway, his sleep soft eyes crinking when he yawns, ending it in a smile. 

"Jack!" Dennis yips, completely forgetting, it seems, his promise to be quiet and trying to wiggle out of Robby's hold. He lets him, watching with delight as he bounds over to Jack and nearly knocks him sideways with the force at which he goes in for a hug. 

Jack lets out a big old man huff. 

"Woke up to see you'd snook out on me." He mumbles as he presses a kiss into the kids curls. 

"Robby came and got me." Dennis says, snitch.

"Did he now?" He looks up at Jack, but Jack's eyes are filled to be brim with fondness. "Hope you didn't get up to too much fun without me?"" 

"Well," he drawls, watching Dennis tense up in Jack's arms. "He did get extra squirmy playing about in his little bed, but he was a good boy and waited for you." 

"Oh really? Well I think we should reward such good behaviour don't you Robby?