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Jack knew that, ultimately, Dennis bratting out was healthy and encouraged.
He had somewhere where he felt safe enough to push the boundaries and be a little shit without worrying that he's gone too far, that he could possibly do something to make Jack cut ties with the boy. It was refreshing to see Dennis with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and not acting like a cowering animal whenever a superior walked into the room.
All that to say Dennis has kept him on his remaining toes as of late.
Dennis was used to the borderline stereotypical line of domming- rewards when good, spankings and chastity when bad. But what do you do to a bratty little thing who practically begs for spankings with his attitude?
You get creative.
"Dennis, sweetheart, let's tuck in. You're going to be dead on your feet if you don't." Jack knocked on the doorframe of the guest room where Dennis had his gaming set up. Him and some of the pittlings liked to play together for a little while before they went to bed. Dennis took off his headphones and pranced over, leaning in to give Jack a kiss.
"I'm just gonna play for another 10 minutes, I swear." Dennis murmured against Jack's mouth.
"Mmm, like when you played Fortnight until 3 in the morning?" Jack asked, watching Dennis huff and roll his eyes.
"I'm not gonna do that this time!"
"I'd hope so. I want to go shopping for you tomorrow on our day off, can't do that if you're half-alseep."
"Promise I'll go to bed soon, sir." Dennis answered sweetly, stealing another kiss before Jack pushed away from the doorframe and swatted at Dennis's ass.
"Go, finish up with your friends."
Like Jack had assumed, 10 minutes stretched into thirty, stretched into an hour. Still cold and alone in his bed. He woke up at 2 am to use the bathroom and could still hear Dennis's hushed giggles and furious whispers from the guest room.
Morning dawned on the two of them slowly and softly, and Jack was pleasantly surprised by the feeling of familiar curls catch and slide against the short hairs of his beard.
He'd give Dennis a chance to tell the truth, he decided. He wasn't a sadist.
During breakfast, Jack put him to the test. "Did you get to bed at a decent time?" He asked when Dennis set his coffee mug in front of him. Dennis smiled.
"Yup! You were already asleep so I just got in bed and waited for you to pull me in like an octopus." Dennis said cheekily. It was a good front- Jack probably would have believed him.
"Sooo when are we going out to get new clothes?" Dennis rocked on his heels as he stood next to Jack's chair, waiting for the older man to acknowledge him. He'd been browsing the lingerie site online and had his eye on a pretty blue teddy one piece and a set of camo crotchless panties that he thought would be particularly good for a roleplay he'd been wanting-
"Are we doing that today?" Jack asked absentmindedly, not looking up from his ipad.
Dennis frowned, coming to a standstill. "Yeah, I… I think? You said-"
"I said you could either go to bed late or go lingerie shopping, Dennis."
Dennis huffed. "I went to bed at a decent time! I told you!"
"Yeah, that's what you told me- so imagine my shock when I wake up to piss halfway through the night and you're still up playing online with your friends." Jack tutted, finally locking his ipad and looking up at the boy.
Dennis stared at him for a moment before a pout settled over his features.
It was almost enough of a sorry sight for Jack to admit he'd already had their shopping cart paid for and shipped to the house instead.
Almost.
"T...that's not fair- you're punishing yourself too!" Dennis insisted.
"Aww, sugar, Not even gonna deny it, huh? I was pretty upset too- I already had my card tucked into your wallet." Jack crooned, raising his hands to draw Dennis to stand between his knees. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I tell you to stop staying up late."
Dennis scoffed and tried to pull away, but Jack's grip on his hips was ironclad.
"Think a little harder about your choices next time, yeah?" Jack murmured, squeezing Dennis's hips before letting go.
Safe to say that Dennis was curled up in his arms that night at a nice bedtime of 10 pm.
Werewolf dom/sub 'foster' au where newly-turned wolves must be placed in the care of an alpha who either leads their own pack, was born into it, or has simply been around and stabilised for long enough that they're respected in the community.
Human Robby who's aware that Jack has put in for some time off recently because he has been assigned a new wolf by the state. He feels vaguely ashamed that he hasn't been checking in as thoroughly as he should, but he has been finding time to message and ask Jack how his latest 'cub' is between shifts.
Jack's responses have always been that everything is going fine, it's an adjustment as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. Robby feels like there's something that he's missing, some unspoken context lurking in bright white between the words. He presses Jack, but doesn't have as much time as he'd like to hunt down the trail that Jack isn't doing a great job of covering up.
One evening, just as he's clocking out, he gets a message from Jack that takes the guesswork out of it all.
Need your help with my puppy. He's struggling and he's a fucking handful and I gotta admit I'm not doing right by him. You free to help me out?
And there's only one answer Robby will ever give to Jack.
Always.
Robby hears the issue before he's even stepped into Jack's house.
Even through the closed door, he can hear Jack's footsteps approaching, and underneath that, a constant, fractious whining sound, interspersed with the sound of rhythmically-clanging metal.
"Brother, am I fucking glad to see you."
Jack leans heavily into Robby's embrace, and even to Robby's human nose he smells like sweat, exhaustion, and the slightly wheaty-milky smell that all newly-turned wolves have.
Robby follows Jack through the house and watches him flop on the couch with a sigh. Robby notices the fabric on the corners has been torn, and the wood underneath has been chewed into damp, splintered crescents.
The whines that have been drifting through the house suddenly pick up in their intensity, and Jack's eyes grow fond even through the exhaustion.
"Dennis, buddy, I'm right here. You're okay, I'll be with you in a minute."
Robby takes a seat next to Jack, allowing the warmth of their thighs to press against each other.
"Tell me what's happening, brother."
The whining in the next room pauses, chokes and grumbles into something wary, something warning. Jack opens his mouth, but Robby cuts him off.
"Ignore him, he'll be fine. You know he'll be fine. Let him cry for a minute, it won't hurt him. Tell me."
Jack sighs, scrubs a hand down his face.
"He's a sweet kid."
"That why your furniture's all chewed up?"
"He is a sweet kid. The furniture is chewed up because he's also a brat, he's scared, he's restless, and he's in pain. I also think he's - not particularly one of the lucky ones."
Robby ducked his head, curtailing some of the comments that had been tripping off the tip of his tongue, about Jack being a soft touch and thinking that all brats were sweet kids, even when sometimes a brat is just a brat.
Dennis being...unlucky changed things, just a little.
Sometimes, particularly if a turning is violent and traumatic, it can do more than just make a wolf of a man. Sometimes, the change can knock something off-kilter in both man and beast, and in the worst cases, loved ones have reported being barely able to recognise their person, even when they're not under the influence of the transformation.
"Did you know him before? What kind of severity are we looking at here?"
Jack shook his head, cast a quick glance back at the spare room, where the sounds have quieted to the gentle, metallic shuddering sounds of teeth gnawing on a cage.
"I didn't know him before, so it's not like I can comment on his baseline. It's more that I see something in him sometimes, and I know that's probably who he was before all this."
Robby leans over to press a hand to Jack's back, sweeping it up and down in broad strokes, daring once or twice to venture to the back of Jack's neck and squeeze comfortingly.
"Severity? Nothing too bad - he's not really aggressive, he's just...incredibly rambunctious, restless to the point where even he's frustrated with it, and he swings between wanting to take a bite out of me to being so incredibly clingy that I can't take a piss in peace."
Robby quirks a smile at that.
"Cute. Sounds like just another day at the office to me, Abbot." His lips twitch at Jack's snort, and he flicks his gaze to the spare room and the gnawing sounds.
"What are we today? Clingy, or bitey?"
"Can't a man have a bit of both?"
Robby rolls his eyes, jerks his head at Jack.
"Helpful. C'mon then, bring him out here and I'll take a look."
---
Jack is gone for longer than Robby had anticipated, and he hears the low, soothing rumble of his voice followed by the clink of a crate door being unlatched, and then the whining sounds from earlier return with a vengeance.
"Oh, I know, I know. There you go, you're okay, I'm back now. Come on, we're going to go through and meet a friend of mine."
Quiet, frantic chattering that Robby can't quite make out.
"Yes, I'm sure he'll like you, and I'm sure he'll want to be your friend too. But you have to be a good boy, because Robby only likes good boys."
Robby raises his eyebrows reflexively, barely has time to school his face and wipe the slight smirk off it before Jack rounds the corner, half-dragging Dennis behind him by a firm grip on the back of his neck.
"Dennis, this is my friend, Robby. Robby, this is Dennis."
Jack has to practically drag Dennis to sit on the couch with him, pulling him tightly to his side to try to contain some of the restless wiggling and attempts to climb into Jack's lap and seemingly directly into his skin.
"Hi Dennis. I know this must all be very confusing, and I know you're struggling, and I'm here to help with that. Jack's told me a little bit about you, but would you like to tell me about yourself?"
"No." Spat petulantly into Jack's neck, where Dennis is trying to hide himself. Jack's gaze hardens a little.
"Dennis. I told you, Robby is my friend, and he's trying to be yours. You will be polite."
Dennis whines like Jack has told him he can't have his favourite treat, and Robby finds himself ticking off all the relevant boxes in his head, and writing little notes in the imaginary margins.
He tilts his head, tries to make eye contact with Dennis, who only glares at him with one baleful eye, the other hidden in Jack's clavicle.
"Dennis, I think it's going to be a lot more helpful if you look at me and answer my questions. Can you do that?"
"Fuck off."
Jack looks like he's about to snap a reprimand, but Robby simply nods at Dennis, slow and calm, as if he's made a mildly interesting observation.
"Okay." Soft and gentle, voice pitched low as if to soothe. Robby makes eye contact with Jack, asking a question that doesn't need to be spoken between them. Jack nods in return, and Robby smiles.
He's standing almost as fast as a natural-born wolf, one hand closing on Dennis' scruff and the other on his wrist with practiced ease, and he hauls him off of Jack, manhandling him while he wails and writhes in his grip.
Those newly sharp teeth snap around the air where Robby's hand was, and Dennis grunts in surprise when Robby easily nudges the back of his knees and sends him toppling to the floor, bent and kneeling beside Robby's legs.
A sharp crack snaps through the air, and Dennis' startled cry is almost comically delayed. Robby's hand stays poised by Dennis' thigh, where it has just made a hard and sudden impact.
"You do not bite." Robby's other huge hand is clamped hard around Dennis' neck, and he shakes him by the scruff briefly for emphasis, jiggling a soft whine from Dennis in the process. Robby leans down to speak into Dennis' poor, red ear as the puppy flushes in shock and humiliation. His voice is like velvet, gentle and calm and slightly unsettling if it's rubbed the wrong way. "You do not bite me, and from now on you do not bite Jack unless I'm here to supervise your playtime. I can already see you've done damage to his furniture, but that stops now. Oh, I know, that's all very cruel, isn't it?"
Robby has slowly manipulated Dennis so his head is forced to lie on his knee. He can see the poor thing's eyes darting frantically towards Jack. He taps Dennis' thigh once more in warning, clicks his tongue.
"No, I'm talking to you now. You don't need to look at Jack, he's already put up with enough from you."
A choked whine with some real distress in it, and Robby lets his voice soften just a little.
"Don't work yourself up, he's not abandoning you and you're still his very sweet little puppy that he's very fond of. But you've been misbehaving - no, we don't need to hear any whining from you, thank you - so I'm going to help you be a good boy for Jack. Because I think that's what you want, isn't it? Just to be a good, sweet boy, am I right?"
Despite the shock still clouding his eyes and making his pulse flutter frantically at his throat, Dennis' body has started to unwind from its unbearable tightness as Robby's voice washes over him, and his head grows heavy as he settles, trance-like, further into Robby's lap and his hold. He nods, once, barely perceptible.
Jack smiles and Robby coos gently down at Dennis, who is aware on some level that this big, strange man is patronising him, but he just can't bring himself to wish that he'd stop. The words, the voice, they all drag him down to a place where the aches and pains and frantic, screaming new instincts in his body are all like distant, fading echoes in a dark place. It's peaceful here.
"Oh, what a good boy. See, we can be friends now, can't we?" Robby glances up at Jack, keeps one hand locked to the back of Dennis' neck and squeezing rhythmically.
"Is he eating?"
"Inconsistently. Sometimes he acts like he's starving, other days I have to wrestle water down his throat. Nothing too out of the ordinary, given the new senses can be pretty overwhelming."
Robby nods, running his other hand up and down Dennis' back, feeling his muscles shudder and chase the sensation. He allows himself a small smirk up at Jack.
"Touch?"
"Wanted. Constantly."
Robby chortles a rusty laugh at the dryness of Jack's tone, the quirk of his eyebrow.
"But he's also incredibly restless, and his muscles and bones hurt all the time from the change. He wants to pace and play and wrestle - and bite - at all fucking hours. He won't stay still enough for anything else. He barely sleeps, which is only making everything worse."
"Okay." Robby nods thoughtfully, patting Dennis' back and feeling him twitch in response. "Well, let's start there, then. See if we can't get some of this tension out of you, hmm?"
Without any further discussion or hesitation, Robby reaches the hand that isn't clamped on Dennis' neck down to his legs, and nudges them apart.
"Okay Dennis, just let me in and give me some room - there you go, there's a good boy."
Dennis is so startled by the hand easily dipping below his waistband that he barely does anything more than grunt at the sensation of one of those big, hairy hands closing around his cock. He reflexively jerks, tries to curl around the intrusive hand, but his neck is still being squeezed, his head still pressed against Robby's knee, and even the gentle, steady pressure on his cock isn't enough to fully yank him out of that warm, comfortable low place he's sunk to. He whimpers when Robby's hand actually starts moving firmly, stroking up and down his cock in a somewhat clinical fashion.
"Mm, I know, you weren't expecting that, were you? Poor puppy. I know, it's all very personal, isn't it?" Robby's musing in the same mild way he might have been talking about the weather, and it makes something writhe in Dennis' belly as his hips start to twitch ever so slightly. "Just relax, there's a good boy. You've got all that pent up energy, and it's only getting you in trouble, isn't it? Give it to me and I'll get rid of it, there we go."
"He's responsive, that's a good sign," Robby directs casually to Jack, who has resumed swigging at his beer as he lets Dennis hold hazy eye contact with him. He smiles at his poor, befuddled boy as his cheeks start to flush and he starts to vocalise in tiny, repeated little whimpers.
"Can't say I'm surprised," Jack returns easily, "he's all over me the minute I do so much pat his hand. Hell, sometimes all I have to do is look at him and he'll come running over here like I've dangled a treat in front of him."
"Jack!" Tearful and wobbly, Dennis' part-plea part-protest almost gets swallowed by his unsteady breathing as Robby starts to twist his wrist on the upstroke.
"Ah ah, drop the attitude." Robby ceases all movement, gripping Dennis' cock tight at the base and nodding when it tears a quiet cry from Dennis' throat. His hips bob helplessly, though it does him no good to essentially be humping the air. "If you want to whine, I'll make sure you have something to whine about."
"I'm - I'm sorry. Robby, I'm sorry."
"Not to me."
"Jack - Jack, I'm sorry. Sir, I promise I'm so - I'm so sorry."
"Very pretty, such a good boy." Robby gently coos down at him, slowly resuming his stroking as Jack lowly assures Dennis.
"I know you are, Den. You're doing very well. Does that feel nice?"
Dennis nods frantically, as much as he can with Robby's hand still clamping down on his neck and keeping his head on his lap. His eyes are red-rimmed as they gaze up at Jack, whimpers falling quietly but far more freely from his lips as he alternates between holding his breath and panting in desperate, gulping breaths.
"You've been tense and hurting for a long time, haven't you Dennis?" Robby murmurs, low and quiet into his ear. A sound a lot like a sob tears its way through Dennis' throat and he nods in frantic, undone agreement. His hips are faltering in their rhythm.
"And it's all built and built inside you until it all comes pouring out," Robby glides his fingers over the head of Dennis' cock, feels his whole body twitch, "in such naughty behaviour. So we're going to make sure you have a proper outlet for that, hmm? We're going to make sure you're nice and empty down here, so that head of yours can be quiet and fuzzy and relaxed."
Dennis is starting to let out urgent little sounds now, eyes glued to Jack, almost like he's making a distress call, begging Jack to answer, to give him what he needs.
"Robby-"
"He can come when he's remembered his manners."
"Please! Sir - please. Can I? I'll be good, I promise I'll be - be good."
Robby laughs at the sheer desperation, and Jack makes a lazy attempt to hide just how sweet he finds it. Robby raises his brows at Jack, shrugs at him.
"He's your puppy, not mine."
"Go ahead, Denny, let Robby get it all out of you."
The way Dennis curls violently around Robby's hand, the way he wails, open-mouthed and distraught, Jack almost thinks he's in mortal pain. He shudders and sobs and convulses in Robby's hand while the older man shushes him and gradually slows the action of the hand between his legs, while the one gripping Dennis' neck starts up a gentle palpating motion.
Jack feels compelled to reach over and stroke a hand down Dennis' narrow, shuddering back.
"Denny?"
A low, ruined sob is his only answer, and it pulls at Jack's hearstrings. He looks to Robby for approval, and a brief, fond nod is his only answer. He reaches down to haul Dennis up beneath his armpits, passing his limp, shuddering form easly over to Jack.
"Hey sweetheart." Jack rumbles into Dennis' ear, settling him against his chest, patting the muscles that still twitch. "Does it all feel a little less staticky now?"
An exhausted whine is the only sound the drifts up from the shuddering heap that is Jack's puppy, and Robby snorts fondly.
"Go put him to bed, before he does a header straight into the floor." Robby's wiping his hand off as he casts a fleeting look up at Jack. "When you come back, we can talk logistics for how this is all going to work."
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Extremely self-indulgent Hucklerobby "Daddy teaches his little boy how to kiss fic." FT fauxcest, punishment, spitting, degradation, etc. No one look at me.
A record droned on, warming the living room as Robby and Dennis lounged on the couch. Robby was lying down, propped up against the armrest, Dennis tucked in against his body.
After a shift, it took Dennis time to slip into rest. Whenever he tried to tidy up after work, Robby would nag and complain until he could get Dennis off his feet. Now, couch time was mandatory and Dennis supposed that was alright.
Robby was warm and broad. Even after a shift he still smelled faintly of cologne. His hand caressed Dennis’ thigh, fingertips dipping under the hemline of his shorts every so often. It was the kind of rest Dennis had once dreamed of. One rooted in safety and trust, making him feel whole and at peace.
Well, for a while.
Because, inevitably, Robby's innocent touches would escalate to not-so-innocent touches. Then, right on cue, Robby's hand groped under Dennis’ shirt and the older man leaned in for a kiss.
Dennis could kiss. He could. He liked kissing– he liked kissing Robby! He just… never figured out all the tongue stuff. His secret, high-school boyfriends never got that far past chaste kisses and quick hand jobs in a barn. Then, homelessness pretty much dashed all opportunities at romance throughout college and med school. Anything Dennis had done was a far cry from the languid, relaxed making out that Robby seemed to crave so much. Dennis usually tried to play it off, break off the kisses before they got too deep, bury his head in Robby’s neck. That didn't seem to be working this time.
Robby had Dennis’ face in both hands: gripping his jaw and cheekbone. Enough slack to stop kissing whenever Dennis wanted, but not enough to move towards Robby's chest and hide his face. The second time Dennis tried to make a break for it, Robby spoke up.
“Stay up here with me, Den?” Robby asked, his thumb brushing along Dennis’ lower lip. The request was so sweet and gentle… Dennis couldn’t deny his boyfriend. Could he?
“Uh,” Dennis swallowed. “...yeah. Ok.” He nodded. He could do this. He was a grown man. Most people figured this out as teenagers. He was a practicing doctor. He was regularly having sex with this man! Kissing couldn't be that hard.
Robby’s lips landed back on his, warm and soft. Dennis imagined that if he wasn't so scared, he could really come to enjoy this. The heady feeling of focusing on nothing but the man in front of him. The world narrowed down to a single point of contact.
Then, Robby's tongue grazed Dennis’ lower lip and suddenly Dennis was clammy. He didn't know what to do with his hands. His mouth was rapidly drying out. His spine stiffened and instead of doing literally anything he just sort of… stopped moving. Like a body in the cadaver lab, his mind unhelpfully supplied.
Robby broke contact when Dennis stilled.
“Hey,” he whispered, concern hiding in his furrowed brow.
“Hey,” Dennis choked out.
“Is… something wrong?”
“Ah,” Dennis sucked his teeth. “No. No, it's just…” he lifted his eyes up to Robby, praying to god that he wasn’t making what Trinity called his “sad puppy face.”
Robby's raised eyebrow wasn’t promising on that front.
“Den, if there's ever something you don't like, that’s fine. We just have to talk about it.” Hypocrite. Dennis thought– but that was a conversation for another time.
“No– I like… I just–” He closed his eyes and steeled himself. “I just haven't kissed a lot.”
“...What does that mean?”
“The, uh, tongue stuff.” Tongue stuff? Kill him. “I don't really… I don't really know how. I- I want to, I just get nervous?”
For a second Robby didn't respond. It probably didn't help that Dennis had his eyes closed. That was fine. Robby didn't have to say anything. Dennis was running through the logistics of quitting his residency and fleeing the state. He could probably swing it– it honestly didn't seem so hard right now. He just told his boss-boyfriend that he was a 28 year-old man who didn't know how to kiss. This was Robby. The man has been kissing longer than Dennis has been alive– oh god actually don't think about that right now. Jesus Christ, Dennis was spiraling. Could Robby tell he was spiraling?
He cracked his eyes open to catch Robby barely containing his laughter.
“Oh my god!” He shoved Robby in the shoulder. “Don't laugh at me! I'm being really brave here.”
Dennis’ plea had the opposite effect as Robby doubled over chuckling in front of him.
“Dennis!”
“Don't–!” Dennis could feel a blush rise to the top of his ears.
“Den–!” Robby's face was scrunched up from giggling, showing off his crows feet and smile lines.
“Robby!” That was enough! Dennis flipped miserably onto just back and crossed his arms, waiting for his boyfriend to cut it out.
“Oh, don't be like that.” Condescending asshole. “It's okay, Den.”
“No it's not. It’s literally miserable.”
“Oh, hush. A hand came down to raffle Dennis’ hair. It did nothing to help him feel less infantilized and really liking it didn't help either. “You know that I'm okay with you being less experienced.”
“This is different! This is kissing! Everyone is supposed to like kissing. It's natural!”
“Trust me, it takes practice. I just have a lot of it.”
Dennis pouted.
Robby shifted gears, moving close to whisper a sing-song voice into his ear. “You just need a teach-er.”
Dennis felt goosebumps on the back of his neck. “R–”
A hand palmed over his shorts before he could protest. “Daddy just needs to teach his little boy how to kiss,” he teased.
If anyone asked about the sound Dennis made in that moment, he would deny it to his grave.
Weight shifted on the couch as Robby moved over him, pinning Dennis under his hips. Wet kisses landed along his cheekbone, jaw, and neck as Dennis slipped into a whinier, smaller version of himself.
“Daddy–”
“Shh. Just take it.”
Dennis was going to hell. Hard in record time, grinding into his chief attending's thigh.
Robby relented, bringing his face directly above Dennis’.
“Just take it slow, sweet boy.” Daddy's gravelly voice washed over Dennis.
“What if…” He bit his lip. Real vulnerability peeking out behind the faux-innocence. “What if I'm bad at it, Daddy?”
“It's okay, baby. Daddy's gonna take care of you.” He was so close now, Dennis could feel his lips form the words. “You trust me right?”
Yes. Completely. All the time, in everything. “Mhm.”
—
It took a few minutes of Robby stroking his hair for Dennis to find a steady rhythm. When he wasn't so nervous, kissing was actually pretty nice. Robby had soft lips that contrasted the rough scratch of his beard. The sound of his breathing made Dennis’ heart ache. Robby had kept Dennis nestled underneath him. It was overwhelmingly safe. Like his Daddy had eclipsed the whole world; everything that ever mattered was on this couch.
Dennis could feel his own spit covered, swollen lips. They were surprisingly sensitive. Every once and a while, Robby's tongue traced one of his lips. It was soft and wet– yet not as off-putting as before. It was sweet. A skin-to-skin contact he'd never experienced before. Like being held for the first time.
Robby was enjoying himself too. Broad hands stretching over any piece of Dennis that he could touch. Relishing the way one of his hands could nearly encompass Dennis’ whole waist. Watching his boy come apart under him: handing over all his trust like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Eventually, Dennis felt a nibble on his bottom lip and instinctively gasped. Robby's tongue dipped tenderly past his lips, earning a soft moan from Dennis.
“See, isn't that nice?” Robby purred into his ear. “Not so scary huh?”
Dennis moaned, mouth failing to form any actual words. His hips jutted up into Daddy's, chasing friction and making Robby chuckle.
Somewhere in the room, their record had ended. The faint white noise of the needle hitting nothing remained. Dennis hadn't even noticed.
Robby was letting Dennis set his own pace. Showing him what to do but not rushing him to do it. Dennis caught between the anxiety of trying and the desperation of having Robby as physically close as possible.
His hands tangled in Robby's hair and neck, tugging the older man close to him.
“Ah-ah. Don't be greedy.”
Dennis complied before the command even registered to him in his brain. He whined and writhed. Didn’t Daddy understand? Dennis needed him close– needed more.
“Oh, see how sweet you are? My good boy. Following my orders all pretty.”
“Daddy–!”
Robby cut him off sharply: “If you want it, earn it, Den.”
He lowered his lips slowly onto Dennis.
Dennis was brave. He was a good boy. He could earn it. He was good. He was good. He was good–
His tongue tried to peek out and run along Robby's mouth. Wrong. Bad. It was messier than he intended it to be. Tongue flat and unpleasant. None of the finesse Daddy had.
“Sloppy, Den. Try again.” Not mean or angry but directive. The same way Robby instructed him during a trauma. But they weren't in a trauma. They were in Robby's apartment and Dennis had been leaking precum into his boxers for the last 15 minutes.
“M’ sorry,” he gasped out.
He tried again slower this time. Using just the edge of his tongue, earning a groan out of his Daddy.
“Like that?”
“Just like that, Den. Good boy.” The praise made Dennis buck and keen, chasing more closeness.
He and Robby were finding a rhythm: slow, sure, and reciprocal. Dennis needed to focus to make it good, carefully mimicking the way Daddy's mouth felt on his. He started eagerly parting his lips, hoping for Daddy's tongue in his mouth. Keeping his hands balled up in Daddy's shirt so he wouldn't get greedy again.
The wet heat made him sink deeper and deeper, taking in Robby in every way he could. Rough hands under his shirt. The weight of Daddy pushing into the couch. Fingers combing through his hair. Not kissing to get to something better. Just enjoying each other. Slowly, because they could.
Until Dennis got impatient and started whining again. Hitched breaths and whimpers slipping out between kisses.
“What're you crying for, Den?”
“More–”
“More what?”
Frustrated tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes. Why didn't Daddy understand?
Dennis brought their mouths back together, eager and messy. Head too cloudy to focus the way Daddy taught him to. A warning tug pulled at his curls but he didn't care. He needed Daddy close: in his mouth and on his tongue.
“Den–” Robby muttered, patience wearing thin.
Dennis used the moment to push his tongue deeper into Daddy's mouth. Hot and messy, mostly catching Robby's teeth. The older man yanked himself backward, sputtering.
“Stop!” Daddy growled.
“Please–” Robby silenced Dennis with a firm grab on just jaw.
“Nope. None of that. You lost that privilege.”
Dennis felt more hot tears slide down the side of his face. He blubbered and ground up into his daddy– layers of shorts and sweatpants hiding nothing between them.
“What happened to my good boy?” Robby mocked. “You were being so polite. Get too stupid? It's barely been a couple minutes.”
He lowered back closer to Dennis. The younger man responded by craning his neck, fighting the grip Robby had on his jaw. He thrashed petulantly against the resistance. Dennis was strong but Daddy really had him stuck.
“Open,” Robby commanded.
Dennis made a weak, questioning sound.
“Listen to your Dad, Den. If you want kisses, you'll have to earn them back.”
Ok. Ok. His brain was spinning out with desire. He could be good. Dennis wet his lips before carefully parting his mouth. Lips wider than he would for a kiss, jaw opened and obedient.
He panted for a moment, chest rising for small, deep breaths.
Then, Robby licked a broad stripe across the side of Dennis’ mouth and tongue. Dennis gasped as saliva pooled on his skin. He felt used and messy in a way that went straight between his legs.
“You like that? Feel what it's like? Filthy boy.” Robby made a fist in Dennis' hair before going back down to lick at Dennis’ open mouth.
Dennis didn't dare speak. He didn't do anything to close his mouth. He let Daddy lap across his lips and jaw. He was a very good boy.
Robby felt on fire. His little boy took his punishment so well, he almost wanted to go easy on him. That wouldn’t help though. Dennis needed a firm hand and it made Robby feel like the luckiest man alive.
Dennis was kiss drunk below him. Pupils consuming the blue in his eyes. Face wet with tears and saliva. Sweet desperate sounds that only Robby made him feel safe enough to make. All pried open under Daddy's love.
Robby waited for Dennis’ eyes to flutter closed to spit into the boy's mouth. It landed with a smack as Dennis recoiled.
“It doesn't feel good does it?” Robby chided, a mean edge raising his voice. “It doesn't feel good to be messy huh, baby?”
“M'sorry!” Dennis cried, spit dripping around his mouth and on his tongue.
Robby pressed his fingers into the mess, swirling it around. “My messy, sloppy boy. What would you do without your Daddy to teach you?”
“Dad…” Dennis croaked. Grabby hands clutching the sides of Daddy's face.
“I know, I know. If I wipe you down are you gonna be good?” Robby asked, taking his fingers out of the boy's mouth.
Dennis pushed his chin up slightly, chasing the missing contact. He was flush, cheeks blotchy and wet. His voice was small: “Yes, Daddy.”
Robby brought his sleeve up to wipe down Dennis' face. Soft, gentle motions until the boy was neat and tidy again.
Dennis looked up at him, eyes clear and calming down from his punishment. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Thank you for cleaning me up, Daddy.”
“Every time, sweetheart.”
Dennis pulled his mouth to the side, thinking for a second. “I'm sorry if I was bad at it.”
Robby's face lit up, fondness softening every edge. “Not bad, just… learning.” He brought a hand up to sit firmly on the space between Dennis’ neck and shoulder. “You'll just need a lot more practice with Dad.”
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Jack is chubby, loves cats, doesn't know how to dress, and is Major Virgin. Robby trips over his own feet, eats like a dog, and can't talk to girls.
Jack is sitting behind the library feeding the stray cats that hang out there, splitting his cafeteria tray with them and saying he really doesn't need to eat it all anyway. Robby eats on the go, can't hold still ever, and was walking towards his dorm when he passed and hears "Wish I was like you guys. I could look like this and be cute. You guys have it all,"
Robby is curious and watches as Jack holds a spoonful of pudding out for a pregnant white cat to eat off. Robby laughs and suddenly they're talking about how the cats probably eat better than them and then they're walking together and Jack is catching Robby when he trips on the sidewalk, Robby blushes and giggles and tells Jack he's so strong.
Then they both turn red and march off to their respective dorms and jerk off in shame because what the fuck was that.
It takes them 14 years to realize they like each other.
