dr benton… im pregnant

robby would be more obsessed with dennis' pregnancy than dennis himself, i think. part of it is the hunger that led to this— a miasmic desire that robby had set to motion—but the bigger part of it is the ravenous desire to have a family of his own. so when dennis breaks the news, pink in the cheeks and nervous beyond belief, robby cries and collapses on his feet before begging dennis to crawl to him just so they could cuddle.

thinking about all the hovering, the manhandling, the spoiling. thinking about the way robby won't stop touching dennis, needing to always feel the soft pudge of his body under his roughened palms.

robby needs to hold dennis, to touch him, to remind himself that this is real. that dennis is real. he's always dreamt of this; not even as the years crawling by, pushing him way past his prime, did the dream fizzle away. he's always dreamt of settling down and building a family, so when dennis came into his life—so beguiling in his devotion and loyalty—all robby could think of is how dennis would look so good softened by the weight of robby’s baby burrowing in him. the thought was an addictive fever, twisting in the yawning of his heart, and so robby reached for it. he made it real, forging it even amidst the weight of his own heartbreak, and look at them now—this is as good as he's always fantasized about.

thinking about the hunger; the way robby tries to cinch at his desires and smother them so that he won't burden dennis with the obsessive urges but dennis begs him to anyway.

show me, dennis tells him and robby is weak for his boy, made even weaker by the fragility of their love, so he does. thinking about the way robby strips at his cock with fast strokes, his eyes heavy as they stare into dennis' fluttering ones. "look at you, baby. fuck, den, there's no way i can hold back, not when you're so beautiful like this."

thinking about the way robby makes dennis lick him clean, his body breaking out in goosebumps with every of dennis' kittenish licks. thinking about the kiss, soon after, and how it's so messy and needy and delicious.

thinking about the way robby begs dennis to use him—“go on, baby. take what you need from me, please."

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(thinking about dennis who is the cause of it all—poking the condom, replacing his birth control with placebos, colouring robby's mind with a dream that dennis viciously wishes was real. thinking about the final straw—the whitaker family reunion that dennis brought robby to.

this is the new baby in our family, he'd told robby, lifting the chubby babe in his arms to softly nuzzle his cheek on her round one. isn't she so perfect?

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.