ORIS'S MULTIFANDOM BLOG

The wind whips through Robby's hair as he rides behind you. The roads are mostly empty, it being far too early for anyone but wanderers like him to be up, the gentle light of dawn shining down on the two of you.

Normally, Robby wouldn't have ever entertained going home to live with a stranger for three or so odd months. But… the sex was good, and free room and board was better. So here he is, staring at your ass as you balance yourself on your Harley, watching every shift of your body intently.

Fuck, if there were a time to feel like an old pervert, now would be it. But for once, Robby doesn't feel that cold dread start to settle in. There's a soft feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's fuzzy, not the usual heaviness that settles in when he's alone with his thoughts. The two of you veer onto a dirt path, the canopy of trees above you swaying as you race through the trail. you come to a stop in front of a mid-sized cabin, rustic with modernized embellishments. You pull off your helmet, running a quick hand through your hair as you key off your bike.

"This is it."

Robby slides his bike next to yours, looking up at the cabin, and then over at you.

"Interesting choice of.."

He gestures vaguely at the whole thing.

You laugh as you walk up to him.

"Built it myself. kind of." You pause, letting out a soft huff. "I'm not a serial killer, if that helps."

Robby snorts, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around your waist,

"Darling, you'd be the cutest man who's ever tried to kill me."

You raise a brow, deciding not to question that. Robby notices, of course, and shrugs.

"It's a longer list than you'd think." He murmurs as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours. A grin breaks out across your face as you press your lips to his. Robby immediately pushes his tongue against yours, pulling soft sounds from you as one hand reaches down to squeeze your ass. A low whimper rips from your throat as Robby shushes you.

"Hey, hey. Daddy's gotcha. I gotcha."

His words are soothing as you relax into him immediately, going pliant in his hold. Both of Robby's hands are on your ass now, gently massaging the plump flesh there. Your hips twitch forwards, and Robby laughs.

"Someone's an eager puppy, huh?"

Your mind grows fuzzy as he continues to soothe you, gently guiding you to grind against his thigh. Your cock starts to harden as you start to hump him, desperately grinding against him through the stiffness of your jeans. The friction is delicious, but it's not nearly enough. You paw at Robby's chest as he flexes his thigh between your legs.

"Good boy, atta' boy. There you go, S' not enough, is it? You need me to take care of you?"

An immediate groan of relief leaves you as you nod enthusiastically, your head resting on his chest. Robby tuts softly, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he pulls you to look up at him.

"Words, baby. I need your words. Can you do that for me?"

You nod again, and as Robby tuts, you swallow back a noise of frustration.

"Yes. Yesyesyes need it, I need it-" You gasp out, already tugging at his shirt. Robby shakes his head, taking your hands in his.

"ah-ah. you don't touch unless I say you can. That's a naughty boy, huh?"

When you start to shake your head, he laughs.

"Oh, yes you are. Gotta do something about that."

One hand keeps you close to his chest while the other unclips your bandana from your back pocket. He tugs your hands behind your back, chin resting on your shoulder as he ties them together. Robby gives the knot a firm tug, making good and well sure that you wouldn't be able to wriggle out of your restraints. Robby spins you around, and fuck, how you love when he manhandles you. You're pushed forwards until you're bent over the seat of his bike. Robby isn't gentle when he pulls your belt from its loops. He holds it in his hands for a moment, silent.

"Fuck, that's it?" You snap at the sudden lull in activity, and Robby chuckles darkly.

"Oughta do something with that mouth of yours, boy." He murmurs, curling the belt around his fist before unraveling it, pulling it into your mouth from behind, gagging you as he ties the cheap leather around the back of your head. He lets out a satisfied little grunt before he pushes your head down.

"That'll teach you. Always speaking out of turn." Robby admonishes you softly as he settles behind you, his crotch pressed flush against your ass. His hand reaches to your front, releasing the button of your jeans, followed by the zipper. He's slow, infuriatingly so, as he tugs your jeans down to your ankles. Your boxers go next, and then his hands come up, grabbing your asscheeks. He squeezes them, massaging them in circles as his thumbs dip down between your crack, spreading you open. His right thumb rubs over your hole, and he taps his foot as he hums under his breath.

You hear the clinking of his belt, and then his cock settling between your cheeks. Robby gives a gentle thrust forwards, his length sliding through your asscrack. You groan, muffled by the belt in your mouth as he refuses to push inside you, instead dragging his cock between the flesh of your cheeks. You try and arch backwards, but are immediately stopped by the weight of his hand on your lower back.

"Nuh uh. you'll take what I give, and not a bit more." Robby's tone is stern, and you can only grumble in response as your painfully hard cock bumps into the frame of the bike every once in a while. You're so hard it feels like all the blood in your body has rushed down into your dick. You're dizzy from the sensation of Robby being so close, (not close enough by far,) low pitched moans spilling past the belt in your mouth with every one of Robby's thrusts that aren't inside you.

"Fuck, atta' boy. Every part of you made to make me feel good, huh? That right?"

You nod desperately, a low whine of "Ye-es!" muffled by your belt. Robby gives you no relief as he fucks between your asscheeks, the tip of his cock catching against your rim but never pushing inside. You can hear his rhythmic grunts from behind, feel his breath on your upper back as his body covers yours.

"Daddy's close. gonna give you a little treat, baby. Okay?"

Your enthusiastic response is muffled, but Robby gets the point anyways. This time when his cock catches on your hole, he presses inside. The stretch slightly burns due to the lack of lube or prep, but it feels like the closest thing to heaven you're going to get on earth.

Robby fucks into you, and your enthusiasm turns into a groan of frustration as he refuses to bury himself further inside you, cock nowhere as deep as you want it to be. You almost scream when you feel him cum inside you and pull out, leaving you high and dry. By now, there's a pool of precum on the seat of Robby's bike from your slit, your poor, neglected dick weeping for attention. You strain against your restraints as Robby pulls away, face flushing when you hear the shutter of a camera go off. You perk up as he comes close again, but growl once you feel him pull your boxers back up your hips, followed by your jeans. The handkerchief is untied first, and immediately your hands come up to pull the belt out of your mouth and off of your head.

"What the fuck?!"

Robby pushes you down as soon as you try to stand and turn around, his hand around the back of your neck, almost like he's scruffing you.

"You gotta clean up my bike."

He gestures to the mess you'd made on his bike, and your face flushes.

"I'll grab some paper towel from insi-"

Robby shakes his head, pushing you further down until you're eye level with the seat.

"Said i was gonna find a use for that mouth of yours, didn't i?"

You growl in response, trying to stand to no avail. (It's not like you're really trying, anyways.) Finally, you resign to your fate, pretending to be all that bothered by the salty taste of your pre mixed with the leather of the seat. It's no secret that this is sending signals down to your dick, your hips moving against the frame of his bike as you lick up the mess on the seat. Robby just shakes his head, pulling you back by the collar of your jacket before you can get close, drawing a whine from you.

"Later, honey. later. I promise."

"Fucking asshole."

You grumble, and Robby laughs.

"Watch it." He warns playfully, before nudging you towards the cabin. "Show me around, won't ya?"

You huff, but nod, stretching up as he finally lets go of your neck. your back cracks as you twist yourself to the side, grabbing the keys from your back pocket as the two of you step up onto the porch. It's hard to walk, thanks to the weight between your legs and the mess inside you, but you manage.

Holding the front door open for him, you gesture dramatically around the interior of the cabin.

"Ta-da. Ma maison est ta maison, or whatever."

The interior of the cabin looks a lot cleaner than the outside. it's still cozy, like a family house got shrunk down to house one man and—

A… Chicken?

Robby stares down at the bird that's perched on the kitchen counter. When you notice where his eyes are, you laugh softly, stepping inside as you push the door shut behind the two of you.

"Robby. meet Cluckles. Cluck, meet Robby."

Robby just blinks.

"… Cluckles?"

Your face flushes as you wave him off.

"It's a good name. he's one of my chickens."

"One of?"

You nod, gathering the chicken— Cluckles; into your arms. The bird lets out a soft noise before settling in your arms.

"He's the only one of my animals allowed indoors. he's got a bum leg, poor thing wouldn't make it out there."

Robby hums in response.

"Wait, animals, plural?"

You brighten up almost immediately, grinning as you grab his hand, Cluckles settled under your other arm.

"Yeah! I've got chickens, goats, rabbits— even a peacock, but he's pretty solitary." You ramble as you drag Robby to the back entrance. stepping outside reveals four animal pens, sturdily built with strong latched doors.

"It's a bit of a personal project of mine." You admit sheepishly as Robby nods along.

"I can see that."

He pauses, looking down at you. a soft smile makes its way onto his face.

"Maybe you can introduce me later?"

Your smile turns from awkward and strained to genuine, relief coursing through your body.

"Yeah! Yeah, absolutely. they'll love you, just a bunch'a sweethearts they are." You say as you lead him back inside.. You show him the great room first, setting Cluckles down on the couch as you gesture around.

It's not long until you're upstairs, and you lead Robby through the few rooms there.

"They're all basically guest rooms, so you'll have your pick. Bathrooms over there, and this," you say, stopping in front of the master bedroom, "Is mine."

You swing open the door to reveal a large bedroom, filled to the brim with personality. There are a few figures on the shelves, art hung up on the walls by sticky tak. A rifle is hung on the far end of the room under your desk opposite from your bed, which is settled nicely into the corner underneath a large window, which has various plants, both decorative and herbal, on the sill outside. The bathroom door is shut, and next to it, propped open by used laundry is your closet. You rattle off about the different doors, showing him where everything is.

Robby nods along, looking around the place.

"Think I'll stay here, if you don't mind. looks like there's plenty of space."

He shoots you a mischievous little grin, and you can feel a soft blush crawling up your face.

"Right. yeah, no, that's.. fine."

Robby steps towards you, and then again, until the backs of your knees are hitting your mattress. You swallow as he leans down, suckling a mark into the side of your neck.

"What are you-"

"I said later, didn't I?"

You bare your neck to him, letting out soft sighs as he kisses down the column of your throat. Robby's finger hooks in your waistband, and you lift your hips obediently. Once you're bare from the waist down, he's gently maneuvering you onto your hands and knees.

"Just relax. Relax, honey." His voice is soft as he nips at your hip, his lips making their way down your spine until he's spreading you, tongue prodding at your hole. A soft hiss leaves you as your leg twitches, and Robby lets out a little huff of laughter.

"Patience. You've waited this long."

You squeeze your eyes shut as his hand wraps around your cock, stroking you as he presses his tongue into your hole. He retreats, giving you a few licks up from your perineum to your ass before he's thrusting back into your hole, hand moving in time with his tongue. The taste of himself from before coats his tongue, and Robby moans, lips closing around your rim as he sucks gently. Your cock weeps in his grip, your fluids making the glide of his hand feel effortless. He focuses his fingers on your tip, and you can't help but twitch your hips forwards. Robby tuts softly, giving your cock a warning squeeze as his free hand goes up to your hips, holding you in place as best as he can. The sensation of his hand and his tongue simultaneously has the coil in your stomach building faster and faster.

"F-fuck. Rob-"

He squeezes you again, and you moan.

"Daddy, fu-uck! Please, m' so close, m' gonna cum, oh fuck!"

Your words trail off into a low moan as the coil in your stomach tightens until it snaps, and you're spilling onto the mattress. Robby's hand doesn't slow until he's sure he's driven you into overstimulation, evident by the tears running down your cheeks and the way your cock twitches uselessly.

You hiccup softly, and then Robby's gathering you into his arms, shushing you gently.

"Hey. hey, baby, you did so well. So good for me. Oh, I know, feels a lot, huh?"

You can only sniffle in response, and Robby laughs softly.

"C'mon. let's get you cleaned up."

Robby scoops you up into his arms, your head resting against his chest. If you're being honest, you've never been this blissed out in your life. You grumble softly as he sets you on the bathroom counter, hearing him start the shower. A few minutes pass, and then he's tugging your shirt off.

"You need help in there?"

You manage a lazy nod, and Robby starts to strip. You watch him shamelessly, properly taking in the hair that runs from his chest down to his pubic mound for the first time. He hauls you up and into the shower, holding you against his chest for stability.

"Moses, that took a lot out of you, huh?"

You nod against his chest as he runs a hand through your hair.

"Can you stand for just a sec?"

You manage to steady yourself as he reaches for the bar of soap in the corner.

Robby pulls you back against himself, gently scrubbing down your body, getting all of the dirt and grime and fluids off of you.

"Mm.. feels nice."

You mumble, and he smiles.

After Robby manages to towel the both of you off, you stumble towards your closet, pulling out two pairs of pajamas, tossing one at Robby.

"You keep clothes for all your hookups?"

You roll your eyes as you pull your clothes on.

"Shut up, would you?"

"Touchy."

Robby looks good in your clothes. They're a little small for his frame, but they fit. Just barely. You'd have to get the clothes thing sorted out. Ah, well. He probably left his luggage on his bike.

Noticing the darkness outside, you perk up.

"Hey. follow me."

Robby shrugs, trailing after you as you make your way down the stairs. You flick on the porch light and step outside, flopping onto the old leather couch underneath one of the windows. You pat the spot next to you, waiting for Robby to settle in at your side.

"The stars are nice, when you can see them. no light pollution in the woods, so…"

Robby looks up.

"Huh."