Pando

"What are you doing?!" Dennis yelped, kicking Robby. Robby let him go.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"I don't— I'm not sure," Dennis kicked robbys hand away and crawled back to the headboard.

"Are you being serious right now?" Robby took off his jacket, discarding it to the floor and walked to the side of the bed Dennis was on.

"Don't get me wrong, it's cute, but I'm not gonna fight you right now," As much as Robby did love a good wrestling match, he seriously worried for the outcome that would have, and he didn't know Dennis like that. Having at least their first time together being with Dennis not kicking would be ideal.

"Robby," Dennis whispered. He looked up to him and Dennis looked scared. It was enough to get Robby to back up. He put his hands up defensively, as if to show Dennis 'im not gonna hurt you.' Dennis glanced between Robbys face and his hard-on. Robby sat on the bed next to Dennis and grabbed his shoulder. It was lighter than before, much more comforting.

"Listen, Dennis, I'm not gonna hurt you," Dennis loosened up, nodding and letting Robby rub a hand over his back.

"Okay."

"But, you really need to know what you're implying when you say those types of things,"

"I just… I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just used to sleeping in the same bed as my brothers," Dennis sniffled "I'm sorry."

Robby pet his hair and hugged him tight. Dennis didn't make any noise. He buried his face into Robbys shoulder.

"I know you're sorry." Robby shushed him and rocked them back and forth. After several moments he let Dennis go. Dennis was reluctant to go. Robby scratched behind his ear and Dennis melted into it.

"Do you wanna say sorry?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's not what I meant." Robby moved his hand to the side of dennis's neck and Dennis opened his eyes finally. Robby guided his hand to his erection and Dennis pulled back like he had been burned.

"You don't want it?"

"It's wrong." He blurted out. "It's a sin. I can't do it."

Robby smiled sympathetically and placed dennis's hand back, holding it there by the wrist.

"It's alright, baby, we don't have to do anything serious,"

"I can't do anything that's more than hand holding. I can't do anything with a man." Dennis furrowed his brows and tried pulling his hand back. Robby kept it there, pressing it against his own dick, grinding into Dennis's palm.

"We'll use a condom, okay? It doesn't count, yeah? If we're not really touching." Robby was pulling said condom from his pocket before Dennis had time to protest. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock out from the slit in his boxers, not bothering to take his clothes off.

"You just… keep a condom in your pocket?" Dennis mumbled, doing little to hide the way he was staring at Robby. He was only half hard, and Dennis was sure he would have to use two hands. Robby handed the packet to Dennis and Dennis pushed it back.

"I can't do it. I'm gonna go to hell if I do it." Dennis whimpered. The hand that wasn't pushing the wrapper back to Robby was clenching the bed sheets.

"Dennis, you have a responsibility now." Robby sighed like he was truly dissapointed. It made Dennis's stomach turn. "You can't talk to a man like that and not help him take care of it, it hurts, y'know? You have a dick too, you should know better."

"I just ignore it." Dennis pulled a leg against his chest, glancing between Robby's face and his dick.

"Just do this for me, Dennis." Robby put the condom on as he spoke. It left no more room for discussion. Waste not, want not.

"Okay, just… I can't participate. You just have to use my body." Cute.

"Deal." Robby had to stop himself from kissing Dennis. He wanted to eat him alive. He urged Dennis onto the floor, onto his knees in between Robby's legs. He held Dennis's jaw, pressing his thumb into his cheek and forcing it open. Dennis didn't resist. He looked up at Robby, pleading in his eyes. Robby wasn't sure what for. Saliva gathered under his tongue, wetting his lips. Robby pulled his jaw open wider and put his tip into Dennis's mouth. Dennis still didn't move. He kept his hands on his thighs and furrowed his brows. Robby took his face with both of his hands, urging him down.

"Watch your teeth, sweetheart,"

"Please, I need," Robby started, keening underneath Dennis. Dennis' hand held steady, keeping the vibrator right where it was on the tip of Robby's t-dick.

Robby had bought a wand with the intent of using it on Dennis. He hid it poorly in the closet, leaving it easy for Dennis to grab and turn on the other.

"Need what?"

"Need to cum, Dennis, fuck-" Robby moaned out, turning into a whimper as Dennis took the vibrator off of him, holding the thing above him but no longer touching.

"Wrong name."

Robby took a few seconds to start thinking again. He wasn't used to this play and still had to make a conscious effort.

"I'm sorry, mommy."

The conscious part of him cringed at the title; he was a 50-something-year-old calling his 20-something boyfriend 'mommy'. His subconscious felt the opposite, getting wetter every time he said it.

It was his fault, after all. It didn't start out on purpose. About a year into dating, Robby bottomed for the first time since before he transitioned. It had taken quite a bit of convincing on Dennis' part. Robby wasn't vocal in bed before then, usually reserved to grunts and pants, but when he bottomed, it was non-stop. Moans and whimpers and pleas. And then he said it, an almost imperceptible 'mommy'. But Dennis caught it, flushing and going twice as hard. He asked Robby about it afterward. Robby was embarrassed, but Dennis encouraged him, told him he really liked it.

And now, usually a couple of times a month, when Robby's stress was nearing a breaking point or when Dennis was feeling particularly out of control, they indulged it.

He wouldn't call it role-play, necessarily. There were no costumes or scripts. But the roles were clear. They were almost the complete opposite of what people would assume about their relationship. Robby never liked being called Daddy, but would tolerate it since the guys who liked him usually wanted to. But it always felt like an added pressure in his life, that even in sex, he was expected to take the lead and not falter.

He was rarely dominant to Dennis in the bedroom, though. His subservience started with Dennis riding his strap, not letting Robby touch him. And then it was a makeshift blindfold with a bandana. And then it was Dennis marking Robby up, and it continued to here.

"Hey, baby, where you going?" Dennis smoothed a hand over Robby's shoulder, bringing him back to the present. He turned off the wand, insistent buzzing leaving the scene.

"I need you, mommy, need you inside." Robby whined.

"Yeah? You want my cock in you, baby?"

Robby just nodded. He didn't trust himself to come up with a verbal response that would result in total humiliation. Even if Dennis would never make fun of him, Robby had a habit of kicking himself afterward.

Dennis brushed the hair sticking to Robby's forehead away, he looked at him like he was his whole world. He kissed his forehead, then his mouth. Using the distraction to ease his strap into Robby.

Dennis sighed as he bottomed out, indulging himself and grinding into it a little. Robby huffed a little, shifting his hips up and wrapping his legs around Dennis. He knew his back would feel it in the morning, but it was worth it to feel Dennis that much deeper in him.

Dennis drew his hips back slowly, then pushed back in, setting a slow, languid pace. He canted his hips up, the quick learner, hitting inside of Robby just right every time. Dennis kept his eyes trained on his cock sliding in and out of Robby.

"Fuck, baby, you take it so well."

Dennis lightly swatted over Robby's dick, staining his hand with the residual slick there. He brought it up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean save for the new coating of spit. Dennis was more of a pervert than Robby could've hoped for.

Robby moaned, too fucked out to form proper sentences, instead babbling fragments and curses.

"Mom-mommy, fuck, close-."

"Ask me nicely," Dennis insisted.

"Can I cum? Mommy, please?"

Dennis drove into Robby quicker, bringing his hand down to play with his t-dick.

"You wanna cum?"

Robby nodded fervently, tears starting to form with the effort of holding back.

"Uh-huh, wanna cum on Mommy's cock, please?"

"Shit, baby, yeah," Dennis grunted out, Robby's pleas fueling him that much farther, his hips faltering a little but still maintaining his pace as he fucked and stroked Robby to his breaking point.

Robby's mouth opened like he was going to scream, but no noise came out. He was clutching the bedsheets under him and shaking, keeping eye contact with Dennis as long as he could as his cunt clenched around him, further sullying their bedsheets.

His orgasm lasted longer than usual, back arching up towards Dennis, and tears falling down his face. Dennis fucked him through it.

It was overwhelming. But so, so good.

When he stopped shaking, Dennis pulled out and wrapped a hand around his strap, the slick making it easy for him to jerk off quickly. He acted like it was a real cock, and he was cumming on Robby's stomach. He imagined the way he would have coated that thick hair with it, panting as he came.

He let himself fall on top of Robby, burying his head in his chest for a few seconds. Robby was still catching his breath when he sat up. Dennis pulled him into a slow, passionate kiss. Much more chaste than anything else that had just happened.

Dennis hauled himself up, clicking off his harness and using a baby wipe to clean himself and Robby up.

Robby was returning to himself, that cloudy look in his eyes dissipating. But he looked calmer than before they started. It meant Dennis did his job well.

"You need me to help you to the bathroom?"

Jack was, for lack of a better word, a pervert. It wasn't something he made known, but he never attempted to hide it from his partners. Years of therapy had rid him of almost any shame about his fantasies. Robby, on the other hand, wouldn't even admit what he really wanted to himself. Jack would try to push him a little, but he rarely yielded. Dennis threw a wrench in all of that.

Jack had told Robby about how he and Dennis started dating, nothing serious, just a bit of fun. Robby's face dropped, but his pupils dialted and he flushed. Jack knew all his tells by now.

Jack made a point to grab Dennis by the scruff of his neck when they were in eyeshot(?) of Robby. It was a perverted imitation of the way Robby touched Dennis when he was a student. something that was a guiding hand, Jack turned into a bruising grip, before sliding his hand lower and lower, beyond what was hospital appropriate. No one else but Robby seemed to care. And if they did, they didn't say anything to him.

Jack saw the way Dennis acted around Robby as well, absentmindely staring at him with an expression Jack wasn't completely sure he could make out. His best guess was reverence, maybe want. He wasn't jealous, but he still felt that innate ownership over Dennis. If Dennis wanted to be shared, he should at least ask Jack.

"I think Robby likes you," Jack said abprubtly one night. Dennis was laying in Jack's lap while Jack pretended to watch a movie on tv. His eyes snapped to Jack's, eyebrows furrowing. Jack continued,

"I think you like Robby." He smiled, but it didn't do much to calm Dennis. He sat up, stuttering out a denial. Jack cut him off, patting his thigh.

"Jack," Dennis looked scared.

"Come sit. You're not in trouble." he reassured him. Dennis obeyed, shifting until he was sitting in Jack's lap, back to chest. Jack let his hands rest on Dennis's stomach underneath his thin cotton t-shirt. He could feel the boy's stomach fluttering under the light touch. Jack kissed the back of his neck until Dennis leaned against him. Jack rested his head on Dennis's shoulder. He was warm.

"It's okay if you like him, I just have to know," Jack rubbed his hands over dennis's stomach, placating him a little.

"You're not angry?" Dennis's voice was shaky, but his heart rate was slowing down to a normal pace.

"Of course not, baby."

"I like him," Dennis whispered.

The first time James and Dennis had sex, James was almost completely quiet save for some heavy breathing and maybe a whimper or two. It was clear he was holding back, quite literally biting his tongue in an effort to keep his over-talkative nature at bay.

Dennis wasn't having it. He knew James could do better than that, that both of them would probably have more fun if James let go a bit more. So, the second time they had sex, Dennis got James drunk.

He wasn't a lightweight, but it didn't take much alcohol for him to lower his inhibitions. That, combined with a healthy combination of teasing, left him easily pliable for Dennis to draw out whatever sounds he wanted.

"Dennis, fuck, please," James breathed out. He was lying in Dennis's lap, Dennis holding a vibrator to his dick, pressing down just right so that James was bucking his hips up.

"Please, what?" Dennis asked, running his unoccupied hand over James' thigh.

"Doctor Whitaker, please?" James whined, sweat gathering on his brow and cunt dripping onto the bedsheets. Dennis let out a choked laugh. He was asking what James wanted, but that reaction was more than welcome. He clicked up the vibrator a couple of times in reward.

James was panting, chest moving up and down. Dennis moved Dennis moved his hand his hand to be under thigh, keeping his legs open. Dennis rested his head over James's shoulder to get a better look. He really was pretty like this.

"What do you need?"

"Need to come," James clenched his stomach with the effort to keep it together. Dennis hadn't even asked James to; he felt a surge of pride with all the power James had given up to him. Dennis was special. Dennis hummed and waited a few seconds to respond. James started to cry a little.

"Doctor— Dr Whitaker, I can't, seriously—"

"You can come," Dennis pressed a kiss to James's clothed shoulder. He was coming in seconds, legs fighting back to close against Dennis's grip, leaning his head back against Dennis's shoulder, letting out a choked moan.

Dennis clicked the vibrator off when James stopped twitching, letting it fall to the couch cushion below them. Dennis squeezed James's thigh a little, bringing him back down to earth. James took his right hand and brushed a kiss to his knuckles, humming appreciatively.