Robby getting his π ate for the first time π
The first time Robby heard of ass eating it was in the form of a joke, the way gay sex was always talked about in the 90s. He scrunched his nose in disgust and laughed along with everyone else, but the thought lingered. How would that even work? What would it feel like? How horny does someone have to be to even want to do that?
The next time he thinks about it is while watching a porno. Heβs only just gotten brave enough to rent gay videos, and his third one features a particularly actβ¦
The man receiving looks like heβs loving it. Heβs obnoxiously loud and squirming like heβs about to explode. Robby knows stuff like that is exaggerated in these types of movies, but his intrigue is sparked regardless.
He thinks about it every time he hooks up with a guy, but heβs never brave enough to ask. No one asks him to do it either, so he thinks maybe itβs one of those things that doesnβt really exist outside of videos and crude jokes.
But then the age of the internet comes and with it a LOT more videos with βrimmingβ in the title. Some of them are clearly shot in the actorβs bedrooms with the camera propped somewhere, but even then the men receiving are absolutely loving it, and Robby is sure they donβt have a director in their ear telling them to amp it up.
Still, Robby doesnβt dare ask anyone to do it for him. Instead, on nights alone, he soaks his thumb in lube and does his best to imagine it.
That is until he starts dating a certain nigh shift attending.
It's hardly the first time he and Jack have had sex, but Robby is always desperate for it. He's wiggling needily under Jack's weight, kissed breathless and ready to be fucked brainless when Jack asks:
Robby can't always trust himself at a time like this, so he asks Jack to repeat that.
The grin that spreads across Jack's face only ever means he's up to no good. "Can I eat you out?" He asks again, slower.
"You know I've got a dick, Jack."
"Mhm." Jack nuzzles against the growing bulge in Robby's boxers. "And I adore him, but tonight I want to give your backdoor some lovin'."
"Why do you have to say it like that?"
"Come on, Mike," Jack groans. "Yes or no? Please say yes."
Robby thinks about all the nights he dreamed of it. "Isn't that kinda gross?"
"Were you not planning on getting fucked tonight?" Robby looks at him like he's stupid, and Jack laughs in response. "Exactly. You're nice and ready for me; why would it be gross?"
It's tempting. So fucking tempting. "Are you sure?"
"I have been jerking off to the thought of it longer than we've been dating," Jack admits. "Please. If you don't like it, I'll stop. You know I will."
Which is how Robby ends up on his back with his knees hooked over Jack's shoulders. He can't count the number of times he's been naked around Jack, but this is more vulnerable than anything they've done before. It doesn't help that Robby is completely nude while Jack has everything but his shoes on.
He's never seen Jack's eyes like this. He looks hungry. It's as if Robby isn't even there; his focus is entirely on the ass in front of him. Jack holds his cheeks, using his thumbs to make Robby's hole wink for him.
His gaze never leaves the sight in front of him. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Robby says shakily.
That's all Jack needs. He licks a thick stripe along the outside, and Robby's head falls back against the mattress. Jack spreads his cheeks wider and repeats the action over and over until Robby is huffing and squirming, gripping the sheets for some grapple on reality.
The noise that comes out of Jack is akin to a growl. He digs his fingers into Robby's thighs and yanks; he keeps Robby in place despite his wiggling and feasts.
His tongue sinks inside and laps at Robby's walls, pulling more desperate noises out of Robby. Each new sound encourages Jack and rings his own content hums out that vibrate up Robby's spine.
Jack pushes down on his thighs, tilting his ass upward and pushing his face impossibly closer. He reaches as far inside Robby as his tongue can reach and uses one finger to rub incessantly at the slit on Robby's tip.
A sharp gasp breaks from Robby. He can't think; he can barely breathe. The only thing he knows is the pleasure Jack is giving him. His hands fly to Jack's hair and tangle themselves in his curls.
It isn't long before Robby is spraying like a fountain over his stomach and Jack's finger, his hole clenching around Jack's tongue.
When his vision finally returns, Jack is on top of him, the fabric of his clothing scraping against Robby's sensitive skin. "I'm gonna assume you liked that."
Robby can't speak. His head nods heavily, eyes still glossy in the afterglow.
"Good," Jack rumbles into his neck. "Because I'm gonna be down there a lot."
