okay even though I am on indefinite hiatus I couldnt stop thinking about icky ageplay fauxcest hucklerobby so here's a lil something something
picturing dennis curling himself into robby's lap, feeling small after a long, tiring shift. just wanting his daddy so badly, so desperately, wanting all his dizzying thoughts to stop. he melts into that warm safety immediately as robby wraps him up in a pair of strong arms and cuddles him close, smacking a kiss to his curls and humming soft. heyy, little mouse. you feelin a little small? need some lovings, huh?
dennis swallows thick, nods where his face is tucked in robby's neck, his breaths starting to shudder with how badly he wants. he's never allowed his regression to be anything but pure, never wants to, couldn't bear the thought of robby seeing him as he is. an icky, gross little boy, wanting things he shouldn't want. wanting his dad to take care of him, in every way possible. every sweet thing robby croons at him, every gentle moment of care, starts a pulse in his achy cunt, a heartbeat between his legs. he knows, he knows it's bad.
robby rubs slow circles on his back, rocks him a little, soothing him like a child. oh, sweetpea, s'okay. daddy's here, baby boy, always. always. his voice is low and gravelly and perfect, settling maddeningly in den's poor cunt. the boy can't help his shallow breathing, the way his fists curl into the fabric of daddy's shirt, too overwhelmed and tired to truly hide it tonight. his all-consuming need. he just wants his daddy, why is that so bad? he just wants his daddy to take such good care of him, to make him feel all better.
hey, what's wrong, kiddo? robby asks him, soft, concerned. he nudges dennis a bit, prompting him to answer, verbally. dennis's voice comes out weak, watery, eyes already welling with humiliated tears. m'sorry, m'sorry, daddy, I don'— I don' mean it, p'ease, I don' mean it... m'so sorry, m'sorry, know m'bein bad, know I am... he hiccups and whines, too swept up in emotion to regulate anymore, so sad and needy all at once. jus', jus' wan' dad t'love me... den's hips give little ruts against dad's strong thigh, relief shuddering out of him at the pleasurable friction on his achy little cunt.
robby recognizes it immediately, needy humps of a puppybrained baby boy, reduced to big emotions and needs. his heart melts. ohh, sweetheart, yeahh, that's okay. dad can help you out, baby, s'what daddy's here for. to make his little boy feel aalll better. is it your little puppyparts, sweetheart? yeah? is that what's makin you feel like you're bein bad? his hands slide down to grip den's hips, stop their pitiful grinds, making his poor baby whine.
no...? dennis sniffles, denying it weakly, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. poor thing. robby tuts, tightens his grip. ah-ah, puppy. it's okay if it is. can you be honest with me, sweetheart? can you tell daddy what's really wrong? whatever the answer is, daddy loves you sooo very much.
fuzzy-headed and too tired to resist, hole fluttering and throbbing with need, dripping slick into his boxers, dennis nods. ye-ah... s'my parts down there, daddy, they're all achyy... don' like it, daddy, p'ease, help? he asks soft, sweet, blinking up at his daddy with tears swimming in his big blues, desperate baby.
and who is robby to say no to his precious baby pup? he coos soft, good boyy, such a good baby for telling dad what aches. do you want daddy to fill you up, huh? daddy can put aalll his love in those little puppyparts to kiss them better, baby, s'that what you want? yeah?
dennis whimpers and nods eagerly, squirming in daddy's warm lap, hands pawing and fisting at his shirt still, tethering himself to the safest place he's ever known. robby chuckles soft, impossibly fond, making den's chest feel all warm and fuzzy like his head, like his soaked cunt. daddy helps him out of his little boxers, coos sympathetic as dennis whimpers at the cool air on his bare cunt. shh, I know, I know, kiddo... s'alright, you're okayy...
daddy pets at his little cunt, first, two fingers between his folds, making dennis slump, pant, whine. his head is so blissfully empty, his world so blissfully small, just daddy's fingers sliding through his slit, toying with his little dick, prodding at his puppyhole. two thick fingers fit themselves inside of him, making him moan against daddy's shoulder, start to drool, hips rocking mindlessly into the pleasure.
yeahh, there we gooo, that's my boy. good puppy, taking your treat so so well, yeahh, look at youu, huh? hiding in daddy's shoulder, huh, baby? mm, that's okay, kiddo. you can be shy. just focus on feeling so so good f'me. robby's fingers pump and curl, pump and curl, petting at silky wet walls, massaging his little boy's insides with firm, precise fingertips. he loves this, every bit of it, getting to hear his denny whine and moan the cutest little noises, getting to make his pup feel so so good, til he's all drooly and spent.
it's not long before dennis is ready to take him, and robby reassures his kiddo so gently as he notches at that warm, wet entrance, easing ever so slowly inside. yeah, there you go... good boyyy, takin all of daddy's love sooo well... mmph, love you, kiddo, y'know that, right? daddy loves you so much, s'why he does this, puppy. s'why it feels soo good.
daddy's right, dennis thinks, or maybe he feels it rather than thinks it, he doesn't really know. it does feel so so so so good. daddy loves him... daddy's so big and warm in his little hole, stuffing him full.... daddy's gonna put even more inside of him after this, dennis knows, he remembers. he wants it wants it wants it. wants that burst of heat as daddy fills him to the brim with sticky love, wants to be as close to daddy as he can possibly get, daddy's favorite little boy in the whooole world.
dennis whimpers, clenches around the pulsing dick inside of him, pants his pleasure against daddy's shoulder where he keeps his face tucked safe. daddy said he could be shy. robby rocks his hips up steadily into the boy's dripping pussy, a nice, gentle pace, making love to his baby boy. dennis babbles brainless pleads, p'ease, daddy, m'luv you... wan' you, p'ease... mmmh, ah- ah— p'ease? m'bein good...
robby gives him what he wants, again, because he'll always give his precious boy anything. he holds den's squirmy little hips down and drives up into that perfect, wet heat, punching hiccuped moans out of his boy. one hand leaves his baby's hip to paw at his fat clit, pinching and rubbing til the poor thing is wailing as he tumbles over the edge, squeezing down on robby's dick with a vice grip as he gushes around it, coating both of them in creamy slick.
robby can't help his own groans, panting out good boy, good fuckin boy, my best boy— yeah, yeah, shit, cummin round my cock like a good boyyy, feel so fuckin good, baby, so perfect— mmnhh, daddys cumming, okay? gonna pump you so full, sweetheart, fuck, gonna stuff you with all the love in the world, mhmm— I love you, kiddo, daddy loves you so so much.
dennis's world is nothing but pleasure and warmth and daddy daddy daddy, stuffing him full, loving him so deep it makes his tummy warm. he's sleepy. he's so, so sleepy. resting in daddy's lap, in the crook of his neck, snuffling like a baby puppy. daddy's rocking him again, saying something soothing that dennis can't really make out, just knows it's sweet. daddy's so nice to him. his eyes flutter shut as he basks in the comfort, daddy's love slowly trickling down his thigh.
