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he liked to think he was pretty good at it. no one could ever tell, or at least no one had ever called him out on it. he made the right noises, tensed the right body parts, held his mouth open in a particular way.
it was fine. it really didn’t bother him. it wasn’t anyone’s fault that he just never got there. he couldn’t even make himself finish, how was he supposed to expect other people to?
robby knew immediately.
it just felt…wrong. it wasn’t genuine. it was too conveniently timed and at a much too showy volume. robby let him get away with it a couple times, hoping as they became more familiar with each other, dennis would either start enjoying himself more or trust that he could be honest.
that didn’t happen.
after about two months of this, in the afterglow (well, robby’s afterglow), robby suggested, “you don’t have to fake it with me. you know that, right?”
dennis stammered and denied until it was obvious robby was not buying it. “it’s not you. i don’t...”
robby rubbed a hand soothingly up and down dennis’s arm. “it’s ok, some people just have very specific conditions that need to be met. what have you tried?”
and it was offensive how little effort people had put into making dennis feel good, how little effort dennis himself had put in. the list of techniques dennis had named was incredibly short.
it didn’t happen the first time they really tried, but at least dennis didn’t have to focus so much on acting like he was getting there. it made it more enjoyable, which was almost more frustrating. he didn’t get close, but he got somewhere.
the second time was weird. dennis didn’t like getting eaten out. it was too wet and diffused. he was sure robby was great at it! but maybe that was better used as foreplay or something. dennis wasn’t sure. nevertheless, he did not finish.
the third time they really tried, robby had ordered a vibrator.
he’d read some articles about this type of thing, and this seemed to be a promising solution. he wasn’t going to get butt hurt about dennis needing a little something extra to actually enjoy himself. (dennis insisted he always enjoyed himself when fucking robby, even if he didn’t orgasm.)
robby had taken his time, done all the things he knew got dennis wet. he sucked on that spot behind his ear and ran his big hands up and down dennis’s stomach. robby whispered sweet little things into the man’s skin like a spell. he put off trimming his beard, knowing dennis liked it scraggly.
when he finally started fucking dennis, there was a sort of shift. an oh shit, this could happen feeling that hadn’t been there before. dennis’s breath was hitching and he was trying to squeeze his legs together at the intense feelings.
robby was getting close and he started to fumble for the thing he’d stashed in the fluffy comforter. he’d been careful to charge it and memorize the buttons in advance. when he pressed the vibrator dennis’s clit, robby felt him clench down in a way he never had before.
“fuck,” dennis squeaked out as soon as his brain could process what he was feeling. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“yeah, baby?” robby groaned, increasing the intensity by one level. “you gonna cum?”
dennis shook his head, eyes tearing up. “i don’t know!” he didn’t know what this was. he felt like he was gonna explode or have a panic attack or piss himself.
robby chuckled at the confused and overwhelmed look on his partners face. “just relax. let it happen.” robby kept his own hip’s pace brutal, a non stop internal stimulation.
dennis felt his legs prickle and his heart jump. “oh, god.” he whimpered before dropping his jaw and going voiceless.
robby felt a gush around him and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. he’d tried his best to fuck dennis through it, make his first time drawn out and intense and utterly satisfying. worth the wait.
dennis was shaking as robby softened. he whispered a soft, breathless, “what the fuck?” as his head lulled to the side into his pillow, neck having lost all tension.
“feel good?” robby questioned while bringing dennis close.
mhm was all dennis could think to reply. after a little, dennis squirmed. “why are the sheets so wet?”
robby just shifted over to a dryer patch and brought dennis with him. “you’re so hot, babe.” while he was drawing imaginary R’s on dennis’s back, robby mentioned, “you know, that thing has ten levels. we only went to two.”
Guys we’ve got t-minus a coupla months before season 3 and I can’t wait to feast on whatever itty bitty Hucklerobby crumbs are tossed our way. Here’s a fun scenario as I wait (im)patiently for the season trailer 😬
Huckleabbot relationship reveal bc jack was fingering dennis and his ring slipped off of his finger and got lost inside the kid, so they had to go to the hospital. Unfortunately robby was their doctor.
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he was fearless in his dissents. he did not cower in the face of aggression. he did not melt under the effusive praise from relieved family members, nor the stern chastisements from admin. no one at work knew he was a sub. shit, heather and janey had always just assumed he was neutral. it wasn’t a lie. he did not mislead anyone, but he allowed the assumptions. the stereotypes were in his favor, for once.
no one assumed dennis was a dom.
he had big, searching eyes. he shrunk when confronted. he blushed and stammered when complimented. he simply did not project the casual dominance expected of his designation.
it didn’t come up at work much. designations were personal. some people were more casual about the information than others, but it was uncouth the ask. there was the occasional emergency that made them relevant, but outside of the rare improper use of a dominant’s voice or an impromptu drop, it was generally not germane to the work day.
robby was dropping. fuck, he was dropping hard.
it felt pathetic to admit that it all started with gloria admonishing him for his department’s press-ganey scores, but that really was the inciting incident. robby felt his chest hitch, his shoulders drew up to his ears, and his fingers started to fidget with that loose thread in his jacket pocket. words like failure and fuck-up swirled in his head. he could get through the day, though. he’d gotten through worse.
and then someone asked about adamson. and then he lost a twenty year old kid who just wanted to backflip into a pool to impress a girl. and then he got blood all over his scrubs and his neck.
and then dennis found robby on the floor again, this time in a curtained off bay, on his knees, whimpering and trying to wash the arterial spray off with some half-dry wet wipes.
dennis didn’t seem like a dom when he was just walking around the pitt, but the way his voice got all even and deep, the way he cooed out oh, honey. what’s wrong? as he slowly approached robby, was nothing if not obviously revealing.
the way robby whined out and squeezed the back of his own neck in reply revealed everything too.
And it's like they're helpless to fall into those roles around each other.
Dennis is helpless to sitting next to him and gingerly taking the wipes from him. He's helpless to shushing Roby's choked off words as he tries to push himself into a functioning headspace too soon. Taking off his scrubs so he's just in his grey shirt and scrub pants.
Fitting Robby between his legs while he knees so that he's bracketed by Dennis's legs, and maybe to someone else it would have been comical seeing such a large man folding himself up so small. Dennis wasn't laughing, he was talking softly and petting his hair, telling him to take deep breaths as Robby weathered the drop until it turned into something more syrupy warm.
"Yeah, there we go, look at you..." So breathless and Robby can't understand what he could be looking at to talk with so much gentle reverence in his voice.
he was fearless in his dissents. he did not cower in the face of aggression. he did not melt under the effusive praise from relieved family members, nor the stern chastisements from admin. no one at work knew he was a sub. shit, heather and janey had always just assumed he was neutral. it wasn’t a lie. he did not mislead anyone, but he allowed the assumptions. the stereotypes were in his favor, for once.
no one assumed dennis was a dom.
he had big, searching eyes. he shrunk when confronted. he blushed and stammered when complimented. he simply did not project the casual dominance expected of his designation.
it didn’t come up at work much. designations were personal. some people were more casual about the information than others, but it was uncouth the ask. there was the occasional emergency that made them relevant, but outside of the rare improper use of a dominant’s voice or an impromptu drop, it was generally not germane to the work day.
robby was dropping. fuck, he was dropping hard.
it felt pathetic to admit that it all started with gloria admonishing him for his department’s press-ganey scores, but that really was the inciting incident. robby felt his chest hitch, his shoulders drew up to his ears, and his fingers started to fidget with that loose thread in his jacket pocket. words like failure and fuck-up swirled in his head. he could get through the day, though. he’d gotten through worse.
and then someone asked about adamson. and then he lost a twenty year old kid who just wanted to backflip into a pool to impress a girl. and then he got blood all over his scrubs and his neck.
and then dennis found robby on the floor again, this time in a curtained off bay, on his knees, whimpering and trying to wash the arterial spray off with some half-dry wet wipes.
dennis didn’t seem like a dom when he was just walking around the pitt, but the way his voice got all even and deep, the way he cooed out oh, honey. what’s wrong? as he slowly approached robby, was nothing if not obviously revealing.
the way robby whined out and squeezed the back of his own neck in reply revealed everything too.
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Dennis loves humping. It doesn't even matter what he's rubbing his crotch over, the feeling of his clit on fabric just feels so good. Almost too good, he's drooling and whining the second his crotch touches anything. Humping quickly like his hips have a mind of their own.
Robby and Jack figured out the boys affinity with humping about 2 months into the relationship. Dennis whining into Jacks mouth as they kissed hips moving in familiar circles. Humping into the man's tummy desperately. It was cute really. It became less cute when dennis started humping anything soft. Pillows, blankets, Robby's hoodie.
"puppy what are you doing?" Robby hummed looking amused. Dennis's hip jack rabbiting against the attendings jacket. Letting out soft whine, glancing up at the man pitifully.
"aww i know pup but we've gotta wait for sir"
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