One Good Idea Per Month Allowed

The pair of you had fought like feral cats, the old man would often say. Or that he had seen Dothraki with a more civilized way of behaving compared to the likes of you two.

But you could hardly help it! Dunk was too thick in the head in your opinion, leading to you mouthing off at him every single time he had done something you deemed "stupid". And he had barked out how you were only a foolish girl.

Dunk had hardly seen you as a girl at all for the first few years. You were a pest in a mud-stained skirt and uneven braids in your hair. After the fourth... something had shifted. Ser Arlan had told him that you were now a woman. No longer a girl for him to prod and annoy unless he wanted his head bitten off. Only understanding what he had meant by that when one day you threatened to throw a bloodied rag at his head in anger...

But it wasn't just that. In the two years before the old man died, you both began to see each other differently. You despised how his face looked when he was concentrating; how it made something in your stomach stir. Or how his hands handled the swords, and the horses. How bloody large they had become- how large the entirety of him had become.

You had noticed him staring as well.

The swell of your breasts, which had never caught his eye before, were now something he fixated on during supper. Somehow you refrained from chiding him. How his mouth seemed to go dry when he saw a sliver of your clavicle, or your knees when your skirts had hiked up doing a menial task around camp. Gods forbid you had announced going to the nearest river to wash up, for it did something inside him he could not yet identify.

Still though, your spats with one another persisted. Like the weather, you could always be certain of them occurring.

Now that Ser Arlan had died and the tourney at Ashford Meadow was over, some days Dunk had no idea why he kept you around. Sure, you were kind to Egg, and you were a decent enough cook to keep them all fed, but he was trying his best to honor his vows. Keep a knightly reputation. He couldn't uphold such a thing if he was arguing with an unruly girl half the day.

The three of you had gone straight south from Ashford, headed towards Dorne. Though your journey allowed you passage through the southwest of the Stormlands before truly crossing the Red Mountains. It felt all too familiar to you being here. Leaving you tense and irritable knowing where you grew up was in this land even if it was a faint memory. Though that was closer to Blackhaven, and you were anything but.

Dunk's boots had started to relieve themselves of the soles at their bottom. Causing you all to set camp in a clearing until he found some way to fix them.

Of course you would complain.

"I haven't the slightest idea why you didn't get new ones at the last town we passed through." You huffed, collecting the dirty rags of clothes the boy and man had to spare. Being camped near water means you could attempt to do the washing, even if you were nigh out of a cake of soap. "I know we've the coin to see about a cobbler."

"Don't care if we have the coin, we need to save it. I can fix my boot myself." The tall man shivered, his arms crossing over his bare chest as he sat upon a log. Taking all of Dunk's dirty clothes meant all the clothes he had on his person. Save for his smallclothes, of course.

"Didn't know you were skilled in such a thing." It was sarcastic, and Dunk knew it with the way you rolled your eyes. Setting the basket down on a flat rock, you placed your hands on your hips and gave him a look of 'what are we going to do now?'.

"If you're going to sass me so, I should leave you here." He murmured beneath his breath. Of course you had heard it and it made you scoff.

"Leave me here?" You repeated, hoping he would understand how thick he sounded now. "Aye, perhaps you should. Suppose you and the boy would starve then." Gesturing vaguely at Egg, who immediately had wide eyes, not wanting to witness another quarrel between you and his Ser.

"I can handle such things just fine. As well as all the other chores you do." Dunk urged back, quite like a child. A very, very large child. He was slouched in the way he sat. Vulnerable in his lack of proper clothing, cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.

"Ser? Perhaps I should take your boots to the village we saw a few hours back? There may be a solution there." Egg's small voiced piped up. Eager to be relieved of whatever hell was bound to break loose. Dunk's attention snapped towards the young prince and he nodded.

"Aye, take Chestnut and some of the coin we have." The knight permitted. Egg quickly gathered up all that was required and saddled up on the horse.

"You may buy yourself a sweet as well!" You called out to the boy as he rode past the trees. Dunk gave you a look that meant he did not approve of it. You sucked your cheek between your teeth, and once you were certain the boy was gone, you fully faced the man again. Dunk was quiet as he looked at you. The way you stood with a commanding air over the camp some days. How you seemed to handle the small things. It made him blurt out the first thing that came to his mind.

"You'd be a good ma." Once he realized what he said, his cheeks reddened more. You were sure to be angry with him for that, he thought.

"Shut it." You huffed. Taking your own worn shoe from your foot and throwing it past him; though your heart did not seem to truly be in it this time. He remembers being on the connecting end many a time. "You always say the most foolish things Duncan." Emphasizing the proper name he'd chosen for himself.

"I do not-"

"Y'do! Always a fool. Thick as a castle wall and twice as high." You spouted off. Dunk's nostrils flared. Palms gripping at his knees, but he steadied himself. His vows told him to protect the weak and innocent, to protect maidens. Even if the only maiden in his life was acting like a yappy dog. "Not to mention, we wouldn't be stuck in the middle of nowhere if you hadn't been stubborn as an aurochs!"

"We're always in the middle of nowhere, girl." He snapped back, finally standing before you, still clad only in his smalls. "You act so mighty for the daughter of some shepherd. Small thing like you, couldn't make it alone."

The mention of your father increased your anger tenfold.

"You come from nothing far more than I do!" You stamped your foot against the floor of the forest. Childish again. "It is a wonder that bloody puppet girl spoke to you at all, you are an oaf."

"I- She was-" His nose crinkled at the mention of Tanselle. A small crush that had left you jealous for days after she was gone. For the fact that Dunk did not stop mentioning her. His concern for her. Where she may be in Dorne. If your party could somehow find her. "You should not speak of her in such a manner."

"Not to mention all the other shit you had gotten us into at that tourney."

"I nearly died!"

"But you did not! The Gods decided to favor your foolishness!" Your shouting had reached its pinnacle. So much so that nearby birds had flown from the trees into the blue sky. Such a nice day out. Too nice for this.

"Call me a fool again, you will be sorry." Dunk did not know what he even meant. Mouth moving far quicker than his brain. It only made you laugh at him.

"I wish I had left you when Ser Arlan died! I should have gone to Lannisport, I'd be rich as a queen!"

"I wish you had left too!" Dunk had shouted. Something he never did in seriousness, but this time it was. The clearing went silent as what he said weighed upon you. It shouldn't hurt, you thought, you had brought this upon yourself. Poked the bear until the beast could no longer take it so it consumed you.

He had seen the way your expression faltered. You looked half frozen like he had struck you. Nearly reaching out for you until you went off once more.

"Then I will leave Ser if you despise me so." It was a hiss out of your mouth, pure venom. "Unless you truly see me as some stupid lamb. If so, then butt heads with me Ser."

When he did not move, you drew closer.

"Are you up too high to fucking hear me, Ser?" That one he had heard from you before. He had always been big, but when Dunk hit his growth spurt at fourteen, turning into the giant before you, it had become far worse.

"No, I am not." Dunk huffed out of his nose. The way you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze made heat lick in his belly, even if you looked upon him with anger. Gods, how he wished he could will such a thing away. There was no reason to like you and all the reason to despise you. To rid himself of you once and for all.

"Then do as I say." Your lip curled into what was almost a pout. Like a small creature playing at meanness. The way his big, blue eyes looked at you like you were everything he had, despite your protests. "I am hardly a woman to you. You've said such yourself."

Perhaps he did. Not that long ago, when you were sixteen and he had grown tired of the way you would behave when your Ser was gone. Dunk had sent you down to the river, saying you were scarcely a woman at all, just a thorn in his side. You had told him how you hoped a shadowcat would pounce upon him and eat him whole in reply as you left.

"I will not harm you. It goes against my vows." Dunk's voice quieted with that. Tired of fighting you over seemingly nothing at all. His head bowed closer to your level.

"Fuck your fucking vows." The language should have shocked him more. But during your time in Ashford you hardly strayed from Lyonel Baratheon's festivities. You had to have learned it from somewhere, Dunk supposed.

But what truly shocked him was the sting of your palm against his cheek. And another. You were trying to provoke him, and for some unknown reason, it worked.

You yelped as you felt strong hands wrap around your middle. Then gave an 'oof' once you were over his shoulder. Kicking and hitting at his back as he carried you back to the log, placing you belly down over his lap.

"What in the Seven hells are you doing-" You nearly screamed as he pushed your skirts up over your hips, and those large palms dragged your smalls down to the backs of your knees.

"You are a truly awful girl." A hand came down on your backside, making you gasp. "It's because Ser Arlan nor I ever gave you a firm hand." Another smack. "No discipline or the like." Another hit across your ass had you squirming. And Dunk seemed completely oblivious he was looking at, let alone touching you in such a place.

His hand rained down on you again and again. Each slap gaining intensity until tears brimmed in your eyes; and your poor ass was thoroughly smacked raw and welted from his large palms. You had wondered if it was truly pure discipline as you continued to shake. Until his hand accidentally hit your quivering cunt instead- sending a moan ringing through the clearing.

That gave him pause.

That gave you pause.

His face was fully red as he blinked down at you. The way your teary eyes were looking up at him as if to say how sorry you were. How aroused you had become from him touching you. Dunk gave another experimental smack to the slit between your legs, and it made his nostrils flare at how your voice wobbled.

"I should stop." He murmured. Though his hand stayed in its place. The knight wanted to remain a gentleman. Wanted to treat you with the respect a woman should have. The knight was also a virgin, and too terrified to continue.

"Aye, you should." You had agreed, but made no move either. It was as if you both were waiting on who would break first. And it was Dunk. Always Dunk. Large fingers traced up and down the seam of your cunt. Unsure of his exact intentions since all he knew he wanted to do was touch. Touch and never cease.

The tip of his middle finger breached you so your breath hitched into a beautiful pitchy sound he found himself adoring. Further he went until his finger was snug down to the knuckle. Giving an experimental thrust of the digit.

"You needn't be so shy, Ser. I've bedded a man before." It was a quiet admittance that gave him pause. You had? While he had never? How did you have the bloody time?

"When- Who?" Who is what he settled on. Why and where did not matter. How might make him seethe. When also kept him curious. And there was no need for a what. Because he knew that it was some man who had taken your virtue, undone you. In a way he felt a bit jealous that it would not go to him.

"He- It was when we were last near Riverrun." Recalling the memory, you felt a tad embarrassed that you had bedded someone you would never meet again. "Claimed to be Lord Tully's bastard." Dunk could only picture what the (literal) bastard must have looked like to draw you in. Probably smug, auburn hair and blue-eyed, flaunting around how his father was Medgar Tully to you, who was always easily impressed with anyone who didn't seem to be Dunk.

"His name?" Dunk whispered. He began to thrust his middle finger inside you once more to occupy himself.

"Jaremy Rivers-" You let out a hiss as Dunk sank in his index finger. Pumping them both with a slow rhythm. They were far thicker than your own, and longer by several inches.

"That is the last time you will recall that name." He said it earnestly. Intending to fuck it out of your memory. With his fingers, or perhaps his cock if the Gods were kind. "You're still in a heap of trouble for strikin' me. Don't think you aren't." The fingers inside you began to move quicker, making you moan out.

With his free hand, he spanked you several times more. Feeling more of your wetness accumulate around his fingers with each slap. It was a slick little clicking that echoed through the clearing. Before withdrawing his fingers from you and spreading apart your dripping cunt with his thumbs.

"Gorgeous." Dunk whispered. It was true, he had never seen anything quite like this in his life. Mesmerizing. He gathered some of the slick between fingertips and watched how it seemed to web its way in the air with fascination; before bringing his fingers to his own mouth and moaning at the taste of you.

You trembled on his lap. Of course you had wondered what Dunk would be like as a lover, on the days you did not hate him. But this was unlike your thoughts. In your fantasies he would tremble, and you would have led him into fucking you proper. Before you knew what fucking felt like.

You felt his fingers swipe through your folds again before your hair was tugged. Craning your neck back until his slick-covered fingers were at your own mouth; which you greedily accepted. The weight of them against your tongue and the taste of your own juices was enough to make you feel daft. Drunk off pleasure when it had only just begun.

Dunk pulled at your hair again and a whine escaped you.

"Want you. More than anything." His eyes were dark. You had seen this look during the Trial of Seven. Obviously aimed at another in a vastly different context.

"Then have me. Unless you're still too foolish." A blatant tease meant to get his blood going. Dunk hauled you up, your smallclothes falling past your legs somewhere into the grass. He lowered you into the spot where the sun was dappling through leaves, his own sword and the basket of laundry resting upon the rock nearby. Once he rested back on his knees you could truly see him. Large cock straining against his white smallclothes. You yearned to set it free.

"You know I've never had a woman." His palms bunched into themselves. Suddenly a bit shy the closer he's gotten to the act itself. "But once I have you.. You are mine and I am yours, as long as you'll keep me." The look he gave was nothing short of pitiful. Expecting your rejection. But he was met with none.

"Let me see your cock, Ser. Take yourself in hand and show me how you feel." You whispered, catching your breath from moments ago. Dunk's face was as red as an apple by now, a sweet one if you wished to bite into it. The large man pushed his smalls down his thighs, cock bobbing up a moment. Held down by the sheer heft and thickness.

Duncan the Tall was a gorgeous man with an even more gorgeous cock. Weeping at the tip, flushed a color as red as his cheeks. Possibly as thick as your wrist, if not thicker, and longer than you had realized a man's cock could be. It was safe to say you were quite intimidated.

He took himself in hand, giving a few slow tugs of his length while his eyes bore into your own. Mouth slack and panting. He whined at the lack of wetness around his cock, far too used to spitting in his own hand when he took himself. Then Dunk had a bright idea.

Lowering his hips he pushed up your skirts again and placed it cock against your folds. Thrusting his hips against you, his cock nudging your neglected clit which made you hiss. You quickly made work of your top. Opening the front until your breasts were bare for him to see which made him halt his own thrusting.

"I've caught you staring before, you know. I thought you would want the chance." You palmed one of your breasts before taking Dunk's free hand and placing it over the same one. His brain seemed to slowly catch up and his hand gave your tit a squeeze as he let the tip of his cock catch on your entrance, making the big man shout.

"Gods- I- Can I please have you? I beg you." Dunk whimpered, gripping onto his cock to keep himself from spilling his seed far too soon. "I need you."

"Then have me." The words were barely out of your mouth before Dunk slid the tip of his cock inside you, making you both gasp at the feeling. You with how thick it was, how it seemed to stretch you to what felt like your breaking point. Him with how tightly you were wrapped around him, choking his poor shaft.

Slowly he worked his way in further. Eventually meeting your hips with his own, the wiry hairs of your hedge knight's own hedge pressing into your clit. Heavy, full stones resting against your ass where your slick was already dribbling down onto them. Dunk groaned when he realized he was as far as he could go.

"Gods, you're so.." He whined again, more pleas to the Gods escaping his mouth. He gave an experimental thrust, and then another. Looking to you for approval. That was when you gripped his hair and pulled him down for your first kiss. Moaning into each other's mouths while his hips began to speed up out of how eager he was for you. Tongues tangling together as he tried not to break focus.

Once you broke apart for air, connected by a string of saliva, Dunk began kissing down your jaw, your neck. Giving the flesh there gentle nips along with harsh kisses. Before his mouth found the skin of your chest. Dunk paused, moving your legs to rest upon his shoulders before bearing his weight down onto you. The new angle making you moan louder than you had before. His mouth eagerly found your tit, lips wrapping around a pebbled nipple and he began to suck.

Your fingers tugged at his hair while your other hand snaked down between your bodies to rub at your pearl. Swollen with desire it was, and needy for a touch. Dunk didn't seem to mind. Too engrossed with burying his face in your chest, in his own little paradise sucking at your tits. The more you rubbed at your puffy clit the tighter you became around him; the sensation making him pull off with a loud, whiny moan.

"Keep doing that. Whatever it is." He panted, hips driving into yours faster. His stones clapping against you in a way that echoed throughout the entire clearing. There was hardly any doubt you could both be heard for at least a mile. "I know ladies can come as well. I want you to." Dunk whispered against your mouth.

"I want to come." You reassured, nose scrunching as the feeling began to close in on itself. Your gaze drifted between you both, seeing the white ring of your own juices that had gathered at the base of his cock. It made you squeeze him tighter. Which promptly made him double over on top of you.

"Please, my sweet girl." Gods, he had never called you that before. You had never been sweet to him, not once. Perhaps you were being sweet now? It felt nice to be sweet. "Please. Please come for me; I'm your man." His breath was hot in the crook of your neck, and you were half determined you both looked like wild beasts. Bodies melded into one blob of pure lust.

A coil in your stomach was building. Tight like a snake before it struck. The feeling started where your poor cunt was being stretched around his bully of a cock. Moving up to your aching clit that was still being rubbed by your fingers. Then down your legs to the tips of your feet. And back up to your belly again.

Before you knew it you were coming around his cock with a cry so loud you swore the Seven could hear you. Thighs shaking against his torso and your hand that was in his hair pulled so hard it made him moan. Dunk's mind drew a blank as to what he was supposed to do next. He knew a good man, a good knight, would not spill into you. But then it was happening so fast he could not move.

"I- I love you." Dunk cried out. His body tightening up as he came with a loud whine before giving a few last thrusts into you. The warmth spread between your legs as he collapsed on top of you in a tired heap. You released your grip on his hair as your own shaking had yet to subside.

It was quiet as you both laid there. Except for how loudly you both were panting. You quickly realized how nice it felt to be beneath him like this. How large he was, how he seemed like he had you trapped in a box. A smelly box. That you seemed to despise less now that this was over.

He rolled you both over so he was no longer crushing you. Making you frown ever so slightly. But the pair of you were absolutely spent.

After another few moments, you spoke up, a teasing grin on your face.

"So you love me, Ser Duncan?" You hummed. Expecting him to quip back like he always had done, but this time he was quiet. Hiding his face in your neck and breathing in your shared scent.

"Aye." He sounded ashamed. Or just shy again. "I know you probably don't feel the same-"

"I do." Dunk looked up stunned. "I love you even if I think you are thick in that lovely head of yours." You gently touched his cheek and brought his head to lay over your heart once more. "Though now I'll need to wash this dress as well, and we'll both be in our smalls all day."

"That'll be alright." He hummed, big palms rubbing up and down your sides tenderly. "Did that bastard lad make you come?" He blurted out which earned him a smack on the head from you. "Ow! Alright, I won't ask.. Did he though?" Which made you attack him with kisses over his big, stupid face. Clarifying that no, the Riverrun bastard did not give you a climax.

It felt nice not to be at each other's throats. For now.

And hours later, after evenfall, when the young prince returned with Ser Duncan's repaired boots (and a honey cake for himself) to find you and his Ser sitting at the fire together, calmly, he was definitely confused. Even more confused when the arguing did not come for days after that.

Dennis Whitaker, the poor soul, definitely fell first.

It started small. He hung around the nurse's station more often, under the false pretense that he was only there to look at the board of patients; when in reality he was watching the way you would fidget with something or other. A hair tie between your fingers, or the clicky part of the pen being gnawed between your teeth. An oral fixation that he noticed and thought about for days in near agony.

Then it turned into little bits of chatting. Because, Lord knows he wouldn't dare call what he's doing with you 'conversation'. Conversations have an actual structure to them when this was anything but complete.

"I like your... Your thing." Dennis had forced out of his mouth one day as he leaned against the nurse's station, his eyes nodding to this little figurine you kept on your workspace. It was... A baby? With a hat and wings? He had no clue. Awkwardly, he began to scratch at the nape of his neck.

"Oh! Um, thank you." You managed, nails clacking against the counter. Fidgeting again. His cheeks pinked, and you felt your own heat up out of something close to shyness. But you weren't sure what. You opened your mouth to speak again but someone was calling for him. It was an emergency department after all, there were plenty of things to do.

Robby could tell there was something going on there that he really didn't want to say out loud. It only complicated his own thoughts and feelings that he kept close (or buried) to his chest. You were probably just being nice to the poor kid. That's what you always were, a nice girl. Good. Always prepared.

He had known you longer than Whitaker anyhow. Since you began working here two years ago, fresh out of nursing school with the light still in your eyes. It somehow hadn't faded yet and he hopes it never does. Not as long as he's around, anyway.

A busy day was just the opposite of what he needed. Everyone clambering around like wildebeests on the move, the ER overflowing with patients it felt like. And he could see you in the middle of it all.

Hands clutching a clipboard to your chest. Feet planted to the ground. Eyes glued at nothing in particular as you tried to figure out where exactly to go.. You were off your game.

After more helpless looking, your eyes met Robby's. Though the moment you found your footing and began walking to him for some kind of help in finding a task, you felt it. Like the wind was knocked from your lungs, because in a way, it was. As your ass collided with the floor, you realized who exactly you bumped into in the first place.

Whitaker.

An extremely apologetic, worried Whitaker who was trying to say sorry but it was coming out all wrong.

Robby was over there in a near instant. And after the light of his penlight was no longer in your vision, you could see how close he was to you on your level. Had his eyes always been this deep of a brown?

"That was a nasty bump there," Your last name came out effortless on his tongue. "Might need to take a look at you." He sighed, helping you onto your feet.

"What? Dr. Robby, I'm sure I'm alright it was just an accident." Your protests were quickly shut down by his say so.

"Accidents get patients in here all the time don't they?" A rhetorical question. "We need to get you to a bed to check on you, alright?" You nodded, the concern for your well-being was quite attractive, you had to admit.

"Um, I think North 7 is open.." You managed, eyes flicking to Whitaker, who still looked sorry as ever. Robby nodded, nostrils flaring with a loud exhale.

"Whitaker, take her to North 7, you'll be looking over her seeing as you knocked her down." It seemed a little harsh, like he were mad at the younger man for that simple mistake. Dennis nodded, swallowing heavily before leading you back to the area you assumed a bed would be available.

"I really am sorry, y'know?" It was quiet as he drew the curtain back, ushering you in and onto the neat exam bed. "I was just so caught up in getting to Dr. McKay for these labs she asked for; guess I didn't see you." He began the basic once-overs one would require after falling the way you did. But he hardly spoke once..

Dennis could hear your heart thumping in his stethoscope when he placed it to your chest. God, he was practically touching your breast. And he could feel all the blood in his head beginning to rush south, he had to leave you alone. Had to get away. Maybe even get on the soonest plane back to Nebraska to escape this embarrassment.

"Uh, heart rate is good. A little fast, but I'm sure it's from when you fell." He swallowed heavily. Had his throat been this dry all day? "The fall didn't seem too intense, if I'm honest... I'm not sure what Dr. Robby wants me to check for."

"Well, I think the only thing that's going to be wrong with me is just a big bruise." You smiled, trying to ease the tension. Your hand went to his shoulder, giving a light squeeze of attempted comfort. "I'm fine Whitaker, no hard feelings."

No hard feelings his ass. In fact, all of the feelings he had right now were making him hard.

Before he spoke, the curtain drew back- thankfully killing the erection brewing underneath his scrub bottoms- but to his dismay, it was Robby again. Poking his head in. Cockblocking, maybe.

"Everything clear?" He asked, going to the sanitizer dispenser on the wall and allowing some to fall on his hands before rubbing it in. A habit.

"I think so. her vitals are good, nothing hurts enough for a fracture. It'll just be a bruise." Whitaker fiddled with his stethoscope, pulling it taut against the nape of his neck. Robby had that furrow in his brow. One he got when he would not let something go.

"Why don't you go back to McKay in triage. I'll take over here." A large hand pat Whitaker on his back. He liked that touch too, what on earth was happening to him? Dennis nodded, eyes staring at his shoes rather than you or his attending, before turning on his heel to leave.

Leaving you alone with Robby.

After nearly fifteen minutes, his eyes wandered to North 7 again, and he caught a glimpse of you and Robby finally leaving. You looked like a mess. Did he...? Did you both...?

Fuck.

He could not handle the thought.

The one person he really liked- thought he had a chance with, even- had something going on with his boss? Defeated, Whitaker went back to work.

Two weekends later, after another long shift, many members of the Pitt crew went to a local bar. A doctor's hangout, but nurses (which included you) were obviously invited. You had walked there with Princess, talking about some of the wilder cases you had during the day.

"And then that lady with the, what was it, gecko? That bit her finger and wouldn't let go." Princess had laughed, you did too when you actually remembered the details.

"What was her name, Meghan?" You raised an eyebrow, and she nodded. After some more chatting, you both finally turned the corner to see the bar, some familiar faces already standing outside. Samira and Trinity were talking near the bushes, before Samira noticed you both, waving you over.

"You're just in time, it was starting to get boring with mostly the guys here." Trinity crossed her arms, pulling her jacket on just a bit tighter; the mid-November weather was getting to everyone tonight. You included. The nip in the air made the fine hairs on your body stand up in all places. You should have worn a jacket today rather than just a long sleeve beneath your scrubs.

Pushing through the door, you felt your own breathing catch in your lungs. It wasn't overly crowded, but there were enough people you had trouble finding your own. Mostly upstairs doctors and nurses drinking away their own troubled days, or the med students who wanted to seem "cool" to their superiors. The bar lights were low, the space dappled with reds and purples, it felt intimate. Scarily so.

You had made your way through the small crowd before realizing you were alone. The girls nowhere to be found around you. A sigh escaped your lips and your fingers pinched at the bridge of your nose, before you walked to the bar and decided to let the evening start.

After a few minutes, an almost perfect strawberry daquiri was in front of you, and your mouth was planted around the straw. It tasted good, more than good after the time you've been having since you'd been on the day shift. And it made your mind wander.

To Robby. Your attending, who had always shown interest. And the other week after your "fall"... You gave in. Under the guise of "checking the potential bruising" his hands had wandered, and so had his mouth. Was it shameful to do something like that at work? Absolutely. Do you regret it...

Maybe you do.

Because then, as the rum really starts rooting into your system, you think of Dennis. He was sweet. And his crush on you was obvious enough to the point it made you smile. It would be a nice dream, you supposed. A normal relationship, with someone closer to your age, and most likely not going to end up using you for sex as many others would. It was wrong to dangle him on a string like that.

But part of you really could not help it.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye. Staring. Your gaze shifted and there you saw him, bathed in purple light, eyeing you like he nearly wanted to eat you alive. Jack Abbot. Looking your way with eyes one's former attending should not be giving them.

He called your last name, giving a click of his tongue and a nod of his head. Calling you over like you were trained. And you came.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Dr. Abbot?" You raised a brow, sipping on your drink again as you sidled up next to him against the corner of the bar. His hands instantly planted on your hips, giving a little squeeze, while his body went to cover yours from behind.

"Am I not allowed to miss you? Haven't been on the night shift with me in almost three months." Jack murmured into your ear. He was always so damn close. You felt his hips press against your ass, just enough to let you know that he did in fact miss you. "It's like you up and ran off on the rest of us. When are you gonna come home, huh?" Home. A messed up way of saying 'come back to me'. One that was hard to resist when you were pressed against him like this.

"Hmm... Maybe never." You shrugged, and he huffed against you. "I can smell the tequila on you, you know. Not cute, Jack." He let out a heavy breath, his hands moving up and down your waist- without seduction, just pure attempt at comfort.

"I know." Jack sucked in air through his teeth, before patting your side. "Make sure you stay warm tonight, kiddo. Can't have you freezing on us." Us. As if this wasn't about him being just a bit selfish over you. He let go of you, and wandered into the crowd.

That was another mess you did not have time to think about.

You hurried into the bar's bathroom, needing something to ease whatever was going on inside you. Had you just been insanely good looking recently? There was zero logical reason for any of this to be happening to you. And while you knew, Jack was just a friend (with amazing benefits), that did not explain Robby and Whitaker's behavior in the slightest.

Grabbing a few paper towels out of the dispenser, you balled them up and wet them under the sink; dabbing them on your face to stop the rising heat in your cheeks. Looking in the mirror, you knew you were tipsy. Tired and tipsy to be exact. But your mascara and hair still looked decent, so there was a plus.

After wiggling out your nerves, you step out of the bathroom and back into the fray, not before immediately bumping into someone chest to chest.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Whitaker.

Fuck!

He held you steady, and the both of you looked at each other for a long minute.

"You know, you cannot keep getting away with this." You gave an awkward smile. Dennis nodded, his typically nervous eyes fixated on your smile, your mouth.

"I actually wanted to talk to you." He managed, like the words were painful for him. "Well, in general, I wasn't following or anything. I had just seen you going in earlier and..." Oh, you recognized this symptom. Popularized by the hit classic 'Mean Girls' you knew this as the ever common "word vomit". Excuses poured out of his mouth until you finally placed a hand on his shoulder. The same thing you did weeks ago, and it seemed to stop him in his tracks.

"Why don't we sit, hm?" You asked, rubbing his arm. He nodded, lips slightly parted like he could not believe his luck for you to be touching him again. Guiding him over to a small booth, you sat next to him, fully ready to listen to what he had to tell you.

In the distance, you were being watched. Robby had been hyper aware of you this evening despite not speaking to you once. The minute you walked in he saw you get separated from Samira, Trinity, and Princess, who were now drinking and gossiping on their own. He saw how your mouth was glued to the straw of your drink, a cute mouth- one that he liked very much; especially when it was finally against his in North 7, and the way you bit your lip to bite back moans moments after.

He saw the way Jack stared at him when he was practically grinding against you. The knowing look they shared once they finally passed paths when he left. Though, Robby had known about the two of you. And it didn't bother him since he and Jack had their own moments between them. That felt like a lifetime ago.

And finally, it boiled down to Whitaker. A good kid, but oblivious to the fact that you were clearly undecided on him. Robby saw the way your back seemed to tense at certain words, or the way you shivered. He knew you were cold, but was Whitaker doing anything about it? No. Something about younger men having no sense flashed through his head, but he wasn't a full blown geezer yet.

After this long of just lurking all night, Robby was tired of hiding in the shadows.

"And, I just... I like you. Very much. And I wanted to know if you would ever want to-" Dennis had stopped in his tracks. You felt a presence behind you, and saw Dennis in front of you clam up. A hand came down on your shoulder which made your heart jump. "Dr. Robby." Whitaker all but stammered out. He looked embarrassed, the poor guy. You turned in the booth to look at him, and he was giving you the smallest look of disapproval. His large frame slid into the booth next to you both, leaving you squished in the middle. Not even asking, just inserting himself in your business. His arm slung over your shoulder like it belonged.

"Thought I'd check in." Robby shot you another look. "Everything okay?" You could feel his other hand drifting to your thigh, squeezing, more so assessing with the way his fingers found a home on your covered flesh. He always held a room. Held command. Apparently even after hours.

"Everything's going fine, we were just talking." Whitaker managed to get the words out of his mouth with only a small amount of a stumble. It earned him some flared nostrils from Robby, that faux smile stretching on his face; the one that crinkled his crow's feet and made him look quite imposing, yet not ready to lay into someone.

"I think I would rather hear it from you." Your attending nodded down at you, the hand on your thigh drifted to your waist and squeezed lightly. You could feel his voice vibrate against you throughout your entire core. "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Dr. Robby. I'm fine." The way you looked up at him was so placating, and in that moment the pieces began to slowly fall into place for Dennis. How much the older man seemed to care, how flushed you looked after Robby's 'examination'. Could he really have not seen this sooner?

Looking dejected, he finally spoke up.

"I am so sorry. I really had no idea there was something going on between you two... Otherwise, I would've-"

"We aren't together." Robby cut in. "And I, for one, am tired of dancing around whatever is going on here." You and Dennis blinked at each other in confusion before Robby was fishing his phone out of his pocket. What was he doing?

Dennis' eyes met your own and you both swallowed. Like a hivemind of nervousness. His pinky reached out to link through yours, like a buoy keeping you afloat past whatever may come. You opened your mouth to speak, but your attending spoke first.

"I ordered an Uber." He said it so quietly, it was as if the air of command faltered for just a second. The way his shoulders slumped in like they did often when he was unsure of something. So unlike his usual self all of a sudden.

"Why?" Dennis asked the older man, his pinky squeezing against yours just a bit tighter.

"Because I can't bring either of you home with me driving after I've already drank." Robby finally looked up, biting the inside of his cheek. He knew what was bound to happen was happening. Now it was down to waiting for the two of you to figure it out for yourselves.

After a few minutes, he stood up from the booth- and you don't have a good idea of what compelled you to follow, but you did; Dennis also following in tow. Maybe it was the moment the two of you already shared. Maybe it was the possibilities of the unknown. Maybe there was no good reason at all.

But you went.

The ride to what you assumed was the apartment of the Pitt's dear own Michael Robinavitch took only around fifteen minutes from the bar. And the elevator ride up was as quiet as could be, and it would have felt hollow, if you didn't feel Robby's hand drift to palm your ass on the way up. It was really hitting you what was happening. Or... What was about to happen.

Once he unlocked the door and let everyone in you could feel the air catch in your lungs. A familiar feeling that only anxiety really brought out in you.

His apartment was nice. Not exactly well-lived in; feeling more like a space one would go to to rest their head and recuperate after a stressful shift rather than live. But the pieces that really spoke to his character were apparent. Prints of different musicians above a tucked away stereo, a plastic houseplant because God knows he doesn't have time to keep one alive, and a shoe rack by the door that is completely and utterly mismatched. Little details to put you at ease.

Your eyes flicked to Whitaker, who was taking it in just as much as you, if not more. He looked uncomfortable. Like a stray cat who really did not belong there as badly as he wanted to stay next to you. Always staying close, even since you got out of the car.

Before you knew it, a large hand was cupping your jaw. And your lips were pressed against a bearded mouth. It wasn't gentle; it wasn't gentle the last time either. Michael unwilling to take his time now that he had you through his door.

Dennis let out a little sound of surprise. Unsure of whether or not he should even be seeing this. But the way that Robby's hands were sliding to your ass, pawing at the flesh while he kissed you, it made something inside him shift. And something below the surface began to twitch like an unruly nerve.

Or more accurately: his cock.

You moaned into Robby's mouth, one hand going up to tangle in his hair to keep you grounded, the other grabbing his wrist and wrenching that hand up to your breast. He was smart. He groped at it instantly, feeling the soft padding of your bra underneath your scrub top. God, all three of you were still in your work clothes, this could have waited.. But not really.

Robby broke the kiss with a groan that rumbled through his chest and shook your own due to just how close you were to each other. His head drifting down to your neck.

"My bedroom is the first door down the hall on the left. I want you to be out of your scrubs when I get there. Do you understand me?" It was the same tone he used in the ER, and it made heat flood between your thighs. You nodded, and quickly went to where you were told to go. Robby turned his attention to Whitaker, moving closer to the young man and grabbing his chin, thumb resting on his bottom lip. "You're here because I know how you feel about her. But I think you need to learn some tricks first before I let that happen." Not asking. Just bluntly telling- though by the look in his eyes there was still kindness. If Dennis wanted to opt out, he very well could.

He really, really didn't want to though.

Dennis gave the slightest nod, and Robby was practically dragging him by the scruff towards the bedroom. Like he were an unruly pup rather than a man closer to 30 than 20. The way he seemed to take charge over everyone all the time was undeniably endearing; and if you weren't in that room waiting for them to catch up, Dennis would have thought Robby was bringing him in there for himself.

The door opened with a resounding creak, revealing you sat on the edge of your attending's bed; clad in your undershirt, bra, and panties. They could both see the dark colored bra practically shining through your white t-shirt, typically a fashion faux pas, but being men this was something that made both their cocks twitch. The mismatched striped pattern of your panties blended with the striped duvet Robby had on his own bed.

The pair were taken aback at just how ready you seemed to look (no matter how nervous you truly were on the inside). Robby released the poor Whitaker from his grasp and made his way to where you sat, standing between your parted knees like he was so certain it was where he belonged.

"You know, the implication of getting out of your scrubs also meant everything else, right?" He asked with a smirk, tilting your chin up with two of his fingers before moving back. You gave a mischievous smile of your own in kind. "Be the smart girl I know you are and finish what you started for me." He hummed, it was so sickeningly sweet the way he said it. Gentle. Like he was asking you to take a break or get some water rather than to get naked in front of him.

So, with a sense of obedience that overtook your body, you began to fully strip. Your eyes wandered to Dennis as you peeled your t-shirt from your form, and the way his eyes went wide once he saw you in just a bra and panties. How he shifted on his feet just so. Like he wanted to reach out and touch you but held back. His cheeks were pink, reaching up to the tips of his ears, and you could see his throat bob with a heavy swallow.

With a gentle, yet heavy hand to the middle of his back, Robby gave Dennis a little push towards you. Directing him the way he wanted him to go- always a commanding presence, like it was ingrained in him after years of doing what he does. Leading others.

"Take off her bra." That was not as gentle of an order he had given you. Not by a long shot. Robby said it with a click of his tongue, like he was ordering around an unruly pup rather than a grown man, one that worked for him no less.

"I- Yeah.." Whitaker managed before moving towards you abruptly, his hands going behind you with little finesse; it was oddly clinical, like you were a patient he had to aid in undressing.

"I- Yeah?" Robby parroted back to him, tilting his head and raising a brow. His hand came out to move Whitaker's away from you, looking at Dennis like he'd lost his mind. "Say it right." He commanded. Your eyes met the younger man's again, and you knew what your attending wanted from him. Or rather, you had a feeling.

"Yes sir." It came out like a whimper. Pathetic and small, but the way it came out made heat pool between your thighs; and you could tell if had a similar impact on Robby with the way his gaze softened and his jaw clenched.

"Good boy." He said it quietly, before moving the younger's hands back to the clasp of your bra, slow and gentle. Whitaker shivered hard. "Now this is easy. Just a few little clasps." Robby instructed with the same tone he used during a very delicate procedure, except you were the precious 'patient' in his eyes tonight. And he was ready to really teach Dennis the ins and outs.

Once your bra was finally undone and pulled away from you it felt like you could breathe again. Tits on display for two men- two men you worked with and saw nearly every day of your adult life. Part of you wanted to be embarrassed as you felt the cool air begin to stiffen the peaks of your nipples, or as the goosebumps rose on your skin, but you weren't sure where to start. Deep down there was the instinct to hide. To cross your arms and cover yourself while you still had your dignity (and panties) though you were also certain Robby would scold you. And the thought made your cross your thighs with a squirm.

Dennis gave you a look as his hand hovered over your exposed breast, just shy of a real touch to the mound. You nodded with permission, eager to feel the warmth of his hand rather than the cold of Robby's AC biting at your sensitive flesh. With a tentative touch he cupped one in his palm, both your breaths hitching as he gave a light, experimental squeeze.

"I like that, you know." You murmured, licking your lips just to wet them. You felt so quiet tonight, eager to please and eager to watch what unfolded. Your voice felt like an eager rasp against the back of your throat. At this newfound information, Dennis' hand moved to attempt to tweak at your nipple; but was stopped by a click of Robby's tongue.

"I didn't say you could do that much." The older man chewed at the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms. "Now would you like us to take those off for you; or would you like to do it yourself?" He asked you, eyes flicking down to your panties, the pattern on them he definitely found amusing. Small blue flowers adorning your own flower. Though that euphemism was far from his favorite.

"I can do it." You blinked up at him, gently shimmying back from Dennis, before standing up off the bed. The difference in the looks they had were astounding. Robby's gaze was heated, eager to give you another taste of what he had given so freely already. While Dennis looked wide-eyed and mystified over the chance. You'd heard the rumors, the teasing comments towards you and him. You were practically his dream girl and he was finally allowed, in some capacity, to touch you.

You peeled your panties down, wetness inevitably having dampened them a long time ago, but you persisted in the mission of fully undressing. Once they were at your ankles you kicked them away and focused on the two men again.

It was like all hell broke loose behind their eyes. Glued to the juncture between your thighs.

"Bed. Now." Robby managed to push the words from his mouth, and for some reason you obeyed. Lowering yourself back onto the mattress, Robby stepped between your legs once again, but this time lowering himself onto his knees. You tried to ignore the resounding pop that came from them. "If you want this with her, you're going to learn how to do it right." He said to Whitaker, to which the younger man nodded. "I can't hear you." He chided at him.

"Yes sir..." There it came again, and Robby's cock twitched in his pants at the sound. He only wondered if it sounded just as good coming from your lips instead.

Robby's hands slid up your thighs, parting them gently to get a proper look at what he'd been waiting on seeing all night. Your cunt. Shiny with slick in the low lights of the bedroom, fluttering around nothing, eagerly waiting for something. Something he could deliver. His large hands spread you apart, thumb experimentally brushing over your clit and he had to fight off the urge to smile when he saw how it made you shiver. Perfect.

"Now first, you want to get a proper feel of the external genitalia before just diving right in." Fingers traced your folds with expert precision, the calloused pads of the tips of them heightened the feeling just so. He traced the area around your opening, your clit, and the sensitive skin of your perineum before quickly dipping back up. "See how her breath hitches when you touch here?" A thumb pressed down on your clit. "That is what we want to see."

"God, stop teasing." You groaned, fingers twisting into his sheets in pure frustration. If you had to wait any longer you'd explode, you figured. Or you'd drag Robby down by the hair, maybe Whitaker too.

"I am not teasing, I am teaching. Big difference sweetheart." It was that sickeningly soft tone again, it made you melt inside and out. "Now. She's still a bit unprepared, which is not ideal for sex. How can we fix that Whitaker?" His head turned to look at him, like he was asking for an answer to a case instead.

"Um.. You could try oral stimulation." Dennis managed to get it out. The poor thing, he was standing there awkward as one could be in his shoes, cock straining against its confines like it was upset to be left out for even a moment.

"Very smart, make sure you pay attention to how I do this." Robby praised before turning back to you. "We're gonna try that now honey, okay?" You nodded quick enough it should have been embarrassing. He gave a warm smile before dipping his head down and pressing a long, languid kiss to your clit. Making your toes curl and a pitchy sound leave you. The kiss turned into broad laps of his tongue, beard scratching against your sensitive pussy in a way that made you buck against his face- his large palm immediately pressing against your lower stomach to steady you.

Your fingers curled in his hair, soft but thin, tugging once he gave your clit a particularly harsh suck. He groaned into your sex, tongue working with a newfound determination to make you cum at least once tonight. And before you could think another thought you felt his rough fingers rubbing up and down your entrance again. This time waiting to breach.

"Please..." You murmured, and Robby pulled off with an expectant look in his eyes. You knew very well what he wanted. "Please sir." It shook out of you and Robby smiled before diving back in, patting at your thigh like it was his own signaling of praise. His rough fingers worked their way into you, crooking upwards in a way that drew noises from you like a fountain.

All the while, Dennis was palming his cock now through his bottoms. Letting out little whiny puffs of air, practically jerking himself off through his clothes. He wanted to know what you tasted like. He was the one that had a crush on you first, or at least he thought he did.. All he knew was that he was so close to cumming and ruining his boxers at this rate; something he did not want anyone to see in the laundry basket or have to explain later if he did.

A very familiar feeling began the spread through you in that moment. Starting in the pulse of your cunt, spreading down to your toes and all the way up to your ribs where your heart quickened behind them. Grinding against Robby's face, you found your orgasm- or rather, it found you, in a way that was far too intense to be healthy.

You could feel your hearing dull slightly as the world began to come back into place. Robby placing kisses along your inner thighs while rubbing your stomach to soothe you down from your high. You swallowed heavily, making your ears pop and it was like you were normal again.

Wordlessly, Robby pulled away and left his kneeling position. Walking over to Whitaker who was looking up at him like he was the next meal. And he was. You barely had time to process the sight of your attending's mouth against his much younger resident's; but you weren't upset by it, no. You could feel the fire between your legs stoking back to life again.

Dennis moaned into Robby's mouth, he could taste you on his tongue and it was the best thing he'd ever had in all his years on this earth. He gripped at Robby's shirt as the older man pushed his tongue into his mouth, a silent fight for control. Dennis rutted his hips against the other man's own bulge, causing a grunt to escape from him. Robby pulled back ever so slightly, and raised the fingers that had been inside you just moments prior, still covered in your slick, and pressed them into Dennis' half open mouth.

A half-surprised gasp escaped him, but his lips wrapped around Robby's thick digits like it were his job to lick him clean. His earlier praises of 'good boy' rang in his head while he focused on your taste, and the weight of fingers pressed to his tongue. Once they were sufficiently 'cleaned', Robby removed them, a string of saliva holding onto the connection before it broke.

He was definitely learning a lot.

"Be good for me, and go to my left nightstand. Grab a condom from the bottom drawer." Robby asked him, well, not really asked but told. Whitaker's eyes glanced at you, how you were still there, knees parted and waiting for more. He quickly went to do as he was told, and tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach when he saw the brand that Robby used was for the more well endowed crowd.

He turned to see that Robby had stripped himself of his shirt, a soft, hairy torso greeting him. The way his Star of David rested in the dip beneath his collar bones was shining in the low light of the room. His hands were rubbing your thighs and Dennis could hear the soft cooing words he was giving you under his breath. His chances with you felt slim to none after all this was over. Maybe Robby would allow him in your bed now and again.

"Ah, thank you." Robby gave a half-smile. A polite one reserved for people you pass in the hallway, not someone you just made out with. Robby finally pushed his bottoms down to mid-thigh, the sight making you and Whitaker's eyes widen. His cock was definitely big, but the best adjective would be that it seemed heavy. Already at full attention, the tip a dark pink as it strained in the air. The light glistening of precum already making itself known. "It'll be alright, I promise." He said after he saw how your mind seemed to implode at the sight. He tore open the foil square, then rolled the condom onto his length. "You regularly use condoms when you have sex?"

Your brain buffered in that moment. It wasn't a bad question to ask, just a surprising one. Your mind drifted to nights with other people. Nights with Jack. And you had to snap back to the reality of who you were with in this moment- Robby and Dennis.

"I try." You answered. Not technically a lie, you did try, they were just typically... forgotten about.

Robby gave a little huff of a laugh and a knowing look.

Dennis' mind ran wild with the implication. Though he didn't know about your other hookup buddy at PTMC. The though he could ever do such a thing with you made him bite his lip, digging the heel of his palm against his erection to calm himself.

The blunt tip of Robby's cock pressed at your now prepped entrance. It made you hiss; this was the first time he was actually fucking you after all. He squeezed at your thigh, a small reassurance that you would in fact survive his dick. Then he finally pushed in the tip of himself. The little gasp you made rang through his ears as he slowly but surely continued.

God, you were still snug inside even after cumming. Tension that he couldn't wait to help break down and mold into something useful for the both of you. You made a little whiny sound once he fully bottomed out, he liked that sound more than he should have. Robby rested for a second, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him before being too rough on you. His eyes flicked to the younger man in the room; who was currently gnawing his lip into oblivion and grinding against his hand like a pervert simply looking in. He supposed he should allow some repreive.

"Whitaker. I want you to touch yourself while I show you how a man should fuck her." It seemed harsh, but it turned the younger man on more than anything had tonight. "Now. I'm already inside her, letting her adjust. That is very important when she isn't used to your size yet." Dennis nodded while fishing his cock from its confines. Whimpering once it was free.

He wasn't as big as Robby was. But not small by any means. The textbook definition of the term 'boyfriend dick'; which was far from a bad thing. You eyed it as he began pumping it in his fist. Using the leaking precum to ease the glide of his hand. Robby tapped your cheek, a silent way of saying 'eyes on me', before his hand cupped your jaw to drag your attention back.

"Now, I'm going to start moving again." His hand gripped at your hip, digging into the softness. Slowly, his hips drew back before giving a deep thrust into you. "Make sure to start slowly. If you rush too fast it'll hurt her." The soft smack of his thighs into you became a consistent echo in the space between your bodies. Your body still fought the stretch. It was perfect, yet just tipping into the edge of pleasurable pain.

A good hurt.

"Once you're ready to, ah, pick up the pace.." Robby trailed off as his thrusts quickened, a few groans rumbled through his chest and the way he held your thighs open was beginning to falter. "You can- fuck! You can start to change things up." He grunted before laying his body atop yours, the squish of his softness against your body was warm. He didn't like that he was tiring out this quickly. It meant he was old. Too old for a pretty thing like you. His mouth settled into the crook of your neck to lazily kiss at the juncture of it as his hips snapped into yours.

Dennis never wanted this night to end. The way you were practically smushed underneath Robby, like the older man was completely enveloping you in his body felt primal. Like he was a great big bear instead of just a man. He bucked into his fist quicker than before, trying to match the speed of the other's thrusts.

Every time your moans picked up with something the other was doing; Dennis would attempt to copy the speed. He longed to be inside you, especially now that he knew what you looked and sounded like getting fucked.

You felt odd being watched by him. And odd with the way Robby seemed to curl up on top of you. Becoming like a ball of limbs, sweat, and sex all in one shared unit. Fucking into you like he had something to prove to Whitaker, and maybe he did. You wanted to open your mouth and speak up, but you were cut off with a whiny curse once Robby had angled his hips just right to find the spot that made you lose your mind.

"That it?" He panted against you, kissing a bead of sweat off the side of your neck. You gave a pitchy 'uh-huh!' which only made him attack that spot inside you over and over again. "That's her g-spot, you need to keep track of all the stuff that makes her scream." His eyes met Whitaker's when he said it, the younger man's fist stuttered around his cock. "If you're lucky you can make her cum just like this."

The promise of that nearly sent the younger man over the edge.

"Most women need clitoral stimulation also." He groaned, pushing himself back up to spit on his hand and bringing his fingers down to circle your poor, abandoned clit. He would never forget about it, never. Every motion up and down moved it just so; in a way that made your moans grow higher and higher.

"Oh fuck!" You managed- by instinct you wanted to smack his hand away, but you felt too cockdrunk to even attempt on the thought. One particular swipe up made you squeal louder than you had all night and you immediately felt awful for Robby's neighbors and what they had to hear from you. But this was too good to carry any guilt over.

It was building inside you again. Too much too soon too fast. An inevitable release that your body was begging for.

"You can tell she's close. See?" Robby clicked his tongue to direct Dennis' attention to the not so subtle signs. Dilated pupils, pitchy breaths, fingers clinging to Robby's biceps like they were a lifeline.

"She's going to cum?" The younger man asked, extremely hopeful to see it again. He looked close himself, practically leaking all around his fist.

"That's the goal." Robby gave a little laugh before lowering his head and placing a kiss to your sternum. "Gonna cum for us again honey? I think he wants you to finish more than you or I do." His nose nudged at your tit, placing a kiss to the side of it. "Be good and cum." He whispered.

The way he said it felt like the final push. You spasmed around his cock with an orgasm that sent you reeling, nails digging into his arms just a little too hard; pussy twitching like a hard reset hit it. Your orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, because Dennis was cumming with a loud moan of his own, ropes of it shooting up onto his scrub top and staining the black material. So much for not wanting his clothes ruined.

Robby quickened his pace to the fastest he'd been all evening. No longer concerned with anything but chasing his own release. The loud smack of his balls against your ass practically made your ears ring, he was such a large man in every aspect. His groaning echoed in the room, and the closer he got the faster he rutted into you.

With a noise you weren't convinced was entirely human, he finally came. You could feel his cock twitch as it spent into the condom; a small part of you wishing it was inside. Maybe more than a small part. His head fell to your chest as he caught his breath, body going limp against you as he nuzzled into your breasts.

"And..." He trailed off, trying to give Dennis some more 'advice' but he had nothing left to say. The younger man definitely got his fill of what to do and not to do. When it came to you, at least. Robby made a noncommittal sound and wrapped his arms around you, nearly out like a light already.

Michael Robinavitch was an after sex cuddler. Who'd have thought?

Dennis reached for the tissue box on the nightstand and cleaned himself off the best he could after the mess he'd made. Once his pants were readjusted he was about to turn to leave until..

"Stay." You whispered. Your eyes met and his throat bobbed. "I know that all of this happened because you like me." You pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to articulate what you wanted to say next. "And just because he and I have.. Well, it doesn't mean we can't get to know each other."

He felt like a deer in headlights. And not entirely hopeless again.

"You mean this doesn't mean you two are-"

"Dating? I don't think so- I haven't exactly been looking." You shook your head with an exhausted smile. "But you're sweet, Dennis. Maybe I could teach you some things about me too; outside the bedroom if you'd like?" An offer that seemed like friendship with a chance, a small chance, of more.