“but, uh, parker loves pussy inspection. it was a little embarrassing at the start but fuck, i love it now.”

they let her words settle, the others squirming in their bubbling desire at the admission, before victoria puffs out, “yup. gonna make cassie do that now, mhmm.”

samira laughs, her cheeks burning, and thinks to herself how she can’t wait for another one herself, really. parker could go for so long, sometimes she’d try doing it for an hour, and samira’s body would be pulled into a euphoric sensation that she really can’t name. it sets her aflame, reduces her to her pleasure, until all she could say, all she could remember, is parker’s name.

in the comfortable silence, mel’s words spill out in a shy rasp. “abby bought me a strap. taught me how to fuck using it. taught me how she likes it and—” her breath rattles here, “and how frank likes it.”

for a moment, no one can say anything at that, their minds tumbling at the image her confession makes—abby and mel, beautiful in their matching straps, folding frank over for each other’s pleasure.

“christ,” trinity whispers. “christ.”

mel laughs because she gets it; she thought the same. she remembers abby guiding her through it, her hot lips roving over mel’s back as they stare at frank’s weeping eyes. slowly, abby told her, and deep. that’s how he likes it.

mel shakes herself out of the memory, and washes down the simmering throb inside her with another gulp of her fourth beer.

then, in sync, they all turn to dennis, anticipation bright in their eyes. dennis coughs, bright red already. “they call me puppy,” he starts. it was the tamest he could share, the one he was going to settle with, but—

“i have a collar and a leash and, recently, robby bought me a tail.” his eyes gloss over, gone in the memory. “jack had to prepare me for so long because the tail was this thick bulbed butt plug. made snug so that it won’t slip out. they made me test how snug it is—humped jack’s boot, walked on all fours, you know, the works.”

he doesn’t even register the sound of someone choking. (it was trinity.)

“then robby locked the leash on something, i don’t recall anymore, but i was there, in the corner of their bed room, with my hands bound behind my back. they made me watch them fuck.” dennis squeezes his legs together. “i came, i think. honestly, i don’t even remember anything except for jack coming over to reward me.” he ends it with a shrug, acting nonchalantly now, of all times.

they all stare at him with wide eyes and warming cheeks. so swept up by their giddiness, for a moment they had truly forgotten who dennis is seeing, and now, they know more about their attendings than they ever wanted to. still, it was such a visceral description from a scorching admission. they can’t help but imagine it now—puppy boy dennis, whimpering and whining as his partners deny him of his own pleasure until they’ve had their fill.

“woah,” victoria murmurs. gasps out, really.

dennis chuckles, embarrassed now more than anything. the silence begins to swell, and his embarrassment slowly transforms into horror. an apology begins to form on his tongue, when—

“that’s really hot, dennis,” mel says, after a while. trinity and victoria nod in agreement.

“absolutely,” samira puffs out. then, “but also? of course you are into puppy play.”

dennis groans, throwing his balled up napkin at her. unfortunately, samira is able to duck this time.

Dennis is late for work, he’s running around the house like a mad man trying to will his clothes to dry faster in the dryer. His lips are chapped, he can’t find his vaseline and thinks the skin of his lips is about to crack. It’s bordering on painful. Trinity is out of the house so he calls her to ask if she has a spare or anything he can borrow.

She tells him to look through her makeup bag in her room. He rummages around and grabs something like a chapstick and quickly applies some before running out of the house.

He makes it to the PTMC on time, barely, and slides into the locker room without anyone noticing his almost-tardiness. Everyone else is already on the floor, so he hasn’t said good morning to anyone yet.

It’s only when he makes it into the floor does he start to feel like he’s being watched. strange looks from patients aren’t uncommon but it feels like more than that. When he rounds the corner, lost in his thoughts, he bumps into Robby.

He stutters out an apology but is interrupted by Robby’s awe struck face. Eyebrows reaching his hairline, cheeks quickly reddening. Dennis isn’t sure what to do when Robby’s fingers reach up and like he’s about to touch his face. Dennis recoils on instinct and Robby seems to come back to himself.

“Trying something different?” Robby coughs out, rubbing his beard. Dennis tilts his head quizzically, looking at his outfit. The same old scrubs (until this pair gets ruined and he needs to grab a new pair), same raggedy sneakers… he wracks his brain for what it could be. He hasn’t even gotten a new haircut in god knows how long.

“What do you mean, sir?”

The honorific makes Robby flinch, eyes squeezing together as if it was painful to look at Dennis.

Robby’s eyes open, flicking down to Dennis’ lips. Dennis reaches up to touch them, bringing his fingers down to see bright red.

Oh. God.

In the dark of the early morning, in his rush to get out of the house, he had put on lipstick. Dark, cherry red lipstick. Instead of a sensible lip balm. Or ointment. No. He picked up a dangerous shade of red and slathered it on his lips before heading into the hospital for a day of work.

He wants the earth to open up beneath him and swallow him whole. His face heats up from the tips of his ears down to his chest. His vision gets blurry and there’s a blood rush in his ears. He looks up to Robby with wobbly lips and big, wet eyes.

Robby, sensing his embarrassment (and trying to keep himself together at the same time) puts a grounding hand on the kids shoulder, guiding him to the nearest one stall bathroom without letting anyone else see his face. Shielded by his broad shoulders the entire way.

Once the door is locked, Dennis takes a moment to breathe. He can’t look Robby in the eyes so he decides to look at himself in the mirror. It’s a hack job. The lipstick a little smudged in the corners from doing it in a rush (not that cares about how good it looks or not) The sight of himself shocks him a bit. Then he catches Robby’s eye in the mirror. His eyes are dark and unreadable. He watches Robby come up to him from behind. He spins around and watches Robby grab a paper towel and get it damp from the sink.

“Here,” he’s saying, lifting the towel to his lips and beginning to wipe off the offending makeup.

Dennis would’ve done it himself. His hands are still frozen mid air, they were on their way to grab the paper towel from Robby. But he lets Robby do this. He isn’t completely sure why.

They sit in silence. Only their breaths and the occcasinal rattle of a pipe through the walls.

He lets Robby hold his chin with two fingers to keep his face still. Robby is concentrating on his task, so Dennis allows himself the pleasure of looking at Robby. Really looking at him. At the crows feet in the corners of his eyes, the freckles that spot across his nose, his lips, his scratchy beard, his lips again.

And then Robby is stepping away. And he’s cold. He’s tossing the now stained paper towel away and Dennis looks at himself in the mirror again. His lips are chafed from the scrubbing of the scratchy hospital paper towel and there’s still a stain of red but - it’s better than whatever he had going on before.

“Thank you” Dennis’ voice is small and Robby doesn’t respond, just squeezes his shoulder and leaves him alone in the bathroom.

—

That night Robby, the dirty fuck he is, goes to the nearest corner store and buys the cheapest red lipstick he can find. He sets it on his bedside table. Maybe it’ll come in handy. Who knows.

He fists his cock fast and hard, picturing Dennis’ lipstick coated lips wrapped around him instead of his own hand.

He comes harder than he has in years.

He’s so fucked.

—

He’s fucked when, after a get-together at a bar near the hospital, Robby offers Dennis a ride home.

Dennis isn’t drunk. Maybe a little tipsy. His skin buzzes with anticipation when he gets into Robby’s car. But he justifies this. Robby is just being nice, making sure he’s safe. He would do this for anyone else.

But Robby isn’t in his right mind. Is he? Because he asks Dennis if he would like to go back to his place. For a friendly, not at all weird, nightcap with his boss.

Of course Dennis agrees. He’s giddy. He bounces his knee, watching Robby white knuckle the steering wheel and refuse to look at Dennis.

Robby can’t take his eyes off of Dennis’ lips the entire time they talk at his kitchen island. He imagines them covered in red. Smudged across his cheeks from kissing him. The feeling of it rubbing on his own lips. The ring of red that would appear around his cock.

Robby leans in before he can decide if this is a bad idea or not. Dennis takes it willingly. Eagerly. Robby has his hands on either side of Dennis, bracketing him against the countertop. He kisses him like he needs it more than air.

They part, Robby doesn’t let him go far. He rubs the pad of his thumb across Dennis’ spit slicked lips. He pushes further, putting pressure on his tongue. Dennis opens up beautifully.

“Bedroom?” Robby asks, Dennis can only around his finger. He adds another finger, holding his jaw open like a fish out of water.

They stumble to the bedroom, Dennis falls back onto the bed and Robby follows behind. They kiss languidly. Dennis’ hands find their way up Robby’s shirt, blunt nails scratching down his back.

Robby grinds down, their cocks rubbing together deliciously.

“Been thinkin about this, about you,” Robby whispers onto Dennis’ lips. Dennis can only moan in response, canting his hips up to meet Robby.

Clothes are torn off, they attach themselves to each other as quickly as they left. Mouths hot and open, licking into each other.

Robby drags Dennis into his lap, Dennis grinding their hips together and leaving Robby gasping for air.

“Can you do something for me? Will you be a good boy for me?” Robby asks. Dennis hums an approval against his lips.

Robby sits up, admiring how Dennis follows him up desperately.

He leans over to the nightstand shakily and grabs the lipstick. Will he do this for him? Dennis doesn’t notice, making him busy with pawing at Robby’s cock.

Robby puts the tube between them and Dennis turns as red as the lipstick.

“Will you put this on? Be a pretty boy for me?” Robby gives Dennis a sweet kiss, Dennis nodding against him.

He’s too horny to be embarrassed. And he has to. He wants to. The need to please Robby is overbearing.

He looks up at him through wet eyelashes, “Yeah. Yeah I want to be good for you.”

He applies it with shaky hands, and he worries he’s not doing it right, that he looks ridiculous. But Robby is there, caressing his thighs and whispering to him. How beautiful he looks, how good he’s being, how he can’t wait to have those lips wrapped around his cock.

When he’s finished, Robby throws the lipstick somewhere to be lost in the sheets. Robby touches his fingers to his lips lightly, smearing it into the corner of his lips. Dennis moans into it, trying in vain to get Robby’s fingers further into his mouth.

“Ah ah,” Robby tuts, “you have more important things to focus on.” and Dennis groans, eager to have any part of Robby in his mouth.

Robby flips them over, laying on his back with Dennis over him. Dennis leans down to kiss him sweetly, and Robby lets him, revels in it. They kiss watley and messily, and when Dennis sits up and sees the lipstick spread across Robby’s lips too, he keens.

Robby searches the sheets for the lipstick, bringing it to Dennis’ lips and applying it messily. Dennis whines against it, the dry sticky feeling mixing with the drool slipping past his lips. The stain barely sticks to his spit slicked lips.

Dennis leans down, kissing Robby’s chin, moving down his neck and biting lightly. He looks up each time, appreciating the red kiss marks that litter his skin. He kisses down Robby’s stomach, the juncture of his hip and his groin, the inside of his thigh. Robby sneaks a glance and has to squeeze his eyes shut, overcome by the visual evidence of Dennis marking him.

Dennis presses a chaste kiss to the tip of Robby’s cock, darkening it when the cherry stain. Robby groans almost painfully, so hard he feels like he might pass out. His cock twitches torturously as Dennis pumps him in his much smaller hands.

“Need you, baby. Please.” Robby has resorted to begging, those plump lips inviting and already addicting. He’s so fucked.

Dennis nods, nuzzling into Robby’s pubes and taking a large sniff before licking a long stripe up his shaft.

Dennis moans at the smell and the taste. It’s so very Robby. He’s all musk and woody, smokyness, sterile ethel alcohol and aftershave. Dennis wants to bottle it and spray it all over his pillows at home.

He pops the head of Robby’s cock into his mouth, watching Robby for a reaction, for validation. Robby’s hand comes down to Dennis’ head and pats it appreciatively, slight pressure to coax him further. Dennis obliges

He takes as much of Robby as he can, swallowing around him as Robby praises him from above.

“You take me so well, sweetheart.” And Dennis keens, feeding off of the praise. He humps Robby’s leg beneath him pitifully, cock dripping a ridiculous amount of precome.

Dennis lifts up, looking at the red ring he’s left around Robby. He whimpers, cock drooling at the sight. Robby sneaks a glance down and moans so loud Dennis is afraid he hurt him.

“Shit kid, you’re so beautiful.” Robby grabs Dennis by his cheeks and guides his mouth back onto his cock.

Dennis takes the rest of Robby in, swallowing around his cock and forcing the head to the back of his throat. Robby croaks out a moan, hands squeezing the sides of his head. Dennis takes a deep breath and lets Robby take control. He continues to grind against Robby’s leg like a puppy. Accepting the praise. Being a good boy.

His good boy.

“Fuck you’re so hot. You were built for this huh?” Robby asks, and Dennis can’t even begin to answer, tears forming in his eyes and balls tightening up painfully.

His moans vintage up Robby’s cock, and another sinful swallow around the head from Dennis sends him over the edge. He holds Dennis there and, like the good boy he is, Dennis stays put, swallowing everything Robby has to offer him.

He stays there, and if Robby were a little more coherent he would’ve felt Dennis finish on his leg as he felt his stomach fill with Robby’s spend.

Robby lifts him off of his cock carefully, cradling Dennis’ head in his hands. He drags the boy upward, kissing him on his ruined mouth. Red lipstick barely there anymore, spread across his lips and cheeks. They kiss, open mouthed. Robby tastes the wax of the lipstick and his own cum. They moan together and Dennis is boneless in his arms.

“So good for me. You’re perfect.” Robby gives him one last kiss to his forehead and Dennis slumps against his chest.

“Shower?” Robby asks, feeling sweaty and sticky. He’s sure Dennis feels the same.

Dennis grumbles something like an agremeent, so he lifts the boy up and the wobble to the bathroom.

He soaps Dennis up, washing his body and hair. He wipes at those red lips with a warm washcloth, cleaning him fully.

He places one last kiss to those chafed, used lips and Dennis leans into it.

Robby didn’t have it in him to remove the lipstick kisses from his own body. His cock twitched painfully.

When they fall into bed, and Dennis promptly falls asleep in his arms- he knows there’s no going back. No getting rid of him. And he doesn’t want to. He wants to keep the kid captive. Never let anyone else see him. He’s his. His pretty boy.