#geesaysstuff

Sometimes after a long day Robby needs to blow off some steam in one way or another. Today it led him to some bar across the street from the hospital. After a few too many drinks, he is stumbling to the door of his apartment with a pretty, blonde MS4, and he can't be bothered to concern himself with the consequences. Dennis, the MS4 in question, is all longing eyes and breathy moans, as his hands roam Robby's back and chest while Robby fights with the lock on his door. Robby hears some mumbling coming from Dennis' mouth at his neck.

"What was that?" he asks, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. Dennis whines.

"I need you," he breathes reverently as his body pushes against Robby, who can now feel just how badly Dennis needs this. Robby is finally able to push the door open, and the two are tumbling through the door. Shoes are kicked off and jackets are shucked off shoulders onto the floor as hands explore and tongues desperately seek each other.

Robby's hands find their way to the bottom hem of Dennis' thin white t-shirt to run up the younger's soft stomach, finding their place on Dennis' smooth chest. Robby runs calloused hands over the smooth expanse, stopping only to roll Dennis' nipple between two fingers. Robby's heart nearly beats out of his chest at the strangled gasp that escapes Dennis. He wants to hear him make that sound again and again. Robby's mouth begins to travel to meet his hands at Dennis' chest and continues further until his face is level with the zipper on the younger's jeans. He looks up at Dennis, whose face is twisted with pleasure and desperation, and says one word,

"Please."

"fuck," Dennis whispers, "yes, please, fuck, Robby." The older man wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans, eager to please. Jeans are pushed down as far as his knees before Robby is swallowing Dennis' aching cock. Little whimpers and breathy moans escape Dennis as Robby's head bobs up and down along his length. The blonde's hands struggle to find purchase against the smooth, cool wall before they find themselves running through dark brown hair. Dennis tentatively rolls his hips, fucking slightly into Robby's mouth. Robby lets him and this only encourages Dennis to thrust a little deeper and a little harder until he bottoms out in Robby's mouth.

Robby is looking up at him through wet lashes with spit slick lips, the sight alone almost makes Dennis cum. Robby looks so perfect like this, on his knees getting his face fucked. Dennis' head knocks back against the wall as he speeds up, feeling himself draw closer to the edge.

"Robby, ngh hnn," Dennis says as a familiar heat starts to coil at the bottom of his stomach, "'m so close, please." Robby moans loudly around Dennis at this declaration, the vibrations ending any sense of restraint left in Dennis as he spills into Robby's waiting throat. Dennis whimpers as Robby swallows around him.

When Robby pulls off, Dennis' knees give way and he slides to Robby's level on the floor. The dark haired man pulls Dennis in for a kiss, and when he pulls away Dennis whines at the loss of contact. Robby's hands come up to cradle his head and settle at the nape of his neck as he leans in to whisper,

Sometimes after a long day Robby needs to blow off some steam in one way or another. Today it led him to some bar across the street from the hospital. After a few too many drinks, he is stumbling to the door of his apartment with a pretty, blonde MS4, and he can't be bothered to concern himself with the consequences. Dennis, the MS4 in question, is all longing eyes and breathy moans, as his hands roam Robby's back and chest while Robby fights with the lock on his door. Robby hears some mumbling coming from Dennis' mouth at his neck.

"What was that?" he asks, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. Dennis whines.

"I need you," he breathes reverently as his body pushes against Robby, who can now feel just how badly Dennis needs this. Robby is finally able to push the door open, and the two are tumbling through the door. Shoes are kicked off and jackets are shucked off shoulders onto the floor as hands explore and tongues desperately seek each other.

Robby's hands find their way to the bottom hem of Dennis' thin white t-shirt to run up the younger's soft stomach, finding their place on Dennis' smooth chest. Robby runs calloused hands over the smooth expanse, stopping only to roll Dennis' nipple between two fingers. Robby's heart nearly beats out of his chest at the strangled gasp that escapes Dennis. He wants to hear him make that sound again and again. Robby's mouth begins to travel to meet his hands at Dennis' chest and continues further until his face is level with the zipper on the younger's jeans. He looks up at Dennis, whose face is twisted with pleasure and desperation, and says one word,

"Please."

"fuck," Dennis whispers, "yes, please, fuck, Robby." The older man wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans, eager to please. Jeans are pushed down as far as his knees before Robby is swallowing Dennis' aching cock. Little whimpers and breathy moans escape Dennis as Robby's head bobs up and down along his length. The blonde's hands struggle to find purchase against the smooth, cool wall before they find themselves running through dark brown hair. Dennis tentatively rolls his hips, fucking slightly into Robby's mouth. Robby lets him and this only encourages Dennis to thrust a little deeper and a little harder until he bottoms out in Robby's mouth.

Robby is looking up at him through wet lashes with spit slick lips, the sight alone almost makes Dennis cum. Robby looks so perfect like this, on his knees getting his face fucked. Dennis' head knocks back against the wall as he speeds up, feeling himself draw closer to the edge.

"Robby, ngh hnn," Dennis says as a familiar heat starts to coil at the bottom of his stomach, "'m so close, please." Robby moans loudly around Dennis at this declaration, the vibrations ending any sense of restraint left in Dennis as he spills into Robby's waiting throat. Dennis whimpers as Robby swallows around him.

When Robby pulls off, Dennis' knees give way and he slides to Robby's level on the floor. The dark haired man pulls Dennis in for a kiss, and when he pulls away Dennis whines at the loss of contact. Robby's hands come up to cradle his head and settle at the nape of his neck as he leans in to whisper,

"I hope that's not all you've got for tonight." 

Dennis giggles from his spot on the ground, shaking his head as he leans forward to catch Robby in a kiss again. He whispers against Robby’s open, pliant mouth, “Of course it’s not.” And that’s all Robby needs to hear before he’s pushing himself more upright, trying to ignore the twinging ache in his knees from being on the hardwood for so long as he stands up. Dennis, still on his knees, eye-level with the bulge in Robby’s pants, leans forward to press his open mouth to the fabric of Robby’s cargo. The tempting heat of Dennis’ mouth tests the older man’s restraint, as the blonde continues to mouth at his clothed cock. Before his patience can snap, Robby bends down to haul the med student gracelessly up to his feet. 

“If you keep doing that,” Robby starts in a rough voice, “I won’t be able to hold back and be nice.” He has one hand at the back of Dennis’ neck holding him close enough that the younger can feel the scruff of the other man’s beard at his ear when he talks. Dennis sighs.

“Who said I wanted you to be fucking nice?” Dennis asks as Robby’s grip shifts from the back of the boy’s neck to his throat, squeezing so slightly, eliciting a quiet moan. No words are exchanged as lips crash back into each other like the waves of an ocean. 

Robby ushers the two of them down the hall to the bedroom, lips rarely leaving one another. The door is pushed open and Robby breaks their kiss to push Dennis onto the bed. And what a sight he is, lips bitten red and spit slick, jeans still around his thighs, shirt rucked up exposing the lower half of his stomach, his cock hard again and leaking. Robby’s mouth goes dry as he moves forward to finish removing Dennis’ shirt, as Dennis is shimmying his jeans down more in an attempt to remove them completely. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dennis looks good like this, naked in Robby’s bed among the twisted sheets. Robby grabs the bottom of his own shirt with one hand to pull it up and over his head. Dennis moans at the sight, sitting up quickly to undo Robby’s belt only to be pushed back down onto the bed. 

“Stay still, or you’re not getting anything.” Robby warns. Dennis rolls over onto his stomach, whining, as he pushes his hips up, arching his back. He mumbles something into the sheets that Robby doesn’t quite catch. “What was that, baby?”

Dennis whines at the pet name, and says again louder this time, voice full of desperation, “I need you to fuck me.” And that word, need, is what finally snaps the last of Robby’s resolve as he grabs two fists full of the ass being presented to him, spreading it to expose the blonde’s tight puckered hole. He groans internally, as he leans forward to press his tongue flat against the younger’s exposed heat. The strangled noise that rips through Dennis’ throat is only encouragement to his superior to begin eating him out in earnest. The dark haired man’s dexterous tongue fucks in and out slowly at first but Robby has lost all sense and cannot hold himself back any longer. 

It’s sloppy and loud, the way Robby is eating Dennis out like he’s been starving for it. It’s utterly indecent the way Robby can’t help but moan into the blonde’s tight hole as spit drips down through his beard. And Dennis is certain he is going to lose his mind as he feels spit drip down to the crease of where his ass meets his thighs. The younger man is almost crying into the sheets, as he whimpers out Robby’s name and a litany of curses, and his whole body jolts when he feels the added stretch of Robby starting to thrust one thick finger into his messy hole. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Robby says as he teases a second finger at Dennis’ rim, before fucking both inside. Dennis can’t reply because he is now actually crying into the sheets as Robby’s fingers press into his prostate, his hips rocking back to meet the thrust of Robby’s two fingers. His mind is swimming and he can’t find a single coherent thought to cling on to at this time, just loud, breathless moans of Robby, more, please, and fuck. He can’t stop moving his hips as pleasure coils deep in his stomach and his cock positively leaks onto the sheets below him. Robby has moved to biting and sucking hickeys into the skin of the blonde’s ass as he continues to finger the younger man open, adding a third finger to the spit slicked heat. 

“Fuck me, please, God, fuck me,” are the only real words and thoughts that Dennis can articulate as he whimpers into the sheets. Robby’s cock is still straining against his boxer briefs as he thinks of his answer.

“I don’t know baby,” he says, “I think you should come for me one more time before I can give you my cock.” Dennis screams into the mattress below him in frustration, but he continues to fuck his hips back even harder, chasing his orgasm. He is desperately seeking more to stretch him and more pressure on his prostate. Before he can do anymore than that, his eyes roll back as he feels Robby wrap a hand around his neglected cock. A few languid strokes is all it takes for Dennis to spill onto the sheets and Robby’s hand. “Good boy,” he hears Robby say as his body goes boneless, “I think you deserve my cock now.”

Dennis is helpless to do anything but lay there as Robby shifts some pillows under his hips. He can only plead in a soft, breathless voice that begs please so sweetly as Robby runs his big calloused hands over Dennis’ ass and thighs. Dennis is brought quickly out of this boneless feeling when he feels Robby push one thumb into his swollen hole.

“What are you-” Dennis starts but cuts himself off with a whimper when he feels a warm line of spit land inside his hole. “Fuck.” Dennis moans and grinds his half hard cock into the pillows below him. The feeling of spit inside him, coating his clenching walls, has him squirming. Robby’s other thumb meets the other to open Dennis up more before another glob of spit drips into him and the blonde is once again growing hard at the thought of Robby fucking his spit into Dennis. 

“I think you’re ready now,” Robby says as his body engulfs Dennis. The younger man feels the blunt press of the tip of Robby’s cock, and the stretch of his cock is exactly what Dennis had been looking for. His vision goes white with pleasure as Robby slowly pushes into Dennis’ overstimulated body. The feeling was so intense and overwhelming, and Robby just kept inching in relishing in the way Dennis’ spit slick walls kept clenching and fluttering around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” Robby grumbles in the younger’s ear as he bottoms out. He pauses there for a moment, allowing Dennis to get used to the burning stretch that left him speechless and gasping for air against the sheets. One of Robby’s arms snakes around Dennis’ waist and hoists him upright. Dennis jolts and gasps at the changing angle, feeling Robby’s throbbing cock brush against his prostate. 

“Do you think you can come for me one more time baby?” Robby asks, “Wanna feel you come on my cock.” 

“Fuck, ahn, i c’n do it,” Dennis manages to get out the sentence before Robby sets a brutal pace. The sound of skin hitting skin and Robby’s grunts were bouncing off the walls of the room, as Dennis’ head rolled back against the older man’s shoulder. 

“Fuuuck, you were made for this,” Robby groans, as his free hand slides up to wrap lightly around Dennis’ throat. The blonde whimpers as he pushes his throat against Robby’s hand, encouraging the older man to squeeze a little harder. Dennis’ mouth falls open as Robby squeezes more and more, no sounds coming out as his eyes roll back in pleasure. 

Robby cannot get enough of the feeling of Dennis clenching around him each time his grip tightens around the younger’s throat. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge, but continues at the pace he’s set, savoring the way Dennis flutters around him when his cock drags against the blonde’s prostate. He keeps his pace until he sees the tears spilling from Dennis’ eyes, and slows to a stop inside him.

“You okay, baby?” he whispers. Dennis whimpers.

“please don’t stop,” he whispers, “‘m so close. please. wanna cum on your cock just like this.”

How could Robby ever deny such a perfect request? He smirks to himself as he grinds his cock deep inside the blonde, making him cry out. He fucks Dennis hard and fast, until the younger is screaming,

“Fuck! ‘M so close. Gonna cum.” Robby’s hand moves from Dennis' neck to his cock, giving him a couple slow cursory strokes before matching his pace. Dennis is crying out, head still rolling back onto Robby’s shoulder until he doubles over as ropes of cum shoot out over the pillows and sheets in front of them. The way Dennis squeezes Robby when he comes is euphoric. Robby cannot stop himself as he spills into Dennis, fucking him through his orgasm until he collapses on the bed. There is a moment of stillness in the room where all the two can hear is their heavy breathing.

Robby slowly pulls his cock out and Dennis keens at the loss of feeling full. Robby watches rapt in silence as a mixture of his spit and cum spill out the blonde. He brings his thumb to where it has dripped near Dennis’ balls and pushes the mixture up and back into the young man’s swollen hole. He knows he has to clean up the younger man a little bit before the two of them drift off to sleep but he can’t help but stare at the beautiful wreck before him. 

“Hey,” Dennis says,not looking at him, face still pressed into the mattress, “do you need me to go? I’ll get up soon, I just need a minute.” Robby is taken by surprise because why would he need Dennis to go? There’s no need, they both fit in the bed.

“You don’t have to go,” Robby says, then quickly amends, “Please stay the night. I’ll get you cleaned up and we’ll get breakfast tomorrow before work.”

“Oh, sure I can stay,” Dennis’ blush reaches the back of his neck. Robby doesn’t miss that detail, but he does miss the little smile that flashes across Dennis’ face. 

Robby gets up and grabs a warm wet wash cloth to wipe down Dennis, before he can get him up to the shower. While Dennis cleans himself up (and out) in the shower, Robby changes the sheets on the bed. He heads to the bathroom to check on Dennis, and stands in the doorway just to stare for a couple seconds and listen to him sing some pop song quietly to himself. Dennis notices Robby in the doorway and beckons him to join and when Robby does it’s so domestic it makes his head spin just a little. But sometimes it’s better to just go with it, so he lets himself stand under the warm water in the shower and just listen to the blonde sing. Dennis looks up at him and smiles.

“Thank you,” the blonde says to Robby.

“For what?” Robby is confused. Dennis just shrugs and they drop it.