#oris writes

It’s late. Certainly too late for this. But that’s a perk of being roommates with a med student- you’re the perfect anatomy study.

Michael- Robby- doesn’t mind that you squirm every time his weirdly warm hands make contact with your skin, poking and prodding at you as he pores over a textbook that looks far too thin for how much it cost. He hums as he names joints and bones, engrossed in your body the textbook.

“These are your ribs,” he mutters, finger moving lower down your body. “And these are your vertebrae. C1, C2, TH7…”

His pointer finger trails all the way down your spine, sending a small shiver through your body. You turn your head to look up at him, a small smile on your face as you nod along. 

“Yeah?” you ask, knowing that the man is more than ready to elaborate. And hell, you could use the lesson. Robby’s eyes light up as he nods, large hand pressing flat against your back. “Yes! You’re technically only supposed to have twelve thoracic vertebrae, but yours might be thirteen. Which is.. Fascinating.” There's a faint pink dusting across his face, which you would’ve been able to see had the lighting in the room been more than a few desk lamps. “Uh, scientifically speaking, of course.”

His quick refuting of his words draws a silent huff of laughter from your lips as you meet his eyes, the med student nervously adjusting his glasses. His hand is still on your back, and you can feel the weight of it in your bones as you encourage him to continue.

“Go on,” you say, trying not to flinch as his hand makes its way down your spine. Robby marvels at every bump beneath his fingers, ecstatic at how he knows exactly what’s underneath your skin. It’s nerdy. A little creepy. A little hot. His hand finally reaches your hip, cupping it just by the bone.

“I think you have a very defined iliac crest.” he murmurs thoughtfully, gently pinching the skin with two fingers until he can feel the bone underneath. He then presses down on your tailbone, the gesture clinical, though strangely sensual.

“Can you feel that?” he all but whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. It takes every bit of your willpower not to whine. 

“I can feel it.” you almost grit out, arching slightly into his touch. If Robby notices, he says nothing. “It’s a sacral dimple.” he presses down on it once more. “Doctors from way back when would say you had childbearing hips.” he hums in thought. You raise a brow in disbelief, looking up at him.

“Robby? That’s a really weird thing to say to a dude like me.”

You’re interrupted by the strangled noise that leaves his throat as he pulls his hands back like he’s been burned. “Oh my god. No, I knew that, I meant- Anatomically speaking!”

He drags a hand down his face, but he peeks through his fingers at you.

“But, uh.. For the record? Your pelvis is objectively cool. Like an ancient Greek statue, or something.” he mutters as you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I’ll let it slide. This time.”

Robby sighs, a small pout tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Gracious.”

And then his eyes are back on your body, his pout melding into a more thoughtful frown. He bites his lip, almost like he’s resisting the urge to speak. With a swift motion, he’s now kneeling on the bed, knees on each side of your legs.

“Turn over.”

You sigh, letting out a groan. “Why?”

“Turn over!”

Another groan, but you’re on your back in no time, looking up at Robby, who’s effectively pinning you to the bed. 

“Weird question.”

“Go on.”

He leans in towards you, both hands on your thighs. “Do trans men have the same nerve clusters on their dicks? Like, if I pressed…” He gestures vaguely, “How would it feel?”

His eyes flicker up to your chest with barely concealed excitement. “Oh, and top surgery. I’ve never encountered a patient who’s gotten the procedure done, and i would love to study your-”

.

..

…

Robby flops backwards onto the bed, sighing. “I need to go to bed.” 

But his words are already coursing through your brain. And honestly, who were you to not satisfy his curiosity? Before you can blink, the words “Go on,” escape your throat.

It’s quiet for a moment, an awkward silence as robby is back on his knees, looking down at you.

“... Seriously? Like, you mean I can just.. Poke around? Like.. An experiment?”

You nod. “For science, yeah?”

His eyes flicker to yours, searching for a hint of hesitation. When he finds none, a grin slowly stretches across his face. 

“Alright, patient zero-” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Patient one. Let’s begin, I, uh.. Guess.”

His hands move towards the hem of your shirt. He tugs at it once, and only when you nod does he start to pull your shirt up over your head. His eyes dart all over the place, settling on the wall once your shirt is off.

“You can look, Robby.” 

You reach up, hand guiding his face by the jaw until his eyes are on your chest. He stares, almost in reverence, at the slightly uneven scars underneath your pecs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as  he reaches out to touch you with a trembling hand, tracing the edges of the scars like they’re works of art. Your breath hitches audibly, you and Robby making eye contact for a moment before his gaze turns downwards once more. You’re definitely arching into his touch now, a fact that Robby is taking advantage of as he pressed down against the faint lines.

“They did good.”

Robby’s voice is soft as he traces the curve of your right pec, his touch so intimately soft that you barely hear him mumble “Fuck it,” before he ducks his head down ro press a kiss to the lowest curve of the scar his hand is on.

A gasp leaves you as his lips make contact with your skin, your hand already in his hair, tugging him up. Your voice is raspy as you ask him, “I thought we were studying?”

Robby’s face is red- embarrassment and lust mixing in his cheeks as he looks down at you.

“Studying. Studying! Ray! Do you think I'm licking your scars for fun? What the hell do you think I'm trying to study here?”

He groans, forehead thumping against your collarbone.

“Fuck.”

“What about the nerve clusters you were talking about?”

It’s not an innocent question, and you both know it, evident in the way Robby’s body stiffens against you.

And then he’s up, hesitating only a moment before his hands are on your waistband, pulling your sweatpants down and off until they’re discarded somewhere to the side of your bed. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing visibly as his fingers hook over the waistband of your boxers.

“Can I, uh..” he pauses trying not to fumble his words, “... take these off? For.. science. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” you parrot back at him, after which he’s pulling your boxers down to your ankles.

“Mind if I check for reflexes?” 

His words cause you to roll your eyes as you grab his hands, bringing them to your pelvis. He goes momentarily still as he looks down and just… takes you in.

“You look like artwork.” he murmurs softly, hands flexing. His breath shudders as he tries to compose himself, though his words still come out shaky. “Your proportions, your build, the definition of each line…” he sighs. “You’re fascinating.”

He hooks your leg over his shoulder, trying to get a closer look. His fingers trail dangerously close to your erect nub as he looks at you like you’re his last meal.

“You’re like the human embodiment of the vitruvian man. Absolutely perfect. But.. better. Because you’re real.”

His fingers rub circles over your mound, almost like they’re carding through the hair that dusts down to your folds. You clear your throat, catching his attention. “Hey. there was something you wanted to ask me?”

Robby shakes his head, focus back on you.  “Right, ah.. The nerve clusters.”

He clears his throat, eyes drifting down to your t-dick, which is big enough erect that it’s poking out from between your lips.

“Can I try something?”

When you nod, his thumb moves down to rest on the tip of your dick. You shut your eyes for a moment, before looking down at where his thumb is now gently rubbing circles on you.

“Incredible,” he sighs out, taking in every twitch of your cock, every muscle jumping in your legs, every time your breathing speeds up. “You react just like I would.”

His thumb glides up your shaft as he hums in thought.

“It’s the hormones, I think. Testosterone. It’s reshaped you, rebuilt this. It’s also rewired you to be hyper responsive, which is probably why you’re so…” you gasp, and Robby laughs. “... Sensitive.” 

He's barely looking you in the eyes at this point, his own laser focused on your cunt and your every reaction. His mouth is half open as he brushes a thumb up against your shaft. 

“Amazing. I could probably..” he shuts his mouth, shaking his head, and you're left wondering what exactly he was going to say. A minute passes before you take a deep breath, and ask. “Could what?”

Robby's eyes finally meet yours as he clears his throat, tugging at his collar with his free hand. 

“Ah, you know.. I could probably get you, uh, close. With just my hands.”

It takes everything in you to keep your jaw from dropping, though you're eagerly nodding before you can process the comment. 

“We can try! For science, obviously.”

Robby's eyes widen minutely before he's nodding back at you. “Obviously.”

He repositions his fingers so that your t-dick is between two of them before he starts to gently rub you up and down. His other hand comes up to part your lips for easier access. He mutters to himself as you gasp, every hitch of your breath and jump of your cock documented in his brilliant mind. 

He tugs at you particularly insistently, and you moan. His head shoots up, blushing furiously as he looks down at you. 

“Fuck. You have no idea how hard it is to keep this academic,” he grumbles, voice gruff from barely contained arousal. “This is so unethical.”

You can't help but groan, grabbing him by the collar to pull him down. 

“We are, so fucking far past unethical. Put your fucking mouth on me.”

Robby blinks owlishly as the gears in his brain turn. There's a moment of still silence before he's pushing you up the bed, hooking your legs up over his shoulders. He looks up at you from between your legs, desperation marring his face.

“Tell me what you want. I'll do it. Anything.”

Desolate. If Michael- Robby- had to pick a word to describe the small Albertan town he’s stopped in on his way to Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump, it would be desolate. The whole damn province; this town, is dry, and that doesn’t exclude the shitty bar Robby’s decided to hole himself up in for the night.

He flicks the old zippo lighter open, cigarette held between two fingers up against his mouth. It’s just windy enough to affect how long it takes for the damn thing to light, but eventually the thick smoke of burning tobacco is filling his lungs. Inhale. Exhale. Smoke curls around him as he stares into the distance. He’s barely aware of the man riding up to the bar until a cloud of dust kicks up in front of him as he stops, parking his bike next to Robby’s.

You make eye contact from across the parking space.

“Nice bike,” he says, blowing smoke off to the side. “Harley?”

You grin, shaking your hair out as you pull the helmet off of your head. “2012. Road king.”

Robby hums, eyes dragging down your body and back up again. Another puff of smoke, another small beat of silence.

“You work on it?”

His words draw a scoff from you as you roll your eyes.

“Duh. any other way to do it?”

This makes Robby smile for the first time since he’s entered the damn country. His eyes are still on you as you dismount, swinging your leg over up off of the bike, kicking up dust as your boots hit the ground. You eye the bike next to you, presumably belonging to him. You’d be correct, based on the way he puffs his chest out in pride.

“I did her myself. Took ‘er apart and put ‘er back together again, but better.” He sidles up to you, gait steady and strong. He drops the cigarette, stamping it out with the heel of his boot. He blows a cloud of smoke towards you, making your nose wrinkle up. You notice his gaze drift towards your right back pocket, and you finally make eye contact with him.

There’s a beat of tense silence, neither of you daring to speak, until Robby clears his throat, nodding towards the hunter green hanky hanging from your back pocket by a carabiner.

“You’re one of those leather boys.”

It’s not as much of a question as it is a blatant statement, and you stay still, steadily meeting his gaze.

“And if I am?” you retort, which causes Robby to chuckle. His hand meets your chin as he grabs you, forcing you to meet his gaze proper.

“Are you?”

You swallow and then nod, and a satisfied hum leaves the older man. “You're still looking, then?” he gestures towards the handkerchief in your pocket as he mutters in your ear. When you nod, he gently tugs you forwards, taking you up towards the rickety stairs that lead up towards the inn portion of the bar. It’s like he’s looming over you as he makes you go up first, and then his arm is around your shoulders, leading you towards a room on the far left end of the two story building.

Robby fumbles with his keys for a moment before the door is swinging open, and he’s all but pushing you inside.

“This okay?” he pants out, and once he gets a nod of ascent from you, he’s shoving you back onto the bed, standing between your legs. His heavy hands land on your thighs, bracing his body weight overtop of you. Your breath hitches as he leans down to your level, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

His voice is soft as he speaks, gently squeezing your thighs, running his hands up and down your legs. “You got a safeword?”

“Pickles.”

He arches a brow, but says nothing.

You can already see his cock straining against his jeans, sending a rush of heat through your body as your tongue darts out to wet your lips, you’re damn near close to whining when his lips are on you, and the noise building up in your throat turns to a soft groan as you press yourself up against him. Heat pools between your legs, your already hard cock twitching beneath the layers of fabric between you and the older man. He pushes you back, back down onto the bed until you’re sprawled against the sheet. He murmurs his name against your lips, a late introduction, but before you can reply he’s biting down on your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His fingers work at your jeans, sliding your belt out of the loops before he’s tugging them down, your boxers following soon afterwards.

“Sh-shit. You gonna tease all night or are you gonna fuck me?”

Robby huffs, fishing a foil packet out of his pocket before he’s pushing his bottoms down all at once. His fingers are quick and nimble, you notice, evident by the way he slides the condom down his cock effortlessly.

“Hands and knees, boy.”

You scamper to obey him, ass arched up in the air. Robby’s hands come up, one on each cheek as he spreads you.

“Fuck, you got a pretty hole, dont’cha?” a rough laugh leaves the man as he spits down onto your rim, leaning in to lick a broad stripe up your ass.

“F-fuck!”

The curse leaves you as soon as he’s made contact, and you can feel his tongue wriggling its way past the ring of muscle until he’s tongue-fucking you. Your toes curl, blood rushing straight down to your dick as you grind back up against his mouth, simultaneously trying to rut your cock against the mattress. Your movements earn you a harsh slap on the ass, making you cry out as he pulls away.

“No moving. Let Daddy do all the work, yeah?”

Daddy.

Fuck.

All you can do is whimper out a “Yes,” before your back is arching in pleasure, his tongue lapping at you like a man starved. He’s sloppy, spit trailing down onto your balls, pooling on the mattress alongside the pre-cum weeping from your slit. You almost complain as Robby pulls away, but his tongue is replaced with one thick, long digit as he starts to stretch you open with his fingers.

“Fuck. there you go, pretty boy. Opening up for me so nicely..”

Robby murmurs, crooking his finger inside you. He’s watching your every reaction to see what you like, what you don’t- what makes your cock twitch. It's not long before two fingers are scissoring you open, almost too gently. You want to scream, but you’re pretty sure you two’d be kicked from the motel. Upon an attempt at burying your face in the pillows, Robby’s letting out a soft ‘tsk,’ pulling you back up by your hair.

“Wanna hear you. You can do that for me, right?”

You nod, but he’s shaking his head, clicking his tongue.

“You gotta use your words, baby. Words.”

“Y-yes.”

Your response causes Robby to sigh, withdrawing his fingers almost all the way out of you, only the tips remaining.

“Yes what?”

God, you’d say anything for him to put those back inside you. After a moment of deliberation, you bite out a “Yes, Daddy.” He hums softly, pushing his fingers back inside you. You almost let out a sob of relief as he pistons his digits in and out of your hole, just barely grazing your prostate with each thrust. It’s not until you’re close does he fully remove his fingers.

“Fuck, what the fuck?!”

Robby just laughs, smoothing back your hair.

“I’m not done yet. Patience.”

Robby strokes himself once, twice, before his length is rubbing between your cheeks. You have to bite back a curse as his tip catches on your rim.

He seems to like taking his time, teasing you. Robby grinds his cock against you for a moment before he’s using one hand to pull your asscheek to the side, the other steadying his length as he finally starts to push against your hole. He spits down on you again before he’s breaching you.

You hiss, the stretch of his thick cock burning as he pushes into you. Every time you tense up he’ll stop inching forwards, and you whine. His hands move up to your hips as he finally bottoms out with a low grunt.

“Fuck, sugar. Tight. Been a while?”

Your face flushes as the older man teases you, the degradation turning you on more than you’d like to admit.

“Shut up, just-”

You gasp, silenced as his hand comes down on your ass, hips giving a sharp thrust at the same time. Robby lets out an honest to god bark of laughter, squeezing your hips.

“Shush. Or I’ll pull out and put that mouth to better use.”

His words would’ve pissed you off were they not turning you on so goddamn badly.

“Please.”

You whimper, and the man finally seems to take mercy on you as he starts to gently thrust into you. They’re too shallow for you to feel much of anything except how fucking big the man is. He pulls out almost all the way, just like he had with his fingers, barely leaving his tip inside you before he’s slamming his hips forwards. A low moan leaves you, your cock jumping uselessly against the sheets. Again and again, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as Robby takes his fill. He’s hitting your prostate with scary precision, every thrust causing another spurt of pre to leak against the sheets. He reaches forwards, jamming his fingers in your mouth to muffle the sounds of your needy moans.

“Fuck, kid, the whole damn bar’ll hear you at this point.”

The very thought has you moaning louder around his fingers, and you clench around him. Robby lets out a muttered curse, slowing his pace until he’s rolling his hips, almost grinding into you.

“So needy. So fucking needy. You’re a needy boy, aint’cha?”

You nod, spit dripping down his fingers. His body is draped over yours as he fucks into you, coil tightening in your core until you’re speaking around the fingers in your mouth, trying to warn him that you’re close. He just pushes them in deeper, hand reaching down between your legs until it’s on your cock. He barely touches you before the coil snaps and you’re cumming, ropes of your spend pooling onto the sheets.

“Fuck, Fuckfuck-”

Robby groans out as you clench around him, giving two more shallow thrusts before cum fills the condom he’s wearing. Robby slumps down on top of you, forcing you down onto the mattress, against the mess the two of you had made.

You really can’t complain though.

Everything is hazy as the weight on top of you lifts, warm body leaving you momentarily. You whimper, only to be met with a soft shush as it returns a moment later, strong arms cradling you against it.

You’re out like a light.

Morning comes not long after, and you’re surprised to feel a warm body against your back. Turning around, you see that you’re still in bed with the handsome (kind of) stranger from last night.

He looks so peaceful like this, the slope of his nose accentuated by the soft dawn lighting. You’re close enough to see every fleck of grey in his beard, every freckle that dots his skin. Dark eyes meet yours when you shift just enough to wake him up.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You yawn, stretching your body out, still in his arms.

“Wow.”

Robby grins, shaking his head fondly.

“Wow is right.”

You settle, looking up at him. Your hand is tracing the folds of his skin, dipping down towards his back.

“So.. where are you headed, huh? I was honestly just here to get picked up.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“There’s a park. Head-Smashed-In Buffalo-”

“Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump?”

You’re definitely alert now.

“Hey, I have a cabin near there!”

You pause for a moment, seemingly weighing your options.

“How long are you staying?”

“Three months, or so?”

You nod, and decide to bite the bullet.

“I mean, if you needed a place to stay.. This was definitely the best sex I've had in a hot minute, and I'd love to do it again. If you’re willing.”

Before his mind can catch up with his mouth-

It’s a rare day, Jack taking a day off. The word ‘heat’ flickers through your mind before you can stop it, instincts amplified by the scent of your lover’s slick wafting through the air. The screaming in your hindbrain of ‘MATE’ grows louder as you make your way upstairs towards your bed.

However the hell you expected to find him? It wasn’t like this.

Jack, clad in pink lace, writhing around in a nest, made of your clothes, on your bed, rutting desperately into a useless little toy. Slick coats the nest, the ‘shlick-shlick-shlick’ of his cock fucking into a fleshlight mixing with his whimpers. The second Jack is alerted that you’re home, your scent and the weight of your gaze burning into him, he lets out a sob of your name, thrusting up into his toy.

“Fuck- please, fuck, alpha!”

Jack whines out, his gaze meeting yours. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, already dripping out of the confines of the fleshlight. It seems as though he’s been at this for a long while, and the thought sends a small hit of distress (and arousal) through you. A soft coo leaves you as you try to soothe your needy omega, immediately reaching up to cup his cheeks in your palms.

“Shh. Oh, honey. What happened?”

Another hiccuping sob leaves Jack as he leans into your touch, hips twitching upwards.

“W-wanted to be good. Wanted to be pretty for daddy when he got home, n’ then I forgot- I forgot, n’ it hit me, and-”

A low whine builds up in his throat as he attempts to explain, and you card your fingers through his hair, gently shushing him.

“You’re so pretty. So pretty for me, puppy.”

You catch sight of his black leather collar, just barely hanging out of the bedside table, and you huff, amusement filling you at the knowledge that your boy had been too distracted to clip it around his neck. You trail your hands down his face to his neck before pulling away, drawing a louder whine from him as you make your way over.

Collar in hand, you gently push Jack backwards until he’s resting on his arms, looking up at you. His scent spikes, pupils dilating as you take control.

“Can I put this on?”

Enthusiastic nods answer your question, and you slip the collar around his neck, fastening it until it’s snug against his throat. You watch as Jack swallows, Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he waits for your next command.

Your hands, as they often do, find purchase in his curls. You tug at his hair, bringing him forwards. You release him, and a click of your tongue has him on his hands and knees, ass in the air facing you. A smile makes its way onto your face as you run a finger down his spine, feeling the texture of the lace that partially covers his body. Your finger hooks in the elastic strap of the bra that stretches across his pecs, pulling it back before letting it snap against his back, drawing a soft whimper from Jack.

“You gonna be good?”

You ask, murmuring softly as your hands reach up to massage his thighs. Jack doesn't respond until you ‘tsk’ softly, after which a soft “fuck,” leaves him. You ‘tsk’ again, palm coming down against his ass. Jack jolts in place, holding in his protests.

“Yes or no, puppy. It’s a simple question.”

Jack nods in response, and you bring your hand back up. Before you can bring it down against him again, he blurts out a desperate “Yes!”

“Fuck, I’ll be good, m’ good!”

You laugh, gently bringing your palm down, both hands now gripping his asscheeks. You squeeze, rubbing him in circles.

“I know. Puppy’s always so good, huh?”

Jack whines in assent, and you click your tongue as you spread him, placing a kiss on his tailbone before you pull his panties, which are soaked with his slick, down just enough to display his rear. And then your tongue makes contact with the rim of his hole. He jumps, but your hands are pressing him down so he can’t get far.

You lick a broad strip up from his perineum to his hole, savouring his excited shudders and whimpers. Your tongue licks circles against the tight ring of muscle before you’re pressing it inside him. Jack gasps, and you give his ass a warning squeeze before you start to fuck him with your tongue. It’s an easy penetration, his muscles already loose and lubricated from the slick that’s gathering in his crack. Jack is vocal, to the point that you’re sure that despite the soundproofing, your neighbours ten units down could hear him. His curses are only barely muffled by the pillows that his face is pressed into.

“Daddy,”

He whines, thighs twitching as he tries to rub his still fabric covered cock against the mattress.

“Hurts!”

You pull away, which draws a groan from his throat, which turns into a yelp as you grab him, flipping him onto his back. You bring the heel of his palm down to grind against his cock, which leaks like a faucet into his panties. No longer restrained by you, Jack thrusts up against your hand, movements hurried and desperate, trying to chase his release. His moans grow louder as he grows close, but as his cock twitches, you pull away. A sob tears through him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he writhes under your gaze.

“S’ not fair, I need it!”

You grab the O-ring attached to his collar, cutting him off as you yank him forwards until he’s sitting up, and he lets out a small choked noise. You smile down at him, cupping his chin in your hand.

“I want you to beg for me, puppy.”

Jack opens his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words. Before he can blink, you squeeze his jaw, and you spit in his mouth.

“Not good enough. Faster.”

You watch Jack swallow, hearing the small whine he lets out.

“Try again.”

This time, Jack’s mind is clear.

“Please- please, f-fuck, I need you to fuck me, I need you, daddy, I need it!”

You swipe at the tears running down his cheek with your thumb, before pressing the salty digit into his mouth. You let him suck for a moment as you press him down against the bed, hand on his chest, before you reach down to tear his panties away from him. You pull your pants down, boxers just low enough to free your aching cock. You swipe your hand up his crack, coating it in his slick, before lubing yourself up with it. Jack moans around your thumb at the sight, and you smile as you press your tip against his hole.

Jack opens up easily enough, and it only takes a few gentle thrusts until you’re buried inside him.

“I’m going to fuck you now, puppy. Is that okay?”

You remove your thumb from his mouth, and he moans in response.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Ye-es!” he wails out, and you snap your hips forwards. Jack’s moans are drawn out as you fuck into his needy hole, practically sucking you back in every time you pull backwards. Your hands find purchase around his neck, squeezing him as you snap your hips forwards.

“No more words, pup. Just feel, yeah?”

Jack can only nod enthusiastically as you press your thumbs into his throat. Not tight enough to fully cut off his airway, but just enough so that the noises that do leave him are wheezes. The sound of skin against skin blends with your combined moans and breaths, a harmony of your passion. Jack’s throat vibrates as he tries to talk, and you pull your hands away, only to pull at his collar, forcing his head upwards.

“Puppy wanna speak? Huh? You got something to say?”

Jack chokes out a moan as he curses, trying to swallow down air.

“Close, f-fuck. I’m-”

You tighten your hold on the collar, cutting him off, one hand pulling his good leg up and over your shoulder to get a better angle inside him. The next time you snap your hips forwards, the moan that leaves Jack is near sinful.

“That’s better, isn’t it?”

You say, voice deceptively soft as your cock hits his prostate with every thrust. Jack’s cock is leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, a small pool of the liquid gathering on and seeping through the lace stretching across him. You finally let go of his collar, tugging softly on the O-ring as it makes its way down his torso. You squeeze his pec, and then your fingers wrap around his dick.

Jack yelps, trying to thrust into your fist, (unsuccessful, due to you holding his leg over your shoulder.)

“Ple-ase, i’m so c-close, I’m so-”

You twist your hand up around his tip, and he’s cumming. The feel of him clenching around you is enough to snap the coil of pleasure that was gathering in your gut, and you snarl as you bury yourself inside his ass, filling him. You fuck into him a few more times, trying to get your cum as deep inside him as possible before collapsing down on top of him. Jack groans, your weight on his cock a delicious kind of torture. You look up at him, chin on his chest, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Robby’s tongue on you feels electric. Inexperienced as he is, the man makes up for it with pure eagerness. You gasp, almost arching off of the bed as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. 

“F-fuck, Mike-”

Your words turn to a moan as he laps up from your cunt to your dick, tongue circling around the sensitive head. His beard almost burns where it rubs against your skin, only serving to heighten the sensations running through you. Though he flinches, Robby says nothing when you tug at his hair, grinding yourself up against his face as he works you.

“Can I, uh.. Let me-”

He pants out, two fingers circling your cunt’s entrance. You nod, but he just lets out a soft huff.

“Words.”

Another little laugh as you glare down at him, though you’re quickly distracted by a quick kiss to your bottom growth. 

“Fuck, ye-es!”

Your words almost come out as a quiet snarl, which, if Robby’s being honest, sends a rush of blood down to his dick. His fingers enter you with little problem, part in thanks to how slick you are.

“You’ll have to guide me, baby. Don’t do this often.”

He murmurs softly, which causes you to laugh.

“Aw. So I'm s-special?”

He rolls his eyes, curling his fingers inside you. Your breath hitches, a loud moan slipping past your lips in response to the stimulation. Robby freezes, hungrily looking down at you before he curses under his breath. His mouth is back on you, doubling his efforts as he thrusts his fingers inside you. He’s a vocal eater, mumbling and whining softly as he ruts his hips down against the mattress.

“G’na make you do that again. Fuck, you sound so pretty. Pretty boy, you’re such a pretty boy.”

He mumbles, the tips of his fingers petting the inner walls of your cunt. As you tug his hair, he moans, hips bucking. If you had looked down, you would have seen the bead of wetness at the front of his sweatpants, his cock leaking through the layers of fabric separating him from you.

His fingers and mouth work in tandem to bring you to the edge, but as you grow close, you start trying to push him away.

“Rob- Robby, Mike, hol’ on. Hold on!”

Robby looks almost dejected as he looks up at you, his fingers withdrawing, covered in your slick.

“Hey. no, c’mere.”

Your hands come down to frame his face as you pull him in for a kiss, which perks him up quickly. You playfully nip at his bottom lip, forehead resting against his for a moment.

“Why’d you stop me?”

The whine in his voice would’ve been funny, were it not so endearing.

“Want you to fuck me before i cum.”

Robby sits back on his heels for a moment, his body flushing a tomato red as he takes in your words.

“... Seriously?”

“It’s a yes or no-”

His lips are back on yours before you can finish your sentence. His hips shimmy as he pulls his sweatpants low, just barely pulling himself out of his boxers before he’s frantically digging through a drawer.

He pulls out a condom, holding the foil packet up victoriously before he’s tearing it open with his teeth (whoa.) and rolling it down his shaft.

The sheer size of him is nothing if not intimidating. He’s thick as he is long, circumcised with soft curls nestled against his base as they make their way up a hairy midsection and soft belly. The sight of it twitching against his body is enough to make saliva pool up in your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Robby almost looks bashful, the modest bastard.

“I, ah-”

You shake your head, cutting him off.

“God. I need you, Mike.”

He’s pulling a leg up his shoulder in one move, one hand guiding himself against your entrance. The heat of him presses against you as he gently pushes into you, a grunt of exertion leaving him with every small thrust. The stretch of him is delicious, opening you up around his cock until he bottoms out. Robby pants, forehead pressed against your collarbone as he tries to catch his breath. You’ve never felt this full in your life.

“Fuck, can see you in my stomach.”

Robby laughs, shaking his head.

“Nah. those are your organs being pushed up by the, uh..”

He falters as he sees the look on your face. 

Right. Less teaching, more fucking.

He lets out a nervous little chuckle as he pulls back, gently thrusting into you. His first few thrusts are shallow, but as you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together, he starts to lose himself in you, each thrust seeming to hit deeper and deeper inside you. Your body pulses, back arching off of the bed as his cock nudges your g-spot.

“Fuck- fuckfuckfuck right there, yes!”

Robby gasps at the way you clench around him, your slick walls dragging against his cock in a delicious friction. Letting go of your hand, your other leg is pulled over his shoulder, his hands gripping your waist as he all but pulls you down to meet each of his thrusts. Words of praise spill past his lips as he grunts, beads of sweat running down his face.

“Good- good boy, good, ah, fuck!”

Robby groans, almost throwing his head back as you clench around him.

“Keep doing that, n’ i won’t last.”

His voice is strained as he tries to keep his composure long enough to look down and meet your gaze. The feeling in his gut coils tighter until his cock kicks inside you, and then he’s spilling into the condom, whining (yes, whining!) as he gives a few more thrusts, pulling himself through it.

Before you can say a word, he’s pulling out, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and then- oh!

His lips seal over your cock as he plunges his fingers inside you, bobbing his head as he swirls his tongue around your head. You’re barely able to speak, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity he’s lavishing upon you, until you’re cumming too, slick leaking out of your hole as you flutter around his fingers.

Your arm is thrown over your eyes as you pant, a shudder wracking through your whole body as he pets you through your orgasm.

As you look down at him, he’s pulling off of you, licking his fingers clean.

The sight would be enough to get you hard again, if you had had any energy left.

“Fuck.”

Robby laughs as he crawls up the bed, his lips pressing to yours.

The wind whips through Robby's hair as he rides behind you. The roads are mostly empty, it being far too early for anyone but wanderers like him to be up, the gentle light of dawn shining down on the two of you.

Normally, Robby wouldn't have ever entertained going home to live with a stranger for three or so odd months. But… the sex was good, and free room and board was better. So here he is, staring at your ass as you balance yourself on your Harley, watching every shift of your body intently.

Fuck, if there were a time to feel like an old pervert, now would be it. But for once, Robby doesn't feel that cold dread start to settle in. There's a soft feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's fuzzy, not the usual heaviness that settles in when he's alone with his thoughts. The two of you veer onto a dirt path, the canopy of trees above you swaying as you race through the trail. you come to a stop in front of a mid-sized cabin, rustic with modernized embellishments. You pull off your helmet, running a quick hand through your hair as you key off your bike.

"This is it."

Robby slides his bike next to yours, looking up at the cabin, and then over at you.

"Interesting choice of.."

He gestures vaguely at the whole thing.

You laugh as you walk up to him.

"Built it myself. kind of." You pause, letting out a soft huff. "I'm not a serial killer, if that helps."

Robby snorts, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around your waist,

"Darling, you'd be the cutest man who's ever tried to kill me."

You raise a brow, deciding not to question that. Robby notices, of course, and shrugs.

"It's a longer list than you'd think." He murmurs as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours. A grin breaks out across your face as you press your lips to his. Robby immediately pushes his tongue against yours, pulling soft sounds from you as one hand reaches down to squeeze your ass. A low whimper rips from your throat as Robby shushes you.

"Hey, hey. Daddy's gotcha. I gotcha."

His words are soothing as you relax into him immediately, going pliant in his hold. Both of Robby's hands are on your ass now, gently massaging the plump flesh there. Your hips twitch forwards, and Robby laughs.

"Someone's an eager puppy, huh?"

Your mind grows fuzzy as he continues to soothe you, gently guiding you to grind against his thigh. Your cock starts to harden as you start to hump him, desperately grinding against him through the stiffness of your jeans. The friction is delicious, but it's not nearly enough. You paw at Robby's chest as he flexes his thigh between your legs.

"Good boy, atta' boy. There you go, S' not enough, is it? You need me to take care of you?"

An immediate groan of relief leaves you as you nod enthusiastically, your head resting on his chest. Robby tuts softly, gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he pulls you to look up at him.

"Words, baby. I need your words. Can you do that for me?"

You nod again, and as Robby tuts, you swallow back a noise of frustration.

"Yes. Yesyesyes need it, I need it-" You gasp out, already tugging at his shirt. Robby shakes his head, taking your hands in his.

"ah-ah. you don't touch unless I say you can. That's a naughty boy, huh?"

When you start to shake your head, he laughs.

"Oh, yes you are. Gotta do something about that."

One hand keeps you close to his chest while the other unclips your bandana from your back pocket. He tugs your hands behind your back, chin resting on your shoulder as he ties them together. Robby gives the knot a firm tug, making good and well sure that you wouldn't be able to wriggle out of your restraints. Robby spins you around, and fuck, how you love when he manhandles you. You're pushed forwards until you're bent over the seat of his bike. Robby isn't gentle when he pulls your belt from its loops. He holds it in his hands for a moment, silent.

"Fuck, that's it?" You snap at the sudden lull in activity, and Robby chuckles darkly.

"Oughta do something with that mouth of yours, boy." He murmurs, curling the belt around his fist before unraveling it, pulling it into your mouth from behind, gagging you as he ties the cheap leather around the back of your head. He lets out a satisfied little grunt before he pushes your head down.

"That'll teach you. Always speaking out of turn." Robby admonishes you softly as he settles behind you, his crotch pressed flush against your ass. His hand reaches to your front, releasing the button of your jeans, followed by the zipper. He's slow, infuriatingly so, as he tugs your jeans down to your ankles. Your boxers go next, and then his hands come up, grabbing your asscheeks. He squeezes them, massaging them in circles as his thumbs dip down between your crack, spreading you open. His right thumb rubs over your hole, and he taps his foot as he hums under his breath.

You hear the clinking of his belt, and then his cock settling between your cheeks. Robby gives a gentle thrust forwards, his length sliding through your asscrack. You groan, muffled by the belt in your mouth as he refuses to push inside you, instead dragging his cock between the flesh of your cheeks. You try and arch backwards, but are immediately stopped by the weight of his hand on your lower back.

"Nuh uh. you'll take what I give, and not a bit more." Robby's tone is stern, and you can only grumble in response as your painfully hard cock bumps into the frame of the bike every once in a while. You're so hard it feels like all the blood in your body has rushed down into your dick. You're dizzy from the sensation of Robby being so close, (not close enough by far,) low pitched moans spilling past the belt in your mouth with every one of Robby's thrusts that aren't inside you.

"Fuck, atta' boy. Every part of you made to make me feel good, huh? That right?"

You nod desperately, a low whine of "Ye-es!" muffled by your belt. Robby gives you no relief as he fucks between your asscheeks, the tip of his cock catching against your rim but never pushing inside. You can hear his rhythmic grunts from behind, feel his breath on your upper back as his body covers yours.

"Daddy's close. gonna give you a little treat, baby. Okay?"

Your enthusiastic response is muffled, but Robby gets the point anyways. This time when his cock catches on your hole, he presses inside. The stretch slightly burns due to the lack of lube or prep, but it feels like the closest thing to heaven you're going to get on earth.

Robby fucks into you, and your enthusiasm turns into a groan of frustration as he refuses to bury himself further inside you, cock nowhere as deep as you want it to be. You almost scream when you feel him cum inside you and pull out, leaving you high and dry. By now, there's a pool of precum on the seat of Robby's bike from your slit, your poor, neglected dick weeping for attention. You strain against your restraints as Robby pulls away, face flushing when you hear the shutter of a camera go off. You perk up as he comes close again, but growl once you feel him pull your boxers back up your hips, followed by your jeans. The handkerchief is untied first, and immediately your hands come up to pull the belt out of your mouth and off of your head.

"What the fuck?!"

Robby pushes you down as soon as you try to stand and turn around, his hand around the back of your neck, almost like he's scruffing you.

"You gotta clean up my bike."

He gestures to the mess you'd made on his bike, and your face flushes.

"I'll grab some paper towel from insi-"

Robby shakes his head, pushing you further down until you're eye level with the seat.

"Said i was gonna find a use for that mouth of yours, didn't i?"

You growl in response, trying to stand to no avail. (It's not like you're really trying, anyways.) Finally, you resign to your fate, pretending to be all that bothered by the salty taste of your pre mixed with the leather of the seat. It's no secret that this is sending signals down to your dick, your hips moving against the frame of his bike as you lick up the mess on the seat. Robby just shakes his head, pulling you back by the collar of your jacket before you can get close, drawing a whine from you.

"Later, honey. later. I promise."

"Fucking asshole."

You grumble, and Robby laughs.

"Watch it." He warns playfully, before nudging you towards the cabin. "Show me around, won't ya?"

You huff, but nod, stretching up as he finally lets go of your neck. your back cracks as you twist yourself to the side, grabbing the keys from your back pocket as the two of you step up onto the porch. It's hard to walk, thanks to the weight between your legs and the mess inside you, but you manage.

Holding the front door open for him, you gesture dramatically around the interior of the cabin.

"Ta-da. Ma maison est ta maison, or whatever."

The interior of the cabin looks a lot cleaner than the outside. it's still cozy, like a family house got shrunk down to house one man and—

A… Chicken?

Robby stares down at the bird that's perched on the kitchen counter. When you notice where his eyes are, you laugh softly, stepping inside as you push the door shut behind the two of you.

"Robby. meet Cluckles. Cluck, meet Robby."

Robby just blinks.

"… Cluckles?"

Your face flushes as you wave him off.

"It's a good name. he's one of my chickens."

"One of?"

You nod, gathering the chicken— Cluckles; into your arms. The bird lets out a soft noise before settling in your arms.

"He's the only one of my animals allowed indoors. he's got a bum leg, poor thing wouldn't make it out there."

Robby hums in response.

"Wait, animals, plural?"

You brighten up almost immediately, grinning as you grab his hand, Cluckles settled under your other arm.

"Yeah! I've got chickens, goats, rabbits— even a peacock, but he's pretty solitary." You ramble as you drag Robby to the back entrance. stepping outside reveals four animal pens, sturdily built with strong latched doors.

"It's a bit of a personal project of mine." You admit sheepishly as Robby nods along.

"I can see that."

He pauses, looking down at you. a soft smile makes its way onto his face.

"Maybe you can introduce me later?"

Your smile turns from awkward and strained to genuine, relief coursing through your body.

"Yeah! Yeah, absolutely. they'll love you, just a bunch'a sweethearts they are." You say as you lead him back inside.. You show him the great room first, setting Cluckles down on the couch as you gesture around.

It's not long until you're upstairs, and you lead Robby through the few rooms there.

"They're all basically guest rooms, so you'll have your pick. Bathrooms over there, and this," you say, stopping in front of the master bedroom, "Is mine."

You swing open the door to reveal a large bedroom, filled to the brim with personality. There are a few figures on the shelves, art hung up on the walls by sticky tak. A rifle is hung on the far end of the room under your desk opposite from your bed, which is settled nicely into the corner underneath a large window, which has various plants, both decorative and herbal, on the sill outside. The bathroom door is shut, and next to it, propped open by used laundry is your closet. You rattle off about the different doors, showing him where everything is.

Robby nods along, looking around the place.

"Think I'll stay here, if you don't mind. looks like there's plenty of space."

He shoots you a mischievous little grin, and you can feel a soft blush crawling up your face.

"Right. yeah, no, that's.. fine."

Robby steps towards you, and then again, until the backs of your knees are hitting your mattress. You swallow as he leans down, suckling a mark into the side of your neck.

"What are you-"

"I said later, didn't I?"

You bare your neck to him, letting out soft sighs as he kisses down the column of your throat. Robby's finger hooks in your waistband, and you lift your hips obediently. Once you're bare from the waist down, he's gently maneuvering you onto your hands and knees.

"Just relax. Relax, honey." His voice is soft as he nips at your hip, his lips making their way down your spine until he's spreading you, tongue prodding at your hole. A soft hiss leaves you as your leg twitches, and Robby lets out a little huff of laughter.

"Patience. You've waited this long."

You squeeze your eyes shut as his hand wraps around your cock, stroking you as he presses his tongue into your hole. He retreats, giving you a few licks up from your perineum to your ass before he's thrusting back into your hole, hand moving in time with his tongue. The taste of himself from before coats his tongue, and Robby moans, lips closing around your rim as he sucks gently. Your cock weeps in his grip, your fluids making the glide of his hand feel effortless. He focuses his fingers on your tip, and you can't help but twitch your hips forwards. Robby tuts softly, giving your cock a warning squeeze as his free hand goes up to your hips, holding you in place as best as he can. The sensation of his hand and his tongue simultaneously has the coil in your stomach building faster and faster.

"F-fuck. Rob-"

He squeezes you again, and you moan.

"Daddy, fu-uck! Please, m' so close, m' gonna cum, oh fuck!"

Your words trail off into a low moan as the coil in your stomach tightens until it snaps, and you're spilling onto the mattress. Robby's hand doesn't slow until he's sure he's driven you into overstimulation, evident by the tears running down your cheeks and the way your cock twitches uselessly.

You hiccup softly, and then Robby's gathering you into his arms, shushing you gently.

"Hey. hey, baby, you did so well. So good for me. Oh, I know, feels a lot, huh?"

You can only sniffle in response, and Robby laughs softly.

"C'mon. let's get you cleaned up."

Robby scoops you up into his arms, your head resting against his chest. If you're being honest, you've never been this blissed out in your life. You grumble softly as he sets you on the bathroom counter, hearing him start the shower. A few minutes pass, and then he's tugging your shirt off.

"You need help in there?"

You manage a lazy nod, and Robby starts to strip. You watch him shamelessly, properly taking in the hair that runs from his chest down to his pubic mound for the first time. He hauls you up and into the shower, holding you against his chest for stability.

"Moses, that took a lot out of you, huh?"

You nod against his chest as he runs a hand through your hair.

"Can you stand for just a sec?"

You manage to steady yourself as he reaches for the bar of soap in the corner.

Robby pulls you back against himself, gently scrubbing down your body, getting all of the dirt and grime and fluids off of you.

"Mm.. feels nice."

You mumble, and he smiles.

After Robby manages to towel the both of you off, you stumble towards your closet, pulling out two pairs of pajamas, tossing one at Robby.

"You keep clothes for all your hookups?"

You roll your eyes as you pull your clothes on.

"Shut up, would you?"

"Touchy."

Robby looks good in your clothes. They're a little small for his frame, but they fit. Just barely. You'd have to get the clothes thing sorted out. Ah, well. He probably left his luggage on his bike.

Noticing the darkness outside, you perk up.

"Hey. follow me."

Robby shrugs, trailing after you as you make your way down the stairs. You flick on the porch light and step outside, flopping onto the old leather couch underneath one of the windows. You pat the spot next to you, waiting for Robby to settle in at your side.

"The stars are nice, when you can see them. no light pollution in the woods, so…"

Robby looks up.

"Huh."