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"Sorry," he breathes raggedly. "Sorry, I just—I've never been touched there before. I never—I was never allowed to touch myself there."

"What do you mean, you weren't allowed?"

Dennis can't meet Robby's eye. He wrings his hands in front of his lap, and—for the first time—Robby notices the thin, wavering, white lines that encircle his wrists. Suddenly, Dennis jolts again, and he hides his hands behind his back guiltily.

Dennis notices first, since he is often wedged in between Jack and Robby and wakes up after a few minutes when the warmth starts to leave Jack's side. He trails around the house looking for wherever Jack has gone since Jack tends to go a few different places depending on the dream. When Dennis does find Jack he goes and sits on his lap with his face in his chest playing with his fingers trying to keep him in the moment (kinda like a service dog). Eventually Jack falls asleep in the chair, snoring against Dennis's head because the old man is exhausted.

Dennis just sighs happily picking Jack up (because he can, he likes picking Jack up in the rare opportunities he is allowed too) and taking him to bed and tucking him in. After trailing back to grab Jacks crutches to place them in their normal spot near the bed, he manages to get behind Jack to spoon him because Robby locks onto the nearest living thing with body heat and latches on like an octopus.

robby helps jack into his prosthetic in the morning before the two share a little peck. they lean over to dennis at the same time and have to rock paper scissors to decide who gets to make out with him first.

the three of them are at the bathroom sink in the morning and the two of them spit at the same time, then hand off the same hair pomade and do the same number of passes through their hands.

jack skillfully cooks the eggs while robby tries not to burn the toast and they move around each other artfully, with precision. dennis just sits at the barstool and watches wistfully.

they pack dennis’ lunch with the same silent knowledge of each other; jack will grab the fun snack and robby will grab the veggie. The two draw matching smiley faces on a post it and stick it in top of the zip lock bag covering the sandwich robby cut into halves.

and the sex, god the sex. they don’t even need to speak to know when one should pull out and the other should start fucking dennis.

the two work as one to pleasure dennis, no need to stop and fix anything, one of them always tending to the others needs.

dennis has the best orgasms of his life with the pair after one long consent conversation and the power of their shared brains.

After a while they realize that they can in fact cuddle without Dennis there. The first time, it helps, they get a little bit of sleep. But any time after that it’s futile.

When Dennis finds out that Jack and Robby can’t sleep without him there he finally comes clean and tells them that when he stays the night at Trinity’s he can’t sleep either, having grown so used to being surrounded by his boyfriends.

when she finds out hes talking about robby and abbot, she breaks into laughter so hard that she starts crying. whitaker is so stunned, he stops crashing out.

robby in particular being a huge proponent of it, loves having hybrids in the workplace, but people start to notice that his praise for dennis, even after the most difficult procedures, is subdued. downplaying it, sometimes, to the point where people (Trinity, Mel, Javadi) wonder if they need to talk to him about it

What they don't know is that praise, from robby especially, makes dennis go crazy in ways that would be incredibly disruptive in the ED. so instead, he waits until they make it home, scrubs off and in comfy clothes again, to turn to dennis.

Dennis, by now, knows what's coming and is panting in anticipation, his soft ears perked and waiting for whatever robby's going to say

robby cups the side of dennis' face with one of his huge hands, scratching at the space behind dennis' ear. dennis leans into it, tail wagging hard enough to hit the backs of his thighs

"you were a good boy today, den," robby murmurs, "did such a good job, didn't you?"

and dennis' puppy brain goes ballistic

With a whine he launches himself at robby, tackling him to the floor with a wagging tail and excited whine, shoving his nose everywhere he can reach and licking and nipping at exposed skin

robby, for his part, laughs a deep, belly laugh and continues to tell him how good a boy he is, how cute he is and how lucky the pitt is to have him around, voice rising higher with each moment. it only riles dennis up more, until hes grabbing at robby's tshirt with his teeth, tugging and shaking his head w it in his mouth

He refuses to even kiss him, not because he wants to punish Dennis, but because he’s teaching him patience. And it’s only when he finally gets tired of the rhythmic clenching of Dennis’s cunt (and all the headache inducing emails— a majority of them from Gloria) does he shut the laptop, lean back slightly in his chair, plant his feet, and buck up into the younger man who lets out the most pathetic choked noise, followed by a keening sound that will surely get a complaint from the neighbors.

The sex is rough, Robby lifting him slowly with surprising strength, then slamming him down til the head of his cock bullies Dennis’s cervix, forcing breathy ‘Oh god!’s and ‘please!please!please!’ out of him while tears stream down his cheeks and his pussy makes the most embarrassing squelching sounds known to man.

The familiar heat licks all throughout his body and when the buildup crests into a mind-numbing orgasm, his legs all but give out entirely as Robby continues his assault, fucking him rough and rubbing Dennis’s t-dick in tight, sloppy circles, with every intention of wringing out another one. ‘Come on, sweetheart. Be a good boy for me.’ ‘I know, I know. My best boy. Doing so well for me. Fuck!’

And when Robby cums in his boy, Dennis’s sobs turn violent from overstimulation and his release mixes with Robby’s, dripping from where they’re connected.

this is so stupid um