lord hans capon

‘hey man, good shift? puppy saved the day again?’

‘brother, i’m starting to think you need to bring some spare clothes to the pitt, just for the puppy. does he really spill things on himself that often?’

as much as robby doesn’t hates it, he knows it’s pointless to tell jack to stop. if anything, telling the other man to quit it would give him an incentive to become even worse.

so robby just takes it, until one day it just slips. in front of the kid.

jack finally gets to see the dennis whitaker in action, and holy fuck if he’s not impressed. it’s been a pretty rough shift so far, and whitaker has been handling it way better than he would have at his age. now, he’s in the break room, resting his leg and talking with the kid when robby enters.

‘you were right, brother,’ he says in lieu of a greeting. ‘kid is good’. robby can see the kid’s ears going a little pink, but doesn’t call him out.

‘yeah ?’, he asks sitting on the empty sit next to whitaker. the kid sandwiched between them now, with jack to his left, and robby to his right.

‘yeah. might trynna convince him to permanently switch to nights’ jack’s laughing, but robby knows better. because whitaker is that good, and he’s not about to let jack steal his favourite MS4, no way. he needs dennis with him - for very professional reasons, of course.

‘you trynna steal the puppy from me, jack ?’

any other day, it would’ve gotten a hearty laugh from jack as he mocks robby for the slip up. but not today.

because today, dennis is here, between the two attendings. and if the kid was a little pink before, he’s as red as a tomato now. robby resolutely does not picture how far down the blush must go under the scrubs.

he’s about to apologise to whitaker for making him uncomfortable, but well, the way the kid’s firmly looking at the ground and pressing his legs together right now ? yeah, robby can tell it’s the good kind of uncomfortable.

something hot stirs in robby’s stomach, and he finally stops trying to reign these feelings in after all these months, finally indulges himself fully.

he and jack share a look. the other man’s pupils are so dilated, robby has never seen his best friend’s pretty blue eyes look so dark.

when jack’s tongue comes out to wet his lips, robby’s eyes track the movement. jack looks up and down dennis whitaker’s body, taking in the flustered, the nervous swallowing, and god, is the kid shaking ? after a bit, he finally speaks.

“Fuck, Daddy, y’re so good, taste so good.” Dennis babbles, face buried in Robby’s cunt. He’s near tears, all his dreams in life coming true at once.

Robby hasn’t experienced this type of pleasure in years. Dennis’s mouth forms a beautiful suction around his tdick, hot and wet and utterly addicting. He buries his hands in Dennis’s curls, keeping him right where he wants him.

“Good boy, good fucking boy. You’re such an eager puppy, huh?” Dennis moans and bucks his hips into the mattress, and if he had a tail it would be wagging nonstop. Robby just chuckles at him. “My puppy.”

Dennis doesn’t stop eating him out, he couldn’t if he tried. He loves making Robby feel good, more than he likes feeling good himself. He could stare at Robby forever and never once get tired. The amount of times he’d jerked off to pictures of his Daddy was innumerable, Dennis couldn’t picture a hotter man. A good amount of meat on his bones, a big, soft, hairy belly. Pecs that were large and soft even after surgery. A thick beard and wrinkles that showed a full life.

“You’e humping the bed like a dog, huh?” Robby said gruffly. Dennis whined.

“‘M Daddy’s puppy. Daddy’s so hot, I want, I want it.” Dennis’s head feels fuzzy and full of cotton, his only goal in life being to find out how to live off of Robby’s cunt alone.