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"Is that good?" Robby asks. He wiggles his two fingers around, and Jack's jaw clenches. "How does that feel?"

It kinda feels like he's taking a shit in Robby's hand, but that's not a very sexy thought, so he keeps it to himself. "Uh... I don't know."

Robby's fingers slip out of him. God, that did not feel sexy at all. Jack's face scrunches foolishly, and he's infinitely grateful that Robby can't see him from this angle.

"Lay on your back."

Fuck. Jack straightens out his face and looks behind him. "You said it was easier like this."

"Yeah, but I feel like I'll have a better time adjusting if I can see your face." Robby kisses the base of his spine. "I promise I won't let it hurt."

Jack sighs and turns over. His dick slaps against his stomach, and humiliatingly, has started to soften. There's more blood in his face than his cock right now. "Sorry," he mumbles.

Robby shakes his head and places a familiar around Jack's length, pumping with a practiced rhythm. He always makes everything look so simple; Jack would be jealous if he weren't so enamored.

"I think it's mostly my fault," Robby says. "I don't know what I'm doing. Never really been on this end of things."

A thin grin slides onto Jack's face. "Me neither." Robby knows that, but Jack likes when they learn things together.

The kiss Robby gives him in return starts out sweet but quickly turns to sloppy desperation. Not that it makes a difference to Jack; Robby's kiss is mind-melting no matter what.

Robby pulls away and mumbles against Jack's lips, "One more try, okay?"

Jack nods and makes himself comfortable. As much as he can anyway, his jaw clenches again as soon as his back is flat on the mattress, and he grips the pillow under his head like a lifeline.

"You have to relax."

"I am," Jack's voice strains. Robby looks at him, unimpressed. "Okay, fine. Give me a second."

He takes a few deep breaths, but they don't help much. Robby nipping at the inside of his thighs, however, is very effective. It doesn't take long before Jack is moaning and wiggling under the touch, and while he's distracted, Robby slips two wet fingers back inside.

"Shit," Jack gasps. It isn't any different from this position, but Robby working teasing licks up his dick helps.

Robby takes the tip in his mouth just as he curls his fingers causing Jack's grip on the pillow to tighten. "Oh, fuck."

Robby releases him with a smile. "That better?"

"Yeah," Jack says. Robby does it again, and Jack's shoulders roll instinctively. The full sensation is odd, but less miserable like this. "Way better."

Despite his answer, Robby frowns. "I don't think I've found it."

"Found what?"

"Your prostate."

"My what?"

"Do you not know what it is?"

"No, I do," Jack fidgets. Although he's only heard "prostate" in reference to an unfortunate unit in his Anatomy course and as something men in their 50s have to get checked for cancer. "But I don't see what that has to do with this."

A cute pout forms on Robby's face. "You hit mine all the time."

A shallow laugh ripples through Jack's chest. "My dick is bigger than yours."

Robby sticks his tongue out. It makes Jack laugh again. "You're no monster," he says. "And if you actually paid attention in class, you'd know it's not that deep inside."

"Well, it feels like you're scratching my fucking stomach," Jack groans.

A cute giggle erupts from Robby. "That's just because you're not used to it. Oh, wait." He flips his hand over, and for the first time, Jack does arch. "I didn't adjust my angle."

"Okay, well, I think I only have a couple more minutes of this left in me— Fuck!" A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots through him.

Robby perks up and presses the spot again. The pleasure is back, but more. There's a tingling running through Jack's veins; his dick throbs and spurts needy strings of pre cum onto his stomach. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus."

"That's it," Robby says proudly. "I fucking got it."

Jack's can barely hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. "I— Oh, fuck—"

"Don't fight it," Robby advises. "Just let me and your body do the work."

Jack nods for far too long. The room is swimming around him; all he knows is Robby and the electricity buzzing under his skin. Every press of Robby's fingers takes Jack farther into mindlessness. His hips jolt and purr like he's orgasming, but it's only building. He's never felt anything like this before.

A gentle kiss to the inside of his knee is all it takes for Jack to crash over the edge. He sprays so far it hits his chin, and he shudders like an earthquake for what feels like an eternity.

Robby works him through it, slowly lessening the pressure before pulling out entirely. He crawls up, pressing kisses across Jack's sternum on the way, and licks the release off his face. "Told you it was good."

Jack's nodding again. His mind is still missing for the most part, but he has enough sense to usher Robby farther upward.

"I'm fine," Robby insists. "Don't worry about me."

Trouble is, worrying about Robby has become one of Jack's favorite things. He tugs at his hips until Robby is kneeling over his head, heavy leaking cock perfectly in place for Jack to take in his mouth.

He still hasn't been able to master taking Robby's entire length, but he's getting better every day. Robby hums content above him, and that's good enough for Jack.

Swallowing what Robby gives him is still a struggle, but one Jack is happy to take on. He takes what he can and licks the edges of his mouth to make sure none of it goes to waste.

"You're getting good at that," Robby sighs. He makes himself comfortable at Jack's side, throwing his arm and leg over him completely and tucking his nose into the crook of Jack's neck.

Jack pulls him closer, pressing a gentle kiss in Robby's soft hair. "I try."

"You succeed," he sighs. "How did that feel?"

Vulnerable, terrifying, wonderful. Just like Robby.

Jack kisses him deep and slow as a thank you. "Good, we can do it again sometime, but I think I prefer taking care of you."

"Oh," Robby laughs. "I wasn't offering to give anything up."