its the middle of the night, probably closer to 2 in the morning.

dennis grunts in question, half asleep, and the answer that follows is something hard and thick grinding between his clothed ass cheeks.

this is something that happens... a lot. after dating for a little over 2 and a half years, being woken up by a hot and turned on michael robinavitch is no surprise.

sometimes the hot and turned on michael wakes him up with the early morning sunrise. sometimes - when they're both blessed with a day off together - it's a little closer to brunch and robby's already got food and coffee ready for after they're finished.

but it doesn't matter what time it is, dennis still gives a small mewl in response and opens up to him easily. robby's breath hitches and not caring whether or not his boyfriend is fully awake, he starts to roll down each other's pants.

robby doesn't need a lot, he just needs to feel dennis.

he slips in between his legs, just under the sack, and they both groan together.

dennis let's him have it, his own hand has already reached down to start playing with himself and he's blissed out, drooling in his pillow. he's somewhere in between having the best dream of his life and just awake enough to know he has the best boyfriend a guy could ask for.

robby's groaning and moaning and getting rough the way he always does, he's whispering praises in dennis' ear. saying things like 'take it so good baby-' and '-thank you,'

dennis usually comes first because something about the way robby needs him always sets him off quick.

and robby usually always follows directly after, this time is no different.

it ends with a forceful thrust, a harsh curse and sweet worshipful kisses up and down the back of his neck.

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Steve watches his father on the other side of the booth at Benny's Burgers. He watches him scan the newspaper in front of him, flipping it to read the other side, and Steve tries again, "Dad... Dad! Daaaaaaaaaa-"

"Christ, Steven," Richard Harrington swears, looking up at his five year old. "What?"

"Can I ask you a question? It's important."

"What is it?"

"Do you think seals wish they had people arms?"

Richard gives him a blank stare.

He goes back to his newspaper.

"Dad? Did you hear me?" Steve asks. "Do you think-"

"No, Steve," He sighs. "It's a pointless question so no, I don't think about nor have I ever considered if seals wish they had arms. I doubt they're capable of that level of cognitive thought."

"Do you wish you had flippers instead of hands?"

He sighs. Louder.

"Steve," Richard says with the patience of a lawyer questioning a difficult witness. "Figure out what you want for lunch and keep quiet."

"Oh. Okay," Steve says. "I want french fries."

"Noted."

Steve picks up a crayon and colors on the paper placemat. His father goes back to reading until-

"Do you think the seals will wave at us when we see them 'cause seals can wave with their flippers and-"

"We're not going to the zoo."

"What?" Steve frowns. "But - but you promised!"

"There was a change in plans. I have to meet someone here today. I already told you this. You need to pay attention."

"N-no, you didn't! I'd a'member 'cause it'd hurt my heart 'cause you - you said we'd really go this time and - and - you're a liar!"

"Quiet down," Richard hisses. "We will go another time but not if you throw a tantrum. You're better than that."

Steve drops his head on his crossed arms and all but whines, "I want to go now."

"I know," He sighs, drops a hand onto his son's head and ruffling his hair. "Sometimes things come up and we have to reschedule. It's no big deal. I need you to behave when Greg gets here. Steve, you got that?"

"I got it."

"Good," He says. "If you're good, you can get a new toy."

Steve stays like that for a while.

His head pillowed on his arms, his eyes filled to the brim with tears, anger in his heart, and then he sucks it up. He lifts his head.

"I’m mad at you," He declares. "I don't wanna have Steve and Dad day no more and-"

"Any more."

"-I don't wanna talk to you anymore. I want my mama 'cause she's not a liar. I’m goin' home."

"No, you're not."

Steve huffs.

He crosses his arms and he pouts before declaring, "I’m goin' over there and you can't stop me."

"That's fine."