i’m losing my mind gerran really said ‘robby’ was there watching him lovingly
Okay but imagine Robby taking Dennis into the bathroom and tugging up his scrub top and sucking on his soft puffy nipples till they’re sore and he’s on the verge of tears and then just pulling the shirt back down and walking out like nothing happened. Then Dennis spends the rest of the shift pretending that every brush of his top over his nipples doesn’t make his dick throb
I would like to think that after Robby returned from vacation, they had a lot of love
unfortunately i had to crop it a lot but uh
Robby's guiding Dennis around the ER with a hand on the back of his neck but he somehow slips and on instinct tries to hold on to something and the thing he latches onto is that fucking mullet. Dennis helps him steady himself while Robby apologizes profusely because oh my god I damn near pulled this boy's hair right out the scalp and Dennis, nonchalant and grinning, says "Don't worry about it Dr. Robby. You're not the first to yank on it like that."
(Dennis will immediately forget he made this comment but Robby will think about it for months)
wanna be robby so much like imagine getting to kiss dennis’ fingertips too idk sounds like a dream to me
hucklerobby hole inspection in front of the mirror so dennis can watch all the ways robby stretches and strokes and stuffs his hole. so he can watch the way robby adds another finger in, the ring taut around robby’s knuckles but dennis tries so hard, breathing through his mouth to force himself to relax because he loves the feeling of being stretched open. he loves the initial tightness and the way that the stinging sensation leaves soon after, making room for that pleasure that just isn’t quite what he wants. because what he wants is something thicker, hotter; something that fills him up, stuffs him full; something that leaves him dizzy and whimpering.
but robby just tuts and tells him to be patient, to be good; tells him that he hasn’t even earned it yet. so time drags on, and dennis’ pleasure bloats, teetering him close to the edge, only for robby to drive him off its peak by pulling his fingers out, leaving dennis to choke on his sobs, wet eyes staring at his fluttering hole in his heartbreak.
robby watches dennis’ agony bloom in his face, and he has to press his fluttering smirk on dennis’ damp skin to hide from his beautiful boy how much fun he’s getting out of this.



