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“Wait, Robby, I-uh...” Dennis says as he pulls away from their kiss, sounding hesitant and biting his bottom lip. He ducks his head down, embarrassed. At this interruption, Robby stills the steady grind of their hips and slips his fingers out from where they’d dipped into the waistband at the back of the boy’s trunks.

“When I um, stayed the night that one time and we- you know.” Whitaker says stutteringly, avoiding eye contact with the man whose bed they were in, who he was currently straddling, and whose hands are now running up and down his bare thighs soothingly, “We didn’t use protection and you got me Plan B and I, like..”

He wipes the corner of his mouth absently and Robby can’t help but track the ribbon of drool that smeared across his cheek. Cute.

He recalls the time Dennis is talking about. Last month, after a particularly tough week of Whitaker being on the night shift and not being able to see each other, Dennis decided he wanted to spend the weekend at Robby’s. On Friday night, Robby helped Dennis with his T-shot for the first time, and when they ran out of condoms on Sunday morning, Robby bounced Dennis on his cock raw, his hands groping the boy’s ass, and made him beg for Robby to finish inside as he sobbed into his chest hair.

Afterward, he spread Whitaker’s pussy apart with his thumbs to watch his seed drip out, then later pinched the boy’s cock between his knuckles as he fucked another hot load into him. Robby remembers.

“Well, it’s been- I mean I… I took,“ Dennis squeezes his eyes shut to gather the courage, then with a shy glance up through his lashes he ekes out, “I’m… late.”

The confession washes over Robby, then zips across his nerves like napalm. He bites back a sinister smile. Late?

Sucking in a deep breath, he takes in the bashful look on Dennis’ sweet face. Robby loves him. He knows Dennis doesn’t actually mean his period is late, that getting it at all was uncommon. He watches the boy, his bitten-pink lips, the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek, and lets it tell him what Dennis really means.

Robby… you got me pregnant.

He feels his cock twitch as it swells in his underwear, the length pressed tight between his thigh and Whitaker’s ass, and Dennis turns bright red.

“I-I’m just worried about it. Sorry for-uh, if I’m killing the mood,” Dennis sputters, wringing his hands together where they rest on Robby’s nape and looking pitifully up at him. His eyebrows drawn up in worry, his round eyes shining in the low light.

Robby looks at the precious boy in his lap with unmasked desire. He can’t imagine loving someone more. He can’t imagine anything more erotic.

The image of Dennis Whitaker swelling tenderly with his baby made him so fucking hard.

He settles his hands affectionately on the smaller man’s waist. With a thoughtful hum, he strokes his thumbs along the boy’s stomach over his t-shirt, then ducks down to lean their foreheads together and whispers into the shared space.

“Is that all, baby?” Robby says, amused, nosing along Dennis’s cheek, “You’re not ruining the mood, sweetheart. I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” Robby murmurs into his cheek, his lips still curved into a light smile and leaving soft kisses as his arms move to wrap around his lover.

“What I’m worried about is that…“ A heavy blush creeps up Dennis’ cheeks. He unclasps his hands from around Robby’s neck and smooths them nervously over the neckline of Robby’s shirt, “That I…”

Robby starts to mouth along his jaw, his strong arms wrapped possessively around him as he started to rock their hips together, and Dennis whines indignantly before finally saying, “I didn’t exactly plan on getting knocked up before finishing school.”

Robby smiles, pulls away and bites his lip, leaning back against the headboard and openly groaning at the thought of Dennis studying for his exams while pregnant with Robby’s child, of people at work seeing Whitaker’s round belly and knowing. Knowing that Robby is the man that gets to slide his bare cock into Dennis and get him pregnant.

He claws back a semblance of composure to peer down his nose at the blushing boy in his arms. Infatuated, he takes hold of Dennis’s ass and pulls his hips firmly down, “But I’ll take such good care of you, Denny. You and our baby.”

Dennis’ eyes snap up to meet his, and Robby can’t help but chuckle meanly at the confusion painting his face.

“W-what do you mmh-!” Dennis squeaks as Robby leans forward and captures his lips. Robby drags one hand up Whitaker’s back to thread through the curls at his nape and resumes grinding his erection up into the man in his lap. Dennis kisses back, hesitant, then slowly melts under his boyfriend’s big, hot hands.

“You’re so cute,” Robby rasps out. He licks over the boy’s parted lips, then pushes his tongue into his mouth, groaning hungrily at the taste of Dennis’s spit. He licks at Dennis’s tongue, sucking it into his own mouth and moaning as he swallowed down his partner’s breathy whines.

He tugs firmly on the soft curls between his fingers and gasps out a breath as he pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva stretching and breaking between their lips. Robby watches, enamored, as Dennis’s eyes flutter closed. They don’t stop rutting into each other through their underwear.

Robby has one hand fisted in Dennis’s hair and the other gripping tightly on his hip, keeping his lover in place as he grinds the hard outline of his stiff cock into the darkened gray gusset covering the boy’s pussy.

“Robbyyyy,” He gasps out, jaw going slack. Dennis has both hands holding the front of Robby’s shirt and his eyes screwed shut as he tilts his hips forward, pressing and rubbing the swollen bump of his cock against Robby’s, “A-aah-“

“God, fuck, Denny,“ Robby grunts and bucks his hips up aggressively, bouncing the boy in his lap. Robby can’t stop looking at him. His little curls dancing as they move. The oversized conference t-shirt he picked to wear to bed. His parted lips and the darling gap in his teeth. The outline of his cock and pussy, puffy even through his wet, gray trunks. The sight of this beautiful, intelligent, kind man being so good and pliant for him, letting Robby take and give his pleasure as he wishes, it makes a thread snap deep in the back of Robby’s mind, “You’re gonna be so good for me, right, baby? Gonna be such a perfect mommy.”

Robby growls and pulls Dennis further by the hair. He rolls onto his knees and guides Dennis to lay back at the foot of the bed. Dennis instinctively wraps his arms back around Robby’s neck, and the larger man follows him down, using the hand on the boy’s hip to keep their cocks pressed together.

Dennis lands with Robby’s hand cupping the back of his head, gasping, “Wh- are you crazy? We can’t- nnh-!” as Robby laves a long line from his collarbone to his jawline and begins to suck dark marks onto his skin.

“Shhhh, honey, don’t worry,” He soothes, lips tickling against the fresh bruise over Dennis’s pulse point. He brings both hands to Whitakers hips and slips them under his shirt, rucking the fabric up to Dennis’s neck, and splays his warm hands over his ribs, gently pressing his thumbs onto the boy’s stiff nipples, “Let me take care of you. I can be a good daddy, yeah?”

Robby swirls his thumbs reverently over the soft buds. He leans down and laps at the boy’s dusky nipples, tonguing and sucking each of them as he imagines them swollen and leaking with milk. He opens his mouth to bite down on one of Whitaker’s small breasts, firm but controlled, and hums with a perverse satisfaction. He feels Dennis’s slick soak into his own underwear and start to wet his twitching, leaking cock. The boy looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, panting and whining as his sensitive chest is toyed with.

“I’m… Nngh- Robby, you’re crazy.”

Robby can only smirk. He sits up and shuffles back on his knees. Leaning down on his elbows, he takes the boy’s legs and hooks them over his shoulders, his face hovering inches above Whitaker’s clothed mound. His gray trunks have ridden up on his thighs, the thin fabric that tucked between his cunt lips was darkened with the boy’s wetness.

Robby drags one hand down Dennis’s body and gathers the front of his underwear in his fist. Robby looks up and sees Dennis rise onto his elbows. He watches breathlessly as Robby starts tugging the fabric up, up, up, up, up, squishing his swollen clit in quick pulses, and he keens high in his throat.

Dennis collapses onto his back and reaches down to tangle his fingers in Robby’s hair. Robby chuckles, “Just crazy for you, sweetheart.”

The older man leans further downwards and presses a kiss to the outline of the boy’s cock. Robby continues pulling his underwear taut as he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses all over Denny’s clothed cunt. Robby rests his other hand on his soft stomach and grunts, “I can’t wait for you to start showing.”

Dennis’s thighs tense and he writhes desperately, tugging on Robby’s hair to press his face firmly into his pussy. Robby pushes his nose to the boy’s cock, inhaling deeply as he closed his mouth over the pulsing cunt. He moaned at the intoxicating scent and taste of Whitaker’s sweet-salty musk and laps the firm tip of his tongue up and down the wet seam of his lips.

“Pleaseee, Robby, I- I’m getting close,” Dennis whines, “More, please.”

Robby laughs cruelly between his thighs, “Aww, honey,” He coos with false sympathy, “You wanna cum now?”

Whitaker nods shamelessly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his hands still in Robby’s hair. Robby moves both hands to the underside of the boy’s thighs, pushing them up and slipping his thumbs into the legs of his underwear to press his pussy open.

“Tell me you want to have my babies, sweetheart,” Robby grits out, kissing teasingly all over Dennis’s crotch, “And I’ll let you cum.”

Dennis groans petulantly at the demand, his thighs closing around Robby’s head in frustration.

“Come on, I know you can do it.”

The younger man bucks up, desperate for more friction against his aching cock. He whines and pouts, reluctant to give in to Robby’s perverted whims, and yet,

“I-ngh…” He says, sounding on the verge of a sob, “I want your babies, Robby.”

Robby moans, dips back down, and flicks the stiff point of his tongue repeatedly over his boyfriend’s little cock. Dennis yelps and arches his back as the firm, slick muscle fluttered on his clit, the blinding pleasure made his cunt throb.

Robby circled his middle finger over the boy’s pulsing hole. The hot, wet, muted friction of Robby thrusting his fingertip shallowly into his hole over his underwear pulled him over the edge. Dennis came hard, gushing slick as Robby made out sloppily with his pussy, “Aaah! Fuck- please, please fuck me, Robby!”

“Mmh, yeah? You want me to fuck you, darling?” Robby mutters into the soaked fabric. He hauls himself back up onto his knees, licks his lips, and peels Whitaker’s sopping underwear off, “My pleasure.”

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“Up you go.” Robby gathers Dennis up in his arms, hefting him carefully, and rearranges them so that Dennis is on his side with his back nestled against Robby’s chest. Whitaker stays loose-limbed, letting himself be moved. He notes absently that he’s naked, his shirt must have come off at some point. Still weak and floaty from his orgasm, he welcomes the grounding, enveloping warmth of his lover’s body around him. Oh, Robby is naked, too. He rests a cheek on Robby’s shoulder, silently enjoying the tickle of the older man’s body hair on his back.

Robby runs a warm hand along his side, soothing the boy as his trembling subsided. He caresses him lovingly, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he moves both hands to pet over Whitaker’s plush stomach, and he lets his mind wander. Dennis is pregnant. He got Dennis pregnant.

Oh no~ He could scarcely keep himself from giggling, almost giddy at the thought. Though, it was definitely an accident. I mean, the Plan B was a little old, sure. Robby liked to stay prepared but he hadn’t exactly had much use for it in a while, but he stored it correctly and it was only a few.. Months… Or something… past expiry. It was probably just a fluke. Probably.

Of course, this was something they’d have to discuss at some point. Robby noses into Whitaker’s soft curls, breathing in the fresh smell of his skin and shampoo. Hmm, maybe later.

He imagines them lying like this when Dennis is further along. He can picture the pretty swell of his baby bump cradled in his large hands, clear as day. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of him, he knows it. Even now, just imagining Whitaker round with pregnancy sends a sickly curl of arousal through his gut. It makes his heart skip a beat. Dennis relying on Robby to help ease his aches, holding onto him for stability as he waddles, letting himself be pampered and doted on, whispering in bed about how excited he is for their baby to arrive. His sweetheart, so beautiful and strong and vulnerable in the palm of Robby’s hand. Whitaker’s chest filling out. His nipples, puffy, raw and leaking. His dick twitches in interest, and he gropes at the fat cushioning Whitaker’s lower belly.

“Did you mean it, Denny?” His husky voice rumbles in the younger man’s ear. Dennis’s eyes flutter open. He peeks over his shoulder, sweet blue eyes sparkling, pouting in puzzlement. With a parting squeeze, Robby lets go of Whitaker’s stomach and smooths a hand down, over the boy’s ass and between his legs, taking hold of the back of his plush thigh to spread them apart, “When you said you wanted my babies?”

“Robbyyyy,” Dennis whines, covering his face with one hand and reaching back to swat Robby with the other. His legs instinctively tense to close, but the large hand holding them open only grips harder, fingers digging firmly into the meat of his thigh. He blushes, embarrassed that the older man had such a persistent fixation on his— their… predicament, “You are way too into this, this is serious!”

“Oh, come on, won’t you humor an old man?” Robby chuckled warmly, hooking the boy’s leg around his raised knee to keep his thighs spread wide. Dennis hums, skeptically and shivers, the wetness between his legs growing cold in the chilly air of Robby’s bedroom. “I can’t get you double pregnant,” Dennis scoffs at that, “Let’s have a little fun with it tonight, then we can figure this out together, hm?”

Robby takes the boy’s face in his hand, turning it to give him a soft kiss, “Would that be okay, baby?” He strokes his cheek gently.

Dennis exhales in a huff, frowning in playful annoyance before kissing him back. How can he resist when he can still taste himself on Robby’s tongue? He pulls back with a sigh. “Alright,” He relents, biting back a fond smile. Robby trails happy kisses across his face, the bristle of his beard making him giggle. Dennis lets his eyes meet Robby’s again. Robby stares at him with an open affection, his eyes soft, but lips parted, jaw set with unmistakable desire and arousal. His heart flutters at the intimacy of it.

His eyes flicker to Robby’s lips, sees his beard still shining in places with his wetness, and his expression shifts into a playful coyness as he feels himself get into character, “If I give you a baby,” He starts, cupping a hand over the older man’s jaw, scratching gently through his beard, “What’s in it for me?”

An amused smile stretches across Robby’s handsome face, his eyes dark as he leans back down to claim the boy’s lips. He hums in thought, lips sliding wetly with Whitaker’s. What would he give to knock Dennis up?

“Anything you want.” Robby growls into his mouth. “Anything, baby. But for starters,” Dennis parts his lips, gasping as Robby reaches his free hand down to cup roughly over his cunt, “I can touch you here.”

Robby rests the heel of his palm on the boy’s tdick, his thick fingers extended as he starts patting firmly over his puffy folds, still wet with Robby’s spit. Dennis whimpers, hips jerking at the sensation.

“I can’t stop thinking about knocking you up, Denny. I want people to see us together,” Robby’s cock pulses against Dennis’s ass, “and think of me creaming this pussy.”

Dennis starts trembling again, can’t catch a break around here, jaw dropping in a drawn out moan at the constant tap-tap-tap of Robby’s fingers, each measured smack to his folds stimulating his empty hole in quick, dizzying bursts.

“I’ll do fucking anything for it, baby,” Robby’s voice is rough, his breath hot on Dennis’s skin as he mouths hungrily against his neck, his beard tickling over his shoulder. Robby’s fingers slow their tapping, and Dennis keens high in his throat as Robby gropes his sticky cunt in his hot palm. Robby nuzzles his nose into the crook of Whitaker’s shoulder, making a show of sniffing greedily up his neck and into his hair, breathily groaning into Dennis’s ear as he pushes two thick digits in at once, “I’ll give you the best marks on your evaluations.”

Dennis arches his back and whines at the sudden intrusion. Robby fingers him slowly, deliberately, making sure Dennis feels each loving drag in and out of his drooling pussy. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” Whitaker agrees, distracted by Robby leaving open-mouthed kisses all over his face, blissed out and hardly even processing what he’s agreed to, just thinking yes, yes, yes. Robby scissors his fingers apart, stretching him gently. He presses his thumb to the boy’s stiff dick and licks at his neck, nibbling at his ear as he carefully slips in a third finger.

“R-Robbyyyy,” He pumps them in and out at a measured pace, Dennis tangling his fingers in Robby’s hair as boiling hot pleasure sizzles up his spine. He tightens his fist in Robby’s hair as the older man pushes his thick fingers in deep, curling them and petting over his gspot, coaxing more and more slick out of Whitaker’s pussy. The boy squirms and cants his hips up, desperate for more.

“Yeah? Does this make you happy, honey?” Robby coos at the boy’s timid nodding, “Need more convincing?” Robby pulls his fingers out, laughing at the disappointed whine that follows, and takes himself in his hand

 “God, you’re so cute. I’m so hard for you,” He strokes himself between Dennis’s parted thighs, mixing his wetness with the precum leaking from his tip to slick his throbbing cock, “What do you say, hm?” He presses the length of his erection to Whitaker’s cunt, “Will you let me breed you?”

Dennis feels as if his brain might start leaking out of his ears. Robby is rubbing his heavy dick firmly over his pulsing hole. If he looks down, he can see the way Robby’s cock parts his cunt lips and drags along his dick with every filthy grind up, tip shiny and leaking.  “Come onnn,” Robby insists petulantly.

Whitaker feels the curve of a mean smile against his ear, he bites his lip, angling his hips so that Robby’s cockhead catches on his entrance with every stroke. “I-is that- ngh, all I get?” Dennis pants in a daze, rocking his hips back and forth. “Good grades and ah- a creampie?”

Without an amused scoff, Robby stops and lines up the wet head of his cock with Whitaker’s entrance. He manages to squeak out a surprised whimper before Robby is pressing in with a hiss. “Ahh,” Robby exhales in a satisfied sigh, brows drawing together in concentration. Dennis goes still, lips parted in a silent moan as his cunt is split open on Robby’s fat cock.

“No, course not, sweetheart,” Robby soothes, face buried in the boy’s hair, breath hot on his scalp. “What else do you want?”

Robby’s arm curls possessively around Whitaker’s ribcage as he bottoms out. He rears back until his tip is just kissing inside, then slides back in long and slow, fucking the boy in deep, indulgent thrusts. Whitaker’s head drops back with a drawn out moan, his senses funneling to the weight and drag of Robby’s cock.

Robby looks down at Dennis’s soft body held tightly in his arms, and a greedy surge of possessiveness grips him. His heart squeezes at the slight bounce of Dennis’s chest and stomach, his dusky, puffy nipples, the soft, blond hair trailing down from his belly, and his sloppy pussy spread wide open, taking him so well. Robby grunts and holds tighter, picking up his pace, teeth gritted.

This… This is for Robby. This is his.

Only.

Forever.

His.

“We can get married, Denny,” Robby pants into the nape of Whitaker’s neck. He twines their fingers together sweetly, planting a chaste kiss to Dennis’s cheek, and cups their linked hands over the soft curve of his tummy, “D’you wanna marry me? Hmm?” 

“F-fuuuck, Robb-y-y-yyy,” Dennis can’t even begin to consider what he’s getting himself into, can’t form a thought over the white hot arousal churning through him. He feels like Robby’s precious, beautiful boy. His cunt throbs and squeezes, his eyes glaze over, can’t do anything but lay back against Robby and take it and nod mindlessly as he’s fucked and fucked and fucked, the rhythmic slap of Robby’s hips against his loud above their wet panting.

Robby rolls them over onto all fours and mounts Dennis, hand firm on his hip. He holds tight, keeps the boy’s knees from slipping further apart on either side of his legs, and leans down over him. Dennis whimpers, eyes rolling back, his pert nipples now brushing roughly against the sheets, Robby’s happy trail scrubbing against the small of his back as he continues rutting into him. The new angle has Robby’s angry cockhead pushed roughly against his cervix with every thrust, forceful, purposeful, like it was punctuating a mantra only Robby could hear.

“I can be your husband,” Robby says, breathless and guttural; Dennis feels a bead of sweat drip onto his cheek. He fucks his hips back, hungrily spearing himself on Robby’s heavy cock. “And you can have our babies. Right, Denny?” Dennis chokes out a wet sob and nods blindly, tears pricking from his glassy, half-lidded eyes.

“Perfect.”

Robby leans back with a satisfied rumble in his chest to watch his hard length bully into Whitaker’s ruddy pink cunt. He spreads his pussy lips reverently with his thumbs, eyes fixed on the shine of slick squelching around his cock, utterly transfixed, then groans low and spits cruelly onto the boy's pretty, stretched hole. Robby laughs at the fucked out groan it drags out of the younger man, and he burns this sight, that sound into his memory.

For me. All fucking mine.

“Yeah, that’s right,” He hunches back over Dennis, eclipsing the younger man’s body, thick cock driving mercilessly into his cervix and punching out weak ah-ah-ahs from the pliant boy beneath him. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

Robby fucks him like he’s trying to prove a point, which - if you ask his colleagues - is something Michael Robinavitch is known to go to extremes for. He will push risky treatments before labs are back. He will take an emotionally compromised parent into a makeshift morgue. He will cup a hand over his lover’s tender cunt, fingers spreading the lips on either side of his cock, rolling over the boy’s clit with his hot palm as he nuzzles into his wet cheek.

Dennis cries, hands fisted in the sheets at the rapturous pleasure consuming him. The brutal in and out gut punch of Robby’s cock splitting his cunt open makes his jaw go slack, drool soaking into the sheets as he pants and whines. “‘M yours, Robby. Y-yours- please- guh,” Whitaker chokes, his pussy clenching as it drips, “‘M close.” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, honey?” Robby rests his forehead in Dennis’s soft curls and growls in his ear. “Go on, baby boy. Wanna feel you squirt around my cock.”

Dennis screams as Robby slaps his throbbing clit, toes curling as each smack lands in double time with Robby’s thrusts. His body goes taut, fingers scrabbling for purchase as the tense coil in his gut stretches, and stretches, and finally breaks. Dennis squeals, sobbing and thrashing uselessly as his cunt gushes over Robby’s fingers. He cries, hot tears slipping down his flushed, angelic face when Robby only fucks him harder.

“Good boy. So fucking good.” Robby paws at Whitaker’s stomach possessively, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers, his other hand groping at his chest as he continues to pound into the boy. Dennis’s spent pussy clenches feebly, leaks weak spurts of cum as Robby selfishly chases his own pleasure from his body and chants mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

“Gonna put my baby in you. Make you my little wife. Keep you bred full on my cock just like this.”  Robby snarls, peppering hot kisses over Dennis’s face and muttering like a man possessed. “My baby. My Denny. My pussy to fuck. My angel. My perfect boy to knock up. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Robby nearly shouts, biting down on Whitaker’s shoulder as his vision whites out, his cock pulsing balls deep and shooting thick, hot ropes of cum straight into the kid’s womb.

Robby stays there, mind blissfully fuzzy as he relishes the moment, his dick throbbing and drooling spend into Whitaker’s cunt. Can’t let it leak out. Gotta make sure it takes. Never wearing a fucking condom again. He floats, drunk on the taste of Whitaker’s sweat and tears in his mouth, until a soft whimper pulls him back to earth.

“You,” Dennis pants indignantly, hands untwisting from the sheets and coming down to loosen Robby’s iron grip on his stomach and tits, “are fucking insane.”