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The workday was coming to an end, and the trip home was quick and uneventful—some were heading back to their families, while others just wanted to finally be alone with themselves. Robby did the same, and within 15 minutes he was approaching his apartment.
A familiar cat silhouette was sitting by the building, and Robby bent down to pet it:
“Waiting for someone here, Mr. Paw? Or did you come for me?”
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, and the cat rubbed against the man’s palm, begging for more. The hand slowed slightly, his gaze fixed on a single point.
“You remind me of someone… just as tactile as you.”
After those words, he paused to think about something of his own, and a few seconds later stood up, tossing over his shoulder, “I’ll feed you next time,” as he entered the building.
At his age, climbing stairs is usually a bit of a struggle, but his work in the police force still gives him an edge in this regard, so he made it up to his floor fairly quickly, where... he unexpectedly saw Dennis sitting right outside his door. It seemed he hadn’t heard him and was simply sitting calmly on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and dozing—his eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly and casting a shadow below, making the circles under his eyes even darker and deeper.
The man watched this for a few seconds, finally snapping out of his mild daze, and stepped closer, touching the top of man`s head with his fingertips.
“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” he said, a soft chuckle escaping him.
The guy opened his eyes and looked up with a slightly unfocused gaze, recognizing the familiar figure.
“You're finally back,” he said, getting to his feet and hissed a little as he rubbed his butt and back.
“Why were you sitting here? You could’ve texted me and asked when I’d be back,” Robby immediately started opening the door.
“My phone died, I didn’t have time.”
“Guess I have to remind you,” he said casually. The door opened, and he stood in the doorway, letting the guy go first.
Dennis didn’t answer, immediately heading for the couch in front of him and collapsing onto it, his limbs dangling in the air.
“Can I just lie here for a bit?”
“Now that you're coming over to my place, should I start charging you?” His lips curved into a slight smile, and the man went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“I don’t make that much, you know… but I can offer something else.”
“Like what?” Robby returned to the room, taking off his outer clothes.
“Well… cleaning up and cooking so you don't have to think about it after shift”—the guy's gaze followed the process intently, sliding from top to bottom.
“I think I can handle this myself,” he chuckled softly, then walked over to the couch, pulling the guy’s legs aside to sit next to him, “I need a more interesting offer.”
“More interesting, you say?” He paused, more for show than anything else, as if he’d known the answer to that question from the very beginning, “Then how about...”
His gaze grew darker, deeper. He straightened up, and looking straight at the man, he threw his leg over him, sitting down right on his lap.
“...this?” he said as he exhaled, right onto his lips. His arms wrapped around his neck like vines, pulling man closer—as if he was a prey. His eyes locked onto Robby’s across from him, waiting for an answer.
“That’s definitely… more interesting.”
The words didn’t come out right away, it took a few seconds for him to recover from what he’d seen. His gaze darted from his eyes to lips and back, unsure of where to focus first. This wasn’t their first sexual interaction, but for some reason it felt like the first – the weight of his body on top of him, the close contact, the way the guy squeezed his neck and hips.
A slight smile touched Dennis’s lips, and his hand found its way into Robby’s hair, sliding higher and higher, squeezing and pulling him back slightly — so that the man would look straight at him, from a slightly lower angle.
“My deal is one sex per month living here.” — and after that, he pressed his groin closer to the man, eliciting a stifled groan from him.
“Low bar — I’ll take at least four,” he growled deeply. Robby’s hands rested on the guy’s waist, gradually moving lower until they landed right on his ass, squeezing and pulling him closer.
“Four, you say? I’m just not sure your body and libido can handle any more,” his smug tone reveals his playfulness, perhaps even an attempt to provoke Robby’s emotions, “age, after all,” he says, looking him straight in the eye.
Robby just stares at him, mesmerized — the blood gradually drains from his brain down to his cock, which has already swollen and is pressing very distinctly against the crotch of his jeans. The guy’s words slip into his ears, but he doesn’t dwell on them too much (even if they’re about age), just curls the corner of his lips into a smile and runs one hand down the guy’s back, pulling his clothes up higher and exposing a patch of skin on his stomach.
“These will be your longest and most intense moments—so much you won’t even talk about age anymore.”
A brief pause—Dennis’s gaze seems to be studying the eyes across from him, reading Robby’s emotions, which now sit like on the palm.
“Then prove it.”
It seemed Robby’s eyes had darkened too from all that passion; he couldn’t — and didn’t want to — think about anything else. He was the first to press his lips against Dennis’s, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. The guy responded eagerly, their tongues intertwining with each other`s, as if in a contest—who whom. From Dennis's lips, he slowly moved lower, down to his neck, which he attacked with a pressure of kisses. Dennis often let out breaths bordering on moans, right into Robby’s ear, sending shivers down Robby’s spine—from the back of his neck and lower. The guy pressed him closer and closer to his neck, as if he couldn’t get enough skin-to-skin contact.
As if he wanted Robby to melt into him.
The kisses sometimes turned into sucking and biting, and moved lower—the Adam’s apple, collarbones, shoulders, chest. Heavy breathing, moans that slipped out involuntarily, wet sounds, and a beard rubbing against skin—all of it blended into a single whole, immersing them in the moment and making them ignore everything around them. Dennis’s shirt was slipping lower and lower down his shoulders, while his t-shirt, on the contrary, was exposing more and more skin. His free hand gradually crept downward until it grabbed Robby by the bulge in his pants, encircling it with his fingers.
At this movement, the man let out a short hiss, not expecting such an “attack” at that moment. Dennis just smiled smugly at this, moving his hand further—squeezing, moving up and down, circling the head with his thumb.
“Can't stand anymore?” With every additional movement, the man's voice grew hoarser and deeper.
“Of course, I want to saddle you as soon as possible,” the guy said as he exhaled, and began unbuttoning Robby's zipper.
Gradually, layer by layer, the men’s clothes fell to the floor or nearby, leaving them almost completely naked. Their cocks rubbed against each other, releasing more pre-cum and spreading it over their skin. Dennis grabbed Robby by the wrist and led it behind his back.
“I... was ready for this, just need to stretch a little”—and after those words, he immediately kissed Robby, not letting him say a single word, pushing his tongue deeper.
Robby got the hint and had almost reached that spot with his fingers, but stopped suddenly, remembering:
“Lube.”—he broke free from the pressure of Dennis’s lips—just to say that word.
For a moment, the guy wasn’t too happy about being interrupted, but he still leaned back to find a packet of lube — and a condom — in the pile of his clothes. He turned back and pressed his lips to Robby’s neck, unexpectedly biting him—not too hard, but definitely noticeable.
“Ouch!"
"Just sit still” — a smile back on his face, he squeezed the lubricant onto Robby’s fingers, and then...
At first, it was just a touch against his skin—a slight chill made Dennis shiver. He guided Robby’s hand with his own, gradually sliding the first finger inside. When it went in about two knuckles deep, the guy let out a sound like a grunting, but he stayed relaxed. This pace seemed a little slow to Robby, so he decided to insert his second finger himself, sliding it in almost without stopping.
“Damn it, Robby!"
“Said yourself you couldn’t take it anymore, and yet you’re messing around like a grandma"—at that moment, the initiative shifted to Robby.”
One hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while the other worked below—fingers sliding up and down, spreading the inner walls apart. Dennis’s voice struggled less and less to hold back his moans, he buried his face in the crook of the man’s neck, wrapping his arms around him and hiding. Two fingers weren’t enough at some point, so another was added, after which Dennis simply groaned “Robby, faster!”
Robby’s cock had been ready for a while—so, after tearing off the wrapper, all that was left was to put on the condom. Breathing heavily, Dennis took the organ in his hand, sliding his palm over it a couple of times, then guided it toward his rear, pressing the head lightly against the entrance. It tightened and relaxed, waiting to take the man inside, but the cock couldn’t quite push in yet. The guy decided to try something else—he pressed his lips to Robby’s again, trying to completely distract himself and relax. At that moment, the man grabbed Dennis by the buttock, pulling him slightly to the side—and without breaking the kiss, thrust the head inside, gradually pushing deeper and deeper. All Dennis could do was let out a short moan right into his mouth and accept the organ he had wanted inside him for so long.
With every thrust, the lubricant seeped through the gaps and dripped down his skin. Dennis moved his hips, thrusting deeper with every stroke, down below everything was filled with size and heat. Drops of sweat slowly gathered on the surface of his skin, on the hair clinging to it, trickling down his face and body. Their hands intertwining, squeezing parts of the body and guiding them in the right direction, while their lips moved and paused in different places, leaving kisses and trails of saliva. Moans and hot breaths mingle; the sounds of skin against skin set a certain mood for the atmosphere, forcing them to speed up and move more and more vigorously, feeling as the pleasure slowly moves towards its peak.
At some point, Dennis presses Robby against the back of the sofa by the shoulders, not letting him move an inch, while he himself bounces on top of him—squeezing with his thighs and holding onto his shoulders. His eyes and mouth are half-open, his breathing growing heavier as the air in the room seems to grow thinner—it’s thick and humid, with the scent of skin and bodily fluids lingering in the air. Robby’s gaze is fixed solely on the guy, one hand on his waist and the other on his buttock, squeezing tighter and helping him move.
It takes just a minute or so, and the movements slow down along with his breathing, legs gradually grow heavy from the intensity.
“I'm already... almost there...” Dennis is able to say.
“Tired?” Although Robby is breathing just as heavily himself, a playful smile touches his lips, and hand slaps against the guy's ass, immediately squeezing it. His eyes are fixed on Dennis at that moment.
The guy lets out just a little gasp of surprise, and he’s already in a state where he’s ready to melt at the slightest touch—his skin is electrified and extremely sensitive.
“I just… can’t… take it anymore…”
“Then I’ll finish the job”—Robby abruptly pulls the guy a little closer to him, pressing his lips against one of his nipples, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue in circles.
“Fuck, fuck!”—Dennis can no longer hold back his voice or himself, he feels his cock harden more and more with every touch, ready to explode at any moment.
He presses Robby’s head closer to his chest, gripping his hair even tighter than before.
After playing with one nipple and biting it gently at the end, he moves on to the other, teasing it as well and driving Dennis to the point where his eyes roll back in pleasure. He grabs the guy from below with his hands and thrusts himself into him—all the way in, up to his balls. Dennis is almost crying, uttering various words and moans, like “please, Robby, please!”, but one phrase brings him back to his senses a little:
“God, M-Michael… l-let me cum…”
That tone, the sobbing, and most importantly—Robby’s real name… something inside him snaps, and he stops moving for a second, causing Dennis, not understanding why, to look down. But before he can ask anything—the thrusts, not fast but so deep, make him cry out, and he immediately bites his palm to stifle the sound, forcing himself to be a little quieter. But the rhythmic movements don’t even give him a chance for a quiet finish; a drop of tears—or sweat, he can no longer discern—runs down his cheek.
“Michael, p-please… take it… in your hand…”—these words come out with difficulty when someone’s cock is pounding right into you.
But the man realized what was going on—his hand was gripping Dennis’s cock, which hadn’t been touched once during the whole process and had been left neglected. On the flesh, that was on the verge of exploding, the calluses and roughness of Robby’s palm felt particularly sensitive, and his somewhat rough grip only turned him on even more.
Dennis couldn’t take it anymore—it took him just a few up-and-down movements to throw his head back toward the ceiling and let out his final moans. At the moment of culmination, it was as if an electric current shot through his spine, arching him backward. White semen spilled directly onto his chest, gradually trickling down to his stomach, and of course, soiling Robby. A couple more thrusts—and the man, too, with a stifled moan, came inside the guy.
Breathing gradually returned to normal, his heartbeat still pounding in his ears, the last thing Robby had the strength for was to press against Dennis’s exposed neck in an attempt to kiss him, lightly grazing his Adam’s apple before collapsing, exhausted, onto the back of the couch.
Dennis gradually came to his senses—after the orgasm, his thighs were trembling and barely responsive. He tried to sit up slightly to pull Robby’s cock out of him, but winced a little from the hypersensitivity that still lingered. With a soft slap, the penis in latex fell against his body, and Dennis also collapsed, exhausted, onto the man along with it.
Although Robby hadn't come inside him, the remaining lubricant was running down Dennis's thighs; there might be stains on the couch.
They lay there in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other’s calm breathing—Robby traced circles on the guy’s back with his fingers, while Dennis just stared blankly out the window, through which the rays of the setting sun were peeking into the room.
“You OK?” Robby decided to break the silence first, his gaze falling on the top of the guy’s head.
“Tired… but satisfied.”
“So there’s still powder in the powder flask, ha.”
“For your age, yeah — I think not ba—”
His speech was interrupted by a slap from Robby on his butt, which had already been through a lot—Dennis just hissed, but then immediately giggled.
“Okay, okay, you did great.” He reached up to the man to plant a kiss on his prickly cheek.
It seemed Robby was fine with that, and he pulled Dennis closer, kissing his heat-sweaty head. He stayed lying there, listening to his breathing, and whispered:
“I think four a month is still a bit too much for me…”
Dennis didn’t get it right away, but then he started giggling right into his skin, and Robby joined in — their laughter mingled, filling the room where there were only the two of them and their feelings for each other, growing stronger with every passing moment.