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Bass vibrated through Dennis’s body as he nursed a pretty cocktail by the bar, watching as club lights strobed and flashed against the sea of moving, pulsing bodies. Purples and blues melted together, flashes of red lighting up moments of passion shared between strangers. Dennis could feel his shoulders relaxing with each sip of sweet alcohol that slipped down his throat.
The week had been another hard one, and not just because of work. Sure, screaming kids and insufferable parents didn’t help, but the main cause of the knots in his neck and the tension in his jaw was Robby.
Robby, fucking Robby. Robby and his inability to manage his own emotions, despite being over fucking fifty years old, running a whole ED, owning a damn house?! Robby, who despite having something very good in front of him, still chose to sleep around and fuck other people behind Dennis’s back - mainly women, as if to rub it in Dennis’s face, make him feel less than, crawl under his skin and invade his thoughts constantly. It worked, it really did. It drove Dennis out of his apartment on his only night off, into some small gay bar in hopes of…
In hopes of…Dennis isn’t really sure what he wants from this night out.
To get mindlessly drunk? To fuck the feelings away? To get sad and crawl into Robby’s bed, give into him?
Dennis’s question is swiftly answered when a handsome, older man slides in next to him at the bar. He quietly orders a bottle of beer, voice gruff, getting swallowed by the music and shouting. Dennis’s eyes linger, dancing over the strangers salt and pepper curls, the bruise that Dennis can see on his cheek bone when the light flashes just right. When the man catches his gaze, Dennis’s whole body lights up with a gentle warmth and a mellow buzzing. He’s even more handsome head on, freckles covering his face, crows feet nestled at the outer corners of his pretty eyes, brows pinched in a very serious expression despite their current location.
“You’re staring.” The man calls over the music, taking a sip from his beer, condensation dripping.
It takes Dennis a moment to respond, feeling dumb as he gawks at the handsome stranger. He blinks, looking away as blush coats his cheeks. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to,” Dennis calls back, a little smile on his face. He’s always been a lightweight, and a drink or two is enough to get him tipsy these days. By now, he’s pleasantly tipsy and his confidence is boosted by that fact. “You’re just very handsome!”
The handsome stranger cracked a small, almost unnoticeable smirk, corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly. “I can barely hear you,” he shook his head. “Would you like to step outside?”
Dennis nodded, not wasting a moment before he stood up and headed outside with the man. The change in volume was akin to surfacing in a swimming pool, sounds becoming both clearer and more muffled, his ears ringing for a long moment as he breathed in the night air. Dennis peered at the man under the less intense lights of the outside smoking area, surrounded by a few people chatting and smoking. Outside, the man was even more gorgeous, big and broad, dressed in dark clothing that only acted to make him look all the more imposing. He was taller than Dennis, but that wasn’t something new or the younger man, very much used to tilting his head back to talk to people.
“It’s usually me that has the staring problem,” The man muttered, voice gravelly and low now that he no longer had to shout. Seductive, like the curl of cigarette smoke. “What’s your name?”
“Dennis,” He was quick to reply, the life long warnings about stranger danger flying out of the window. He wanted this man, and he wanted him quickly. Whether he actually wanted the stranger, or simply wanted to ‘get back’ at Robby, Dennis wasn’t too sure. He was sure he would think about it plenty once he was sober and full of anxiety and regrets. For now, though, he was going to take a page from Robby’s book and not give a single fuck. “Yours?”
“Andrew.” He nodded, having no intention of bringing ‘Pope’ to Pittsburgh. Nope, from now on he was Andrew. Just Andrew, it felt good. He hadn’t exactly planned on taking anyone home that evening, but he had seen Dennis from across the bar and decided to treat himself for once in his life. It had been too long since he’d gotten his dick wet, and casual sex seemed like something Pittsburgh Andrew would partake in. New city, new man. “I only live down the street…Why don’t you…Would you like to come back with me?”
The big, scary looking man was almost…sheepish as he asked, only fuelling the fire of attraction in Dennis’s belly. It felt good, in a way, to have someone almost nervous to be with him. As though Andrew was so excited by the mere idea of taking Dennis home, opposed to simply assuming that the younger man would want to leave with him.
Fuck Michael Robinavitch. Dennis deserved this.
He nodded firmly, “Yeah. Let’s go.”
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The walk back was a quiet one, comfortable silence falling between the pair as Pope led them back to his small home, unlocking the front door and welcoming Dennis inside. “Do you mind removing your shoes?” He mumbled, already bending to undo his own laces, pulling off the leather boots from his feet. He placed them neatly on a shoe rack, doing the same with Dennis’s when the boy removed his shoes, even hanging up his jacket on the spare hook.
Pope’s home was neat and scarcely decorated, compared to the homely clutter and organized chaos of Dennis’s shared apartment. He had a nice sofa, some book shelves neatly stacked with books and a few ornaments or very carefully selected decor pieces. As Dennis followed him down the hall, he noticed the lack of family photos, apart from a few proudly hung photos of the man with a young girl. Dennis didn’t stop to ask. It wasn’t his place, and he had better things to focus on.
Once they reached the bedroom, Dennis decided to force the ball back into his own court, grabbing Pope by the shirt and yanking him into a passionate, tipsy kiss. His tongue drags across the man’s bottom lip, licking into his mouth completely when the man parted his lips in a soft, slightly surprised groan. Dennis was forced onto his tiptoes, hands dragging up until his arms were draped over Andrew’s neck, kissing him until his lungs ached and he had no other choice but to pull free, panting and flushed. He didn’t pull back, instead brushing their noses together as they shared the charged air around them, panting hotly into one another’s mouths.
“Don’t mess around, do you?” Andrew whispered, his hand coming to cup Dennis’s warm face, his thumb dragging slowly along the boy’s lip. He pushed down until Dennis’s mouth opened, his thumb dragging along his teeth slowly, looking down his nose at the scene playing out before him, eyes dark, expression almost entirely unreadable. For whatever reason, Dennis allowed it, keeping his eyes glued to the older man as he slowly dragged his tongue over the tip of Pope’s thumb. “Pretty mouth. Show me how good you are with it.”
Dennis swallowed, mouth dry from being held open. He pulled back just a little, heart racing at the request. No, the demand. There was no inflection in Pope’s voice, just a smooth and controlled tone that made the boy’s cunt ache. He hesitated for a moment, before sinking down to his knees, hardwood connecting with his knees, grounding him in the very sudden realisation that he was about to fuck another man.
Why shouldn’t he?
Robby was allowed to sleep around, so why couldn’t Dennis? If Robby wanted to push him aside and treat him like shit, this was how Dennis would repay him - by letting a handsome stranger do whatever he wanted to his body.
Certain in his choices, Dennis reached out and worked the other’s belt open, his heart pounding in his chest as he popped open the button and zipper of his trousers. The man was already half hard, cock outlined in his dark underwear. Before Dennis could pull them down, Pope was guiding his head forward, pressing his clothed cock against the boy’s lips, grinding against him slowly. “Not so fast,” He whispered, gazing down at Dennis, cheeks very slightly flushed. “Kiss it…Mh, like that” Pope nodded, watching as Dennis almost instantly began kissing and licking at his cock through the thin fabric. Even drunk and horny, Andrew enjoyed the art of making someone wait, of drawing things out. Sex had been difficult for him in the past, and he wanted to enjoy it more now that he could have it.
Dennis continued to kiss and lick until Pope was fully hard and the fabric of his underwear was damp with spit. He peered up at the man with a soft whine, heart skipping when Andrew simply nodded at him. Taking that as permission to continue, Dennis pulled down the man’s underwear, whimpering softly at the sight. Dennis hadn’t seen many cocks in real life before, only really Robby’s and Jack’s on the odd occasion, and patients of course but that didn’t count. He hadn’t been with many people sexually, and each time felt like the first time all over again, leaving him blushing and pressing his thighs together like some clueless virgin. And this was no different. The older man was bigger than Robby, which was already impressive, his cock thick and heavy, drooping slightly from the weight, trimmed hair painting the man’s crotch and lower stomach. Fucking hell.
He wrapped a hand around the shaft, stroking up and down slowly, reminding himself to not go too fast. He watched the tip leak, leaning forward to slowly lick over the tip, giving it an open mouthed kiss, his eyes pointed upwards at Andrew. Dennis loved sucking cock, often getting lost in the act until he was told to move on or received a complaint. There was just something so peaceful about it, something so relaxing that allowed him to get lost even on the loudest of days. With a small moan, Dennis took the head into his mouth, whimpering softly when a large hand fisted into his hair, tugging gently. Again, he took that as a sign to keep going, feeding himself more of the stranger's cock until he was gagging softly, his throat gagging around the welcomed intrusion.
“Fuck,” Pope grunted above him, relatively quiet beside the few grunts and groans he let out when Dennis swallowed or took him deeper. He didn’t mind. Robby was more vocal in bed, but sometimes the quiet was nice, able to feel that he was doing a good job regardless of what the older man said. He doubted he would’ve heard much, anyway, with all the blood loudly rushing in his ears. The hand in his hair tightened, pleasurable jolts of pain spreading across his scalp as Andrew began thrusting, holding Dennis’s head in place. He let it happen, whining happily around his mouthful, hoping the man would take it as a sign to go faster, harder. Within a minute, drool was spilling down Dennis’s chin, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. His throat clicked filthily with each thrust, the blushed tip of his nose pressing into Pope’s pubic hair as he was held in place, forced to swallow and squirm as the man held him firmly in place.
The man held him in place for almost two minutes, letting out a loud, pleased groan when he finally let go. Dennis rushed back, pulling his mouth off with a loud gasp, spit connecting him to Andrew’s cock still. Eyes wet, lips pulled into a hazy smile, Dennis got to his feet.
“There’s…There’s something you should know,” He mumbled, face to face with the man, whining softly when Pope pressed their lips together again. Dennis happily kissed him back, hand returning to the man’s cock, giving him a few slow strokes. Andrew grunted, nodding his head, silently encouraging the man to continue talking. “I’m trans. That bother you?”
Andrew groaned, slowly rutting into Dennis’s hand, shaking his head. “Nah, don’t care. You got a…”
“A cunt?” Dennis laughed, brushing their noses together. “Why don’t you undress me and find out, Andrew?”
As if kicked into action by the younger man’s words, Andrew near enough ripped Dennis’s shirt off, thumbs tracing the pink scars that spanned across his chest. He had scars of his own, so they didn’t bother him in the slightest, almost pausing to admire them in the low light of his plainly decorated bedroom. With a firm hand, Pope shoved Dennis backwards until the man was falling onto the large bed, body bouncing slightly with the impact, laughter filling the room for a moment. He instantly pounced, hands pulling deftly until Dennis was entirely nude atop the bed spread, filled out body on display. Naked, Pope could see even better just how strong the younger man was - thighs thick and muscled, waist almost curved from how toned it was, yet his stomach still managed to look soft and wonderfully bitable. Between those muscled thighs was probably the prettiest cunt he’d seen in a long time, all pink and flushed, light hair trailing up the soft expanse of Dennis’s belly, hole already leaking. Though, Pope found him most interested in the thick, long t-dick there, twitching excitedly under his gaze.
“Pretty cock,” he chuckled as he dropped down to his knees, grabbing Dennis by the thighs and yanking him right to the edge of the bed. He kept the man spread open, kissing lazily over his thighs, growing closer and closer to where he really wanted to be. He could already feel his erection flagging from the lack of stimulation, but he didn’t mind. Dennis couldn’t see it. He wasn’t going to focus on that, not right now. Instead, he was going to focus on the hands in his hair and the handsome stranger underneath him. Tired of teasing, Pope finally wrapped his lips around the boy’s cock, peering up at him to watch the way Dennis’s eyes rolled back and his lips fell open in a loud moan. He let his eyes flutter shut to focus, swirling his tongue around lazily, before kissing over his dick, dragging his tongue lower until it was pressing into his hole. His nose bumped against the boy's clit, forcing him to breathe in the pleasant musk of Dennis’s cunt, getting lost in the motions of eating someone out. Beneath him, Denis was whining and whimpering, his thighs trembling, spasming when Pope suckled over his cock firm and slow, pulling his head back until it popped from his mouth.
“Holy shit-” He mewled, tugging at Andrews curls, rocking his hips up to fuck back into the older man’s mouth. It had been a good few weeks since his cunt had gotten attention like this, used to Robby wanting to ‘be quick’, which was just an excuse to neglect Dennis’s needs to focus on his own. Robby was good at it, when he felt nice enough. Pope was fucking amazing, driving all the thoughts from Dennis’s head as his tongue worked and the alcohol thrummed in his blood stream. “Fuck…I-I’ll…You should stop or I’ll come~” Dennis whined, expecting the man to pull back instantly, but he didn’t. In fact, he simply doubled his efforts and began licking Dennis more passionately, hands firmly spreading his legs apart so that Dennis couldn’t squirm or close his legs. Dennis’s breathing picked up, panting as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm.
Before it could hit him, two thick fingers began teasing at his drooling hole, one pushing inside slowly, pumping in and out for a few moments before another was added. The stretch was amazing, combined with the feeling of Andrew’s soft lips and hot tongue on his clit. He was in heaven, orgasm barrelling towards him as the older man’s fingers curled a little inside of him. God, he was so fucking close, cunt making tacky, lewd noises as Pope bullied it with his thick, talented fingers and eager tongue.
He felt his eyes watering again, hole pulsing. He tried to warn the older man before his orgasm slammed into him, but his words came out choked and garbled, incoherent as his own moans drowned out, head too fuzzy to speak right. “Hnnnngh!” he wailed lewdly, feet up in the air, toes curled tightly as his cunt clenched, squirting messily all over the older man’s chin and tongue. If he had his wits about him, Dennis would be embarrassed. He simply didn’t have the brain power, not anymore.
Face flushed and eyes dark, Pope finally pulled back from Dennis’s cunt, lightly swatting over his clit, the younger man’s surprised gasp making his cock twitch with interest again.
“Move up the bed.” He ordered, nodding. “Head on the pillows, put one under your hips.”
Dennis simply nodded and moved to do so, using one of the decorative pillows, shoving it under his hips as instructed. He watched as Pope stood and climbed onto the bed, cock hanging limp and long between his legs.
“Don’t worry about that,” Andrew mumbled, spreading Dennis’s legs once again, guiding the boy's hands until they were under his knees, making Dennis hold himself open. “I’ll get it back up…”
The younger man smiled gently, “Don’t worry…I’m used to it,” He reassured, peering at the man through his long lashes. “You can…put it in soft. It’s okay.”
Pope blinked. His cock twitched.
Jesus fucking Christ.
With the younger man’s comment having boosted his confidence, Pope pulled back enough to slowly push his mostly soft cock inside Dennis’s cunt. He grunted lowly, breath hitching as the head popped inside and was sucked in by the warm wetness of Dennis’s perfect cunt. Andrew held himself deep inside of the younger man, his face pressed into the warm safety of where Dennis’s neck met his shoulders. He pressed lazy kisses along the warm skin, slowly rolling his hips in hopes of making his cock hard, his pubic mound grinding against Dennis’s hard cock. “Fuck,” He whispered, feeling himself twitch inside of the boy.
“Good?” Dennis whispered back, his own voice breathy and sweet. Even with the man’s cock soft, Dennis still felt full, cock twitching each time Andrew ground against it. He whimpered softly at the kisses, tilting his head to the side to welcome more. “Don’t…You can't leave any marks…”
Andrew’s teeth ached almost as soon as Dennis spoke, now aching to have the man’s skin break under his teeth even more than before. He didn’t need to ask why, he wasn’t dumb. He’d fucked enough marred men and women to know why hickies were off the menu. He shouldn’t be surprised, Dennis was a handsome young man, it was no wonder that he was married. In a relationship, at the least. Though, Andrew could admit to himself that it stung a little, unsure if he was more upset at being unable to mark and bite, or that Dennis couldn’t be his after this night.
Be his.
Jesus, he didn’t even know the kid. Pittsburgh was making him soft, it was official. Men like Andrew didn’t settle down.
The older man was pulled back into the moment by firm hands in his hair, guiding him into a messy, passionate kiss. He kept his eyes open whilst Dennis closed his, watching the serene look on the younger’s face as their lips and tongues brushed together. The way his long lashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks, and how his brows pinched together with a little moan when Andrew sucked lightly on his bottom lip. When he sensed the kiss was coming to an end, Pope allowed his eyes to flutter shut, not wanting to freak Dennis out. He pressed their foreheads together, finally pulling his hips back slightly, just enough to thrust slowly as his cock grew harder. It felt good like this. Less pressure to get hard, knowing that Dennis was used to it - whatever the fuck that meant. Did he have a kink for this kinda thing? Surely not. - and maybe even enjoyed it made everything better for Pope. He didn't have to spend time worrying about his one night stand being weirded out or upset, he could just enjoy whatever happened between them properly.
“Yeah,” Andrew finally replied, one large hand moving up to cup the man’s face. His thumb traced Dennis’s lips again, making a pleased noise when that pretty mouth fell open and his thumb could push inside. “Got such pretty teeth.” He whispered hotly, thrusting a little firmer now. Short. Hard. Deep.
Dennis chuckled around the man’s thumb, his cunt spasming in response to a particularly deep thrust, pleasure rocking through him in fuzzy waves. The complement was a little odd, but not unsettling. It was something he had heard before, but something about the way Pope said it made Dennis’s stomach clench and flutter. Maybe it was the look on his face, oddly stoic even when he was buried balls deep inside someone, rosy cheeks almost the only indication that he was enjoying himself. He could feel Andrew growing hard inside of him, cock stretching him out further.
“Tell me you like it.” The older man whispered, his face finally picking up, confidence boosted by the filling out of his erection. “Say; I really like it, Andrew. I feel so good.”
Truthfully, Dennis didn’t need to be told to express how good he felt, his pretty moans and whimpers enough. “I-I really like it, Andrew- Fuck…I feel so good.. I do!” He whined, his hands roaming down the man’s back to grab at his hips, knees still pressed to his chest, folded in half by Andrew’s bigger body. “Keep fucking me, please? Wanna come for you, Andrew. Feel… feel so good inside me.”
Andrew always enjoyed hearing his own name in the bedroom, but the way it tumbled from Dennis’s lips, slipped through the gap in his cute teeth, God…it made the man’s cock throb. “I’ll make you come…Make you come so good,” He promised, words coming out in gruff whispers. Pope moved Dennis’s legs, making the younger man wrap them around his waist, feeling his heels digging into the bottom of his back.
The picked up the pace yet again, groaning when he felt Dennis clench around him suddenly, his back arching from the bed. Andrew was aware that he wasn’t going to last long, it had been a long time since he’d had sex. Even longer since he’d had good sex, where his cock stays hard and he’s truly engaged with his partner. By the way Dennis is clenching and whining, he’s sure that the younger man won’t be lasting long either. His hand moved down, teasing over Dennis’s nipples before trailing down to his cunt, pinching his cock between two fingers whilst he pounded his hips nice and deep.
Underneath him, Dennis looked like a vision. Pope would’ve liked to consider himself a religious man once upon a time, and in another life perhaps he would’ve given himself to the Lord, made his name mean something. With that consideration in mind, Pope was sure that he had never seen a more angelic creature in his life. Dennis’s pale face and flushed cheeks, his cherubic curls sticking to his face with shining sweat, eyes big and swimming as they met Andrew’s dark set. Mouth open, big teeth peeking from behind plush, pink lips, beautiful noises falling from him in an endless stream of sounds akin to a Christian hymn.
He wondered how Dennis would sound screaming, the thought spurring him on.
He began thrusting quickly, rubbing over the boy's clit fast and hard, his other hand coming to press down on the younger man’s stomach. Dennis let out a lewd noise, eyes fluttering into the back of his head, hole clenching once again, creaming messily around the fat cock bullying his sloppy hole.
“If….If you…my tummy…I’ll…” Dennis babbled, sentences getting repeatedly interrupted by lewd moans and gasping breaths. His heels dug into Andrew’s back, toes curling tight. “Andrew! Andrew!” The younger man cried out loudly, voice breaking and growing tight as his orgasm rushed towards him. His teary eyes locked onto Pope’s once again, tears leaking down his cheeks as the older man pressed a little firmer on his belly, fucking him hard and deep.
“Come for me.” Andrew ground out, hips rabbiting, balls smacking against Dennis’s cunt with wet, sloppy noises. “Go on. Make a mess, it’s okay.”
The permission whispered by the older man was the final nail in Dennis coffin of taboo pleasure. His hands fisted in Andrew’s hair, clinging onto the older man as he was fucked utterly brainless in the strangers bed. His eyes screwed shut, images of Robby flashing before his eyes. All the times Dennis had caught the man sleeping around. All the times Robby had fucked him stupid to distract him. Oh, god. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ohhhhhhmygod!” Dennis screamed as he finally allowed himself to fall victim to the beast of pleasure, the creature's jaw unhinging before it sunk its teeth into his tender flesh. His head slammed back against the pills and his back arched, cunt spasming as stream after stream of release squirted from his messy cunt. It splashed all over Andrew’s stomach…all over his own stomach and down his cunt, pooling on the pillow at his pretty little asshole. Andrew fucked him through every second of it, grunting and groaning above him, surprised that someone could make so much mess. His hand moved from the boy's stomach to his neck after a moment, holding him firmly in place as he suddenly pulled out.
“F-Fuck!” Andrew grunted, lips pulled back into a snarl as his cock throbbed and painted Dennis’s wet stomach with his release. He stroked himself through it, until he was moaning and whimpering, forcing himself to stop from overstimulation.
After a moment, Andrew felt like he returned to his body, peering down at the body underneath him, the sounds of their heavy panting filling the room. Before he can stop himself, his finger is swiping through the mess on Dennis’s soft tummy, fingering pushing into his mouth.
“Taste.” He ordered, pleased when Dennis wrapped his lips around his digit, sucking gently. “Let me go start the shower, I’ll be five minutes.”
Dennis nodded, watching through his lashes as Pope disappeared out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Almost as soon as the man was gone, Dennis was stumbling out of bed, almost frantically pulling his clothes back on. The regret had set in almost immediately. What was he thinking? How could he do that to Robby? How could he fuck a stranger that DEFINITELY looked like he could kill someone?! He hurried out of the bedroom and down the hallway, grabbing his shoes by the door.
“Dennis?” Andrew called, clearly having found his room empty.
Though, by the time he turns down the hall, the front door is swinging shut and Dennis is gone.
—
“You’re a fucking asshole, Robby!” Dennis yelled, his finger pointed in the man’s face.
It had been two weeks since he’d met Andrew at the bar. One week since Robby had fucked the truth out of him. He hadn’t wanted to tell the man, happy to keep the secret to himself for the rest of his life. He regretted sleeping with Andrew, in a way. Though, whenever Robby’s attitude or behaviours flared, Dennis didn’t regret it so much. He felt like he had betrayed Robby, but the older man simply continued to prove to him that there was nothing to betray. No trust. No love.
Nothing.
“I’m not the one that fucked some random man at a bar…like some cheap skank.” Robby shot back, swatting his finger from his face.
“You cannot be serious!” Dennis laughed, honestly shocked. “You fuck people all the time, Robby! Do you even know what they call you at work, huh? A bicycle…a man whore…fuck anything that will move! It’s okay when you want to sleep around, but when I do it once?! I’m a whore, apparently!”
The older man scowled and scoffed. He knew he had lost the argument. He knew that before he’d even started it, simply looking for an excuse to argue with Dennis. To get a rise from the man. Dennis was easy to rile up, to get a reaction from, and on some days Robby needed that. Now, he was ready to deliver the final blow.
“Get out.” He muttered, looking at Dennis through the furrow of his brow. “Get out. Now.”
Dennis’s hand fell and so did his expression, anger disappearing in a snap. “What?” He blinked dumbly, shaking his head. “Robby…it’s almost fucking midnight.”
Robby didn’t reply. He looked the younger man up and down before simply walking off down the hall to his bedroom, door clicking shut behind him. It stung even more than if Robby had slammed the door, as though Dennis wasn’t worth the effort of any exertion. Dennis lingered for a moment, before he moved and went to get his shoes, pulling them on before he headed into the night, light drizzle falling from the blackened sky. Fuck, Dennis didn’t even have real clothes on, his pyjama pants dragging on the ground as he walked down the street towards the bus stop, phone battery too drained to risk calling a cab.
By the time he reached the bus stop, the rain had picked up, and Dennis couldn’t tell the difference between his own tears and the wetness of the rain. He stopped to check when the next bus would be, squinting at the poster in the rain. He should’ve never agreed to go to Robby’s so late. Should’ve worn some real clothes. Should’ve stopped being so foolish a long time ago and realised that Robby was a no good son of a bitch that didn’t de-
“Dennis?” A distantly familiar voice pulled Dennis from his thoughts, whipping around to see a head poking out of the window of a dark car. He squinted again, taking a small step forward.
“Andrew?” Dennis called back, cold rain only growing stronger as he stood there. Like a gift sent from God, Andrew opened the passenger door, extending an olive branch to the younger man. Dennis hesitated for a moment, but he knew never to ignore gifts from God…or the universe, stepping forward and climbing inside. He closed the door, shivering when the warm air hit his cold skin. He sniffled, looking over at the man he had run out on two weeks ago. He was still as handsome as Dennis remembered, thankful that he hadn’t made his attractiveness up in his drunken state. The small light on the car’s roof shone down above them, lighting up their faces just enough for Dennis to see the pinch in Pope’s brow and for Andrew to see the tears in Dennis’s blood shot eyes.
The older man shifted slightly, “What are you doing in the rain like this?” He frowned, looking Dennis up and down, taking in the sight of his pyjama pants and thin outer clothes. “You’ll get sick.”
Huffing out a laugh, Dennis scrubbed a hand over his face and let out a heavy sigh. He shrugged, “My…The guy I’ve been sleeping with kicked me out. He picked a fight with me and called me a whore for sleeping with someone else. Which is totally unfair, by the way, because he has slept with half of our hospital, probably seventy-five-percent of the twinks in the Gay Village, and half of the yoga moms at his local gym. I mean, out of the two of us, he is the whore! I’m surprised his goddamn dick hasn’t fallen off or he hasn’t got, like, fifty secret kids he doesn’t know about…He is such an asshole and…and my phone is almost dead…and he didn’t even let me get my things. My favourite underwear are in his fucking sock draw-” Dennis took a deep, shuddering breath, aware that Andrew was staring at him. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to dump all that out, it's just…”
“Sounds like a dick.” Pope huffed out, starting the car up. He began driving, heading back to his own house. His knuckles were white with how hard they were gripping the wheel. Who could kick Dennis out? What kind of asshole would throw someone out without their thing or even a decent pair of clothes. He sighed deeply, “I’ll give you a change of clothes?”
“What?” Dennis blinked.
“You’re coming back to mine.” Pope stated plainly. He didn’t ask if Dennis wanted that. Or if it was okay. He simply began driving home, parking his car and bringing Dennis inside.
And Dennis let him.
He didn’t ask a single question.
–
The older man’s house was quiet and dark as they stepped inside, the warm glow of the street lamps disappearing as Andrew pushed the door closed. In the darkness, Dennis toed off his shoes and the older man moved them onto the shoe rack for him. With his own shoes removed, Andrew led Dennis up the stairs and towards the bathroom. It was as clean and neat as Dennis had expected, the tile practically sparkling as the man urged him to perch on the toilet lid.
He watched the stranger move around the bathroom, pulling two fresh towels from a small cupboard, placing them down on the bathroom counter.
“Take a warm shower,” Andrew instructed, his voice both stern and gentle at the same time, dark eyes still glued to Dennis with that intense look in them. “I’ll be in the bedroom. Warm up, ok?”
Sniffling, Dennis nodded. The bathroom door clicked shut as Pope walked out, leaving Dennis alone again. He cried for a few moments, the weight of what had transpired crashing down on him in one swoop. He couldn’t believe that Robby had just kicked him out. Had thrown him into the night without any care of how the man got home. Sure, Robby’s area was pretty safe, but he still should’ve cared…right? Dennis was worth caring about, wasn’t he? The boy took a deep breath, quickly deciding that perhaps Robby wasn’t worth crying over at all. He got to his feet and went to turn on the shower, undressing slowly before he climbed under the stream of warm water. It cascaded down his back, matting his curls to his hair as he simply enjoyed the warmth for a few minutes, eventually washing his curls and giving his body a quick wash.
He wrapped his hair in one of the towels, using the other to dry off his body, wrapping himself in it before he made his way into the older man’s bedroom. Andrew was sitting on the bed, a sweatshirt and pair of socks folded next to him on the bed. “I couldn’t find any bottoms,” He explained softly, tilting his head to look up at Dennis. “You’ve been crying.”
“Yeah,” Dennis laughed wetly, rubbing at his nose a little. He took a deep breath, standing in the fluffy towel as he looked back at the older man. “Look…I’m sorry about running out when we…. I…I shouldn’t have done that. I had a good time, I did.”
“It’s ok.” Andrew reassured, hesitating for a moment before he reached out and took Dennis’s hand in his own. He pulled him closer, until Dennis stood between his legs. “He doesn’t deserve you.” Pope muttered, his hands slowly moving to touch Dennis’s hips. His movements unsure, as if physical intimacy outside of sex was something unfamiliar to him.
The younger man blushed a little, shaking his head. “I was stupid for staying around so long,” he admitted, mostly to himself. “I know he didn’t really care about me…I…Sorry, let’s talk about something else.”
Andrew slowly stood up, gently removing the towel from Dennis’s body. He kept his eyes on the boy's face, smiling very faintly, “Let’s get you dry.” Pope whispered, holding the towel in his hand, starting to gently dry Dennis’s arms. He moved the towel down his chest, his touch caring rather than lustful. Slowly, he sank down to his knees and began drying his thick thighs and pretty feet. Dennis was so beautiful. He hadn’t been able to get his mind off the young man since they’d met, saddened that he hadn’t stopped to ask for his number, or ran after him that night.
Satisfied with how dry Dennis was, Andrew placed a gentle kiss to his hip, putting on the boy’s socks before standing up slowly. He helped Dennis into his sweatshirt, running his fingers through the boy’s damp hair.
“I’d like to kiss you.” Andrew whispered, thumb brushing the younger man’s cheek slowly. “If…that’s okay with you.”
Dennis felt himself wanting to laugh a little, but he kept it to himself, swallowing the sound. He's never really been asked that before, very much used to others taking what they wanted from Dennis. It was strange, but oddly a little arousing. Sweet, too. The look in Andrew’s speckled eyes made Dennis’s stomach feel…warm. “It’s okay with me,” Dennis nodded after a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as the older man leant in. Once again, Andrew kept his eyes open as they kissed, watching as Dennis’s expression melted into something sweet and blissful, the worry in his brow fading, pink blush darkening across his cheeks. Dennis was so angelic in appearance, Andrew wasn’t sure how someone could treat him like that.
He’d deal with that later, though.
For now, Dennis’s soft hands were slipping underneath his shirt, exploring the broad expanse of his chest under the fabric. Andrew’s eyes fluttered shut just before the younger man pulled back. He smiled a little down at Denis, hand still cupping the boy’s cheek, “We don’t have to…” He shook his head, more than happy to just have one kiss and call it quits for the night.
“But what if I want to?” Dennis whispered, their lips brushing and ghosting as they talked, hands now on Pope’s belt, working it open. “What if I want you to undress…and get in bed with me? What if I want to kiss and touch until you’re hard…however long that takes…and have you fuck me like I need it?”
Andrew let out a shuddering breath into Dennis’s mouth, brushing their lips together in a small kiss, swallowing his words. Okay, he was most definitely interested, even if he did want to be a gentleman. He nodded, pulling his shirt off of his body, tossing it into the laundry basket. Dennis helped him out of his trousers and boxers in one swift motion, the clothes joining the shirt in the hamper. Even though it was his own bed, Dennis was the one pulling him into it, slipping under the comfortable, clean sheets.
Their bodies slotted together almost effortlessly, Dennis’s leg draping around Andrew’s waist as they cupped one another’s faces. This time, Andrew allowed his eyes to flutter closed as they kissed, hand trialling into the mess of slightly damp curls. He toyed with them for a long moment, before his hand moved back down, caressing the boy's face and neck softly. Dennis made pretty little noises as they kissed, soft, breathy whimpers slipping from his lips into Pope’s wanting mouth. The older man made his own noises in response, small groans feeding back into Dennis’s mouth, letting the younger man know just how much he was enjoying himself.
“Been thinking about you…” Dennis whispered between deep kisses, his own hand exploring the man’s chest, thumb brushing his nipples. “Regretted not staying…I wish I had.”
“Been thinking about you, too,” Andrew whispered back truthfully, breath hitching slightly when Dennis punched at his nipple curiously. His cock twitched weakly, and he desperately hoped tonight would be a good night for him and his cock. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered.
Blush coloured Dennis’s cheeks, a coy little smile on his lips. “You must be speaking from experience,” he replied, lips trailing down the man’s jaw and neck, nibbling gently at the warm skin. Something about Andrew felt more solid than Robby ever had. More secure and stable despite having not known the man…well, at all, really. Andrew seemed like a man that knew he wasn’t perfect and was willing to do the work to be better. Robby knew that he wasn’t the perfect man, that he had problems, yet he had no interest in improving or bettering himself in any way. Whatever it meant, Dennis was going to chase it. He was going to cling on as long as the older man would let him. He felt Andrew shiver under his kisses, the older man’s hand caressing his side, moving to lightly grope his ass. Almost hesitant.
“It’s okay…” Dennis whispered, bringing their lips together in another kiss. Slow. Deep. Sweet. “You can touch me, Andrew. Anywhere you want to.”
“You’re sure?” Andrew’s eyes searched Dennis’s, thumb brushing along his blushed bottom lip. When Dennis nodded, Andrew’s hand returned to the plush flesh of his ass, groping a little firmer. The resulting moan from Dennis had the older man blushing, dusty rose coating his cheeks. Their lips clashed together once more in a slightly more desperate kiss, Dennis’s tongue slowly slipping into Andrew’s mouth with a shared moan.
They continued to explore one another's bodies slowly, curious hands mapping scars and blemishes, fingers playing dot-to-dot with sun kissed freckles and moles. Fuzzy minds filing away information whenever one of them gasped or whimpered, savouring which parts of the body liked what. What made the other person tick. Dennis lay warm and wet kisses down the whole of Andrew’s body, over scars that he didn’t question. Andrew copied his actions, kissing from his forehead all the way down to the tips of his toes, delighting in the little giggles Dennis let out when his breath tickled his flesh.
Andrew’s breath hitched when Dennis’s hand finally wrapped around his mostly hard cock, stroking up and down slowly. Precome beaded and drooled from the tip, slicking Dennis’s movements pleasantly. Andrew’s own hand moved between Dennis’s thighs, stroking the younger man’s cock in slow motions, matching his pace.
“You feel amazing…” Dennis whispered, whimpering softly into their next kiss. He was already very wet from just the kissing and touching, having always been quick to arousal. He didn’t mind that they’d been kissing for almost an hour at this rate, he would wait longer if he needed to. Though, with the way Andrew was throbbing and twitching in his hand, he doubted that he would be waiting very much longer to get what he wanted.
The older man flushed like he had never received a compliment before, burying his face in the crook of Dennis’s bitten neck. His fingers slipped down from the man’s cock to his slick hole, pushing two fingers inside slowly, listening to Dennis’s breath hitch and his hole flutter around him. He pumped his fingers slowly, getting him used to the stretch as they continued to kiss lazily. “Is that okay? It feels good?”
With a small huff, Dennis nodded, brushing their noses together almost tenderly. “Amazing,” He replied breathlessly. “I think… I think I want you inside me…properly.”
“Yeah?” Andrew whispered back, pulling away from the safety of the younger man’s neck to look up at him, pupils blown. He pulled his fingers free from Dennis’s cunt, bringing them to the younger man’s lips, pushing them into his mouth slowly. “On your back…I want to keep looking at you.”
His bitten lips wrapped around Andrew’s fingers, tasting himself with a soft moan. At the man’s next words, Dennis shifted onto his back, getting nice and comfortable amidst the pillows, curls fanning out on the dark fabric. Andrew moved between his legs, hard cock leaking heavily between his muscled thighs, tip of his cock kissing at Dennis’s swollen clit. They both moaned softly, clearly very sensitive from all the kissing and touching they had done beforehand. Before Andrew could ask if he was ready, Dennis was whining impatiently for the man to just fuck him, already. Well, as much as Andrew liked asking for consent, he knew that he didn’t need to ask twice, not when Dennis was squirming and whining underneath him.
Slowly, pressing the younger man’s knees to his chest, Andrew pushed his cock inside with a loud, long moan. His head fell forward, lips attacking the warmed flesh of Dennis’s neck once again. He slowly pushed himself inside until he was buried balls deep inside of Dennis, cock pulsing excitedly inside of him. Under him, Dennis was already a moaning mess, back arching from the bed as he adjusted to the size of Andrew’s fully hard cock. He hit him deeper than Robby did, stretching him right to his limit, filling Dennis’s belly with a fuzzy warmth that he could see himself getting used to. Dennis panted softly, hand trailing from Andrew’s stomach up to his chest, before tangling in the older man’s dark curl, “F-Fuck, Andrew…You can move, it’s ok.” He nodded, more than ready to get fucked.
Unable to pull any words from the jumble of his brain, the older man simply nodded. He slowly pulled out to the tip, head tilted down to watch the spot where their bodies met, watching as his cock disappeared back inside Dennis with a lewdly wet sound. The pair moaned loudly together, long strokes and deep thrusts leaving them both trembling.
Within minutes, Andrew had set a firm, deep and slow pace, his balls smacking against Dennis’s cunt with each intentional thrust. He watched intently as Dennis’s face melted in pleasure with each thrust of Andrew’s hips, mouth open as the older man punched moans from him again and again. Andrew hoped that he would get to see Dennis like this more, that he would be able to memorise each expression and never tire of them. He gently kissed away the furrow in Dennis’s brow, “He never deserved to have you like this.” The older man whispered, lips still pressed to Dennis’s sweaty brow. “He’ll never have you again…Won’t let it happen.”
“Ah!” Dennis whined, the man’s words making his head spin. He nodded quickly. No, he never wanted Robby ever again, not like that. He never wanted anyone else to see him that way at the moment, sights very much set on the older man currently bullying his cunt. “Y-Yeah? Am I all yours now?”
The older man groaned, teeth grazing Dennis’s neck now, leaving marks behind. “All mine.” He whispered, possessiveness weighing heavily on the words. “If I ever saw him…got my hands on him,” he panted, his thrusts picking up a little. They remained deep, though, forcing Dennis to feel and enjoy every inch. “I’d fuck him up…he’d never mess you around…a-again, Dennis. Fuck,”
Andrew’s promise made Dennis shiver. It should scare him a little, a man he’s only met twice is on top of him, promising to beat up his ex…boyfriend? Whatever they were, it should scare him. But, it doesn’t. It only serves to arouse him more, his nails dragging down the older man’s back slowly, sure to leave marks of his own. His hands grabbed at Andrew’s ass, urging the man impossibly deeper, “Oh, Andrew!” He moaned loudly, eyes watering slightly as the man hit all the right spots inside of him. “Y-You feel so good…fuck me so good. Holy- Hnnn!”
Voice gruff and full of pleasure, Andrew continued to mutter in Dennis's ear as he fucked him, a mixture of praise and promise falling from his lips. When he could feel himself getting close, and the younger man tightening around him more, Andrew pulled back to look at the younger man. He grabbed his face with one firm hand, forcing Dennis to look at him, both of their eyes misty with tears of emotion and pleasure. His thumb brushed the younger man’s lip, and Dennis gladly accepted the intrusion in the warm wetness of his mouth. Andrew looked at him with that same intense gaze, blush colouring his cheeks, grown out curls falling into his face. He really was beautiful, the face of a fallen angel looking down at the as the man slowed his thrusts to something more intimate but no less amazing.
Outside, the rain continued to pour heavily. The sound of their lovemaking drowned out the sound of rain battering against the glass, and the soft claps of thunder that were slipping from the sky almost teasingly.
“That’s it,” Andrew grunted, pulling out to the tip of his cock before firmly thrusting all the way back inside. “Keep looking at me, Dennis. Don’t run away,”
The younger man whined, tears welling and falling down his flushed cheeks, orgasm building deep in his tummy. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes on Andrew, fighting the urge to look away or to hide his face in the older man’s neck. It felt so raw and intimate, being forced to look deep into the recesses of Andrew’s soul, staring deeper than he ever had with Robby. Then the other man had ever allowed him to. Andrew seemed keen, almost desperate, for Dennis to see him fully. To know what kind of man he was, to see that he was good, even through the haze of almost cosmic pleasure. It was too much and not enough all at once, pleasure peaking inside him.
“A-Andrew…” He panted, eyes wide as he stared up at the older man, tears continuing to fall with each thrust of the other’s hips.
The older man nodded, seemingly reading his mind. “Come…It’s okay, come.”
Dennis choked on a sob, the man’s permission pushing him over the edge very suddenly. He did his best to keep his eyes on Andrew, but he just couldn’t help it when his eyes rolled back into his head and his body began to tremble and spasm. His cunt clenched tightly around Andrew’s cock as he squirted messily around the older man, a symphony of wails and cries falling from his kiss-swollen lips. His toes curled tightly enough to send cramps up his shaking legs, Andrew continuing to fuck him the whole time. He worked the younger man through his orgasm, focussing entirely on Dennis’s body and his pleasure, thumb brushing the boy’s hard cock slowly. He groaned lowly when Dennis squirted, his cock throbbing intensely. He forced himself to hold his own orgasm back, until he was sure that Dennis was wrung dry.
The younger man babbled, and Andrew couldn’t hold off his own orgasm anymore, not when Dennis looked and felt fucking amazing. “Oh, fuck, Dennis…!” The man let out a loud moan as he suddenly pulled out, watching Dennis’s hole flutter and gape around nothing as Andrew stroked his own cock eagerly.
“Please…” Dennis whined, biting his lip. He opened his mouth to beg again, but he didn’t need to. With another loud moan, Andrew was coming all over Dennis’s cunt and stomach, his lips pulled back into a snarl of pleasure. He worked himself into oversensitivity, stomach clenched tight. He felt a little dizzy from it. It had been the first orgasm he’d had since the last time he fucked Dennis - touching himself wasn’t something that Andrew usually did. Entirely spent, the older man flopped down next to Dennis, pulling him to his chest. Only then did he notice that his own cheeks were wet, tears falling down his cheeks as he pressed kisses to Dennis’s halo of curls. The younger man cried in his arms, whimpering and shuddering as his emotions wracked through them. They both felt entirely raw, as though they had been flayed open and put on display, the moment of intimacy breaking way for all sorts of unfamiliar feelings.
The pair laid in one another's arms until they both found themselves falling victim to tiredness, heavy eyelids fluttering shut, bodies slowly going limp. Sleep wasn’t always easy for Andrew, but he found himself sleeping better than ever with the solid, warm weight of Dennis on his chest.
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The next morning, Andrew was more than happy to see Dennis still in his bed. The younger man had rolled away in his sleep, now lying on his front as he snored softly. Andrew smiled to himself, slipping out of bed to head into the kitchen and get started on breakfast. He assumed that Dennis didn’t have work that day, and neither did Andrew, so he decided to be a little fancy with breakfast.
He wasn’t the best cook ever, but he could make some decent pancakes and hashbrowns. Hell, he could fry up some pretty good bacon, too. The smell must’ve roused Dennis, the boy sleeping plodding down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was wearing one of the older man’s sweatshirts, seemingly having helped himself to the article of clothing before his nose led him down into the kitchen.
“Hey,” Dennis smiled tiredly, gladly accepting the cup of coffee that was handed to him. He took a seat at the dining table, scrolling through his phone that he had brought down with him. He texted Trinity, just letting her know that he was safe and he would give her the gossip ASAP. She would probably say ‘I told you so’, before swiftly offering to slash Robby’s tires on his dumb motorcycle.
After a few more minutes, breakfast was placed before him and Andrew took his seat. They began chatting quietly about the night before and about their plans for the rest of the week, before Dennis’s phone rang.
Robby’s name flashed on the screen.
Dennis paused for a moment, before Andrew simply reached over and declined the call. The younger man smiled, opening his phone so that he could block Robby’s number without second thought.
And, God, did it feel good.
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Four years later.
With a hand on the swell of his tummy, Dennis slowly lowered himself onto the sofa next to Andrew, letting out a soft grunt. These days, Dennis couldn’t wear much else besides oversized sweatshirts and loose yoga pants, belly round and heavy with the baby he had been carrying for the last eight months. He huffed softly, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder as they watched ‘Gossip Girl’, even if Andrew pretended he didn’t like the show.
The positive pregnancy test hadn’t been a huge surprise. They’d talked about it early on in their relationship, before Dennis had even moved in. Before they even had an official title on their relationship. Andrew made it clear that he wanted children, and Dennis made it equally clear that was something he also wanted. Had always wanted, even when he knew Robby wouldn’t give it to him. Though, with Andrew, Dennis never had to deny parts of himself to be with the other man. Their relationship had developed quickly, not-so-casual sex becoming dates and courting. Courting became Andrew asking Dennis to be his boyfriend. Asking Dennis to be his boyfriend turned into Dennis moving into his home.
Trinity had been sad to see him go, helping him pack up. Those days had been particularly tearful, hiding teary expressions as Trinity helped pack Dennis’s belongings into boxes.
“It’s not the end of us, you know.” Dennis had muttered, cuddled in bed with the woman the night before he was due to move out. “I’m still gonna be here…eating your avocados…asking you stupid questions.”
“I know,” She sniffled, nodding. “I’m gonna be at your place constantly. You better cut me a spare key.”
Dennis did the following week.
That was almost five years ago, now. Dennis had moved in with Andrew six months into their relationship, and things had been nearly perfect ever since. Andrew had opened up to him about his past, and Dennis had done the same in return. The older man even began seeing a therapist and took up cooking as a hobby to give him a creative outlet for his emotions. He got back on his meds, and felt the most regulated he had in his entire life. He doubted he would be there without Dennis. The man was his reasoning for getting up every morning. For going to therapy. For making himself a better man, a better boyfriend
At the two year mark, Andrew asked Dennis to marry him under the stars in their back yard. They had been enjoying a moon lit picnic, when Andrew pulled out the most beautiful ring Dennis had ever seen. Of course, the younger man had said yes without a second of hesitation, and they were married that fall. It was a small and intimate event, with only a few of their closest friends in attendance. Of course, Trinity was Dennis’s best woman. How could she not be? The reception was held back at the Cody-Whitaker household, champagne and homemade cake being shared along with embarrassing memories and crazy stories.
Their dog, a little chihuahua, had come along at the third year mark. Dennis had seen her advertised on Instagram on a rescues page, and Andrew had fallen in love before they’d even met her. Her name was Peanut, and she fit right into their little family. Instantly spoiled.
Okay, maybe the positive test had been a surprise. They were exactly ‘trying’, but they weren’t ‘not trying’ either. Dennis had stopped birth control and his hormones, allowing his cycle to sync back up. Andrew had never really worn condoms, but he was certainly pulling out a lot less. When Dennis’s morning sickness lasted more than a few days, the young man had taken a test at work, calling Andrew in the ambulance bay to break the news. He couldn’t remember who had been more excited, just that there was a lot of happy screaming.
“How’s she treating you today?” Andrew asked, his hand splaying over Dennis’s belly in hopes of feeling their baby kick. She was most active at night, much to Dennis’s dismay.
The younger man groaned, “Well, she’s been pressing on my bladder all day, but other than that…I’m so excited to meet our little bird.” Dennis chuckled, pressing a kiss to Andrew’s head.
Upstairs, a nursery was already waiting. Blush pink and sage green, with the cutest woodland wallpaper ever, and a perfectly built cot. Her drawers were fit to bursting, full of everything she could possibly need for at least the first year of her life. Toys and stuffed animals decorated the room, a big armchair in the corner of the room for nursing, and a hand painted changing table against the wall. There were almost endless presents from her aunties and uncles around the house - bottles, clothes, a car seat and bassinet. Their little bird was already loved so fiercely by those in her life, and she didn’t even know it yet.
Andrew had never believed that he would get to be a father, and as the days passed, he only grew more and more excited for that day to come. For the day where he could hold their little girl in his arms. For the day they would bring her home. He couldn’t wait to care for Dennis and for their baby, to nurse Dennis back to health after his c-section and nine long months of keeping their baby healthy and safe. He couldn’t wait for long nights and learning everything there was to know about fatherhood.
With a small huff, Peanut jumped up onto the sofa and wormed her way onto Andrew’s lap.
Happy, and excited for what awaited them in the near future, the couple melted into the sofa cushions and enjoyed their peaceful day together. They really only moved from the sofa when Dennis needed the bathroom, Andrew coming with him to listen to him grumble and complain.
The older man smiled to himself, watching his husband waddle back to the sofa.
Finally, he had everything he’d ever wished for and more.