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Robby neglected to school his features, exhaustion weighing heavy on him from another hellish shift. He didn’t even mean to look up at Jack, but something caught his attention, he couldn’t even remember what it was.
With his brain foggy and fuzzy, he looked up through his eyelashes, gaze catching on Abbot, who was leaning over the counter, forearms on display, biceps flexing, threatening to rip the fabric of his tight black shirt.
Michael looked like something out of a museum, with the way he looked up at Jack, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open just a fraction.
“See something you like, Robinavitch?” Jack chuckled, interrupting Robby’s staring, looking down at him. It wasn’t often Jack was looking down at him.
He just coughed, shaking his head. “Nope.” Michael promptly chose to ignore the way butterflies were fluttering in his stomach and chest.
Jack scoffed, shaking his head. He moved a few steps closer to the other man, grabbing him by the nape of his neck possessively. Robby sighed softly in response, eyes fluttering closed as he leant into the touch. He was always so responsive for Jack.
He knew what he looked like, looking down at Robby, pupils blown wide, feeding off of the reaction he knew he would get out of the other man. “Good boy,” Abbot murmured for no one but Robby to hear.
“Finish this chart and head home, okay?” Jack said softly, scratching through the hair at the base of Robby’s neck, sending a delightful shiver down his spine.
“Mmhmm,” Robby hummed, eyes still closed. His tongue flicked out across his lower lip on instinct, moistening the dry skin.
“We’re both off tomorrow,” Jack said softly, tugging on Michael’s hair to get him to look at him.
Robby’s eyes flew open, pupils blown wide as he stared up at Jack, who was standing over him, a smirk on his features as he drank in the sight of his husband.
“Go home, shower, get clean, eat something, and go to bed, okay? I’ve left a few things out for you.” Jack purred into his ear before stepping away, sensing someone walking over to the hub.
“Okay, yeah,” Robby sighed, nodding. He could do that. He could follow orders, he could be good, he was good.
Once he finished his charts, Robby did as he was told. He grabbed his things from his locker before heading back to the hub to say his goodbyes, glad to find that the rest of the day shift had already left.
He was briefly talking to Lena when Jack came back over, a brow raised. “I thought you’d be out of here by now?”
“Was waiting to say bye to you,” Robby mumbled, pulling him in for a quick hug.
Jack wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders, placing a hidden kiss to the side of his head before pulling away. He knew that Robby hated PDA, especially in the work place. That was why only some of the staff actually knew that they were married. But Jack also knew what kind of day Michael had had, and it was only Lena who was at the hub, so he felt justified in his actions.
“I’ll see you later, Mikey.” Jack said into his ear, using the nickname that was usually kept behind closed doors. It gave Robby an idea of what might be waiting for him when he got home.
“See you soon, Jackie.” Robby sighed softly, hating that he was going home just as his husband started his shift. Even after years of the arrangement, Robby was still known to sulk over the fact that they had opposite shifts most of the time.
Robby came home to a perfectly spotless house, which already proved to him that Jack had been thinking about their shared days off and what they were going to get up to.
It wasn’t that Jack and Robby were untidy, yes, they had clutter, their home lived in, but they weren’t messy. One of Jack’s tells, if he had been thinking about something a lot, was that he would end up doing a deep clean of the kitchen, usually after baking something.
Robby wasn’t surprised to find a rack of cookies sitting on the kitchen counter, a tea towel covering them as they cooled. The cookie was still warm when Robby picked it up, and promptly ate it. If he ate another 3, well, that was his business.
Jack was the cook out of the two of them, as well as the baker. And Robby had no complaints, he had managed to burn pasta one time, something that Jack loved to hold over him.
They had a system, anyway. Whoever cooked didn’t do the dishes. It was just a bonus that Jack loved to cook and bake, but loathed doing dishes. Robby was happy to do them if it meant he got to eat more of Jack’s food.
There were no dishes to be done, Michael found, which only proved his point further, that Jack had something on his mind.
He trudged to the master bedroom, after he finished eating his fill of the cookies, and stripped out of his scrubs and undershirt, wanting nothing more than to wash away the day. He threw the dirty clothes into the hamper that was kept by their dressers. He was about to find something to change back into after his shower when he remembered what Jack had said.
Robby looked over at the bed, and what was laid out for him. Jack had already gone through the effort of putting out his favourite sleep shirt, a pair of cotton boxers, one of Jack’s own hoodies, and some fuzzy socks. Robby smiled to himself, already planning on returning the thoughtful gesture somehow.
Robby grabbed his phone from where he had thrown it on his bedside dresser, opening Jack’s contact and quickly texting him.
Robby: Thank you, sir
Jack: You’re welcome, Mikey. Shower and get clean, there's things in the bathroom for you too. Love you xx
Robby blushed, sending a quick ‘yes, sir, love you too’ back to him before he slipped into the ensuite bathroom.
Jack had laid out his favourite fluffy towel, a new bottle of his favourite vanilla body wash that he had just ran out of, a face wash, deodorant, moisturiser, lube, and his plug.
Robby bit his lip, a wave of emotion washing over him. He didn’t know what he did to deserve Jack, but whatever it was had to have been big.
Robby got the shower running, put his body and face wash on to the built in caddy that he had fought Jack on when they renovated the bathroom, and waited for the water to heat up before stepping under the spray.
He felt the way his muscles relaxed as the hot water beat down his back and shoulders. Robby took a minute to just enjoy the water pressure, moving around incrementally so the spray hit his neck, then each shoulder, and his lower back.
Once he was satisfied, he started lathering up his body with Jack’s body wash before the vanilla body wash he loved, making sure to get every nook and cranny. He loved the way it hydrated his skin and left him smelling and feeling soft and sweet. It mixed perfectly with Jack’s sandalwood-y soap, he thought.
When he was clean, fully clean, he stepped out of the shower, turning off the water as he went, and bundled up in the fluffy towel Jack had left out for him. Maybe he had been some sort of miracle worker in a past life or something, to deserve being looked after so thoroughly by Jack.
He brushed his teeth and used his husband's hair product and hair dryer, still wrapped up in the oversized towel. It was practically a blanket. Robby loved the way he could wrap it around his shoulders like a cape, and he would be covered from neck to toe.
Michael realised he had left all of the clothes, that were laid out by said husband, on the bed. He trudged back to the other room, making sure his feet were dry first so he didn’t have any awkward damp spots on the carpet that could make his socks wet, grabbed the clothes, and went back into the bathroom.
He was meticulous as he got dressed, deodorant on first before he put on his sleep shirt, hoodie next, then socks. He left the boxers until last, having to prep himself and get his plug settled before he put them on. Which he did next.
Leaning over the bathroom counter, one arm supporting him, he dropped his head against his forearm, panting. Knowing that Jack knew exactly what he would be doing sent a shiver down his spine, egging him on.
He didn’t bother with a third finger, wanting to feel the stretch of the plug when he slowly pushed it in. He was red in the face, his thighs trembling as he worked the toy past his rim.
It was always overwhelming for him, having to put his plug in by himself. Jack knew how wrecked he would get, how much restraint Michael had to have to only do what he was told and nothing more.
With the plug in, settled against his prostate and already driving him insane, Robby had a thought.
He pulled his phone from the pocket of the hoodie and took a photo of himself in the bathroom mirror, and he looked as ruined as he felt. His hair was mused, pupils blown wide and glassy, his cheeks red,the flush spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck, his shoulders hunched, his arm still braced against the counter to hold him up. Robby didn’t trust himself to move yet.
He sent the photo to Jack without any context, the second photo he sent being all the explanation the other man would need.
The second photo being from behind Robby, showing off the plug, and how he was bent over the bathroom counter, in nothing but Jack’s hoodie over his sleep shirt.
Robby wasn’t expecting a response from him for a while, and he was content with waiting, enjoying the lead up. He always did.
When he accused Jack of being a tease, he would just scoff at him, reminding him how much he loved the anticipation, and, well, Robby couldn’t deny it.
Once he felt like he could safely stand back on his own two feet, he slipped on his boxers, hung his towel up properly, grabbed the lube, and made a b line for the bed.
Robby didn’t realise how tired he actually was until he was laying down, his head half on his own pillow, with Jack’s between his arms, his head half on that pillow as well. He quickly fell asleep, holding the pillow close to his chest, surrounded by his husband's scent.
”Sir, please, I’ll be good-” Robby whimpered, grasping at Jack, trying to pull him closer and down. Robby needed to touch him, needed him closer.
Jack moved a hand from his hip, reaching to take Michael’s hand in his. It seemed to help the other man, a soft sigh slipping from his lips, that was quickly interrupted by a choked off moan.
Jack hummed around him, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, moving his other arm to bracket across Robby’s hips, holding him down and still.
“Fuck, please-” Robby moaned, “I can’t, i, Sir, I can’t-” his hips twitched, the movement quickly stilled by Jack, who hummed around him again.
“Close, close, Sir,” he slurred, breathing shallow as he panted, unable to stop the whines and moans from slipping past his lips.
Jack pulled off his cock with a pornographic ‘pop’, smiling up at him. “No cumming until I say so,”
Robby all but sobbed, his impending orgasm slipping away, leaving him wanting and breathless. “Please Sir, please, need t’ cum, please-”
Robby whined, the dream slipping away as he blinked his eyes open, his dick hard and straining against the constraints of his twisted boxers. He breathed heavily, trying to come back down to earth, his heart hammering in his chest, hips twitching.
“Good dream, Mikey?” Jack cooed, running a hand up and down his back, grounding.
Robby moaned softly, trying to bury himself further into Jack’s chest, needing to be closer, needing to find some kind of friction, some kind of release.
“Sir,” he managed, hands moving to grip at him better, one hand gripping at Jack’s sleep shirt, the other gripping his bicep like a life line.
“Open your eyes, look at me,” Jack coaxed, his hands moving to cup Robby’s cheek, thumb running along his cheekbone.
Robby blinked his eyes open, meeting Jack’s lust filled gaze. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide as he took him in. “Hi, sir,” He mumbled happily, wriggling closer.
His movements were interrupted by the way his boxers strained against him, seeming to have twisted in his sleep in such a way that was trapping him. He gasped as his cock caught on the already damp fabric, sending sparks to go off behind his eyes and down his back.
“Fuck!-”
“Shh, it's okay, Mikey, let me help.” Jack offered gently, moving his hand from his cheek down his side to the waist band of his boxers. He carefully tugged them away, pulling them down the other man's thighs, his cock slapping against the exposed skin of his stomach where Robby’s sleep shirt and hoodie rode up.
“Is that better?” He teased, tracing the pads of his fingers along his cock, making Robby choke on his breath.
“Sir, fuck, please, ohmygod-” Robby whined, burying his face into the space between Jack’s shoulder and neck.
“You know better than to hide from me, sweetheart.” Jack growled, moving his other hand to tug at Robby’s hair, pulling his head back.
Robby already looked fucked out, the way he looked up at Jack. His eyes were glassy and wide, his pupils taking up almost all of his eyes, lips parted and spit slick. Jack held him there and moved to meet him, kissing him softly.
Robby could only groan, trying his best to kiss back, but with how fuzzy his brain was feeling, how heavy his eyelids and limbs felt, he wasn’t sure he was doing a very good job of it.
Jack swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, Robby granting him entry immediately. It felt like Jack was stealing his breath, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He didn’t want to. As they kissed like horny teenagers, Jack finally wrapped his hand around Robby’s leaking cock.
He gasped, hips bucking violently, brain offline, instinct taking over as Jack overwhelmed him with his touch.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Jack cooed condescendingly, trailing kisses down his neck, biting where his neck met his shoulder, knowing how it drove the other man crazy. “Tell me what you need, Mikey.”
Robby was at a loss for words, unable to do anything but take what he was given, Jack’s hand still in his hair, tugging his head back so he had better access along the column of his throat, his other hand working his dick in a torturously slow rhythm.
He tried to speak, trying to vocalize what he wanted, what he desperately needed, but nothing seemed to work, the only sounds coming from him being pathetic little whines and moans, unable to form a sentence.
“Please, ah! I, I need, Sir, can- mmfh, f-fuck, oh,”
“What was that, Mikey? Hm? Speak up, sweetheart.”
“I, oh fuck!” Robby tried again, getting cut off by a loud moan as Jack’s hand moved from his cock to the plug, grinding it against his prostate before slowly pulling it out before fucking it back into him.
He was distantly aware of how he was shaking but couldn’t do anything about it if he tried.
“Please, sir, please,” Robby slurred, trying to move back to meet the thrusts of the plug, his cock twitching as it lay neglected against the hair on his stomach. “Please, fuck me, please sir, ‘s so good, i’ll be good,” he panted, still gripping at the other mans shirt and bicep.
“Such good manners, going so well, good boy, Mikey.” he praised, thrusting the plug back into him once more before removing it completely. He chuckled at the pathetic whine his boy let out at the empty feeling.
“I need you to roll over for me, sweetheart, on your knees, chest down.” Jack cooed, kissing him softly before moving so Robby could get into position and he could get behind him.
Robby kissed back desperately, and refused to let go of Jack’s hand once he got a hold of it, unbothered by the fact that it meant he was barely holding himself up with one arm, the other across his lower back, clinging onto the life line of Jack’s hand as he presented for him.
“Hold on, Mikey, let's get your arm more comfortable, okay? I’ll still hold your hand, don’t worry.” Jack assured, letting go of his hand and helping him move his arm and shoulder into a better position before entwining their fingers once again.
Robby sighed softly into the mattress, resting his head on the side so he could still breathe, and as to not muffle his noises. Jack hated it when he tried to stop himself from being so loud, and had trained it out of him with a very convincing reward system (read: orgasms).
“You ready, Mikey?” he was checking in without breaking the spell that had seemed to cast over them.
“Yessir,” Robby slurred happily, wiggling his hips to show his enthusiasm. Jack chuckled from behind him, leaning down to place a line of kisses along his shoulder blades and spine, making Michael relax further into the sheets below him. He was putty in Sir’s hands, and Jack knew it. Used it to his advantage.
Robby’s eyes slipped closed as Jack pushed in, a long moan leaving his kiss swollen lips at the feeling of finally being full. Jack grunted in response, purposefully going slow, no matter how badly he wanted to fuck into his sweet boy and turn him into a crying mess. He waited until Robby gave him the go ahead.
“So tight, Mikey, so fucking good for me, hm?” Jack panted, his free hand gripping his hip like his life depended on it. His control certainly did.
“Please sir, fuck me, please, I need you, I need-” Robby started babbling, pushing back into him even though jack’s pelvis was flush with his ass, even though Jack was fully seated inside him.
“Good manners, boy.” Jack praised as he pulled out, Robby whining at the loss, before thrusting back in, starting a brutal pace that had Robby drooling onto the bedsheets.
It wasn’t long before Robby was practically sobbing, one hand gripping the bed sheets with white knuckles, the other gripping Jack’s hand desperately. He couldn’t control how he moaned and whined, words that formed in his head, what he was trying to say, becoming unintelligible between whines. Robby just had to hope that Jack knew what he wanted, what he needed.
There was nothing going through his head, any and every thought too far away to grasp. All Robby could think was there, there, there, please, sir, sir, sir, so good, more, need and there was no way he was actually saying these things.
“Oh, Mikey, fuck, you feel so good, taking me so well,” Jack grunted, the sound of his hips meeting Robby’s filling the room along with stuttered breaths and moans. Jack was drinking it in, every whimper, every attempt at a word.
“Nngh-! Sir, needd, plea, ugghmm,” Robby babbled, feeling the tell tale zing of pleasure at the base of his spine, his cock twitching, untouched and leaking onto the sheets below.
“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Mmmff!” he really did try to say yes sir, could have sworn it was what he was saying, the words ringing in his ears.
“You can cum whenever you need to, taking me so good, Mikey.” Jack praised, moving he hand from his hip to grasp at the short hair at the back of his head, effectively pulling him back against him.
Robby let out a loud moan, chest heaving as he tried to breath, cock twitching and hole clenching. This angle always made him overwhelmed. He loved it.
“Do you think you can cum on my cock just like this, sweetheart?” Jack teased, knowing that he could.
“Yessir, yes, ‘m good, ‘m yours- Hah, ah, f-fuck,” Robby managed to choke out, tears springing to his eyes, threatening to spill.
“Oh sweetheart, yes, you are good, you're my good boy, aren’t you?” Jack growled into his ear, moving the hand from his hair to wrap around his chest, his fingers deftly pinching his nipple as he pulled him against his chest.
Robby’s back arched, head thumping back onto Jack’s shoulder, tears rolling down his cheeks, it was all too much, too good, not enough.
“It’s okay baby, you can cum like this, i know you can,” Jack hummed, his impending orgasm creeping closer and closer with every thrust. He moved his hips slightly, trying to find that spot. He found it quickly, every thrust hitting Robby’s prostate, making him shake and cry out.
“Ah! Fuck, f-fuck, I need, sir, Jack, s-sir, I-” Robby sobbed, still gripping his hand, so so close, but something was missing.
“Tell me what you need, Mikey,” Jack whispered into his ear, kissing just below it before sucking a mark on his pulse point, marking his territory.
It came to him, what he needed from Jack. It was something he had thought about for a few months, never bringing it up, never wanting to scare him away. It was irrational, he knew, but he couldn’t help the panic that would claw up his chest when he thought about asking Jack to bite him. They weren’t vanilla by any means, but it still felt like something that might be off limits to his husband.
But it was his Husband, Robby thought to himself, and Jack would be the last person to freak out over a biting kink, out of all thing.
“Need, mff, need you to, to bite, please, need, oh fuck,” Robby whined, Jack grinding his cock into his prostate, as if he was giving him the room to speak but not really.
“Is that all, Mikey?” Jack cooed, “Of course, sweetheart. Good boy, using your words.” Jack trailed kisses down the man’s exposed throat, along to his trapezius. “This where you need it, baby?” he hummed, licking along the taut muscle.
Robby sobbed out the affirmative, cock twitching against his stomach as Jack picked back up where he left off, his thrusts hard and deep, making Robby’s eyes roll to the back of the head.
“So good for me, Mikey.” Jack praised, placing a gentle kiss to the muscle before biting down. He made sure not to break skin, but it would bruise. He couldn’t wait to use that against him, Jack thought deliriously.
Robby stilled for a moment, muscles tensing, a loud whine escaping his lips as fresh tears rolled down his red cheeks. Jack held firm with the flesh between his teeth, sucking the skin to add another layer of bruising. That seemed to do it for him.
Robby came with a cry, his cock pulsing, thick ropes spilling over his stomach and the sheets below him, his hole clenching around Jack rhythmically. Jack quickly followed with his own orgasm, having to consciously let go of the muscle between his teeth so as to not break skin.
He moved his mouth to the left, sucking a dark hickey in the crook of his neck, needing something to hold on to. Jack kept fucking Robby through his orgasm, and his own. Only once he could feel Robby shaking and struggling to hold himself up did he stop.
“Thank you, sir,” Robby slurred, letting Jack manhandle him back into a laying down position, away from the wet spot on the bed.
“You’re welcome, my good boy,” Jack hummed, kissing him softly as he settled in front of them, both men on their sides facing each other.
Robby cuddled into his chest with a sigh, eyes still closed, his breathing slowly evening out. Jack wrapped his arms around his boy, pulling him close.
He would deal with the mess later, for now, they could rest.