Tag: damien/robert

hey cyber. hey. *whispers into mic* imagine robert taking his first ever dicking from damien and he’s a whiny teary eyed mess and mary is there to hold him and calm him down by letting him suck at her tits and drink up her milk like the good boy he is and she just strokes his hair through it all

(male terms for Damien’s genitals)

Robert groans, biceps trembling as his elbows give way and he forces himself to lock them back into place. His back is tense, fingers gripping for dear life at the blanket they laid out on the floor in front of Damien’s fireplace.

Damien hums, hips stilling, one hand slowly dragging along the dip of Robert’s spine.

“Relax,” he murmurs, eyes fixed down where his sleek, silicone cock is only halfway inside the warm clutch of Robert’s body. He grabs at one cheek, pulling it to the side, thumb inching over to pet along the pouty rim of Robert’s hole. “You’re so good. Taking my cock like a champ.”

It does not seem to relax him, though; Robert whines and lets his head fall between his hunched shoulders. He is fighting his own body’s response to crawl away from the intrusion, and it leaves him tense and unhappy and needier than ever to be fucked and dominated by Damien.

Mary pets over his unwashed hair once, then grips it hard and yanks his head back to see the grimace on his face and the wet shine to his eyes.

“Don’t cry now,” she murmurs and shuffles closer, the soft smell of milk all around her; she hasn’t let any of her boys nurse for the whole day, anticipating Robert’s little hiccup. She knows her boy, after all. “Here. Nurse on mommy, while you’re getting dicked like you need to.”

Robert’s mouth tightens into a petulant line for a moment, squinting at her unhappily, but the sight of her breasts heavy with milk, nipples large and dark and in dire need of a mouth distracts him from her belittling attitude rather quickly.

Damien chuckles as he watches Robert latch on; suckling loud and rude; smacking his wet lips every now and then as his body relaxes. It takes some awkward maneuvering as he wants to stop holding himself up and instead lie down on Mary, but eventually they manage it to get her beneath him in a way that allows him to nurse with his head on her tits.

His body goes soft and pliant for Damien, then; his cock slipping in on a sudden, wet slide as the deathgrip of Robert’s inner muscles ease up and let him slip in smoothly.

He takes it well, then; groans low and delirious as Damien fucks him with easy, fluid motions, one hand at the middle of his friend’s back, the other still spreading his ass and allowing Damien to look his fill.

Whenever he breathes in deep enough, the binder makes itself known around his ribs; secure and restricting in a way that is oddly freeing. 

“Taking it so well,” he murmurs, belly tight with heat whenever the base of the harness presses against his swollen, needy cock. Watching Robert messily eat, lips wet and glazed with milk, he starts wishing for that very mouth on his dick; and maybe he’ll treat himself to it later, after he’s fucked Robert good and proper and treated him to his first anal orgasm… because the way the man squirms and groans, he seems to be delightfully sensitive.

@robotfvckers prompted Damien/Robert with soft dom Damien and formerly abused sub Robert and I was like ‘yes… it is me brand. good.’

Damien with puppy play will come sometime later today :3c

Edit: Male terms used for Damien’s genitals

Robert is not allowed to drink before coming to Damien’s house, and while he has been very good about that rule, his demeanor makes Damien wonder sometimes anyway.

He moves sluggishly, his eyes blinking slow. He stumbles sometimes. 

Robert is nervous and skittish and most of the time looks like he’s about to keel over. Damien has made a point of starting their encounters by cradling Robert’s jaw between his hands and staring at his eyes intently. If Robert knows he does so in order to discretely smell his breath, he has never said so.

He gets his wild, uncombed hair petted after inspection, and is then released to stagger his unsteady way into the lounge.

Robert without alcohol is a wreck; yet he still always comes to him perfectly sober. It hurts to watch him sometimes, though; how he jerks away when he turns and sees Damien holding a blunt butter knife; how his hands shake too hard to take a sip from his tea without spilling it everywhere.

Damien has taken to feeding him, and that works. Works very well, indeed.

“Lie down on the couch, darling,” Damien murmurs, fingertips rubbing along Robert’s jaw, watching him faintly sway on his knees as if following some unseen music.

His large, dark eyes blink up at him mutely, a bit of suspicion in them. Damien smirks. “I want to use your mouth, if that’s alright with you.”

Robert has not shaved in a week-or-so, but he’s not going to push him about it. Babysteps, as they say.

Robert makes a soft sound when he descends on him; high and vulnerable, his hands a bit sweaty as they slide smoothly from Damien’s legs up his ass and up his back as far as possible; the tips dipping beneath the line of Damien’s binder.

“Shush,” Damien murmurs, hands carding through Robert’s hair, staring down intently into his eyes. “You are a good boy. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He lowers himself a bit; watches how Robert’s eyes go a little glassy as he lets him smell him; lets his humid pubes tickle the back of his nose; his swollen cock tap against the tip to make him jerk a bit, then angle his chin up. Greedy. Offering his jaw.

“That’s it,” Damien purrs, carefully seating himself, eyes fluttering closed as Robert’s lips curl around his dick, suckling tentatively. “Holy-” he takes a deep, shuddering breath; feels Robert’s fingertips slip from beneath the binder, his hands slowly trailing back down. Relaxing. Settling in to do his task as he realizes that what has been said is actually happening.

No surprises with this one, Damien reminds himself. This one wants something steady. Something dependable; even if he might not know it himself.

Robert is slow and sluggish in sucking him off, but Damien doesn’t mind. His face looks relaxed beneath him, eyes fluttered shut. Just enjoying the salty taste bursting across his tongue, swollen mouth feeling so delicious against Damien’s needy core.

He wants to hold him down, sometimes; fuck his mouth. Command him to suck so hard until it hurts… but Robert needs something else for now, and that is good as well.

He’s such a good boy. He’d done a double take when Damien had pulled his shirt off, that very first time, but never said anything about it; just taken it in stride – way more interested in getting on his knees and being gently bossed around.

He adores him in his own quiet, brooding way; that much is obvious. Glancing up at him with those dark, needy eyes as one blunt fingertips traces across Damien’s hole; pressing playfully against the tight muscle.

Damien smirks, the fingers in Robert’s hair tightening; pulling a bit more sharply at the roots, until Robert groans drawn out with Damien’s cock pressed swollen against his tongue.

“Cheeky boy,” Damien whispers, hips moving gently, dragging his dick across that hot, messy mouth. “Maybe some other day. I think I want to fuck you tonight…”

Damien listens to him whimper, high and pathetic, fingers digging into Damien’s thighs as he gets to work with a renewed vigor that sizzles up his spine in hot, delirious bursts.

He lets his head fall back, dark hair cascading down, tickling the small of his back.

The night is still young.