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“It’s crazy to think of all this biodiversity in such a small area,” Agent Stone said, eyes glued to the open book in his hands.
“Hmm?”
Robotnik was always enamored by the attentive and curious tone of his voice when he discussed something he was interested in.
“Can you imagine stumbling upon this?” Stone mused, “It’s a treasure trove of fossils.”
“Mmm,” Robotnik replied.
The Agent’s new “thing” was the Burgess Shale – a middle Cambrian fossil deposit in British Columbia. He was in the process of devouring a particularly interesting volume about it. Robotnik had come in, showered and changed, and simply didn’t have the heart to end his reading time.
The Doctor, of course, was familiar with the Burgess Shale, but Stone’s excitement breathed new life into it. Stone had that effect on everything he read about, and he read voraciously. Robotnik loved that about him, his intellectual curiosity and wide array of fascinations.
Stone chuckled and turned the page, eyes going wide at a particularly spectacular creature.
“Like this one. Look at this!” he said, turning the book around for his partner to see, “Adorable!”
Robotnik raised his head from Stone’s lap, unhanding his hard cock and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He eyed the black and white glossy image on the page. It was an organism called Opabinia, many of leg, long of snout.
“No offense, but that is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Robotnik said dryly, “And not that I’m not fascinated, but this isn’t exactly the most scintillating pillow talk.”
Stone shook his head and tousled Robotnik’s hair playfully. He knew his partner meant nothing by it.
“You know I can’t pull myself away from a good read,” he replied brightly.
“I know,” Robotnik said, “That’s why I didn’t interrupt you. Get back to it. Take a few more pages.”
Stone smiled warmly at him, nodding. He turned the book back toward him and continued, trembling lightly as the Doctor lowered his mouth onto his cock again, settling back into a slow, languid rhythm.
This was not an altogether uncommon occurrence. Robotnik would come in from work and find Stone engrossed in a book and would immediately cuddle up to him. Stone’s body would often react in a predictable way, and over time it became part of the understanding that Robotnik would take care of him while he read.
Currently, one of the Doctor’s cool hands had snaked up under his shirt, palming slowly across his warm skin. His other hand was resting on his clothed hip, mouth at work on his cock without urgency. Of course, this put Robotnik in a certain mood. He was laying on his stomach between his assistant’s legs, making it easy for him to assuage his own aching, clothed cock with a little frottage against the bed.
“Doctor, that’s great,” Stone said dreamily, though unable to tear his eyes away from the book.
Robotnik did not redouble his efforts. This was never a rushed affair. He was happy to lay there and please his partner. Stone deserved it, after all. He should be afforded the simultaneous pleasures of sex and reading, two of his favorite things. Robotnik was happy to give him that. He would follow Stone’s lead, sucking and stroking him gently until he was told otherwise.
“Can you believe the Shale is only about the size of an average city block?” Stone went on, “All of these – oh – one-of-a-kind specimens in that little space... It’s... Incredible.”
The Doctor hummed in the affirmative, rapt and listening to his every word.
His voice was starting to betray his scholarly endeavors. Robotnik didn’t push it. He was in no rush. The velvety skin of Stone’s cock against his tongue as he took him slowly to the back of his throat was more than enough for him for the moment.
When Stone’s hand found its way down into his hair, Robotnik drew in a deep breath. Stone didn’t control the speed or depth of his mouth. He just wanted to touch him, to rub his thumb gently along his hairline or scratch his nails lightly against his scalp. It made the fine hairs on the Doctor’s arms stand on end. He rubbed against the mattress a little harder, but not so hard as to disturb Stone’s reading.
“All the soft tissues were immaculately preserved because of the – ugh, yeah – of the anoxic environment, but they’re not really sure how that happened,” Stone said.
Robotnik could’ve gotten off just like this, Stone’s hand in his hair, grinding against the bed, listening to his partner’s enthused paraphrasing without disrupting or disturbing him. He wondered if he’d get to do just that, to swallow his partner’s cum while he finished on the breath of a broken quote.
This scenario had played out countless ways before. Robotnik taking him from behind, Stone on all fours reading aloud. Sometimes Stone laid on his back and read to himself while Robotnik rode his cock. Sometimes it was just like this.
Stone’s hips began to move subtly and Robotnik had a feeling that he’d reach his breaking point soon, but he still didn’t push it. A moan escaped the Agent’s lips, soft, but drawn-out. He set his book down against his stomach, still pinned open with one hand, and looked down at the Doctor.
Robotnik didn’t stop at first, giving him a bit of a show, a few more slow, drawn-out swallows, before meeting his gaze. Stone looked positively wanting and it gave him an instant little thrill. He swallowed before speaking.
“What can I do for you tonight, Agent?” he asked, voice a little rough.
“Will you make love to me?” Stone asked, “Please?”
“With pleasure,” Robotnik replied, averting his eyes with an affectionate grin, “Lift your hips up.”
Stone did as he was told, shimmying his boxers down and putting a pillow under the small of his back. After all, it was afterhours. He didn’t want to work too hard. He took up the lubricant from the nightstand and placed it in Robotnik’s waiting hand.
“Okay, now lie back down and read,” he insisted.
Stone laid back on the pillows and opened his book again sighing as he felt a slick fingertip testing his hole. He relaxed into the easy intrusion and turned the page. Robotnik lowered his mouth onto his cock again, slowly bobbing his head.
He rocked into the bed lightly, feeling Stone’s calves twitch around him. He wondered what Stone was reading about now, but didn’t want to free his mouth to ask. He swallowed his cock slowly with long, easy strokes. He didn’t want to overwhelm him too soon.
Stone was breathing deeply, eyes scanning down the page slowly. His partner’s mouth and fingers were so familiar. He could tell he was going easy on him, that tonight wouldn’t be a rough, rowdy session. Of course, Robotnik knew the distinction between Stone’s “fuck me” and “make love to me.” They’d at least start slow, and he’d follow the Agent’s lead from there.
Right now, he was sucking him and moving his fingers in time, listening to his sighs, drinking them in. He was glad of Stone’s game plan, not that he would’ve minded grinding into the sheets until his climax. He was formulating the details in his head, unhurried and patient.
Robotnik opened his eyes and looked up at the view. Stone’s toned stomach and his rucked up shirt, his face obscured by a book held in those lovely hands. He didn’t want to interrupt, as much as he wanted a glance at his lover’s face. He pressed in a second finger, humming as he did, just awash with pleasure in this serene, private moment before the real action started.
“Oh! Doctor,” Stone gasped softly from behind his book, spreading his legs a little wider, bracing his feet on the mattress.
Thankfully, he was an excellent multitasker, still able to absorb the material despite Robotnik’s pleasurable ministrations. He turned the page, briefly peeking above the binding. His partner was sprawled between his knees, head buried in his lap. Stone felt his face melt into an adoring expression as he looked back down at the page in front of him.
The Doctor continued to gently prepare him, free hand rubbing up and down the outside of his thigh in a steady, soothing rhythm. He knew Stone was ready to take him, but he drew it out, wanting to give him this quiet moment, a moment of intellectual and physical pleasure. Robotnik thought It was important to see to Stone’s needs – physical, emotional, intellectual.
Stone, of course, was up to his neck in pleasure. Not struggling to keep his head above the surface. Not tonight. Tonight, he was floating on his back, weightless, face just effortlessly above the water, hearing his own muffled heartbeat in his ears.
He closed his book, keeping his thumb in place to mark the page, letting the back cover rest on his chest. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked Robotnik’s hair, feeling him bristle enjoyably at his touch. He looked down at him, mouth full, fingers busy, and felt his shoulders sag under the weight of his affection for his strange, singular Doctor.
Robotnik looked up at him, eyes warm and inquisitive, wondering what he was feeling.
“Doctor, that feels so good,” Stone said, voice utterly relaxed, “You take such good care of me.”
Robotnik slowly lifted his head, feeling a thin strand of saliva still connecting his mouth to Stone’s shaft.
“And don’t you deserve it?” he asked rhetorically, wiping his mouth discreetly on the back of his hand, ever self-conscious of drool in his mustache.
“God, I love you,” Stone replied.
“And I, you,” Robotnik said, fixing him with an earnest look.
Stone shook his head in disbelief, a feeling he experienced often these days. He almost couldn’t believe his life now – no longer lonely, no longer pining and unfulfilled. Robotnik had given him so much. He was overwhelmed with a feeling of warmth that was growing in his chest, spreading outward.
“I’ve got to have you right now,” he said quietly.
“Happy to oblige,” Robotnik replied, sitting up between his legs.
He shifted to the edge of the bed and slipped off his pajama shirt and pants. He watched as Stone pulled his own shirt off over his head, letting it fall to the floor. He took the moment to openly admire his body as Stone turned to face him.
“Tell me how you want me,” Robotnik said.
Stone tapped his finger against his chin in thought. He had many options to consider. He shuffled forward on his knees and put his arms around his partner’s neck, bringing them nose-to-nose. He straightened up as the Doctor’s hands effortlessly glided down his sides.
“Would you bend me over?” Stone asked, “Give it to me on all fours?”
Robotnik hummed thoughtfully, as though he actually had to consider the question. His hands skimmed down the surface of Stone’s forearms.
“Of course,” he replied, “I’d like that very much.”
Stone smiled and leaned in for a brief kiss before arranging himself and his book near the foot of the bed. As he settled onto all fours, knees apart, Robotnik took in the view, shaking his head in apparent disbelief. He still could not believe that Agent Stone had the time of day for him. He sidled up behind him, running his hands down his strong thighs appreciatively.
“You look so good,” he murmured, closing the space between them, rubbing his cock against him lightly, shivering at the contact.
Stone hummed thoughtfully, opening his book to the correct page before sinking down on his elbows. Robotnik watched the muscular flex of his shoulders as he stretched his back, chest nearly touching the bed. He covered his mouth with his hand a moment, speechless.
Never one to tarry too long, Robotnik wasted no time lubricating his cock and pressing against Stone’s hole.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“So ready,” Stone replied dreamily.
Robonik took a deep breath as he allowed himself to sink in slowly, again his tightly clenched fist covering his mouth to keep any undignified whines inside. Stone just felt so good, so familiar. Once halfway in, he rested both hands on Stone’s hips, fingers barely curling around him, not wanting to grip him too tightly. He didn’t want to distract him from his reading, after all.
“That’s so good, baby,” Stone muttered, eyes scanning down the page to find where he’d left off.
Robotnik made a choked, affirmative sound. He eased himself forward until his hips were flush with Stone’s ass. He released a shuddering breath and deigned to hold very still for the moment, if he could help it.
Stone moaned quietly, pushing back against him just a little. Robotnik felt every pulse and flutter of his body, and every minute autonomic reaction of his own. It was a sensory rush. He allowed himself to be lost in it a moment, letting his head fall forward as he surrendered to the overload. He wasn’t sure how long had passed before Stone spoke. He was sure it couldn’t have been too long.
“Doctor?” he murmured, looking back over his shoulder.
He stared a moment at his lean form, head bowed, hair falling out of place, and felt a great rush of affection for the overwhelmed man behind him. After a few seconds, Robotnik slowly lifted his head to meet his eyes. For a long several seconds, they just stared at one another, communicating silently.
“Didn’t - didn’t mean to interrupt your reading,” Robotnik offered, having to swallow to find his voice.
“No, no, not at all,” Stone said quickly, “Just... Just wanted to look at you.”
The Doctor smiled at him, a sincere one, brows slightly raised, with just the faintest of disbelieving head shakes. Stone smiled back before turning away, allowing him to, in a way, have his privacy, though intimately joined they were.
“I’m ready when you are,” the Agent said, settling back down onto his elbows.
Robotnik wordlessly nodded and collected himself before proceeding. He worked easily up to a gentle rhythm, listening carefully to the cadence of his partner’s breathing. He could tell exactly when he hit the right rhythm based on that alone. He locked in there, carefully holding that pattern.
Stone, of course, felt indescribably good. His body was always so pleasant, so welcoming. Though they’d done this countless times, Robotnik still hadn’t gotten used to it. After all those long years of easy deprivation, sexual activity wasn’t something one could simply become accustomed to overnight. He was always a bit overwhelmed, a bit lost in the feeling.
He looked down at Stone’s back, at his beautiful, sculpted body.
Yes, next he’d give a volume of classical mythology, as to him, Stone was proof of deities and demigods, of awe-inspiring beauty and of bodily form too perfect to be human. He sunk his fingers a little harder into his hips, feeling his body in his hands. Yes, Robotnik could’ve easily imagined his Agent as a golden, god-favored deity, maybe born of a mortal and a god, maybe come forth from the ocean foam or from a forest stream, born of Nature itself.
“Tell me what you’re reading about,” Robotnik just barely managed.
“About how Pikaia was a chordate,” Stone said dreamily.
“A chordate?” Robotnik repeated, decidedly scintillated.
“Yeah!” Stone enthused, “The oldest. The very first on record.”
“And how does it feel to get fucked by the second oldest chordate?” the Doctor asked, a tinge of comedy to his tone.
“Doooc,” Stone whined with a chuckle, “You’re not that old.”
He shivered when he felt his partner’s hands alight on his shoulders. His wickedly whispered words came closer this time.
“I’m glad you like old things like me,” he said.
Stone laughed again and hazarded a glance over his shoulder at him. Robotnik glowered down at him with a grin, toothy and hungry, with a humorously raised eyebrow.
“And as much as I adore your fascination with the prehistoric,” he said, “I’ll be purchasing you a book on classical mythology next. I’d much rather hear about the escapades of the gods of old while I bury myself in you, my young Adonis.”
Stone went very quickly from an amused smile to a pleasure-drunk expression that accompanied the erotic chill that his lover’s words had brought on.
“I - I’d like that,” Stone said, voice husky.
“Now, go back to reading out about your fossils,” Robotnik hissed in his ear indulgently.
He straightened his back slightly and gripped the Agent’s broad shoulders a little harder, fucking into him more forcefully. He exercised restraint – he didn’t want Stone to have trouble keeping his place on the page. Inwardly, Robotnik vowed to quiet down for a bit, to keep from interrupting his partner.
Instead, he just listened. He listened to Stone’s breathy moans, a favorite sound of his. Each little whimper made Robotnik’s stomach tighten. He straightened the rest of the way back up, running his hands from Stone’s shoulders to his waist. He squeezed him briefly and then moved his hands back to his hips.
Stone, meanwhile, was reading down the page about early chordates, already struggling to keep his eyes open. Yes, the topic was utterly fascinating to him, and the author’s style had pulled him in, but Robotnik’s precise ministrations already had him panting, were pulling him away from his reading. He realized he was clutching the book a little hard in his hands, and made a conscious effort to relax them.
“Doctor, that feels great,” he sighed.
Robotnik made an affirmative sound from behind him, giving his hips a gentle squeeze. He was just so taken with the Agent. He was the perfect amalgam of brains and brawn. He served as the ideal foil for himself – where Robotnik was sharp, impatient, and sometimes cold, Stone was warm, gentle, and endlessly patient.
In his mind, the very least he could do was take a few evenings each week and subtly make them about Stone. The Agent was a little shy about being the center of attention, but he more than deserved it in the Doctor’s mind. Right now, the only thing Robotnik was regretting was not having the forethought of bringing his partner a glass of wine when he'd first joined him in the bedroom. If he could lift his head and walk straight after their encounter, he might hazard a trip to the kitchen for him.
Yes, his assistant deserved all the love and care and attention in the world, and though he was still navigating the new-to-him terrain of relationships and emotions, Robotnik would be damned if he didn’t give the Agent everything he could. In a way, it was making up for the early years, for his awful, snippy, mean office demeanor. He was sure he’d never completely stop feeling guilty about what he’d put Stone through back then.
On the other hand, he was making up for years of lost time. He’d pined for Stone, wanted him so badly for such a long time before they got together. He hadn’t known how to express it, or how to initiate a relationship. All the articles he’d read on the subject had been decidedly not scholarly and never came to a unanimous conclusion. So, he waited. He suffered. He wanted.
Now that they had each other, he’d resolutely decided that he would spoil his Agent within an inch of his life, because damn it, he deserved it. Part of Stone’s immense charm was his humility, but Robotnik had no problem insisting that he deserved the world.
He pressed his thumbs into the Agent’s lower back and switched up the rhythm a bit to give him a little reprieve. He fucked him in long, slow strokes, pushing in until their bodies were pressed together, and pulling out nearly to the ridge of his cockhead. He flushed at the genuine, flustered moan that this generated from his partner.
“Oooh, Doc,” Stone sighed, “That’s so deep.”
Indeed, he did deserve to be spoiled, catered to, cared for, to have his every need met, and anticipated if possible. Robotnik raked his nails lightly down the Agent’s back, watching his muscles ripple in response.
“Chordates still thrilling you?” he asked, trailing a fingernail down his spine.
“You have no idea,” Stone replied, sounding both amused and completely indulged, “Baby, fuck me just like that.”
“Like this?” Robotnik asked, sinking his cock all the way in, feeling that intoxicating grip around him.
“Yeah!” Stone gasped, throwing his head back, “God, your cock.”
The Doctor’s hands settled low on either side of his ribcage.
“Are you still reading?” he asked teasingly.
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Stone whispered, lowering his eyes again to the page, "Of course I am."
Robotnik could tell his was so close to abandoning his book altogether, but he wanted to give him another chance to squeeze in a few more pages. Stone looked back down at the pages and blinked a few times, looking for where he’d left off.
Robotnik was still boring into him slowly, firmly, pulling almost all the way out with each stroke. Stone could feel it so deep inside him that goosebumps raised on his forearms, a little chill racing down his tense back.
Fossils were fascinating. Sediment was great. Chordates? Sure, the best. His book was starting to drop down on his list of priorities. He managed another few paragraphs while his partner slowly gave it to him. Stone's eyes kept fluttering closed of their own volition, making it difficult to continue.
Robotnik, meanwhile, admired the strong, graceful curve of his back, resisting the temptation to lean forward and whisper into his ear. His palm was itching to wrap around and take gentle hold of Stone’s cock. He didn’t want to interrupt, after all. He’d wait and follow the Agent’s lead, despite the excruciating temptation of it all.
It only took a few more minutes of slow, patient thrusts. Robotnik perked up slightly at the telltale sound – the abrupt snapping shut of a softcover book. He licked his lips and grinned as Stone rose up a bit on his elbows.
“Hey, Doctor?” he asked quietly.
“Yes?” Robotnik replied.
“I’m - I’m done reading,” Stone said.
“Oh?” Robotnik asked, holding perfectly still a moment, hipbones pressed into Stone’s ass, “What shall we do now?”
“... You know,” Stone said, almost bashfully.
Robotnik grinned, brows knitting with great affection. His hand tightened on Stone’s hip, as he couldn’t reach his hand. He leaned down so he could speak more softly.
“Do you want to stay like this?” he asked, “Or change positions?”
“I wanna see you,” Stone said, almost plaintively.
“Okay, okay,” Robotnik soothed, pulling out slowly.
The Doctor’s heart skipped a beat when Stone turned over onto his back, looking up at him with a smile that could accelerate climate change and wipe them out like his beloved fossils. In that moment, as his lover looked up at him with glistening eyes and a flash of white teeth, Robotnik could almost imagine how those strange and wonderful Burgess Shale specimens felt – suddenly crushed under the weight of something inexorable and sweet and natural, a moment forever immortalized in something as permanent as stone. He wouldn’t have minded staying here for several millennia, either.
His body was moving without intervention from his mind. He was joining them together, watching Stone’s eyes flicker closed, watching his lips part as he carefully slipped his shaft back inside of him. He wanted to memorize Stone’s face, just like this, but before he knew it, his own eyes were closing as he surrendered to the close heat of their embrace.
With his eyes closed, he could focus on their commingled breathing. Stone’s callused hands finding purchase on his arms made his hair stand on end. The Agent’s strong legs wrapping around him gently, pulling their bodies even closer, made his already labored breath catch.
He couldn’t stay still. He immediately starting working his hips in a slow grind, nice and shallow, in and out of Stone’s glorious warmth. A luxurious moan from his partner coaxed his eyes open. Robotnik found himself hunched over Stone, both palms pressed into the mattress to support himself. He risked raising one to tracing his knuckles down Stone’s cheek, through his sleek beard.
At his touch, Stone looked up at him, his grip on the Doctor’s slim arms tightening.
“Oh, Doc,” he sighed, completely overcome.
Robotnik sank down on one elbow slowly, bracing himself on the length of his forearm. He licked his other palm and reached between them, taking hold of Stone’s cock. The Agent made a desperate sound and arched up underneath him.
“Do you like that?” Robotnik rasped, nose-to-nose with him.
“Yeah, oh my god, yeah,” Stone breathed, wrapping both arms around his partner’s neck.
The Doctor lifted himself slightly, despite the trembling in his arm from holding himself up. They stared at one another for a long moment, Stone faltering first as Robotnik squeezed the base of his cock on an upstroke.
“Doc, fuck me harder,” he said, voice high and needy.
Robotnik was happy to oblige, fucking into him more forcefully, feeling those strong legs trembling around his waist. He stroked Stone’s cock almost in-time, not quite as fast, not wanting to push him too far too quickly. He let his head fall forward and his eyes close as he plowed into Stone, not quite in a frenzy, in a state of controlled force, just on the edge of losing control.
“You’re so good to me,” Stone managed, pushing his head back into the mattress, arching his back.
“You deserve it,” Robotnik gasped, “You do.”
The Agent’s response was a shaky groan that made the Doctor’s jaw tighten reflexively. His eyes opened slowly and he looked down at his gorgeous, flushed partner again. Their eyes locked with a faintly electric intensity and Stone suddenly pulled him down into a kiss with those strong arms around his neck.
Robotnik went willingly, nearly losing his balance, not caring for his own grace or safety at the moment. The kiss was all tongue, desperate, hungry. Robotnik’s hand was still wrapped tightly around Stone’s cock, but was crushed between their bodies, rendered nearly motionless save for the momentum created by his hips.
After a moment, Stone pressed his hips harder into the mattress, creating enough space to allow Robotnik to keep stroking him, if only just a little. At this point, he knew Stone could take it and matched the rhythm of his hand to the rhythm of his hips. Stone broke the kiss to cry out, utterly enraptured.
He looked beautiful, his face the picture of pleasure, flushed and on the edge of climax. Robotnik couldn’t help his compliments from slipping out unbidden and uncontrolled.
“You know how incredible I think you are?” he asked through gritted teeth, considerably less gently than he’d hoped, “Your intellectual curiosity turns me on so much. You’re the most – fuck, oh – you're the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, in every way possible. God, you’re perfect. You’re perfect, and you’re everything to me. Absolutely everything.”
“Doctor!” he cried, fingers pulling at his narrow shoulders.
Stone was weak for compliments, each one going straight to his already-overloaded pleasure centers.
“I live to please you,” Robotnik hissed, jaw starting to lock up as he held back, “To satisfy you. To give you everything you deserve.”
“Doctor, please,” he begged.
“Anything,” Robotnik replied harshly, breathlessly, “Anything, anything, anything you want.”
His own orgasm was close, he could feel the telltale fiery tightness within himself. He knew it was no use to hold back for long. He was on the razor’s edge and there was simply nothing he could do about it, burying himself over and over again into Stone’s slick, hypnotizing channel, feeling the Agent’s pulse in his own body.
“Doc-tor!” Stone gasped, “I'm close. So close!”
Robotnik nodded and managed to capture his gaze a moment, unable to speak. He tried to convey a telepathic message – Don't hold back. I want to satisfy you. Please. Please. Please let me do that for you.
Stone returned his nod, brows knitted, each breath a desperate, needy little gasp. Of course, he hadn’t heard the telepathic message. Robotnik’s soft eyes and clenched teeth and tensed neck told him all he needed to know. He was working so hard, and it was all for him.
Robotnik’s cock was rubbing him in all the right places, making his knees weak, making him see stars, making his skin feel positively alive with sensation. Stone surrendered to it, to everything the Doctor was giving to him. He felt his back rise off the bed reflexively and knew he was calling his name, but it sounded like he was hearing it from the perspective of another, not physically aware he was doing it, once removed by the fierce pleasure that coursed through him.
Robotnik, meanwhile, worked to keep his eyes open to the last possible second, watching Stone thrash and writhe underneath him, watching him succumb to the feeling, watching his eyes roll back and listening to his desperate, lovely, pleading voice calling out his name over and over. Robotnik’s entire body buckled when he felt the force of Stone’s orgasm hit them both.
He couldn’t hold back, managing a few last graceless, frenzied thrusts as he breathlessly called Stone’s name back. He spiraled into the draining, spinning void of his orgasm, pouring himself into Stone, giving him everything he had.
“Fuck,” he heard Stone murmur quietly, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Doctor, ohhh.”
Robotnik was vaguely aware that his face was pressed against Stone’s damp chest, their bodies entangled, each of them struggling to catch their breath. Stone’s arms were around him, one hand on the nape of his neck. His legs had loosened around his waist. He was alive and with Stone, and that was all that mattered.
Robotnik knew he’d have to stay here a bit longer, thoroughly exhausted. He relaxed into Stone’s chest, trying to slow his breathing to match his.
“Doctor,” Stone said quietly after several minutes, “Doctor, you there?”
“’m here,” he mumbled.
“Okay, just checking,” Stone said with a little laugh.
Robotnik pushed himself up on shaky elbows to look down at him. Stone was positively radiant, wearing a genuine, satisfied smile, patiently waiting for him to come around.
“Let’s - oh – let's get comfortable, hm?” Robotnik asked.
The Agent nodded up at him. He carefully pulled out, feeling a deep shiver go through him. His knees were weak as he turned around and pulled back the sheets. He watched Stone set his book on the nightstand and pull back the comforter a bit more to crawl under.
Robotnik laid flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy breath, glad to be horizontal, to give his body a rest. Stone curled against him, the Doctor wrapping his arm around him and reveling in the brush of his beard against his chest.
“What a lovely evening,” Stone said quietly, "Thank you."
“My pleasure,” Robotnik replied honestly.
He felt Stone’s hand creep up his hip, then across his stomach, to his other hip, the weight of his forearm against him comforting, grounding. In response, he rubbed his palm in a little circle on Stone’s shoulder.
“You really do deserve everything,” he said quietly.
“Doc,” Stone said playfully, already feeling himself starting to blush.
“Of the entire phylum Chordata, you’re my absolute favorite,” he said.
“Doctor!” Stone said a little louder.
He sat up a little, lifting his head and turning to face his partner. Robotnik’s hand rested on the back of his head.
“Past, present, future. It’s true,” Robotnik said, looking at him with a grin that melted him, "The finest thing I've ever known."
The Doctor leaned in, joining their lips in a gentle, chaste kiss and Stone went easily, melting against him, into his gentle embrace.
“I know the Burgess Shale specimens are novel and rare, scientifically significant,” he started, kissing Stone again briefly, “But there’s only one Agent Stone. One specimen known to the entire world. Exceedingly rare and precious, perfect and beautiful in every way. There’s only one, and he happens to be a part of the personal collection at Robotnik Labs. While I usually abhor the idea of personal collections for things that belong to time... I am loath to turn over my favorite, most precious specimen. I just want to hold you dearly and care for you, admire you.”
“I don’t even know what to say,” Stone said, flustered once again by Robotnik’s odd and special brand of sweet talk, “Other than I love you. I really do. So much.”
Robotnik’s expression softened to one only Stone knew, a private look exchanged between only the two of them. Stone's assurances of love always set him at ease.
“I love you, Stone,” he said earnestly, pulling him into the tightest embrace he could manage in his exhausted state, “More than I could ever put into words.”
They laid in that embrace, very still, not saying another word. Nothing else really needed to be said. Robotnik was surprised when a little snore broke the blissful silence. He really thought he’d be the one to fall asleep first, but it was his Agent tonight, simply tired out by an exhilarating night of reading.
When Stone was out, he was out like a light. Robotnik shifted slightly, knowing he wouldn't wake him. He grabbed one of his sensor gloves off the nightstand, not putting it on, just pressing a few buttons on the palm pad and dragging it through the air to dim the lights to darkness.
He settled comfortably into the bed, soothed beyond words by the Agent’s deep, even breathing, his reassuring weight on top of him. He cocked his head to look at his serene, satisfied for a moment before easing slowly back down onto the pillows.
The look, that sleeping look, was all the proof he needed that he was doing his job, giving his partner everything he deserved to have to the best of his ability. He took a deep breath and allowed his eyes to close in the dark, starting to level off into sleep himself. He made a mental note to order a copy of that mythology book for him first thing tomorrow.
“Goodnight, Agent,” he said quietly, feeling his divine warmth against him as he slipped into an easy, contented sleep in the arms of his beloved with a sleepy smile on his lips, "Good night, my favorite specimen."