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Dennis had been fucking training Andrew. Andrew didn't fail to notice Dennis' little quirks in the short time they had been seeing each other. Whenever he got distracted, Dennis would snap his fingers, and once Andrew turned to him, Dennis would give him a kiss on the cheek. But that was easily explained, Dennis was just wanting to get his boyfriend's attention.
And eventually Dennis started asking Andrew to help him with things, more so than before,
"Hand the remote to me" Snap. and a kiss once Andrew did it
"Sit." Snap. and a kiss when Andrew sat back down on the couch.
And then he started rewarding him with actual treats,
"Give me your hand" Snap. and Dennis gave him a piece of candy.
"Let go of it." Snap. and Dennis gave him a cookie.
And sure, it seemed weird to him, but he could assume that it was just something Dennis did, and it's not like it hurt him to get kisses and little treats. But it became glaringly obvious one day when they were at the bar. Dennis was chatting with Deran, Andrew staring at his straw for too long.
Snap.
Andrew's head shot up, world zeroing in to just Dennis. Who started laughing a little at him. Deran was laughing too now, pulling him out of his head space. He looked between the two of them and grumbled, stomping out of the bar in embarrassment.
Not deep underneath his embarrassment was hot, cloying arousal.
Now, Andrew was standing in front of Dennis, waiting for his command.
"Kneel."
Andrew did, lowering himself onto his knees below Dennis. Snap.
"Good boy. I got you a present."
He didn't say anything, just looked up and waited for Dennis to show him.
He pulled a black nylon dog collar from his pocket. A dog collar. There was a metal tag in the shape of a dog bone attached, 'property of Dennis Whitaker'.
Andrew whimpered at it, he didn't know what to say or think. Dennis crouched down to make eye contact with him, running his hand through Andrew's hair, petting him,
"Hey, you're okay. We don't have to do this"
Andrew didn't say anything, just lowered his head, presenting his neck and nudged Dennis when he didn't move quick enough.
Dennis scrabbled to put the collar on, clasp snapping shut.
Andrew brought his head back up, looking at Dennis' lips and practically jumping onto him.
Dennis landed on his back and Andrew crowed him, using his hands to support himself.
He started kissing Dennis, much more sloppy and uncoordinated than usual. Dennis grabbed the others face, moaning into the kiss. Hands traveling to the back of Andrew's head, pulling him infinitely closer until he had to pull back to breathe.
Andrew was breathing heavily, lips covered in spit and pupils dilated.
Andrew pressed himself onto Dennis and started humping him, there was no technique or attention paid to Dennis, a stark difference from how he would normally act.
Dennis pulled the back of Andrew's collar, his hips stuttering still.
"Lay on your back." Andrew did. Snap. A kiss on his forehead. Dennis scrabbled to take off his jeans before settling back over Andrew, sitting in his lap. He started up the same motions again, albeit more smoothly than what Andrew was doing.
And Dennis expected to feel Andrew quickly hardening underneath him, but he didn't, he lightly swatted Andrew's clothed dick.
"Hey, 1hat's going on?"
Andrew felt a little humiliated about it, "..it's the new meds, I'm sorry."
"That's okay, puppy, I can still manage it."
Dennis sat up and settled over Andrew's thigh, Andrew propping himself up on his forearms to look at Dennis.
He continued the earlier motions onto Andrew's thigh. He went for a few seconds before getting frustrated with the boxers getting in his way.
He flung them off and pressed his bare cunt on Andrew's jeans, hips moving back and forth, spreading the wetness over him.
Andrew groaned at the sight and Dennis leaned down to kiss him, this one much more intense than the earlier ones. Andrew nipped at Dennis' lips, before grabbing his hips and pressing his fingers into them. He bit on Dennis' bottom lip, splitting the sensitive skin and filling his mouth with that heady metallic taste.
Dennis wasn't fragile necessarily, but it wasn't hard for Andrew to break him a little. Dennis was painfully obvious to read. After the first time they had sex, Andrew pressed on the hickey Dennis was sporting. Dennis whimpered and admitted he liked it easily.
Andrew liked seeing him in pain. Not in a cruel way, there was just something beautiful about it. Dennis would beg for it, 'harder, rougher, hit me, bite me' and once he got it, he would moan Andrew's name prettily, crying easily, 'Andrew, it hurts too much, stop it!' And Andrew would stop as soon as Dennis said the right word, but it usually just meant he was enjoying himself.
And afterwards, God, Dennis would bruise so beautifully. He had this pale, milky skin that would show the every impression clearly. Would show every time Andrew held him down too roughly, every time Andrew bit his neck, hard enough that he managed to draw blood once, every time Andrew would hit Dennis upon request. Leaving behind dark purples and yellows Dennis would tell Andrew to bite into.
Snap
Andrew's head shot back up to Dennis' face, pulling himself from straight ahead. Dennis laughed,
"Where you going, bud?"
"Nowhere."
"Clearly somewhere, you're hard now" Dennis groped Andrew, egging him on.
"Can I fuck you now, please?"
"Mm-mm, let me finish here, I'm close," Andrew brought his attention back to where Dennis was pressing his cunt onto Andrew's jeans, breathily moaning and putting on a show for the man below him. Andrew wanted to touch him, but Dennis hadn't told him to yet, so he held back. He focused on the way Dennis' hips stuttered the closer he got,
"Fuck, Andrew.."
And just like that, Dennis was coming, making a mess of Andrew's jeans and shaking over him.
Andrew, who has soon as Dennis' breath started to steady, flipped them back over and used one hand to keep himself up, the other to take his dick out.
He probably should have spent some time opening Dennis up, but he was so wet it hardly mattered now. Both of them were, really. Despite not getting hard as quickly, Andrew was leaking into his boxers the whole time, still overeager to fuck Dennis, even if his body took a while to catch up.
Andrew slid himself into Dennis, the man below him tangling his hand in Andrew's hair.
Dennis lightly moaned as he stretched around Andrew, it was always a bit overwhelming with him. Andrew waited patiently for Dennis' command to start moving. He knew he was already pushing it. And once Dennis nodded, Andrew grabbed his thighs and began fucking him, lifting his ass off the ground a little for more leverage.
He was going too quick, thrusting up every time, desperate to get off, but even more desperate to please Dennis. Dennis was gasping, pressing down on his lower stomach,
"Shit- Andrew, I can see you," Dennis pulled his hand away, revealing the way every time Andrew thrust up there was a little bulge. Andrew whimpered a little at the sight, cursing and then driving his hips in harder, transfixed on it.
Dennis pulled on Andrews collar, bringing him down to his neck. Andrew followed the implied instructions quickly, nipping and sucking at the junction between Dennis' neck and shoulder. Marking up as much as he could with Dennis' shirt still on. He groaned into it as Dennis grabbed his collar again, just holding him there.
Dennis kept moaning, wrapping his legs around Andrew and pressing the nails of his free hand into his back. Andrew wasn't nearly as much of a masochist as Dennis, but the sting felt good sometimes, it made sure he didn't completely lose himself in it.
"Dennis, please?" Andrew didn't have to say it, but Dennis would still make him,
"Please what?"
"Can I come? Please, sir" Andrew whimpered quietly, barely audible
"make me come again and ill let you"
Andrew wasted no time in bringing a hand down to play with Dennis' t-dick, it was big enough he could pinch it between his thumb and index fingers and stroke it.
"You're bigger," Andrew mumbled, taking note of the change. It was hardly praise but it sent Dennis over the edge.
He babbled Andrew's name, kept telling him how he was coming the whole time, back arching into Andrew and squirting on his dick.
Andrew fucked him through it, the additional clench and warmth causing him to whine over Dennis' shoulders and spill inside of the other man. He kept moving his hips until he couldn't anymore.
He laid over Dennis, both of them sweating and panting. Dennis lightly scratched his nails down Andrew's back, bringing him back to reality.
Andrew rolled onto his side, pulling out of Dennis. He watched as the come stuck to the other's inner thighs and spilled out of his cunt.