Fics like after hours

Robby smiled against his mouth, small and fond, catching one of Dennis’s hands and tugging it up. “Hey,” he murmured, guiding it gently around his neck. “Not so stiff. You can hold on.” Dennis hesitated, then looped his arms around Robby’s shoulders, unsure of how close was too close, until Robby’s hands settled low on his hips, warm and grounding. “There,” Robby said quietly, thumbs pressing into the waistband of his scrubs, pulling him just that little bit closer. “You’re allowed to touch me, y’know.” Dennis made a startled sound, half-breathless, and rose onto his toes to meet him, the height difference forcing him to tilt up, mouths meeting again in a rush of nerves and heat. “Easy,” Robby murmured when Dennis pressed too hard, too fast. He softened the kiss with a small laugh, voice slipping between instruction and teasing warmth. “Don’t chase it. Just— yeah. Like that.” or; robby takes dennis' first everything.

Fics like after hours

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