Dream Daddy with Erin and Morgan: Lars's Night With Robert (NSFW...like, REALLY)

Hey, all! Erin here. Morgan and I have had so much fun playing Dream Daddy with y'all over on Twitch, but the problem with Dream Daddy is that it's all *implied* fuckin'. I don't want *implied* anything, I want *explicit* fuckin'. 

And sometimes, when you want a thing to exist, you have to make it yourself. 

Enjoy this not-at-all-implied night of debauchery I wrote for you. I'm not going to come right out and say it's canon, because I don't know enough about Robert yet to know if this is a remotely accurate representation of him, but I'm also not going to say it's *not* canon, because I feel like it very well might be based on what we know.

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Robert had had a lot more to drink than Lars had, but somehow he didn’t seem even the slightest bit tipsy. Lars, on the other hand, was definitely feeling the booze. Clearly, because going home with a guy he’d just met was not his thing at all, under normal circumstances. 

But here he was, spinny-headed, flowing Robert into his bedroom. 

As soon as they were through the door, Robert closed it and tugged Lars’s shirt off. He pressed Lars against the wall, kissing him in a way that both promised an intense night of mind blowing sex and also absolutely no connection whatsoever. Robert’s technique was perfect, but he put no feeling into it. 

At least, that’s what Lars would have been thinking if he had been sober. As it was, he was just drunk enough that he had to keep reminding himself to be an active participant in this adventure. 

He’d finally gotten his tongue to cooperate and match Robert’s stroke for stroke when Robert spun him around, placing his own back against the wall and pushing Lars slightly away. Lars stood there, blinking confusedly, as Robert’s heated gazed roved over him. He leaned toward the other man, wanting to continue the kissing, but Robert had other ideas. He pushed Lars to his knees, lazily unbuckling his own belt. Lars felt his eyes widen as Robert’s fly parted and he pulled out an impressive erection, stroking it as he stared down at tonight’s conquest. 

Because that’s what Lars was, he knew. This didn’t mean anything to Robert. And so it shouldn’t mean anything to him, either. It did, of course—the first sexual encounter he’d had since Jason had died, of course it was going to mean something—but he was just drunk enough to tell himself that he was fine with a one-night stand. As Robert’s eyes watched, Lars leaned forward, taking the other man’s cock into his mouth.

It was like riding a bike. He may not have done it in some time, but you never really forgot how to suck cock. Robert’s head fell back against the wall as Lars took him deeper, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat. Robert’s hips began to move, thrusting in time with every bob of Lars’s head, his hand fisted in Lars’s hair, fingers catching on he dark curls as he held Lars steady, moving in and out of his mouth with a rhythm that soon became erratic. 

Suddenly, Robert’s hand left Lars’s hair, grabbing the shoulder of his t-shirt and tugging him to his feet. “Bed,” Robert said hoarsely, and Lars turned, stumbling drunkenly toward the unmade bed on the other side of the room. Robert tugged him back before he reached it, spinning him around to bring his mouth back to Lars’s, backing him up until the backs of his knees hit the bed and they both tumbled onto it. 

Reaching a hand between them, Lars stroked Robert—once, twice, three times—until the other man pulled his hand away, pinning his wrists to the mattress and pressing a bruising kiss to Lars’s mouth. Lars’s own hips bucked involuntarily against Robert’s, seeking contact, and Robert huffed a low laugh against Lars’s lips before flipping Lars onto his stomach. 

Robert tugged at Lars’s hips until his ass was in the air, then reached around and undid his fly. Large hands caressed Lars’s ass before pulling his jeans and boxers down, baring his skin to the cool night air. Robert’s hand reached around and wrapped around Lars’s cock, which twitched happily at the contact. Lars fought the urge to buck against Robert’s hand, and failed. 

After a few strokes, Robert reached for the nightstand, opening the drawer and removed a small bottle of lube and a condom. Lars glanced back over his shoulder to see Robert tear the foil packet open with his teeth and sheath himself, then flick open the bottle of lube. A chilly wetness dribbled over Lars’s asshole, followed by the sound of the bottle cap clicking shut and the feel of Robert’s fingers on him, massaging the lube in, pressing first one finger, then two, into him. Lars moaned with pleasure, wriggling his hips at the intrusion, and then Robert’s fingers were gone, replaced with his cock, which was slowly pressing in where fingers had been just moments before. 

Robert wasn’t slow and he wasn’t gentle, and Lars was grateful for the whiskey that dulled his senses. On any other night, this would have been uncomfortable, but tonight, he welcomed it. The feeling of Robert’s dick filling his asshole was exactly what he needed tonight, the first night in his new neighborhood, the first night of his new, post-Jason life. 

Robert drew back and then slammed into him again, pulling him away from his maudlin thoughts. Out, and in; out, and in. Robert built up a steady rhythm, bringing Lars to the brink before driving home one last time with a groan. Lars could feel Robert’s orgasm pulsing inside of him for a moment before Robert withdrew, tossing the condom onto the nightstand and rolling away from Lars. Before Lars had even had a chance to process what had happened, Robert was snoring beside him. 

That...hadn’t been how he had hoped this encounter would go. His was still hard, his balls painfully tight, his asshole feeling stretched and empty. He glanced over at Robert, who was definitely 1,000% asleep, and reached down to take matters into his own hands. When he had finished, he tugged his boxers back up over his hips, but kicked his jeans off. He was too drunk and too tired to bother finding his way home tonight; he’d sleep here, and figure out where he lived in the morning.