What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 24: Check-ups- Zorbyn

Summary: Corbyn goes in for a check-up, having an itch he just can't reach

Corbyn's POV
" What seems to be the problem?" Copper brown floated up, hooded only slightly. Clipboard secured against his chest, fingers curling over the edge. Dr. Herron no more than two feet away.

" Well, I have an itch," the words drifting softly over pink lips, grasping gently at his lab coat.

" An itch? Where?" Black shoes tapped the floor quietly, allowing the younger to lead him. Legs spreading, warm thighs slipping between.

" Inside me," frozen blue trailed after pale fingertips, following the ripples in navy blue scrubs. The fabric rough against the pads.

" Corbyn, where is it?" The larger took hold of his chin, grip gentle. Slowly lifting his head.

" My anus. It's too deep for me to reach, I've tried."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, thumb tracing the shallow dip just below his lip," how deep?"

Firm shoulders bounced gently, barely shifting beneath his hoodie. Ghosting digits nearing his crotch leisurely, the blonde in no true hurry." Maybe nine inches or so," a lone corner of his mouth lifted. Gazing up at him, frosted gems darkened with flickering shadows.

" Nine inches, huh? That's too deep for my fingers. I might have to try something a little different," chin tucking against his neck, the muscles of his throat pushing it forward shortly after. Lips grazing the very edge of his mouth," something a little... bigger."

Fangs nestled into supple flesh, twisting his neck slightly. Offering his lips to the older.

Dr. Herron met him gently, palms traveling down his sides. Holding his hips, sliding him across the silver tabletop. Chest warm against his own," let me take a look," a single hand moving to his cheek. Fingers tickling the plush skin," bend over for me."

" Yes, doctor."

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