for Bond

[goodfellow]

It was a brisk day, but Robin enjoyed walking on the beach. Barefoot, but still dressed in an impeccable suit. Once he'd found one, he hadn't found much else that was decent at all. And looking better made Robin feel better. And there was a lot to not feel great about right now.

He stopped walking, and his feet sank into the sand slightly. But he was distracted by the man walking out of the ocean. He was dressed in a skin tight wetsuit, and skin tight was a very good look on him.

He slipped one hand out of his pocket, and offered a wave.

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[0_0_7]

"That much is obvious," Bond replied with a hint of a smile that was more in his eyes than on his lips.

[goodfellow]

"You caught me," said Robin lightly. "Want to have some fun?"

[0_0_7]

"What do you have in mind?" he asked. He knew, he was no fool, but he wasn't about to be easy.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him. "What would you say if I told you I could give you the best head of your life?"

[0_0_7]

"I'd say you're up against some stiff competition," Bond smirked.

[goodfellow]

Robin very nearly said something like, I've had more cocks in my mouth than hours you've been on this earth. But he didn't really want to derail this with questions about his longevity.

So he just said, "I hope so."

[0_0_7]

Bond was only human, after all. And Robin was attractive, and, more importantly, willing. And it had been so very long since he'd had that particular pleasure.

He swallowed the last of his cup and set it aside.

"You're certain?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

"About which part? My willingness or my skill?"

Robin feigned thoughtfulness.

"Yes."

[0_0_7]

"Then finish your drink," he said, clearly quite used to giving orders.

[goodfellow]

Robin tipped his head back and swallowed the rest of the drink. Then he handed the empty glass wordlessly to James.

[0_0_7]

Bond set it next to his own, then he nodded toward the bedroom. With that bit of direction he turned to go, and simply expected Robin to follow.

[goodfellow]

Robin followed, shedding his coat jacket as he went, tossing it over the couch. By the time he reached the bedroom he was unbuttoning his shirt.

[0_0_7]

Once in the room, Bond shut the door tight. Then he turned to admire Robin. He peeled off his jumper and stood in his undershirt, his trousers low on his hips. He was well fit, obvious even while dressed.

"You seem very sure of yourself," he said, slightly amused.

[goodfellow]

Robin gave him an openly admiring look, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off, falling to the ground behind him.

"Yes," he agreed, and took a step forward, sliding a hand onto Bond's chest over his shirt.

[0_0_7]

He hardly needed to be seduced. With one smooth motion he pulled his undershirt off over his head. His body, while fit, was a map of scars. Gunshot wounds, knives, and lines from God-knows-what marred his skin. He was shameless, though, and dropped his shirt so he could take hold of Robin's face in both hands and pull him in for a kiss.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back with interest, sliding his hands onto Bond's shoulders.

For his part, his skin was flawless. He supposed that was kind of ironic, to look as if he had the lesser scars. He wondered what his skin would look like if every wound he'd ever had was still there, rather than all of his scars fading to nothing with time. Worse than Bond, that was for sure.

[0_0_7]

Bond nipped at his lips and explored the warmth of Robin's mouth with an eager tongue. He'd been truthful when he said he preferred women, but he'd never turn down someone willing and pretty. And Robin was clearly both.

[goodfellow]

Robin liked to think that he had natural talent at this. Though honestly, it would be hard to say at this point. After you've had thousands and thousands of years to practice kissing, and head, and everything else - you had to be really good at it right?

He got a sense of 'I'm in control' from Bond, so he decided to let him be. Not that Robin was precisely submissive (at least, naturally) anyway.

[0_0_7]

The kiss broke and Bond pulled back to look at him. It wasn't often Bond was genuinely impressed, but that kiss was one that he'd remember.

"You taste like honey," he said.

[goodfellow]

Robin only smiled at him, resisting the urge to tell him that his come did, as well. Look at him, playing it cool.

"Maybe you should taste more of later," he said instead, voice soft. "Though in the meantime..." He moved his lips form Bond's mouth to his ear, to his neck, to the top of his chest...

[0_0_7]

Bond took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the pleasure of touch. It had been a week or more, forever for him, and he could only imagine how good it would feel to find some release.

He slipped his arm around Robin's waist and the other hand crept into the man's soft curls. He didn't push for anything, instead simply enjoying the soft path of Robin's kisses.

[goodfellow]

"How long has it been?" Robin asked, casting his eyes up, before lightly mouthing one of Bond's nipples. And then, with a sparkle in his eyes, "Three days? A week? Two?"

[0_0_7]

"Nearly three," he groaned. "Too long..."

[goodfellow]

Robin slid a hand down to Bond's groin, carefully palmed his cock through his trousers, and then began to unbutton them one-handed.

[0_0_7]

Bond groaned softly and pushed his hips forward into the touch. He let go of Robin's hair, only to cup his face and kiss him again.