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]

"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.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back, hard. And then finished unfastening his trousers and pulled out his cock, giving it one long, light stroke.

[0_0_7]

Bond caught Robin's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it, gasping softly.

[goodfellow]

"Brace yourself," Robin murmured against Bond's lips, and then gracefully dropped to his knees. He began with one slow lick up the shaft.

[0_0_7]

He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Both hands tangled into Robin's hair just to help him keep his balance. He was so pent up he knew he'd not last long, but he wasn't interested in impressing Robin with his stamina. He just wanted to find some release after so vary long.

[goodfellow]

Robin did want to impress; but then, he always wanted to impress, and he usually did.

He loved being with someone brand new, a stranger, even. Experiencing something new, even if by only a little. There were precious few entirely new experiences for Robin these days.

He slid one hand onto the shaft, opened his lips, and wrapped them around Bond's rather lovely cock.

[0_0_7]

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, bending a bit at the waist. Robin certainly hadn't simply been conceited. He was incredibly good, and he'd only just begun.

[goodfellow]

Oh that was what Robin liked to hear. He kept at it, going slowly at first, but it didn't take long for him to open his throat and take Bond's cock to the hilt.

[0_0_7]

It wasn't long before his thighs began to tremble, a familiar heat rising in his groin.

"Don't stop," he panted. "Fuck...fuck, that's good..."