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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[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..."

[goodfellow]

Robin had no intention of stopping. He kept it up, upping the ante even, and waited.

[0_0_7]

Everything tightened up before the heat was unbearable. Bond jerked and gasped, yanking Robin's hair as he fucked his willing mouth until the spring uncoiled and he came hard. It was a long time coming and he could feel it even in his bones.

[goodfellow]

Robin swallowed it down and kept a hand on Bond's cock until he felt it soften, and then he gently pulled away and looked up at him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

[0_0_7]

Bond looked down at him, though it took just a moment for his eyes to actually focus on him.

"Bloody hell," he breathed. "Perhaps your pride isn't misplaced."

[goodfellow]

A small smile blossomed on Robin's face. He leaned in and kissed Bond's stomach before rising to his feet and kissing his mouth.

[0_0_7]

Sated, Bond was happy to kiss him back, slow and deep. He groaned at the taste of his own seed mixed with the honey-sweetness of Robin's tongue.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a little moan into the kiss, too. When it broke he gasped against the man's lips, "Do you want more?"

[0_0_7]

Bond thought it might be terribly rude to admit that he'd had enough. He'd be perfectly content simply zipping up and going on his way. However...he knew he'd have to live here long enough that he'd see Robin again and it would be in his best interest to not have a jilted lover among the scant population.

"I want you to feel just as good," he said softly. His hand found the ridge of the man's cock and he rubbed him through his trousers.

[goodfellow]

If Bond had just walked out... Robin would have been pissed, though he might have had a glimmer of respect for him, too.

He rather liked the idea of this lasting for a while, found himself wanting Bond to fuck him, actually. But he didn't feel that spark of renewed lust in Bond either.

But he was still happy to let it go where it went.

"I hope you have the confidence that I do then," he murmured as he leaned into the touch.

[0_0_7]

"I'll put my back into it," he assured Robin as he deftly undid his fly and pushed his hand inside.

[goodfellow]

Robin gasped when fingers wrapped around him, his hips bucking a touch. He resisted the urge to ask Bond if he was impressed.

[0_0_7]

Bond was a man of the world. He'd lost count of how many lovers he'd had. But he was certain he'd never been with a man who was so well hung. He took hold of the root of Robin's cock and began to stroke, sure that at any moment he'd reach the end. It took three more moments than he'd thought.

"Christ, man," he said breathlessly. "Is your father a race horse?" he chuckled softly.

[goodfellow]

"Who knows," Robin said, and kissed him again.

[0_0_7]

Bond shoved Robin's trousers down off his hips and continued to pull him off. He wasn't about to drop to his knees, but his hands were strong and he knew how to use them. He pulled the entire length of the man, kissing him hungrily.

[goodfellow]

"Jesus," Robin gasped against his lips. It was hungry and a little rough, just the way he liked it. More hurried than he tended to appreciate, but at least he was going to get off - and in short order, seemed like.