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 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.

[0_0_7]

Bond reached up with his other hand to control Robin's head, plundering his mouth with hungry tongue and bruising lips. He kissed him until his lips felt chapped and just kept on. His hand moved slowly at first, enjoying the thick, hard flesh in his grip. But then he stroked faster, milking the man to the very edge.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned into the kiss, gripping Bond's back, his fingers digging into his skin.

He came while they were still kissing, hips stuttering, spilling over Bond's fingers, a cry dying in James' mouth.

[0_0_7]

Bond smiled agaist his mouth and slowed his hand, but didnt let go.

"Are you alright to stand?" he asked as he released his grip on Robin's hair.

[goodfellow]

"Mmmhmmm," said Robin, who might be a little shaky, but was perfectly capable of handling himself.

[0_0_7]

Bond let go and took a half step back, smirking proudly at the sight of Robin's bliss.

"I don't know about you, but I feel much more myself."

[goodfellow]

"Oh me too," Robin said as he yanked up his trousers. "Much better, actually."

[0_0_7]

He pulled himself together again, then stepped into the loo to wash his hand. He half expected Robin to be gone when he came back, but he wasn't gone nearly that long.

"Lovely to meet you, Robin," he said casually.

[goodfellow]

"Likewise," said Robin, who had already been edging towards the door. "I'll see you later, James."

[0_0_7]

"I'm sure you will," he replied, thankful that Robin seemed to be of the same mind where it came to not dragging out goodbyes.