Robin led Felix up the stairs. When he opened the door to the room, he wasted no time in slamming the door shut, and then pushing Felix back against it and kissing him, hard.
And Robin was wasting no time. As he continued kissing Felix, his fingers fumbled with the zipper on Felix's trousers, finally pulling out his cock and giving it a long, light stroke.
Felix spread his feet for stability and set his back against the door, which was a good thing, as a shudder of pleasure trembled through his body when Robin touched him. He surged hot at Robin's touch, his own hands raking over Robin's body, and groaned hungrily for more.
Robin pulled away, only long enough to lock eyes with Felix, and then dropped to his knees, and then looked up at Felix as he pulled his trousers down.
Felix's gaze was arrested by Robin's graceful progress to his knees, and he couldn't look away. His fingertips brushed Robin's cheek, then drifted to cradle his lovely face in Felix's warm palm. As hard and ready as he was, that touch was surprisingly gentle.
Robin turned his head, and sucked one of Felix's fingers into his mouth. But only briefly, because then he released it and lowered his head to wrap his lips around his cock instead.
"Robin..." Felix sighed, deep and desiring and almost wistful, giving away in a moment that this pleasure remained a rare one for him. He curled his hand quite gently around the back of Robin's neck, never pushing or forcing him, but instead stroking and petting him encouragingly.
And he watched, of course. Felix held himself up against the door and gazed down at Robin, drinking in the sight of him.
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And he watched, of course. Felix held himself up against the door and gazed down at Robin, drinking in the sight of him.