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for Hermes

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Robin managed to stop laughing long enough to say, "Oh no no no, you are not going anywhere until you elaborate on this little arrangement of yours. I am enraptured with curiosity."

"I don't see what there is to elaborate about," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Robin.

Completely ignoring the glare, Robin stepped closer to him again. "I just want to make sure I'm understanding the terms correctly." His voice went low and seductive. "So I could have my cock in your mouth, your cock in my hands, my fingers in your ass, your cock in my mouth, my tongue in your ass..." He licked the back of Hermes' ear. "And etc. etc. Just not my cock in your ass? Or vice versa?"

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"No, it's because ownership bores me at best," said Robin. He tilted his head and regarded Hermes. "Do you think he could explain to me why my making you come with one sex act is somehow more faithful than my making you come with another sex act?"

"You've got me standing in your kitchen half hard and all you can think about are the semantics of my arrangement with my partner?" Hermes asked. "Or do you think you can only make me come with your cock in my ass, is that it?"

"Oh, aren't you clever," Robin snorted. "That's not the challenge I'm interested in, sunshine."

He slid his hand up farther until it was nestled neatly between Hermes' legs. "I could make you come without taking your pants off if I really wanted to. But surely you realize that I want most what I can't have?"

Hermes groaned lowly, pressing his hips up against Robin's hand. "Could you?" he asked, arching a brow. "Somehow I doubt that." Finally, he shifted completely away from Robin, but only to toe out of his shoes and take his glass of wine to the bedroom.

Hermes was so damnably frustrating. The only person offhand Robin could think of that worked him up more than this was Ishiah, whom he hadn't seen in so long, and with him, he hadn't even gotten sex out of the deal.

Though like Ishiah, it mostly made Robin want to throw Hermes down onto the bed and kiss him into submission.

He knocked back the rest of his own glass of wine in one swallow and then slammed it onto the bar before following Hermes into his bedroom.

"I don't like feeling like second string," he announce petulantly when he walked in.

"Especially to a mortal," Hermes said, looking over his shoulder at Robin as he set his glass down on the nightstand. "So do it then, assert your dominance, pretty bird. You're just not getting penetrative sex out of the deal, that's all."

"Oh, I don't have anything against mortals," Robin drawled. "I'm not a snob like your kind."

He moved closer and then snorted. "Penetrative sex. You do realize it's a meaningless distinction? You're denying yourself just for the sake of denying yourself. It's stupid. I never cared for lent, either."

He reached out and curled his fingers roughly in Hermes' hair. "You want to have your cake and eat it too."

Hermes hissed, tipping his head back. "Or I want to make my other lovers resort to more creative means."

"Oh, don't even think of accusing me of not being creative," Robin growled. "Surely you remember the last time you were in here. Do I need to reenact it to remind you?"

He turned to look at Robin. "I'd be easier to convince if you'd stop trying to use logic at me. I'm a god, Rob, logic doesn't work on me."

"Ain't that the fucking truth," Robin muttered, and then grabbed Hermes' shirt to yank him to him and kiss him, hard.

Hermes kissed him back, grabbing his belt and pulling him tighter as his lips parted and he moved almost savagely against him.

The kiss felt fantastic, and Robin was half hard by the time he pulled away. "I guess what I really should be asking is why you're here with me when you could just be staying at home with your cock tamer. And do keep in mind how fragile puck egos need to be stroked."

Hermes leaned in and nipped at Robin's neck. "I'm here because if anyone can make something absolutely mindblowing without me actually getting fucked, it's you, darling Robin."

That was slightly better, though Robin was still feeling rather petulant.

He slid a hand between Hermes' legs again. "By the way, while we're getting our boundaries straight, is my little toybox fair game?"

He bit down harder in attempt to leave a mark there. "It is, but I'd like to see what you're capable of without sticking things inside me. I'm sure you've got more...interesting things in there."

Robin let out a little growl when Hermes bit him, but didn't protest. Instead he just yanked away and said, "Strip and get on the bed."

Then he turned smoothly to walk over to his closet, adding conversationally, "I don't know what it is about you that brings out the sadist in me. It's not as if I'm always a dom, you know. Though the thought of following your commands kind of makes me giggle."

Hermes stripped casually. "Because I put up just enough of a fight to make it interesting or because I'm awfully pretty when I beg?"

Robin chuckled, and returned with his briefcase of toys a moment later, loosening his collar with his free hand.

"To be honest I think you're going to be pretty lackluster now, if that begging isn't for my giant cock."

Hermes tossed his clothes onto a nearby chair. "You know, you don't have to do this if you're so underwhelmed by it."

"I just hate to see someone not live up to their potential, that's all." Robin started on his buttons as his eyes drifted down Hermes' new body.

"And I hate to see someone attempt to guilt trip sex out of someone else," Hermes replied, flopping on the bed. He stretched out and tucked his hands behind his head.

"Guilt?" Robin scoffed. "Please. I could walk outside and have anyone I wanted."

He shrugged off his shirt and then moved to stand beside Hermes, dropping a hand to drag his fingers lightly down his chest. "I don't need your tight little ass, sweetheart. But I've had a long time to get kind of fond of you, and I like the way you sound when you come."

Hermes looked away, feeling oddly unwanted, like an obligation. Hermes got up and walked back over to his clothes.

"Nevermind. You're right, I don't know why I came here."

Robin bristled.

"Fine," he said petulantly, sinking onto the bed, obviously pouting. "He's probably wondering where you are anyway."

Didn't Hermes know that 'kind of fond of you' for a puck translated to 'you're basically my only friend and I'm so fucking lonely I could scream'?

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