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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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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'?

He looked over at Robin, frowning a little as he tried to get a read on him.

He walked to the door, but only so he could close it and turn the light off before returning to the bed. Navigating in the dark was second nature to him and he found Robin easily, brushing fingers against his cheek as he leaned down to kiss him softly.

Robin was actually kind of surprised when he felt the kiss. When he heard the door close he'd been sure that Hermes was on the other side of it (even if he also thought that leaving him in the dark was kind of a dick move).

But no, there was a soft kiss instead, and it was so gentle that Robin nearly flinched at it.

"I thought you were leaving."

"Why would I leave you without coming first?" Hermes asked. "Look," he said softly, carding his fingers into Robin's hair. "I came here because you're my friend, because you're fun and I like spending time rolling around with you. Because you understand who and what I am and you don't let it scare you."

Robin was starting to get uncomfortable. This felt a lot like feelings, the kind that he spent most of his life trying to avoid. Or at least, if he had to put a number on it, since about the first century A.D.

"Just don't marry him," he muttered, sounding strangely vulnerable. "It'll only end in heartbreak."

"Mine or yours?" Hermes asked before leaning in to kiss him hard, not giving him a chance to respond.

Robin's heart had gotten covered over in lava.

He was glad he didn't have to give into the impulse to say that, though, because Hermes was kissing him and he was kissing back, sliding a hand up into his hair. He wished it were a little longer, he liked having something to grip onto.

Hermes eased him back onto the bed, straddling him with one hand on his chest as he braced his weight on his other arm.

How had this changed so quickly? Robin felt like he had whiplash, and he honestly wasn't sure what had happened.

It almost felt like this had something to do with Hermes caring about him, and first, when had that happened, and second, since when was sex about that?

"You should not have your clothes back on," he said, unable to think of a damn thing to say otherwise, he was off-balance, not being utterly in control.

Hermes kissed down his neck. "Then it's a good thing I don't," he said. "You want control back, you're going to have to take it."

"I can't say I'm unhappy with the way this is going," Robin said, rather enjoying the lips on his neck.

The sharp, straight edge of Hermes' teeth nipped against Robin's collar bone. His cock brushed against Robin's stomach, but he made no move to get either of them off.

"For now you aren't."

Robin was still wearing his pants, but underneath them he was hard as a rock. He sucked in a breath at Hermes' teeth against his neck, and felt his cock twitch.

"You think you're man enough to top me then?" he purred. Rolling his hips. "By which I mean philosophically, of course. No penetration required, unless you want to open up the briefcase. Though just say the word and I'll have you back on your knees and begging for it instead."

"I'm not and we both know I'm not," he said, tugging on Robin's ear with his teeth as he finally slid his hand down to put pressure between Robin's legs.

Robin was actually a little disappointed; part of him was hoping that Hermes would try. But it wasn't like he couldn't find someone else to dom him if the whim struck.

Made him wonder about this pet mortal, though...

He let out a soft growl at that pressure between his legs, and then rolled them over on the bed so that he was on top. "I guess I don't beg nearly as prettily as you either," he whispered.

Hermes was disappointed as well, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He remembered what happened the last time he tried to top another immortal and he wasn't going down that road again.

He rolled over easily and carded his fingers into Robin's curly hair, kissing him slow and deep.

"You don't beg," he murmured. "You demand."

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