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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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"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."

"Yes, I demand," murmured Robin, bending his head to kiss Hermes' neck, then trail his lips down his chest. "I demand pleasure. My own. Yours."

Hermes pulled him back up, wanting to kiss him some more. His hand moved down Robin's back, stopping at his ass as he pulled him closer, grinding his hips against Robin's.

He cared. It felt weird to be in bed with Robin and caring, but he didn't want to let go of that feeling, not yet.

Robin allowed Hermes to pull him back up, and he kissed him deeply, a little moan escaping into it at the friction between his legs. Not breaking the kiss, he slipped a hand down and curled his fingers around Hermes' erection.

He rocked his hips into Robin's hand, only breaking the kiss to tip his head back and moan, breathing coming hard and heavy.

It was dark in the room, but there was enough light to see shapes. Enough for each man to know where the other was, not that there was any doubt of that given the fact that they were currently pressed up against each other, but it gave Hermes ideas regardless.

Robin shuddered a little and then broke apart just enough so that he could start fumbling with the fastenings on his pants. He needed to be naked and he needed to be naked now.

Almost automatically, Hermes' hands went to help Robin with his pants, pulling them off once he got the zipper down and the button open.

Robin got his pants down, wiggled them down his legs, and then kicked them off. He immediately folded himself over Hermes again and kissed him with a moan, moving his hips to slide their erections together.

He wanted in Robin badly, almost worse than he wanted Robin in him. "Why don't you want me to get married?" he asked, nipping at Robin's lower lip. "There's more there than concern."

Robin stilled for a moment. "I - " He was so taken aback by the sudden question that a lie didn't come out. Instead he just said quickly, "Don't ask me that now." And then kissed him again. Because fuck, what would be a bigger boner killer than thinking about the real answer to that.

"I'm just going to pretend that you want me for yourself then," he teased, not thinking for the slightest moment that it was true.

Robin continued to grind against Hermes, slower now, lips moving to his neck. Ignoring that comment, he murmured against his skin. "Tell me what you want. If it's not me inside you, what do you want."

"I do want you inside me," he said, groaning. He wiggled beneath him. "Want you to make me come without touching my cock."

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