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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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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."

"You know I could do that... but you've given me some boundaries, haven't you?" Robin licked a line up Hermes' collarbone and rolled his hips to slide their cocks together.

"I have," Hermes said, dragging nails down Robin's back as he stretched and moved and writhed on the bed. "But if anyone can manage it, it's you."

Robin let out a huff of laughter. "Let me get this straight. You want me to make you come... without touching your cock... and without fucking you. Now who's demanding?"

"Hair, neck, ears, fingertips, stomach, legs..." Hermes listed, brushing his nose against Robin's. "Words. There are tons of ways to make me come without going anywhere near my cock or my ass."

"Or your ass? Fuck, Hermes, why don't you just tie my hands behind my back while you're at it?" Robin slid his hands onto Hermes' cock one last time, and then got off of him completely, rocking back on his heels.

Hermes arched a brow, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked up at the puck. "What? You're not up for the challenge?"

"Oh, I'm up to it."

And suddenly Robin's eyes had the same predatory gleam that they'd had earlier, before things had gotten sweet.

He stretched across Hermes then, to the bedside table, and opened a drawer, pulling something out of it. A black blindfold, which he promptly tied around Hermes' eyes.

Hermes lifted his head to make the tying easier. He shifted on the bed so he could hold onto the headboard, relaxing and letting his other senses do the work of telling him where Robin was in the room.

"Words," said Robin softly, not moving from where he was seated at the foot of the bed, watching Hermes. "What sorts of words get you off these days, hmm? Should I be whispering soft endearments in Greek? No, no.. do you want to just hear what I wish I could do to you since you seem so intent on denying me? Or should I call you filthy names and watch your cock twitch at each debasement?"

"Anything," Hermes said, arching his back as he clenched his teeth. He wanted to be touched, he wanted to be touched so badly.

"I'm not going to bind you," Robin said simply. "If I have to exercise the restraint to keep my hands off of you, then I think you can do the same."

He watched Hermes writhe for a moment and then added in his low, seductive tone, "I can see it in your body, how much you want me. You tell me I can't fuck you, then you tell me I can't touch you where you want to be touched... I think you just want to be denied."

He moved closer then, not touching, but hovering his body over Hermes' so that his breath was hot on his skin. "You're the perfect little masochist. Last week I thought I was punishing you, but that was exactly what you wanted, wasn't it? To be denied. Your desire in my hands."

He blew across one of Hermes' nipples. "Only this time I don't know what you've done to deserve it."

He whimpered, reaching down to touch Robin, fingers in his hair, down his neck, over his back, using only the sound of his voice to guide him to where the other man was.

"Isn't telling you no enough?"

Robin laughed lightly at that. "Not what you did to deserve punishment, my sweet godling, what you did to deserve me giving you what you want by giving you what you don't want - my, you are complicated, aren't you."

He licked his lips and blew across Hermes' other nipple. "Why don't you start by telling me what you're going to do to me when I've miraculously made you come without touch."

He shivered, fingertips pressing against Robin's back. "I really, really want your cock in my mouth."

"Oh, of course you do." Robin leaned closer then and licked a line up Hermes' chest. "Of course you want my cock in your mouth, because you won't let me put it anywhere else. And you do love my cock, don't you, sunshine? Do you remember how it felt?" He flicked his tongue across a nipple. "How about when you were a woman? Do you remember how it felt then? How you begged for it?"

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