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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 continued with dragging his hand along Hermes' thighs and stomach, everywhere around but not touching his cock. "Think he would go for it?" he purred. "Because I always say, the more the merrier. And I'm pretty sure that would count as a sanctioned exception to your relationship lent. Mmmm I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, being at both of our mercies. So many strong hands holding you down, so many hard cocks wanting to fuck you..."

He writhed, trying to get attention on his cock, trying to get so many things as the hand that wasn't on Robin's cock roamed his body.

"Please," he whimpered, "Robin."

Robin leaned down, lips close to his ear. "Please what?" And he pinched one of Hermes' nipples, hard.

He yelped, arching towards that contact. "Touch me. Need your hand on my cock."

"What happened to not touching you? I'm a little offended that you don't think I'm up to the challenge." Robin licked behind his ear at the same time he pinched his other nipple.

Hermes kissed him hard, reaching up to pull off the blindfold as he moved to push Robin to his back.

"Maybe it's not me."

Robin made a small sound of surprise as he suddenly found himself on his back. He licked his lips, not protesting at the moment because he wanted to see where Hermes was going with this.

"What's not you, sunshine?"

"You, sorry," Hermes said, grinding their hips together.

He bit down at Robin's neck.

Robin let out a little grunt of pleasure. "Fuck me, Hermes, did you just give me 'it's not you it's me' in the middle of sex? What's that supposed to mean?" He slid his hands onto Hermes' ass and squeezed.

"It means I want you to fucking touch my cock," he growled, nipping as far down Robin's chest as he could without breaking the rhythm he'd set with their hips.

"Oh yeah?" Robin ground out, thrusting his hips up and feeling their cocks slide together deliciously. "Make me."

Hermes couldn't ignore a challenge like that and he grabbed Robin's hand off his ass and pressed it against his cock. "Do it," he growled, tugging roughly at his earlobe.

Robin slid his hand tantalizingly down Hermes' cock, but when he got to the base, he gripped it in a practiced way, much the way a cock ring would.

"Like that?" he growled against his ear.

"No," Hermes growled back. "You know exactly what I want, puck."

"If we're going to break the rules, we're doing it my way," Robin purred, and then slid his hands onto Hermes' arms and rolled them over so that he was on top again - and then rolled Hermes again until he was on his stomach.

Hermes tensed and looked over his shoulder at Robin. "What exactly is your way?"

Robin leaned over him and bit the back of his earlobe. "Me, fucking you with my tongue. You, rutting against the sheets like a little slut. How does that sound?"

"You and your," gasp, "oral fixation." He shifted, getting more comfortable on the mattress.

Robin chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like it. I just want to make sure you remember this long after you've come." And he started kissing his way down Hermes' back.

Excepting the fact that Hermes and mouths in that area was generally hit or miss in the first place. He squirmed, trying to keep Robin from getting too low. "Wait," he said, licking his lips. "If you're going to do that, I'm going to need way more alcohol."

Robin lifted his head, and then lifted an eyebrow. "I see. Well, you've obviously been with someone who doesn't know what they're doing, but I'm not going to use this opportunity to convince you." He dropped a kiss to Hermes' spine.

"Fine, you win. My hand was, it that you wanted?" He slid it along Hermes' side.

"It's not that," Hermes said, groaning as he rolled over to look at Robin. He touched the puck's face. "Even I won't demean you like that. Even if you wish it, Robin. Your perfect little mouth doesn't belong there."

Robin snorted as he swung a leg over to straddle Hermes' hips. "You are far too old to be that unenlightened," he said. "It's not demeaning, it's hot. However, we will work on that attitude later. After all, if you're not going to let me put my cock there..." He dragged his fingers lightly down Hermes' chest.

"To each their own," Hermes said. He ran his hands up Robin's thighs, grinding his hips up against him. "It's not that I don't want your cock in me," he murmured, "not that I don't want you to fuck me until I scream so loud Miss Wood comes up here to kick you out herself..."

"Oh good, I'm glad to know that," Robin purred, sliding against his body, leaning his head down to kiss his neck. "Because I want to fuck you so bad, baby... want to slide inside you so hot and wet and tight, want you to feel me filling you, moving inside you... and you'd love every fucking second of it. Wouldn't you, sunshine?"

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