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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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"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?"

One broad hand moved to take them both together, stroking firm and slow. "Yes," he moaned. "Fuck, yes, Robin." His other hand ran down Robin's back to his ass, holding tight to the muscled curve of it.

Robin sucked in a breath and started to move a little, fucking Hermes' hand, feeling that hot slide of their cocks together. "Of course while I'm fucking you, his cock is in your mouth. He's got his hands tight in your hair and I've got my hands tight on your ass and we're both slamming into you and all you can do is take it..."

Hermes cried out, feeling it start to build in him. His breath came heavier, more ragged as he moved to meet Robin's movements. "Gods, want it so bad." He licked his lips. "Want to watch you fuck him too. Want to see his face when he takes your cock."

Robin groaned and started to move a little faster. It was amateurish, it was raw, but he didn't fucking care. It felt good and he just wanted to hear Hermes make those sounds.

"Oh yeah," he grunted, "he'd take it. We'd handcuff you to the bed. Make you watch while we fuck each other. I'd fuck him so fucking hard and he'd come all over your chest, and you'd just lie there and watch and get harder and harder until we decided we wanted to let you join us."

"Robin!" Hermes yelled, tipping his head back as he held Robin's ass tighter, arm moving with his thrusts.

"Almost...oh gods, fuck Robin."

"Take it, baby," Robin grunted, sliding hard against Hermes and then bending his head to his neck, biting and then sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Come all over me, remind me why I want you so fucking bad."

Commands never failed to get Hermes off. His hips bucked up against Robin, into his hand once, twice and he came with a loud, shuddering moan, muscles twitching with the force of it.

Robin moaned at that, feeling the hot splash on his skin and feeling Hermes' body ove underneath him. "I'm about two thrusts from coming all over you," he rasped. "If you really wanted me in your mouth like you said then you've got a very limited window."

Speed and strength had yet to leave Hermes, and in that moment, he was pretty sure they never would or at least wasn't thinking about it. Barely coherent out of the haze of his own release, he moved to slide down, lifting Robin so that those thrusts could be delivered in his mouth and not all over his chest and stomach.

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