Prometheus

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't heard another peep about a potential puck in town. As far as he knew the mysterious naked jewelry thief hadn't been caught, and also hadn't made any other hits - at least not any that had eye witnesses or had caught him on camera. Though he might have preferred hearing something; the nugget of threat and then a lack of closure just had him on edge.

He knew he'd probably been a dick because of it, too. When Robin was uncomfortable, and especially if that discomfort had an edge of fear, he overcompensated. He pretended everything was fine, which meant he amped his Robin-ness up to eleven. Figuratively, he'd been swinging from chandeliers.

Which is why he was drunk and stumbling into the flat at 7:45 in the morning. He also couldn't remember where he'd left his shirt.

He tried to be quiet, but ended up crashing into the kitchen table and sending a bowl of apples crashing to the ground and rolling about. He swore.

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[goodfellow]

"Having them around makes me feel less like myself," Robin said quietly. "Remember when Pan tried to convince you he was me? I don't like the idea of someone fucking with my reputation."

[pecked_by_birds]

"No one who loves you would ever mistake you for another," Prometheus purred. "I understand though, you've worked hard to build an identity, to have it stolen would be like losing part of your soul."

[goodfellow]

"You're the only person I would completely trust to know me," Robin said softly.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm honored," Prometheus said, pressing a kiss to the back of Robin's neck before gently working his fingers through the other man's hair.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed a little, and then pushed his body back against him, in a way there was no denying the sexual intent. It was a default for him, a way to fill in the blanks when he didn't know what should go into the moment instead.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Not here, pet. Not here. Come, let's dry off and go to bed," the titan said, reaching past Robin and turning off the water.

He climbed out first, patting himself dry and wrapping a towel around his waist before reaching for another and beginning to dry the puck.

[goodfellow]

"Okay," said Robin, finding it comforting to do as he was told for the moment. The kindness sometimes felt as shocking as egg yolk to the head.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan got him dry, observing him and then leaning in and kissing him slowly, his hand coming to rest on the other man's backside.

After a moment he scooped him up and began to carry him through to the bedroom.

[goodfellow]

Robin was startled at first, but didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around Prometheus' neck, then kissed it, over and over.

[pecked_by_birds]

Laying him out on the bed, Prometheus encouraged him to roll onto his stomach, rubbing his back and then beginning to massage away the tension in his back. He knew what Robin wanted, and he wanted it too, but he was in no rush to get there. He wanted the puck completely relaxed before they even began.

[goodfellow]

"You're being too nice to me," Robin said again, but the complaint was more than a little half-hearted now. He felt his body beginning to relax.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Hush, puck, don't tell me how to handle you," Prometheus purred, his tone a bit harder now as he gave Robin a light smack on the ass. It was all show though, he had no intention of being anything but kind tonight.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed in contentment at the light smack. "Noted," he said.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan rubbed him from shoulders all the way down, eventually settling in by his feet, working his thumbs along Robin's soles. It must have hurt slightly as he firmly worked the muscles, but he chased away any discomfort with soft kisses down his spine and the backs of his legs.

[goodfellow]

It did hurt, but Robin didn't mind that either, and it really was doing its job. He could even handle this kindness, even convince himself he deserved it. He didn't say anything, just made little sounds of contentment.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus went on a while longer, but eventually stopped to reach over to the bedside table and fetch some lube. Wordlessly he began to prepare Robin, nudging his thighs apart and beginning to prepare him.

"There we are, dove," he soothed, two fingers deep inside him as his other hand firmly gripped the back of the puck's neck, holding him down and offering him a hint of the dominance he knew he often liked.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a little gasp and then moaned softly. "Prometheus..." He tried to keep still, though couldn't stop himself from squirming a little.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Hush, no pleading tonight, no begging. Say you surrender yourself to me, to my pleasure," the titan demanded, adding another finger and holding him down harder.

[goodfellow]

"Oh god, yes," Robin moaned. "Fuck yes, I surrender." That was perfect, the idea of being the source of Prometheus' pleasure, while also surrendering to this.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus rewarded him by slipping his fingers free and settling in between his thighs, encouraging the other man to lift up onto his hands and knees.

"Such a good puck," he murmured, stroking himself before guiding himself into his lover. He loved the way Robin felt, to the point that it was rare now he indulged in pleasure with anyone else. This was all he needed. This was all he desired.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned loudly, and here was the difference, of how Prometheus felt inside him - it was more than just physical pleasure. It was something else entirely. And it might never be enough for him, but it could be the best thing.

[pecked_by_birds]

Reaching around, the titan took him in hand, stroking him slowly as he nipped at his shoulder.

"I love you, Robin," he whispered before starting to fuck him with slow but hard thrusts.

[goodfellow]

"I love you," Robin whispered, barely audible. He pushed back against him, and then moaned again.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus' other hand slid around to hold the puck's throat, lifting him up more and holding him against his chest as he rolled his hips. He was kneeling, his legs spread slightly and forcing the puck's thighs apart. It didn't make it easy to fuck the other man, the position forcing his thrusts to be a bit more shallow and quick, but it felt good to be so close.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned again the second the Prometheus' hand wrapped around his throat. He spread his legs eagerly at the nudge, and let his body react to Prometheus'. He wanted more, and he didn't want it to end, even as he felt pleasure starting to coil inside him.