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Prometheus

When Robin called Prometheus, his words were a little slurred. "Hey baby," he managed. "Can you come to the club? I've lost a lot of blood and I need someone to stay with me and make sure I don't die."

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Prometheus headed up to the flat and after a moment called out.

"Robin? Come see," he called.

In putting his paints away he'd uncovered an older canvas- A painting of a place he did recall. A place he'd once called home in America.

"Do you remember?" he asked, looking over at the puck once he'd joined him. "I loved that farm. You were never keen I don't think. Too far from the city for your liking, I'm sure."

"Ah yes," said Robin, and slipped his arms around Prometheus from behind, put his chin on his shoulder. "I only went there to see you."

"Good to know- I did worry sometimes you were only there for the goats," the titan teased, turning in Robin's hold to face the puck. "Your visits are my most treasured memories from that time," he said, pulling Robin closer and starting to dance with him, even though there was no music.

They were treasured memories for Robin, too, though tainted... because as with every period of time they'd spent together before this one, it had ended badly.

But he didn't say that, not wanting to remind him. So he just danced.

"You are perfection, do you know that? From the bow of your lip to the curve of your backside, you're art come to life, dove," the titan said.

A smile curved over Robin's lips. "Oh, do go on," he purred.

"You don't need to be told you're beautiful, you already know. I do think, however, you could be reminded that you're clever and witty, a joy to be around..." the titan went on.

Robin knew he was that, too, even if he tended to assume that people liked him for other reasons.

"So are you, you know," he said softly. "Beautiful. And clever, and kind, and brave..."

"Such kind words, dove," the titan said softly, dipping the puck and then kissing him soundly.

Robin made a sound of pleasure into the kiss. "And hot," he said breathlessly when it broke. "And sexy."

"Your favourite things then," he teased.

"To be clear," Robin murmured against his ear, "it's not like that's what I like best about you, but I do really love how you look naked."

Prometheus chuckled softly, scooping up the puck and carrying him over to the sofa.

Robin laughed in delight, and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Oh please tell me you're planning on ravishing me," he teased.

"It's always on my mind," the titan assured him, unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at the puck.

Robin wet his lips. "Really? I like that."

"Well, it's on my mind when you're around..." the titan said, honesty winning out over romance. "My mind's a busy place after all."

Shrugging his shirt off, he tossed it over the back of a nearby chair before starting to undress the puck.

Robin allowed Prometheus to remove his shirt, and then his trousers. "That's fine, I'll take that," Robin murmured. "Please undress me with your eyes whenever you like."

"Noted, petal," the titan purred, carefully climbing atop him and beginning to kiss his way down Robin's chest.

Robin sighed, and reached out to stroke Prometheus' hair. "God I want you," he whispered.

The titan hummed, lips moving lower and lower until they brushed against the other man's cock.

"How badly, pet?" he purred.

Robin sighed happily. "So badly... and I like it when you call me pet."

"Mmm," the titan smiled. "My sweet precious puck."

"I am," Robin murmured. "I'm yours."

Prometheus smiled, then took the other man's cock between his lips.

The titan was always slow and calm, as though he had all the time in the world to enjoy this. He was rarely frantic or rushed.

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