"Good." Thomas slapped Robin's hip lightly and leaned over to pull the drawer open, smirking at what he found and utterly unsurprised. Robin was almost too perfect for him; later he might even take the time to be suspicious. When he was less consumed with other things.

He grabbed one of the bottles and rubbed it generously on both hands, one curling around Robin's cock again, squeezing and slowly stroking as he pressed a finger on the other hand inside him, panting a little.