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When the man's pants fell to the floor, Robin's eyes slid downward as his tongue skated over his lips. "Oh is that what I'm saying?" he teased in response to the comment about eating him.

And with a little swivel of his hips, his own pants dropped. He wasn't wearing underwear, which wasn't unusual.

He looked back up with an expression that clearly read: Please, no applause.

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"I may take you up on that," Thomas breathed, shifting and pulling out carefully to collapse next to Robin, not realizing right away that he was no longer conscious. When Robin was silent for more than a minute, though, Thomas hoisted himself up to look at him, his eyes slowly fading back to grey as the demon settled, more sated than it had been in a long time.

"Hells bells," he muttered, not even realizing he'd picked up the curse from Harry. At least he could see Robin breathing, even and normal, and a quick check of his pulse showed it to be slow but steady. He laid there for a few more minutes, sprawled next to Robin, then pushed up to a sitting position, leaning over Robin's prone form as he untied the scarves, carefully lowering the puck's arms to rest at his sides. He considered him once more, then sighed and yanked a blanket partway up over them, stretching out near Robin on the huge bed and closing his eyes. He had nowhere to be, and he wasn't going to leave until he made sure Robin was going to wake up and recover from this.

Besides, after sex that amazing who wouldn't want to just relax and get some sleep?

Time passed. The room grew dim, then dark, and finally just when sunlight began to peek in through the blinds, Robin woke.

He felt as if he'd just slept for a week. Hell, he might have been afraid he had, if it weren't for the fact that a gorgeous specimen of a vampire was still in the bed next to him.

He propped himself up on one arm. "You made me miss a whole afternoon of work," he said.

Thomas was not, as a rule, a morning person. But amazing sex and a good, solid block of sleep was enough to leave him at least coherent. His eyes slowly opened and he gave Robin a somewhat incredulous look. "...You'll live." He turned onto his back with a sigh and a luxurious stretch. The morning after wasn't exactly his forte, but at least the bed was huge and comfortable.

Robin's eyes drifted over Thomas' rather magnificent form, which looked even better by early morning sunlight. He licked his lips and then said, "Hey, a man's got to make a living. Virgins don't just grow on trees anymore, you've got to wine and dine them." He sat up and stretched, then rubbed at his wrists, which were very slightly red from his straining against the ropes. "Though you're right, I'll live. Even after you did your worst."

Thomas watched Robin as he sat up. "Oh, it's been so long since I've had a virgin," he groaned. Of course, that was mostly by choice; virgins made it even more difficult to keep control.

He sat up and rubbed his face, glancing around the room. "Yeah, you seem fine. I should get going."

"What, no breakfast?" Robin yawned as he slid out of the bed, liquid and cat-like and utterly unconcerned with his own nudity.

But then he glanced at the clock and said, "Oh. Well, you did take a lot out of me, didn't you, kitten. All right, off you go. I need to get to work and my housekeeper gets very cranky about naked houseguests."

"You need to find a new housekeeper," Thomas suggested, rising just as fluidly as Robin and searching for his pants.

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