for Thomas (NSFW)

[goodfellow]

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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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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you strike me as a man who looks good in anything," Robin said, maybe even a touch smug, as he trailed after him. "By the way, I suppose if we're to continue off together now would be an appropriate time to ask your name."

[raith_rogue]

"It's true," Thomas answered, to both observations. He held the tag out to the somewhat flustered cashier to remove from the sleeve as he all but ignored her, turning to look at his new companion. "I'm Thomas."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Thomas. It seemed so terribly ordinary for whatever he was.

"Robin," said Robin. He had a feeling 'Rob Fellows' wasn't going to get him far with this one, so why bother?

He paid enough attention to the cashier for both of them, winking at her. "Doesn't my friend look dazzling in purple?"

[raith_rogue]

The girl fumbled the credit card she was trying to handle back to Thomas, nodding mutely, a little overwhelmed by the two men at once. Thomas pressed his lips together to keep his laughter to himself, signing the slip of paper she offered with a flourish. "Come on, Robin. Let's go get that drink."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin's eyes flicked to the receipt just long enough to get a glimpse at Thomas' last name, and he filed it away out of habit.

Not that he couldn't have picked his pocket in an instant if he'd wanted to know.

"You're in luck," he said as he swept away from the counter, assuming Thomas would follow. "I'm in walking distance. I like to conveniently locate myself near expensive stores and loud clubs."

[raith_rogue]

And follow Thomas did, intrigued to say the least. "Having just met you, I find that completely believable," he replied with a chuckle, tucking his hands casually into his pockets as he strode just behind and to one side of Robin.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Well now you know what I like," Robin said, glancing sidelong at him as they walked. "Why don't you tell me what you like?"

[raith_rogue]

"...Money, and the things you can buy with it," Thomas replied with a smirk. It was...well, not untrue, but much more shallow than the whole truth, but Robin would have to earn more than the shallow facade he had spent his life hiding behind.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I can relate to that," Robin said, which was a convenient statement just as they rounded the corner to his clearly expensive building. He waved a hand at the doorman, who opened the door and didn't so much as bat an eye at Robin's company.

"Though," Robin added as they walked into the lobby toward the elevator, "I imagine there are a great many things you can get without paying for them."

[raith_rogue]

"Is that a personal 'you' or a general 'you'?" Thomas asked, not even bothering to glance around. One expensive building was much like another, after all.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you in particular," Robin said, and reached out and took Thomas' hand, pulling him into the elevator and hitting the button parked "P."

The doors closed and he yanked Thomas against him. "You seem to have a real way with people."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas arched an eyebrow, jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as he fought to keep his demon in check at the renewed contact. "...That's one way to put it," he answered wryly, his hands moving to rest on Robin's hips.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin tilted his head, nose brushing against Thomas' hair. "Mmmmm you smell... not human. But I like it."

The elevator dinged, and Robin pulled away and walked out, assuming Thomas would follow. His door was right there, the only one on the floor, so his keys were out and in the door immediately.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas hated to be predictable, but he didn't have much choice but to follow; he certainly wasn't going to walk away now. "I could say the same to you," he replied, moving in to press his body against Robin's back, "though it would be more accurate to say...taste." Not that his sense of smell wasn't superior to the average mortal on the street, but he'd really noticed it with Robin when he'd started to feed.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Mmmm." Robin actually ended up fumbling with the key a little, which was quite a credit to whatever pull Thomas had on him. He was not clumsy by nature.

"Come in and have another taste then, gorgeous," he said, finally managing to get the door open. "You might recognize a note of honey."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas' lips brushed the nape of Robin's neck, drawing a quiet sigh from him. "Mmm. First, drinks and conversation."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin felt a little shudder go through him. The things that are bad for you always feel the best. Which was how he knew that Thomas Raith was very, very bad.

"My wine rack is at your disposal," he said, and forced himself to pull away, sweeping inside, locking the door behind him. The place was impeccably decorated, lots of sleek metal, white leather, and mirrors, with the occasional touch of old world, a few things that looked very, very old and thus somewhat out of place.

There was a wine rack above the bar in the kitchen and he slid a hand over it before pulling out a very nice bottle of merlot. "Unless you'd prefer liquor?" he said, looking over his shoulder.

[raith_rogue]

It was a familiar decor, really; calculated to look as expensive as it was, and not very comfortable or practical. "Wine is fine," he answered, following into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, trying to keep his hands to himself for a minute.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin poured too glasses, and a moment later crossed the short distance and held one of them out to Thomas, the other perched between his fingers. He took a drink.

"You're the most fun I've had all week," he said.

[raith_rogue]

"I'll take that as a compliment," Thomas said with a smile. He took a sip of wine and arched an eyebrow over the rim of the glass. "So. What are you?" No point in beating around the bush, they both knew that neither was human at this point.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Well now that's just rude," Robin said, not sounding terribly put out at all. "What I am, chicken, is Robin Goodfellow. And whatever you are, I was here first." He was at least fairly confident in that. It wasn't as if Thomas was, god forbid, an auphe.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas' eyebrows rose at that, but then he just smirked and drawled, "age before beauty, then," and took a sip of wine.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin just snorted in response to that, and waved a hand. "Fine wine, blah blah. Now tell me, if I can be equally rude, what are you? Because the last incubus I met wasn't nearly as pretty."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas still didn't have the answer to his question, but if it would make Robin more willing to share, he'd go first, he supposed. "Incubus is one way of putting it, though it would be more accurate to say I'm a psychic vampire with...particular tastes." And wow, it felt strange to just say it, no hedging, no coyness. Lara would disown him for it, no doubt, but in a way it was kind of exhilirating, too. He always did like to be contrary.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That was not a big surprise; it was all semantics, really, and Robin had gotten a pretty good idea for the mechanics of what Thomas was. "Oh?" he purred. "And how do I taste then?" His lips curled into a slow smile. "Let me guess. Like an all you can eat buffet?"