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for Thomas

Robin was "home" early from work because he'd sold a car for approximately three times what it was worth with the customer kissing his feet by the end. Seemed like a good reason to call it a day on a good note, and so he'd driven his own car way too fast down a busy street back to Thomas' place.

Thomas was still at the salon, and so Robin puttered around for a bit, bored. He took off his shoes and socks and jacket, drank a glass of wine, drank another glass of wine, and then started snooping around. He hadn't done a lot of that, considering how long he'd been staying here. He liked to think it was because Thomas was usually home when he was, or because he didn't care enough, rather than something like respecting the vampire's privacy.

He was glancing through the coat closet when he heard the front door open. It was pretty innocuous, the coat closet, so he didn't bother to stop. Instead he pulled out a hideous crocheted scarf, holding it between his hands and turning to regard Thomas (who looked as edible as always).

"I didn't take you for the handmade-by-grandma style," Robin said dryly, looking at the scarf with some distaste.

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"I prefer bongs," Robin said conversationally as he slid out a paper and popped the seal on one of the bags. "Or hookahs. Though those things are back at my place and this is much more portable."

As he spoke, his nimble fingers made quick work of the process, and only moments later he held a perfectly rolled joint between his fingers. He pulled a silver lighter out of his pocket and lit it, then politely passed it to Thomas.

"Portable is exactly why I usually go with the simple joint," Thomas remarked, taking the offered joint between bandaged fingers and dragging deeply. "...I want the number of your dealer," he added while still holding the smoke in, then exhaled slowly.

"He only deals with me," Robin said with a flash of white teeth, and plucked the joint from Thomas' fingers so that he could take a hit. "I guess you'll just have to keep me around."

Thomas arched an eyebrow. "...Are you suggesting we make this a permanent arrangement?" he asked incredulously. "Because if so, I think I need another shot."

Robin blinked at him. Then took another hit before passing it back to Thomas. "No, I was not asking to move in with you. For fuck's sake, do I look like I go for commitment?" He actually looked kind of petulant now, as if put out that he'd been so misread.

"Oh good." Thomas took another drag and held the joint out to Robin so he could use both hands to pour more scotch. "I was worried for your sanity for a minute."

"Hmph." Robin took another hit, now feeling pleasantly high. "As far as you're concerned, I only want one thing from you and it's in your pants."

They probably both knew that wasn't exactly true, but it wasn't like he was going to admit that.

Thomas snorted but didn't dispute the words. "Good to know you're not getting bored with me," he drawled, smirking.

"Bored? No. Not yet. But then, there's so much yet to keep my interest."

He picked up one of the shot glasses that Thomas had refilled and knocked it back. Then he set it down and slid his hand onto Thomas' thigh.

And then since there was clothing stopping the skin to skin contact he knew Thomas needed to really feel his desires, he leaned in and nipped lightly at his earlobe, too. With a bright vision of fucking Thomas dancing in his head.

Thomas inhaled sharply, draining his shot before turning to Robin, his eyes lightening. "...You want to top?" he murmured, brushing his lips over Robin's lightly.

"I do." Robin's tongue darted across Thomas' lips.

It wasn't something he'd cared much about thus far, mostly because what he had been getting from Thomas was what he hadn't been getting from anyone else lately - a kind of dominance that he craved, simple as it was.

But when it came to not being bored, well, there really was so much more to do. And the buzz of alcohol and weed and arousal had his dick hard with the thought of Thomas' perfect ass.

"Don't you?" His lips moved to Thomas' neck, hands sliding loosely onto his hips. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

Thomas hadn't, not really, but that was because Robin hadn't. He tilted his head with a soft sigh, closing his eyes. "I thought you liked having me in charge," he teased, arms wrapping loosely around Robin as he shifted closer, responding to Robin's desire, arching against him.

"I do," Robin purred, rolling his hips against Thomas, feeling his cock suddenly painfully constricted in his pants. "I also bore easily. It's pretty amazing that you keep me interested after all this time."

"So is this an ultimatum?" Thomas grinned and took a step back, toward the hall--and the bedrooms. "I let you top or you'll get bored with me and all the magnificent sex we've been having?" The look in his eyes said Robin was definitely getting what he wanted, despite his words.

Robin followed right behind him, barely letting the distance between them close. "I don't want you to let," he said. "I want you to want. And if you want what I want... well, I can want a lot."

Now that the idea was in his head, in fact, it was pretty all consuming. He hadn't thought about it much before because of how much he loved Thomas fucking him, but at least for tonight, a little switch had flipped.

"Of course, you know my ego," he added in a low purr. "I don't just want you to let or to want, I want you to like."

"Well. I'll let, and I want...but whether or not I like is up to you," Thomas teased, leading Robin back into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway for a lingering kiss.

Robin kissed him, both hands sliding down to cup Thomas' ass.

Maybe he was a little high, but suddenly little seemed more important than making this one of the best fucks Thomas had ever had. Which he insisted to himself was all about his ego and not about making Thomas feel good. The ends just happened to be the same.

"Tell me how you like it," he purred against Thomas' neck when the kiss broke. He moved back towards the bed, fingers at Thomas' shirt. "How you like it. I don't give a flying fuck about your hunger, I just want to know what makes you scream."

Thomas actually hesitated, frowning slightly. It was a question he didn't know how to answer. Generally he wanted whatever the other person wanted, because that fed the Hunger better, generated more sexual energy for him to feed on. Besides, by the time they got to this point most people were too incoherent to even bother asking.

But Robin had had enough experience with Thomas and his demon, and clearly he wasn't effected quite so completely. "I..." He swallowed, both touched that Robin had even asked, and a little panicked as he fished for an answer, an honest answer, his mind straying to the very topic that he'd been drinking to avoid. Justine. That was the last time he had regular sex with the same person for so long, and what had he wanted with her? And had he wanted it because of his own preferences or just the imprint of hers?

His expression was uncharacteristically vulnerable as he started moving again, reaching for Robin's pants to undo them, his heart pounding. "I haven't done this very many times," he began, licking his lips nervously as he considered how well-endowed Robin was, especially. "Just...keep that in mind. Other than that, do whatever you want and I'm sure I'll love it." It wasn't what Robin was looking for as an answer, he knew, but he honestly didn't have any better answer than that.

The thing about Robin was, right now, the mood he was in in this moment - what he wanted was to make Thomas fall apart. That was his desire, the lust coursing through his body, to hear his name from those gorgeous lips, perhaps a touch of begging, sounds of pleasure, all because of Robin's prowess, his skill, his cock.

At that expression on Thomas' face, Robin at least had an inkling for the reason, and he didn't push for an answer. It wasn't like Thomas was the only lover he'd had unable to articulate what they wanted. He'd just have to figure it out as he went along.

Though I haven't done this very many times sent a spark of pure animal arousal straight to his groin. Fuck. How was he only just now getting around to this?

"Don't worry," he murmured, and brought a hand up to Thomas' face, running his thumb down his cheek, petting his hair. "I've done this a time or two." He finished unbuttoning Thomas' shirt and pushed it over his shoulders as his cock twitched inside his pants at the proximity of Thomas' fingers.

"I'll bet you have," Thomas replied, smiling and briefly rubbing his face against Robin's hand (but not nuzzling, that's not what it was at all). He lightly rubbed his hand over the bulge in Robin's pants before moving both hands to either side of Robin's waist, slowly pulling his pants down, the hesitancy from a moment ago gone, along with his usual dominance. He was letting Robin call the shots this time, and a thrill ran through him at that thought.

Robin wasn't wearing underwear, which wasn't unusual for him. He stepped away from the pants and kicked them away. His cock was already mostly hard, and it was a good thing that he had a lot of practice being very patient.

He brought his hands to Thomas' pants and made quick work of pushing them down as well. He leaned in close to Thomas' ear and murmured, "Trust me." And he nipped very lightly at his earlobe as he slid a hand down to wrap his fingers around Thomas' hand and pull him back to the bed.

"I do," Thomas answered quietly, pausing at the edge of the bed only long enough to tear the bandages from his hands, which had already begun to heal, the blisters gone though they were still angry red in spots. He finished undressing and climbed onto the bed, kneeling as he looked at Robin with a coquettish smile. "How do you want me?"

If Thomas were anyone else, and displaying that kind of submission, Robin would have probably had his cock in their mouth before the question could even come out. But he'd already mapped this out in his mind and was telling himself it'd be worth the wait.

"First, on your stomach," he said, and walked over to the cabinet to retrieve some things. "And make yourself comfortable, as you'll be there for some time."

Thomas grinned and stretched out on the bed, shifting a little to make sure he was comfortable, pillowing his head on his arms as he watched Robin with idle curiosity.

Robin returned a moment later, though stood back for a second and sighed in appreciation."You are a work of art," he said, and he wasn't one to give idle compliments. He removed the rest of his clothing as well, and climbed onto the bed beside Thomas, setting two things on the mattress beside him - a bottle of lube, and a rather generous sized anal plug.

And then he started at Thomas' neck and started to kiss his way down his back, hands moving over his skin, followed by his mouth, lower and lower...

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