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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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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...

Thomas looked at the accessories with a faint smile, then sighed and arched into Robin's touch a little, closing his eyes. He intended to fully enjoy every moment of this, every surprise Robin wanted to throw at him.

Robin appreciated that little sigh, rewarding him with his tongue skating out across Thomas' lower back. Then he settled himself comfortably, sliding his hands onto that perfectly sculpted ass, spreading him carefully, and then dragging his tongue along the cleft ever so lightly, a teasing promise of what was to come.

"Ohhh..." Thomas groaned breathlessly, his body tightening with a delicious tension. "Fuck yes, Robin..."

Arousal spread through Robin like wildfire, at that. As if he really even needed spurring on, but he let his tongue delve deeper.

He knew exactly what he was doing, so much practice under his belt, and he had a pretty long tongue, besides. He was definitely taking his time, with the intention of building a slow tension and intimacy even as he very slowly started to open Thomas up.

Thomas was loving every moment of it, of being unhurriedly seduced rather than the other way around. He let Robin know of his approval with gasps and moans, his body shifting, unable to keep still.

This went on for some time, until Robin finally lifted his head and instead slid one oil-slick finger inside Thomas. God but he was tight. Robin groaned softly, a sound of anticipation, and bent his head to kiss between Thomas' shoulder blades as he twisted that finger expertly inside him.

Thomas hissed in a breath between his teeth, a shudder running through him as he undulated gently beneath Robin, wordlessly giving his approval. The puck really did know what he was doing, not that Thomas had doubted. He was slowly going mad with the growing need Robin was kindling, and Empty Night, it was good.

Honestly, a part of Robin - a very small part, granted - had been slightly worried that Thomas would be faking it. That there just wasn't enough to his own desire outside of someone else's to give him much from an act like this.

Oh how very glad he was that he'd been wrong. Because Robin could tell when someone was faking.

"You like that, sunshine?" he purred, and slid a second finger inside him beside the first.

Thomas inhaled sharply, going still for a few moments, letting his body adjust. Then he nodded, fingers digging into the pillow. "Like it," he agreed breathlessly, starting to move his hips again. "Fuck, I want you..."

Robin purred in response to that, a sound of sensual praise. "Good." It was less 'I'm glad' and more 'good boy, right answer.'

He moved his fingers inside Thomas, stretching and stroking. "All in good time," he added, and added one more finger.

The plug he had chosen was large. But he had chosen it because it was the right size to prepare for his cock. He removed his fingers and began to slick the plug with lube.

Thomas looked back over his shoulder, taking a few slow, deep breaths and trying to relax. He knew it was necessary, especially with how well-endowed Robin was, but he'd honestly never had something that big in his ass before. "Slow," he reminded Robin as he laid his head on the pillow again, closing his eyes and putting his faith in Robin, his skill, his experience.

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