goodfellow | for Thomas

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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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.

"Slow," Robin promised, the word soft, a caress.

He positioned the plug, and very, very slowly began to push it inside Thomas. His other hand was all over him, moving from angling the plug to stroking his back, massaging his ass, caressing his neck. His lips on his ear, face in his hair, murmuring nearly inaudible words of praise.

Thomas kept his breathing slow and even, though the stretching feeling hadn't reached the point of pain yet. And Robin's touching and stroking helped distract him, which was the point, he knew. Didn't mean he didn't appreciate it. He tilted his head back to meet Robin's, nuzzling whatever skin he could reach with a soft moan of encouragement.

Robin began to whisper then, words in other languages. Greek, Arabic, Mayan. Even dead languages. Ancient Etruscan. Words he had no intention of Thomas actually understanding. How good he would feel, how beautiful he was. Even, in seductive passing, how grateful Robin was for him.

Then, with the plug still nestled inside Thomas, Robin rolled him over onto his back. And began licking his way down his chest toward his cock. Hands on Thomas' hips, en outraging him to move, to roll his body, to enjoy the feeling of being filled as Robin reached his cock and lathes his tongue across it greedily.

Most of it was just meaningless whispered babble to Thomas, but he did catch a few words in Etruscan, which made him smile a little. He was quickly distracted by Robin's mouth and his hands, though, moving pliantly as Robin turned him over, his legs wide and heels braced against the bed as he moved, the motion almost sinuous as his hips lifted and dropped, his breathing a little unsteady.

Robin continued licking, not swallowing him down, just flicking a talented tongue out and back and up and down. It wasn't his intention to get Thomas off, not yet, but to make him want, to promise the kind of pleasure that only his mercy could provide.

He loved the way Thomas tasted. He could do this all day. Which was impressive considering just how much he wanted to be inside him.

Robin groaned, finally lifting his head and kissing his way up Thomas' stomach. "Any thoughts now?" he teased. "On what you might like?"

There was plenty of wanting already, Robin needn't have worried on that point. He took a few deep breaths and lifted his head to look at Robin. "Aside from you?" he panted, laughing breathlessly.

Robin lifted his head, a smile quirking his lips. "That's your cue to beg, sunshine," he teased. "Not mandatory, just a suggestion. But yes, me is a very good starting. I'm glad it's me you're wanting." He scraped his teeth against one of Thomas' nipples.

Thomas bit his lip, arching up into Robin's mouth with a sultry groan. "You're good, but I'm not quite to the begging stage, yet," he teased back, rolling his hips gently to make the plug shift inside of him.

Just for that, Robin pulled that same nipple between his teeth a little harder before pulling away. He let out a dramatic, long-suffering sigh. And straightened so that he could swing a leg over Thomas and straddle him. He slid a hand back and palmed Thomas' cock. "You certainly are difficult to please."

Thomas shook his head, groaning softly and grinding against Robin's hand as best he could. "No. Easy to please. Difficult to make beg," he corrected breathlessly, grinning up at Robin.

Robin arched a brow as he let his fingers slid lightly up and off of Thomas' cock. "You do realize I have no choice but to take that as a challenge," he said, affecting an almost bored tone.

Thomas smirked, even though his toes were curling with want. "Bring it."

Robin liked a challenge.

He smiled, his wide used car salesman smile, and lifted himself off of Thomas. He moved from the bed, over to the drawer where he kept some of his things, and pulled out a couple of silk scarves (that looked very good with his suits, among other uses).

"Wrists to the bedposts, kitten," he purred, and slid the silk between his hands.

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