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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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.

Thomas smiled and shifted a little higher on the bed, obediently spreading his arms for Robin, his eyes a shimmering silver.

Robin was good at tying knots. He suspected that Thomas could break through the scarf material if he really wanted to, but it would take some serious work - the non-human strength kind of work.

He made quick work of it, and then walked away again, going back to the collection of toys. He returned a moment later, a smile pulling at his lips as he thought back to the experience that had given him this idea, with a vibrating egg.

He smirked at Thomas as he spread the other man's legs. He flicked on the egg, it started to buzz, and he laid it neatly between his legs, midway between the plug and his cock, so that the vibrations would be felt by both - and no matter how Thomas moved, it would wind up touching some sensitive part of him.

"Ohhh, you evil bastard," Thomas gasped, biting his lip as he shifted, breath catching, trying to either get more contact or less and failing on both points.

"Oooh I love it when you talk dirty to me," Robin teased, and then settled himself at the foot of the bed, leaning back against the footboard. Not touching Thomas at all. No skin-to-skin contact. No feeding.

He licked his lips as he watched Thomas, and reached out to slide a hand over his own cock, sighing with pleasure.

"Fucking tease," Thomas answered, tugging at the bonds, his cock twitching as he watched Robin's hand move, as he tried to shift his leg close enough to touch Robin, as the demon protested the neglect.

Robin shifted just out of the way of Thomas' leg.

"You should know better than to challenge me," he said blithely, and then moaned softly as his thumb skidded over the tip of his cock, spreading moisture. "I know you want me to touch you. Can you imagine any deeper touch than me inside you?"

Thomas growled and pressed his lips together, stubbornly refusing to answer, though that little buzzing egg was driving him crazy, as was the absence of Robin's touch.

Robin had to hand it to Thomas, he had a stubborn streak to rival his own.

After a minute more, Robin rose up on his knees. Still not touching Thomas, but did reach out to reposition the egg a little, pushing it so that it buzzed insistently against the plug.

Thomas grunted and rocked his hips, his breathing getting a little ragged. He watched Robin, his gaze intense, but didn't beg. Not yet--but he was getting close.

Robin had to hand it to him - Thomas had some serious restraint. Though actually that wasn't all that surprising. Not with what he had to deal with on a regular basis in terms of temptation.

Robin leaned down and blew across Thomas' ear. "I can do this all day," he purred.

And then, just a taste, he flicked his tongue out to lick Thomas' earlobe. Just a flash of skin-to-skin contact. A flash of Robin's desire to fuck Thomas until he trembled with pleasure.

Then it was gone, and Robin shifted his body so that they were no longer touching.

Thomas gasped as his demon surged toward that fleeting touch, swallowing hard. He could hold out longer, but he didn't really see the point, not when giving in would be so good, for both of them. "Fuck, please," he growled, eyes bright with his Hunger.

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