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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 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.

Robin was probably pushing his luck, but hey, that's what he did best. He leaned close to Thomas' ear again, blew over it, came just so very, very close to touching him, but didn't. And said, "Please what?"

"Please fuck me, you cocky sonofabitch," Thomas answered in a half snarl, straining toward him. "And turn off that fucking vibrator before it drives me insane."

Robin probably could have gotten something a little nicer out of him, but he almost liked that better. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

He kissed Thomas then, a reward for good behavior, Robin's desire pouring out of it like a tidal wave. And he reached between Thomas' legs and pulled the vibrator away, flicking it off.

Then he reached up and made very quick work of untying Thomas' bonds. "Hands and knees, kitten," he purred. "Facing the mirror."

"You're a pushy top," Thomas remarked with amusement, though he was reeling a little from the kiss after being deprived like that. He took a deep breath and got onto his hands and knees, head down for a minute as he tried to get his desire a little under control. Just enough to keep himself in charge, rather than his demon.

"I'm a pushy bottom too," Robin reminded him cheerfully. Which was true. Even submissive, he was never really... well, submissive. He liked to be challenged, to be forced. And Thomas could force him, which was why he liked being dommed by him so much.

As he got behind Thomas, he allowed him that moment of quiet, palm skidding up his spine, fingers coming to rest gently in his hair as Robin carefully pulled out the plug. He tossed it aside, and leaned down to bite lightly on the back of Thomas' neck, wondering if he could get just one more little plea out of him.

"You are," Thomas agreed, holding his breath as Robin removed the plug his body abruptly feeling empty with the loss of it. He exhaled slowly, reaching one hand back to dig his fingers into Robin's hip, letting the Hunger promise to fulfill all of Robin's wants, his darkest desires and fantasies, though that touch.

... good enough, Robin thought, suddenly so full of desire he wasn't sure he could have held off if he wanted to.

To his credit, when he began to push inside Thomas, it was very slow. He thought he'd done more than his due diligence with respect to foreplay, and he knew that the plug had more than prepared the way, along with his fingers and tongue and a very generous amount of lube.

Thomas braced himself against the bed, trying to keep as relaxed as possible to minimize the pain. Despite Robin's careful preparation it did hurt a little, but not in a bad way, and Thomas let the pain fuel his own need, pressing back a little to meet Robin, to let him know without words to keep going. Not that either of them were of a mind to stop at the moment.

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