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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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... 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.

Robin did keep going. He dug his fingers into Thomas' hips and oh yes, kept going. Until finally he was buried to the hilt and he groaned like he'd never felt anything so good. Hell, maybe he hadn't.

Thomas took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, his head hanging a little as he let his body adjust to the feel of Robin's cock inside of him. Then he shifted his hips, tightening around Robin, encouraging him to move, even as the demon fed gleefully on the lust coming from Robin in waves.

Robin was more than happy to let Thomas take whatever he needed, because he was planning to take everything he wanted.

He started to thrust, slow but deliberate. After a few seconds he curled his fingers ever so lightly into Thomas' hair and urged without pulling hard for him to look up. He met Thomas' eyes in the mirror, Robin's green eyes so bright they couldn't have been human, and shining with desire in a way that probably couldn't have been either.

Thomas smiled as their gazes met, his body rocking with Robin's thrusts, his eyes a silvery glow as he moved back to meet Robin's cock, matching his pace.

"God you feel. So. Nnngh." It was incredibly inarticulate for Robin. But fuck. He'd known it would be good, but this was goddamn nirvana.

"I know," Thomas replied, teeth clenched as he watched Robin in the mirror. He could tell how much Robin was enjoying it with every cell in him, after all, and his demon was eating it up. "You feel pretty damn good, too," he added after a low groan.

The praise just resulted in a surge of lust through Robin and he picked up the pace a little as he reached around and slid his hand onto Thomas' cock.

"I assume I shouldn't bother to make you come first," he rasped out, lips close to Thomas' ear. "There's no way you won't, when you feel mine."

Thomas couldn't answer for a moment, his body moving between Robin's cock and his hand with a growing need. "...Probably right," he panted, a shiver running through him.

"Look at me," Robin demanded, eyes, boring into the mirror, waiting for Thomas to lift his gaze. He said something in greek, something about how beautiful Thomas was, that he just didn't want to say in English, and then added, "Tell me you want me to come."

Thomas met Robin's gaze obediently enough, but at Robin's next demand he smirked, breathless as he was, and purred, "Make me."

Robin recognized that kind of defiance. It was the same kind he had, and he remembered telling Dick - I don't want to submit, I want to be challenged. The truth was, he didn't want to submit, he wanted to be forced.

He let his hand still on Thomas' cock, and then smacked his ass hard with one hand. Not enough to hurt, not really, but enough to remind him who was in charge. And then he leaned over and pulled Thomas' earlobe lightly between his teeth before murmuring, "I suppose I could tie you up again. But we both know you're just being difficult. You do want me to. You really, really do."

Thomas chuckled, the sound unsteady as his breathing. "Call it a taste of your own medicine, puck," he answered, gritting his teeth as Robin kept pushing him, driving him closer to the edge the whole time. "Of fucking course I do..." His eyes were shiny and bright, like metal in sunlight, as he watched Robin, moving with him.

Close enough. At that, Robin began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his hand still moving over Thomas' cock, hie eyes closing with the utter force of the desire building up around him.

He leaned just close enough to rasp into Thomas' ear again.

"I hope it's best fucking thing you've ever tasted."

And he came, and it was beyond words.

Thomas shuddered as that wave of desire hit him like a solid thing, his own orgasm ripping through him as the Hunger reveled in all of the energy to feed on, greedily gorging on it all. He had to lock his elbows to keep from collapsing onto the bed, weak and shaky with their combined release.

Robin groaned as if all the life had left him. He would have liked to have stayed like that for a moment longer, enjoyed the feeling of softening inside Thomas, but he suddenly felt as if he could not hold himself up any longer either.

He pulled out and collapse heavily onto the bed beside Thomas, head nearly hitting the footboard on the way. The mattress bounced a little, and he lay there flat and boneless, face down into the mattress.

Thomas took a deep breath and then crawled over to slump next to Robin on his side, his breathing slowly evening out and his eyes closed.

It was a long moment before Robin moved or spoke. He turned his head just enough to mumble, "You should show some concern. If I were human I'd probably be dead right now. Though what a way to go."

"What would I do, give you mouth-to-mouth? That'd help," Thomas drawled, chuckling softly as he swung a hand to lazily smack Robin's ass. "I was going to give you a few minutes before I started to worry." And he would have worried, too.

Robin just made a muffled little sound at the slap. He vaguely thought he'd like to roll over but couldn't seem to move very well yet.

"Tell me the truth," he said, still sounding like he was half asleep, or half dead or something. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Thomas snorted. "You even have to ask?" But he knew the puck's ego by that time. "It was amazing. I don't think I can walk, it was so good."

That actually seemed to revive Robin a little, and he managed to roll onto his back, looking up at Thomas with an exhausted grin.

"Aren't you a lucky duck," he said. "It wasn't bad for me either. I might keep you."

"How fortunate," Thomas replied, deadpan. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at Robin with obvious appreciation, head to toe.

Robin let out a low groan, that was halfway between sensual and pained. "Don't look at me like that, sunshine. If we had another go I think you really might kill me."

And that was a seriously big statement for a puck.

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