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for Nathaniel

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"I'm going to take such good care of you, kitten," Robin purred.

He thought of some simple command he could provide, and finally said, "I want to see you. All that creamy skin." He breathed hot into Nathaniel's ear. "Skin that goes pink so easily, I'd wager."

He stepped backwards and said, "Strip," his eyes on Nathaniel, waiting to see if he would do it well or meekly.

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Robin struck home with the whip three more times and then dropped it to his side. He walked up closer to Nathaniel then and dropped his lips to his shoulder. And then kissed one of the marks, trailing his lips in kisses that would burn the sensitive, welted skin.

Nathaniel slumped a little and clung tightly to the statue when Robin stopped hitting him, but his back tightened again when he felt lips on the welts. He sucked in a breath and every time that breath was released, it was in soft whimpering sounds. "Please," he breathed. He wasn't even sure what it was he was asking for. More, less, something in between. He just needed something.

"Please, sir, you'd like some more?" Robin breathed against his neck. He was so turned on he could hardly see straight. Nathaniel was perfect. The perfect, wanting pet. He ran his thumb lightly over one of the welts, and then stepped back. "Patience, kitten," he purred, and took off his pants.

When he moved back to Nathaniel, he knew that the boy couldn't see what he'd revealed, but he could feel it now, pressed against his backside. And Robin's endowment was clearly eager.

He pulled Nathaniel's hair away from his neck and licked a spot, sighing softly at the friction as he rolled his hips a little.

"I can be patient," Nathaniel promised softly. There was a difference between patience and eagerness. He was eager for Robin to do whatever it was he was going to do. But, if Robin wanted him to wait, if he wanted it to last, then Nathaniel could wait, however hard it was.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling a slight sting from his back as his chest expanded.

"Let go," Robin said softly. "Turn around. On your knees." With Nathaniel getting off on orders so much, Robin wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see his pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.

Nathaniel turned and kept his vision on the ground. "Yes," he said and then quickly added, "sir." He fell to his knees and waited. He knew what Robin wanted, but wanted him to ask - or tell - first so that Nathaniel wasn't just assuming.

Robin slid his fingers into Nathaniel's beautiful hair.

"Suck," he said, though it wasn't harsh and hardly even lewd - the word was soft, like a caress.

"I don't expect you to be able to take it all, pet," he added in a soft purr. Though if the boy wanted to take it as a challenge, he wouldn't complain.

Nathaniel started off slowly. He wrapped his lips around the head of Robin's cock and sucked that and then pulled back. Then he went in again and took him in a little further. He wasn't quite taking Robin's words as a challenge, but he'd had plenty of experience in sucking off men. He'd had women clients occasionally in his life before, but they'd more often been men.

Robin continued petting Nathaniel's hair as he took him into his mouth, groaning softly. "Very good, kitten," he praised, and tightened his fingers, not enough to discourage, just barely enough to hurt.

"You're doing so well I think I might fuck you."

This time he pulled on Nathaniel's hair hard enough to stop him, to pull his head back. "Would you like that?"

Nathaniel's lips were wet and slightly swollen from his ministrations and he looked up at Robin with dazed eyes. "Yes." His agreement came before comprehension and, when he understood, he shuddered a little. Oh yes, he would like Robin to fuck him very much.

"Yes, please."

"On the bed, kitten," Robin purred, sliding a finger underneath Nathaniel's chin to urge him to his feet. "On your stomach."

Nathaniel rose smoothly. He was reluctant to leave the feet of Robin's fingers on him, but he'd been given an order and so he walked over to the bed, sprawling on his stomach. He turned his head a little to watch Robin behind him.

Robin slinked over to the bed like a jungle cat, finally climbing up onto it with Nathaniel. He stretched out below him, sweeping a hand across the fine curve of his ass.

"Your orders now, pet," he purred, "are only... to beg, as soon as you feel so inspired."

And then he bent his head and dragged his tongue along the cleft of the boy's delicious ass.

Nathaniel heard a subtle sort of message in Robin's voice. It was something along the lines of 'beg me when you've had enough'. And, as he doubted Robin would appreciate him either begging immediately or never begging at all, he waited, fingers curling in the sheets as his body arched against Robin's tongue. He whimpered, but he didn't beg yet. Robin would want to work for it.

And work for it Robin did. He'd had a lot of practice doing, well, pretty much everything, and this was no exception. His tongue worked over Nathaniel, dragging and probing, as his hands kneaded his back and ass.

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