for Nathaniel

[goodfellow]

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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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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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

[nickybrandon.livejournal.com]

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.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.

[nickybrandon.livejournal.com]

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.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.