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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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.