The Porn-Off

[goodfellow]

It was Friday night, and Robin had dragged Thomas to a bar because (a) he wanted to get drunk, and (b) he didn't want to be alone and out if he was drunk since bullet-proof vests only got you so far. Robin could take down an entire crowd with a hand behind his back in a bar fight even three sheets to the wind, but it's hard to dodge a sniper if you can't walk a straight line.

"Did I even tell you about the time I fucked the Virgin Queen?" he asked Thomas loudly before curling his hand around a freshly-poured pint.

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[raith_rogue]

Thomas didn't know whether to laugh or groan, but Robin begging was more than he could resist, even if he'd wanted to. He didn't.

He pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the head of his cock. "You're so impatient," he teased softly, taking his time pressing into Robin, one hand resting on his hip.