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]

"I am," Thomas answered playfully, his fingers curling around Robin's cock more firmly as he began stroking in time with the thrusts of his hips, groaning against his neck. "You know...slumming is kind of fun, sometimes," he panted, laughing breathlessly.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned. "Fuck that feels good. I'm almost okay with the fact that the gorgeous captain left us in the lurch."

[raith_rogue]

"His loss," Thomas growled, nipping at Robin's skin, keeping him pinned against the wall with his body as he moved faster, making the sex a little hard, a little rough, to match the setting and the mood.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin closed his eyes, feeling himself getting close as Thomas slammed him against the bathroom stall.

He heard a moan. It wasn't his, and it wasn't Thomas'.

"Fuck, baby, you hear that? I think we got someone else excited."

[raith_rogue]

"I have that effect on people," Thomas pointed out, chuckling breathlessly as he kept moving without faltering.