goodfellow | for Thomas

At that, Thomas stopped moving. He stood up, looking down at Robin, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I told you. You don't owe me," he repeated quietly. "I'll call you that cab."

Robin sighed and let his head fall back against the couch. "Oh, for fuck's sake. Why? I like blowing you."

"Do it because you like it, then," Thomas snapped. "Not because you think you owe me. I didn't save your life so you'd be indebted. I did it because..."

But he stopped before the rest of that sentence could come out, teeth clenched. Yeah, they weren't going to talk about that. Instead he reached down and began stroking his cock.

Robin's eyes drifted, following Thomas' hand. Sliding over the utter perfect that was his own cock.

"You can feel how much I like it," he pointed out, and dropped off of the couch and onto his knees.

Thomas hadn't doubted that Robin liked it. Of course he did, that was part of what Thomas did to people. "Just don't do it as payback," he whispered one last time, his free hand moving to Robin's hair, combing through the curls.

"Haven't you learned by now that everything I do is selfish?" asked Robin before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around Thomas' cock.

He was just going to, you know, ignore some of his behavior during the battle.

Thomas was probably smart enough to not point out that oversight, but even if he wasn't, Robin's mouth on his cock was enough to make him forget how to talk altogether for a few seconds. He tightened his fingers in Robin's hair, tugging at it as he gave a small roll of his hips, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. "Fuck yes," he growled.

It was true - Robin loved sucking Thomas. He loved the way he tasted, loved the perfect length of him, loved the sounds he made, the way he said Robin's name. He loved it all, and the desire poured off of him in waves.

Thomas reached out to steady himself on the arm of the couch, his other hand releasing Robin's hair to cup his cheek, drinking in his lust and trembling a little as he fought his demon, kept it in check. "Oh, Robin," he whispered, watching him with mirrored eyes, thrusting gently into Robin's mouth.

It might have seemed strange to anyone else, that Robin had nearly died and the first thing he was doing after was getting drunk and sucking someone's cock. But for him, there was nothing else that would be more appropriate. And he went about his task with gusto.

Honestly, Thomas thought it seemed perfectly appropriate. He was far more worried about Robin when he wasn't interested in sex.

He didn't want this to ever stop, but Robin's enthusiasm coupled with the fact that Thomas hadn't had sex in days made the possibility of this lasting much longer a slim one. Before too much longer he was panting, his body tensing as he got close, fucking Robin's mouth until he abruptly stiffened and came hard, moaning Robin's name as his head fell back.

When Robin felt Thomas come, he basically groaned into it, licking up every drop and then rocking back on his heels and looking up at him. "Feeling better, sunshine?"

Thomas lowered his head to look down at Robin, trying to catch his breath. "Mmm...yes." He took a step back and dropped to his knees, grabbing Robin's head and kissing him deeply, hungrily, tasting himself in the puck's mouth.

Robin kissed him back, hard.

"Don't call a cab," he growled against his lips. "I'm staying here tonight."

Thomas groaned at those words, running his hands slowly down Robin's chest. "Good," he replied in a low voice, dropping his head to tease at Robin's nipple with his tongue as he slid a hand inside Robin's pants.

Robin moaned softly, and closed his eyes.

... and saw Seraglio. And then the flash of a face even older. Guilt twisted in his gut.

He sagged a little against Thomas. "How would you feel if I asked you to punish me again?" he asked softly.

Thomas lifted his head, his hand stilling. "For something in particular?" he asked, his tone careful. For whatever you did to the people that worshipped you?

Robin didn't answer him.

"Pain would help," he said instead. "Make me forget, Thomas."

The request broke Thomas' heart a little, but he nodded and kissed him softly one last time. "All right," he murmured, closing his eyes and running his hands over Robin's skin, letting the demon influence what he wanted to do to Robin. Then he got to his feet and grabbed Robin by the arm, gripping his bicep firmly, and started dragging him toward the bedroom without another word.

Robin let out a gasping breath as Thomas dragged him, his pulse already beat a little faster. He really did think this was what he needed. To forget. And perhaps, to be punished for what he had done.

Thomas didn't want to punish him, not really. He didn't know what had happened, what Robin had done, but it had been so long ago. It should've been long-forgotten by everyone.

But if Robin wanted it, if he needed it, Thomas could do it. And his demon...his demon would enjoy every second of it, at least.

He dragged Robin to his feet in the bedroom and pushed him back onto the bed. "Take your pants off," he commanded, moving to get a crop and a ballchain flogger that he'd never used. He tossed both of them onto the bed for Robin to see, then looked at him for a moment. "Do I need to restrain you?" he asked calmly.

Robin looked up at Thomas with wide, green eyes for a second, and then shook his head as he began to fumble with his pants. "No. I'll stay."

Thomas nodded and picked up the flogger, absently letting the cold metal chains trail up Robin's arm, to his chest, his face neutral and impassive as he waited for the puck to finish undressing.

Robin shuddered at the bite of cold against his skin. The flogger was a more serious instrument than the one he had used last time. Capable of inflicting true pain.

Good. Robin was capable of feeling good pain.

Once he was nude, he faced Thomas. "How do you want me?"

Not like this, Thomas thought, but he pushed it away, his lips curling just a little. "On your stomach, for now."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject