goodfellow | for Thomas

for Thomas

It was perhaps two in the afternoon, and Robin was in his apartment waiting for Thomas. The place was messier than usual - mostly because he hadn't gotten a new housekeeper yet. He should do that, he just... hadn't gotten around to it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he last one had tried to kill him.

Half an hour ago, Robin had called the salon. He'd said only: "I took the afternoon off. If you do too, I'll blow you before you can can get more of a foot into my apartment." To his credit, he'd at least made sure that Thomas was the one who'd answered the phone, but he hadn't waited for a response before he'd hung up.

Maybe it was his way of showing that he had some power over Thomas... or maybe he just really wanted a cock in his mouth. Either way, when there was a knock at the door, he opened it, yanked Thomas inside by his shirt, and dropped immediately to his knees.

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Robin was naked by then, and standing near the bed, his back to Thomas. He looked over his shoulder.

A playful smile pulled at his lips. "You're assuming they're not mine?"

Thomas snorted and flipped the panties at Robin, looking him over with a hungry expression. "Fine. If they're yours, why don't you put them on?" he remarked with a smirk.

Not even missing a beat, Robin caught the panties and purred, "You know, I think I'd rather you put them on."

"Dream on," Thomas said with a little chuckle, drawing closer. "I'm pretty enough without wearing a thong."

Robin dangled the panties so that they brushed Thomas' chest.

"Oh, come on. For me?" Robin licked his lips. Once he got an idea in his head he had a hard time letting go of it.

They'd fit him, too; their previous owner had been a wonderfully curvy woman. Nnnngh.

"Please?"

"I'm not wearing women's panties!" Thomas protested, laughing and taking a step back. "Especially used ones." Who had used them he didn't want to know, but he definitely wasn't interested in putting them on.

At that, Robin dropped the panties on the floor, crossed the room to his wardrobe, opened up a drawer, dug around, and then emerged with a pair of underwear very similar, except black instead of red.

He smiled sweetly and held them out.

Thomas groaned and shook his head. "Are you serious? Why?"

"Because it's hot," Robin said, his voice low. "Because you're hot. And because I've never seen you not be completely up for something before and that just makes me want it more."

Thomas rolled his eyes and came over to grab the panties, holding them up before sighing and bending to step into them. "Cross-dressing. This is a new one," he muttered as he pulled them up his legs.

Robin couldn't hep but be pleased that he'd managed to convince Thomas so quickly. Winning was probably more important than the act itself.

A little smile pulled at his lips when Thomas pulled up the panties.

"Very pretty," he purred, and stepped closer to him. He slid his hands onto his waist, just ghosting down to the top of the lace. "Fuck, suddenly I just want to ravage you."

"I'm going to credit the demon with that, rather than the underwear," Thomas remarked with a little smile, his eyes fading toward silver as Robin's hands moved over his skin. "It'll make it easier to look myself in the mirror." He cupped Robin's cheek and kissed him finally, as he'd been longing to do since he'd stepped in the door, pressing his body against Robin's.

Robin kissed him back, grinding a little against Thomas, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing against the satin and lace. Then he growled, "Oh, you want to look at yourself in the mirror. You look good enough to eat. Or fuck."

"So do you," Thomas murmured, his hands sliding around to Robin's ass. He kissed Robin again, hard and eager, and then pulled back a little to grin at him. "Now get to the ravaging, already."

Robin growled and reached around to grab Thomas' ass in turn, hands skidding over the lace.

"The question is, do I want to fuck you bad enough to take those hot little panties off of you to do it."

"If you care, my vote is yes," Thomas replied, grinding against him invitingly as his mouth moved over Robin's neck, kissing and sucking at the skin.

Robin licked his lips and squeezed Thomas' ass. "God I love it when you want me to fuck you." His finger slid underneath the elastic of the panties and he purred obscenely, "You're so hot when you're cockhungry."

"I'm always hot," Thomas pointed out in a whisper, kissing his way up to Robin's ear, his body pliant and submissive against Robin's as he nibbled at his earlobe.

Robin wasn't about to argue with that. "Beautiful," Robin murmured, dragging his hands up Thomas' sides, then back down. "Admit it, you like it, the feeling of silk and lace against your skin, hmm?" He slipped a fingertip down the back of the elastic on the panties, down to just brush the crevice of Thomas' ass. Teasing.

If it weren't for how Robin felt about it, the answer would probably be no. But he could feel Robin's lust, his hunger for this, and it fed his own, overrode his natural proclivities. "Yes," he whimpered, squirming against Robin, tempting him. "Now fuck me. Please..." The last word was a plaintive moan, his hands roaming over Robin's back, feeding on the desire radiating from the puck.

Robin was fond of those words. He growled his approval and kissed Thomas again.

"On your hands and knees on the bed, gorgeous."

Thomas pulled away and moved toward the bed, pausing for a moment as the medallion around his neck sent a chill through him. Fuck that, he thought and ignored it, crawling onto the bed and looking at Robin over his shoulder with an inviting smile. He'd deal with Lea later.

Robin took his time, watching Thomas as he got out of the rest of his own clothes, finally joining him on the bed, nude.

He reached across him for a bottle of lube in the bedside table. He licked his lips and said, "It's so hot the way your cock is stretching out those panties." He covered the fingers of one hand with lube and slid them down the back elastic of the panties - not taking them off just yet.

Thomas practically purred, arching his back and shifting his ass back toward Robin with a low moan. "You like it? It's making me so hard..." he murmured, sighing.

Robin groaned. "I like it. And yes, you're very hard..." He leaned over Thomas, growling in his ear. "Eager little bitch, aren't you?" And he slid a finger smoothly inside him.

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