goodfellow | for Thomas

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.

Thomas gasped, squirming to show Robin just how eager he was. "Yes, fuck...I need your cock, I need you to fuck me," he whined, the snowflake hanging from its chain around his neck, any further summons from the Leanansidhe unfelt and unanswered.

Robin was too intent on what else Thomas was wearing to care too much about the necklace. He slid another finger inside him, his own cock hard and sliding against the outside of the lace panties.

"Say it again," he growled.

Thomas groaned, rocking his hips a little. "Fuck me, Robin...please," he begged, and he didn't notice faint change in air pressure as they were joined by a third party.

"Well. I see now why you did not heed my call, phageling," Lea's tone was simultaneously sharp and amused. The amusement was gone with the next sentence though, leaving only a cold anger. "However, I expect my vassals to respond when summoned." She perched on the dresser in a flowing gown of royal blue silk, cat-slitted eyes narrowed as she watched impassively.

Thomas froze, his heart stopping at the familiar voice.

At the sound, Robin's head snapped up.

It was actually somewhat impressive, what happened next: Without even taking his fingers out of Thomas, his other hand managed to find a knife that he'd stashed underneath the mattress (there were several), and he brandished it at the unfamiliar... ugh. Fae.

"As much as I like exhibitionism I don't recall inviting guests."

Lea sniffed, giving Robin an unimpressed look as Thomas slowly turned his head to look at her. "Tut, now, puck. I liked you better with your lifeblood staining my slippers, I must admit." She sighed and slid from her perch, circling around the bed casually, though she was watching Robin and his blade the whole while. "As for invitations, I go where I please, and the little vamp is bound to serve me at my whim, no matter what depraved acts he's engaging in." She clucked her tongue and directed her words at Thomas. "Really, pet? Women's undergarments?"

"I'll come when I'm ready," Thomas growled through clenched teeth, pulling away from Robin's fingers. "Now get out."

Robin pulled himself off of the bed, standing but not moving closer to her.

"What the hell is she talking about, Thomas?" he growled, not taking his eyes off of her.

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