goodfellow | for Thomas

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.

Thomas shifted so he was sitting on the bed, stormy grey eyes shooting daggers at the faerie. He clenched his jaw and didn't answer.

But Lea was all too willing to fill the silence if Thomas wasn't. "Did he not tell you, sweet?" she asked Robin innocently, tilting her head and looking like the cat that ate the canary. "Did you not think that your continued existence came with a price?" She chuckled and added in a mocking coo, "One your pretty little Thomas was all too willing to pay."

Thomas wished at that moment that he was anywhere but here. He refused to look at Robin, keeping his gaze on the treacherous fae bitch instead.

Robin dropped the knife to his side, and turned his head to look at Thomas incredulously. "She saved me? What did you give her?" His tone of voice suggested he already knew he wouldn't like the answer.

"My service," Thomas answered quietly, fingering the chain around his neck.

"And a poor service it is turning out to be, little phage," Lea added tartly.

Robin snapped his gaze back up to the woman, staring daggers at her.

"Whatever you need him for can't wait until I've finished fucking him?"

Lea waved a dismissive hand at Robin. "I don't want it to wait," she informed him archly. "He is mine through fealty thrice-pledged, and if I require him for a task, he cannot refuse me."

"I'm not refusing, I'm postponing," Thomas snapped.

"Do you really think you're going to get anything useful out of him when he's got blue balls?" Robin snapped.

He crossed the room toward the woman, the knife still at his side, but stopped just short of her. "So you saved me. You made a good bargain, I doubt most would consider me worth that much."

"I'll admit, I was surprised by his devotion," Lea purred, watching Robin with an amused smirk. "He did not even try to bargain." She sniffed. "Amateur."

"I'm right here," Thomas muttered, yanking the blanket over his lap. "You can stop talking about me like I'm not."

"It's not devotion," Robin snapped.

He looked over at Thomas then at the woman sitting on his dresser, and said, "I'm going to get a drink." And walked out of the bedroom, still naked.

Thomas sighed as he watched Robin walk out of the room. If the puck disappeared on him again, he would kill Lea. Somehow.

"I am not your slave," he said to Lea in a low voice once they were alone. "I'll do what you want, but I'm not going to rearrange my life for you."

Lea arched a brow. "You should have been more careful with your terms then, pet. You agreed to do my bidding. I bid you to do so now."

Thomas' jaw tightened and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Make me," he growled.

The faerie's eyes narrowed and she simply stretched out a hand toward him, then abruptly clenched it into a fist. Pain shot through Thomas, through every cell in his body. He convulsed backward, hitting his head against the headboard without even feeling it, a breathless gasp the only sound he could make before the pain stole even his breath. "That can be arranged," Lea growled, but Thomas didn't hear the words.

Even as he left the room, Robin's senses had been keenly aware. And he was still in the doorway when that exchange took place.

A glance over his shoulder, barely, just enough to see the pain in Thomas' expression, and then the knife in his hand was flying through the air toward the woman's throat.

Lea's gaze shifted toward Robin and she held out a hand to stop the knife flying toward her. She precisely pinched the blade between thumb and finger, halting its progress far before it could imbed itself in its target, but the moment she touched it she hissed in pain and it dropped to the floor.

Thomas gasped as the pain vanished, lying still and trying to catch his breath.

Lea glared at Robin, biting back the outraged threat she would make if he were human. But he wasn't, and he could pose a real threat to her if he wished, much as she hated to admit it. Without looking at Thomas she murmured, "Come to me soon, phageling. I shan't wait long, and you won't like it if I have to fetch you a second time." She shot one last venomous look at Robin and disappeared.

Robin hadn't expected the knife to hit her, and in fact, it had precisely the effect he'd hoped. When she was gone, he walked over and picked up the knife, and then finally, turned back to Thomas.

"Anything you want to tell me?"

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