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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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"COME IN!" came a shout from behind the door. "IF YOU'RE HERE TO KILL ME I'M ARMED."

He was in the bathtub, up to his neck in bubbles, and had no intention of getting out.

Thomas couldn't help but smile a little as he let himself in. He didn't call out, just wandered from room to room until he got close enough to smell the water and the bubble bath, then he followed his nose to the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. "Having a girl's night in?" he remarked mildly, his expression fond.

Robin snorted. "Says the man who was wearing lace panties."

He cracked an eye open, managing to keep his expression bored even though he was looking to see if Thomas had come back in one piece.

"Only because you wanted me to," Thomas pointed out, peeling off his shirt and toeing his shoes off as he wandered into the room to sit on the edge of the tub. "You look...decadent."

Robin ignored him.

"What did she make you do?"

Thomas shrugged. "Babysit." It was technically true, though it had been more of prisoner-sitting. And on that side of reality, it had been a bit more than four hours.

"That's all?" Robin looked skeptical, sitting up a little so that the water splashed.

"Yup." Thomas wasn't going to offer any more detail unless pressed. He was just going to do what he had to do to satisfy Lea's bargain and not think about it the rest of the time.

"You should not be someone's lapdog," Robin said bitterly.

"And you shouldn't be dead," Thomas replied tightly. "Given the choice between the two, I'll temporarily do what she wants. At least I get to stay on this side most of the time."

"And what happens if she asks you to do something that you don't want or aren't willing to do?" Robin asked. He sat up more and leaned forward, water sloshing out of the tub.

"There's very little I'm not willing to do," Thomas answered dryly. "Besides, I set a few conditions." Not many, not nearly as many as he should have, but he'd been pressed for time and just a little bit panicked.

"Oh, please. It's what the fae do best, making deals that you're not going to like in the end." Robin slid his hands down his arms, pushing away the bubbles. "So if she doesn't like your performance, is she going back on the deal?"

"It doesn't matter." Thomas had no intention of doing a sub-par job of anything Lea asked of him. He wouldn't risk Robin like that.

"Oh whatever," Robin said irritably, because it was easier to be pissed at Thomas than anything else. He slid his hands onto the edge of the tub and pulled himself up.

Thomas didn't want to fight about this. What was done was done, and it wasn't Robin who was serving a Lady of Faerie for a year and a day.

He looked at Robin as he stood, the soap bubbles clinging to him in not-so-stratgic places, much to his enjoyment. "Mmm...it's a shame you just got all clean," he murmured.

God Robin loved it when Thomas looked at him like that. Like he was a particularly delectable piece of meat.

"Yes."

He stepped out, water dripped, and stepped past Thomas, back to him as he slid a towel not around his waist but around his hair.

Thomas moved in behind Robin, kissing and licking soapy water from Robin's shoulder, the nape of his neck, pulling his shirt off with one hand so he could press his bare chest to Robin's back.

"Insatiable," Robin murmured. Not that he could have resisted even if he'd wanted to, with Thomas touching him.

For you, Thomas thought but didn't voice. Aloud he said, "And you love it." His hands moved to Robin's hips, sliding over still-wet skin with a sigh.

Robin couldn't argue with that, so he didn't bother. "Something kinky," he announced,

"Mmm...what'd you have in mind?" Thomas purred, letting his hands move to Robin's abdomen, sliding up to his chest as he nibbled at the puck's neck, then bit more firmly.

Robin moaned at the bite. "More of that."

It always went straight to Thomas' cock when Robin moaned like that. He growled and did just as Robin asked, biting his way along Robin's shoulder, his fingers finding Robin's nipples and pinching them hard as he rocked against him.

"Fuck me," demanded Robin, pressing back against him. "Fuck me hard. I want to feel it."

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