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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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"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."

"You always do," Thomas whispered, pulling back a little so he could undo his pants, shoving them down and kicking them away as his mouth moved back to Robin's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck me," Robin repeated breathlessly, tilting his neck in an encouraging angle.

Thomas stepped back, pulling his body away from Robin so their skin wasn't touching anywhere. "You know...I think I've taken enough orders today," he observed with an evil little smile. "You really need to stop being so impatient." He walked out of the room at that, wandering into Robin's bedroom and over to the wardrobe, pawing through the restraints.

After a moment, Robin followed, lingering naked in the doorway to his bedroom.

"Oh, make yourself at home," he said, a little smile pulling at his lips. "You know where the find the toy chest at least."

Thomas glanced over and smiled back, then pulled a length of rope out, coming over to Robin with it. "Give me your wrists."

Robin sighed. "Why is everyone always wanting to tie me up?" But there was a gleam in his eye when he held out his wrists, shaking his hair a bit so that droplets of water scattered.

"Because you look so good tied up," Thomas replied, binding his wrists securely and looking around the room, up near the ceiling. He led Robin over to a piece of sculpture mounted high on the wall, eyeing it speculatively. "How securely is that on there?"

Robin followed Thomas' eyes, and smirked. "Secure enough to hang someone off of for an extended period of time," he said. That was, after all, why it was there.

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