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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 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.

"Good enough." Thomas smirked back and looped the rope onto the sculpture, pulling it taut so that Robin could still stand but his arms were stretched above his head. Then he tied it off and stepped away, undoing his pants to finish undressing.

Robin was actually a little surprised when Thomas tied him up facing out instead of facing the wall. So much for fuck me now.

He yanked experimentally and found the rope well tied. "You want the name of my decorator?"

Thomas snorted and wandered over to the bed naked. "I'm good, thanks." He stretched out on the big bed, propped against the headboard, and reached down to casually start stroking his cock, his gaze never wavering from Robin, though it wandered from his face down his body and back up from time to time.

Robin gave him about thirty seconds before he yanked on the ropes again and then said irritably, "Okay, that's very cute. Now get back over here."

Thomas stretched, tilting his head and considering Robin. "Nah." He grinned. "In fact, I may just leave you there all night. It's such a nice view..."

Robin's eyes narrowed. "You've made your point." Though even as he said it, his gaze darkened with lust, and it didn't leave Thomas' stroking hand.

"I don't think I have," Thomas purred, and then he let his eyes drift closed, moaning arftully as he arched into his own touch almost in slow motion.

Despite the lack of touch, Robin was rock hard, and he moved his hips as if he might somehow get friction from the air.

"What... what point is it?"

Thomas licked his lips and sat up, still stroking himself. "Delayed gratification is just as hot as 'fuck me now'," he murmured, his eyes glinting silver as he looked at Robin's cock, then back up to his face. He stopped stroking to lick his hand a few times before wrapping it around his cock again, groaning at the new sensation.

"But..." Robin was grasping at straws. "But if you're not touching me you can't feed!"

"Good thing I'm not Hungry." The capital was audible but subtle. "Get comfortable, puck. You're going to be there for a while."

"Of course I'm not comfortable," Robin snapped, and then bit back a groan.

Thomas just chuckled, then got to his feet, taking a step or two toward Robin before stopping. "Since all you can do is watch...I'm willing to take requests," he offered generously.

Robin sucked in a breath. "How about untying one hand so I can touch myself?"

"Not happening. I repeat, since all you can do is watch..." Thomas ran his hand over his chest, the other hand still moving slowly on his cock.

Robin's tongue darted out to lick his lips. "In that case, I've got a whole wardrobe of sex toys with your name on them."

Thomas grinned brightly at that and headed over to the wardrobe. "Any preference?" he asked over his shoulder, opening the door.

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