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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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"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.

"Whatever you'd find the most demeaning," Robin said sweetly.

Thomas snorted and turned to look at him. "I already wore panties for you today," he pointed out before turning back to paw through the toys, deciding if Robin was going to be like that he'd just pick something for himself.

Robin eyed the wardrobe. "It doesn't matter," he said. "Whatever you fuck yourself with could never be as good as my cock."

"At least I'll get off," Thomas pointed out smugly, grabbing a string of anal beads and a pair of nipple clamps connected with a chain. He considered for a moment, then added a cockring to his collection before heading back to the bed.

Robin looked at what Thomas had chosen, and made a small sound that was vaguely like "nnnngh."

Thomas just smiled and climbed onto the bed again, stretching out and grabbing the lube out of the nightstand. First the clamps were applied to his nipples with an indrawn hiss of pleasure and pain. The chain draped across his chest moved slightly with each breath as he tightened the cockring into place, then held up the string of beads. "How many should I do? All of them?" See? He was keeping Robin involved.

Robin pulled at the ropes again, his body twisting as if he thought that he could somehow still get to the bed.

"As many as you can handle," he finally said, his voice low.

"Oh, I can handle every last one," Thomas promised in a low, sultry voice. He proved it by coating the beads with lube and spreading his legs, letting Robin watch as he pressed the string, bead by bead, into himself, moaning softly with each one.

Robin cursed under his breath in Greek. "Oh come on, baby," he purred. "Don't you want me to pull them out for you?"

Thomas groaned. "Fuck yes. So much..." He hooked a finger in the chain and tugged at the nipple clamps, breath hitching, then gave Robin a crooked smile. "But not enough to untie you." His eyes moved to Robin's cock, admiring it for a long moment. "You're such an amazing sight like that. I could go on like this for hours, playing with myself and watching you..."

Robin groaned. "But there's nothing to see... you could at least let me touch myself too."

"Oh, I'm seeing plenty," Thomas promised him. Then he curled his fingers, still smeared with lube, around his cock and began stroking firmly, the other hand occasionally toying with a nipple clamp or the chain between them.

Robin's cock twitched. It was actually starting to hurt, how painfully hard he was, particularly given the... pun intentional... gravity of the situation.

Still, he may as well make the best of it.

"You wish it was me, don't you," he breathed. "Touching you. Inside you. Tell me."

Thomas briefly considered lying, just to goad Robin, but in the end he just moaned and nodded his head. "Always," he murmured, not really thinking about the implication behind that one word, too distracted by mental images of Robin doing all of this to him, images tempting enough to almost convince him to get up and untie the puck.

Robin let out a strangled little sound, completely ignoring any further implications of the word.

"Go back to the toy box." There was an edge of pleading in his voice. "Don't untie me. Just... do something. Whatever you want to me."

"I want to make you wait," Thomas pointed out. He did get up, though, making a soft noise as the beads shifted inside of him and then making his way to the toys again to look at the assortment, pondering.

"I've been waiting," Robin whined, watching him with a hungry expression.

"Not nearly as long as I had in mind," Thomas murmured. The problem with his initial plan, though, was that he found Robin all but impossible to resist for any significant length of time. He plucked a feather-tipped wand from Robin's collection and turned with a somewhat evil grin. "Whatever I want, huh?"

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