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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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Thomas moved faster, thrusting harder, and as soon as he felt he was close to coming, his hand dropped to Robin's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts as his mouth moved over Robin's skin, quite probably leaving marks as he sucked and bit.

Robin screamed again when he came. His body bucked wildly, chafing the bonds at his wrists, and then he sagged, fortunate that he was being held up by both Thomas and the ropes.

Thomas came almost at the same moment Robin did, though much more quietly, his body shuddering and his groan muffled against Robin's skin. He didn't move for a minute beyond keeping Robin upright and trying not to let too much of his weight hang from the ropes. Then he finally took a deep breath and pulled away a little, reaching up to untie Robin and slowly lower his arms.

Robin let out a soft sound, a choked-off sob of relief. He did manage to keep himself upright on his own power, though he did lean against Thomas.

Thomas loosened the rope from Robin's wrists and let it fall to the floor, wrapping his arms around Robin for a moment, then tapping into his demonic side a little and lifting Robin easily to carry him the short distance to the bed.

"For a second I thought you really were going to leave me there," Robin mumbled as Thomas lay him down on the bed. He tried to stretch out, and winced in pain at how his muscles had twisted from the awkward position.

"It was tempting," Thomas murmured, stretching out next to Robin and removing the clamps from his nipples, hissing softly as the blood flow returned to them suddenly and painfully.

"God you were hot," Robin groaned, turning toward him, and then wincing again. "You..." He blinked. "Fuck. I forgot about the beads."

Thomas smirked faintly, reaching out to rub a hand lightly over Robin's arm. "I didn't. You weren't really in any position to do anything with them, though."

"No. I wasn't in a position to do much of anything was I."

Thomas touched him, and he shuddered.

God this man was going to be the death of him someday. But what a way to go.

Thomas smiled knowingly at that shudder, then reached down to swat Robin lightly on the hip. "Lie on your stomach," he instructed, shifting away to grab a bottle of massage oil from the nightstand.

"Oh fuck, you really are insatiable aren't you," Robin groaned, but still did exactly as he was told.

"I just want to massage your poor, strained muscles," Thomas replied in a purr as he carefully straddled Robin's body, rubbing his hands together to warm the oil before kneading Robin's shoulders and upper arms.

Robin groaned as soon as Thomas touched him, a combination of the actual relief to his aching muscles and the pleasure that his touch sparked through him despite how sated he already was.

Thomas let his hands move over Robin's skin, massaging firmly and enjoying the feel of Robin beneath him. He wanted this to become sexual, of course--that's why he'd left the anal beads in. But first, he was going to enjoy the sensual side of it.

"Fuck," moaned Robin, but it wasn't even sexual, just a sound of utter relief. "How many times have we had sex today?"

Thomas thought back. "Twice? And one was hours ago. Three if you count the blowjob you gave me," he added, trying to resist the urge to bend forward and taste the nape of Robin's neck. He sighed softly and gave in after a moment, his lips brushing lightly against Robin's skin, his hands continuing to work at stiffened and sore muscles.

"Feels like it's been more than that," Robin sighed. "Oh, wait, well, there was that time while you were gone."

Thomas wished he'd had the opportunity to do anything while he was gone. "What did you do? I want details," he murmured, scraping his teeth over Robin's neck lightly.

"Well I told you I was fingering myself in the bath," Robin murmured, resting his head on his pillowed arms.

"That's all you told me. You jerked off, too?" Not that it was a surprise, of course. This was Robin.

He redistributed his weight, letting his body contact Robin's back lightly, moving to feel skin brushing skin, his growing arousal sliding along the crease of Robin's ass.

"Well how could I not? I got all... mmmmmm... interested again. Much like you are now. So yes, I jerked off. In the bath."

"Now there's a mental image I'm taking home with me." Thomas licked his lips and let his demon take a taste of Robin as his hands moved over the puck's skin. He wanted Robin interested again, too, after all.

Robin made a little whimpering noise, and licked his lips. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

"I might," Thomas answered thoughtfully. "There are still a string of beads in my ass that we should do something about..." He nuzzled along Robin's shoulderblade.

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