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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 hadn't analyzed the possible motive behind the phone call. He'd just told his staff to cover or reschedule his appointments and had left, smiling to himself the whole way.

And when the door to Robin's apartment opened, he had no regrets about doing so. He inhaled sharply and looked down at Robin, smirking. "You weren't kidding," he murmured, licking his lips.

Robin reached around Thomas' thighs to shove the door closed - he did have some sense of propriety, after all. Or at least sense of not getting evicted.

And then he yanked Thomas' pants down and wrapped his lips around his cock without a word.

Thomas groaned and fell back against the wall, his eyes drifting closed as he ran his fingers through Robin's hair. "Fuck..." Yeah, totally worth leaving work.

Robin was more than a little pleased that Thomas had come running at his beckoning - after all, it wasn't as if Thomas didn't get head all the time, and with great frequency from Robin.

Robin was, however, at his best when his ego was getting stroked.

He twirled his tongue expertly over Thomas' cock as it swelled in his mouth.

Thomas was always interested in more head from Robin, though, and he had a hard time telling Robin 'no'--particularly when the puck hung up before he could offer any answer.

He whimpered as Robin's mouth teased at him, rolling his hips gently in encouaragement, his eyes silvery as he opened them to watch Robin's lips move on his cock, whispering breathless words of praise and flattery.

It wasn't that Robin didn't enjoy giving head in general, but with Thomas it was different - just the pleasure of his touch (even if that touch was cock-to-tongue) made Robin's cock swell inside his own pants.

As Thomas' cock grew to full hardness, Robin opened his throat and took him as far as he could, moaning around it mostly because he knew how it would feel.

It felt amazing, that was how it felt. Thomas started thrusting a little more firmly, fucking Robin's mouth as he watched, pressed against the wall next to the door to stay upright. He tightened his fingers in Robin's hair, yanking on it gently in encouragement as he bit his lip, whimpering as he tasted Robin's arousal.

Robin kept going, having every intention of bringing Thomas off fast and now. He groaned and managed to swallow him even farther.

Robin was doing a good job, too. The slide of Robin's lips on his cock, the vibrations of Robin's moans, it was all pushing him quickly toward orgasm. He finally let his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed and breath leaving him in pants.

Robin slid his hands onto the backs of Thomas' thighs and rocked forward as he sucked harder. He hardly had a gag reflex to speak of after all these years.

That was all it took to push Thomas over the edge. He cried out hoarsely as he came, body stiffening for a few moments before relaxing against the wall to catch his breath.

Robin swallowed every drop like a good little cocksucker, and then rocked back on his heels, looking up at Thomas. A little smirk on his lips, expectant, as if he was waiting for praise.

Thomas didn't move for a minute, just recovering. Then he opened his still light grey eyes and smiled fondly down at Robin. "Damn, you're fucking good at that," he purred. "Totally worth leaving work."

That was what Robin wanted to hear. He slid to his feet and pressed himself close to Thomas, close enough that he could grind his cloth-covered erection into his thigh.

"Here's what we're going to do," he purred. "I'm going to go into the bedroom and take off all my clothes. And you're going to come behind me, taking that time to think about what you're going to do to me to make me scream."

And then he pushed away, heading toward the bedroom, shirt falling to the floor behind him as he did so.

Thomas took a deep breath and started undressing, watching Robin leave with a smile. He started to follow when something caught his eye, a flash of red. He picked up a pair of satin and lace panties that had been flung on the floor near the couch, his expression fading from pleasure to careful neutrality.

He went into the bedroom, the panties hanging from one finger. "Have you played this game with someone else recently?" he asked, trying for a tone of wry amusement even though he was as far from amused as he could be.

Robin was naked by then, and standing near the bed, his back to Thomas. He looked over his shoulder.

A playful smile pulled at his lips. "You're assuming they're not mine?"

Thomas snorted and flipped the panties at Robin, looking him over with a hungry expression. "Fine. If they're yours, why don't you put them on?" he remarked with a smirk.

Not even missing a beat, Robin caught the panties and purred, "You know, I think I'd rather you put them on."

"Dream on," Thomas said with a little chuckle, drawing closer. "I'm pretty enough without wearing a thong."

Robin dangled the panties so that they brushed Thomas' chest.

"Oh, come on. For me?" Robin licked his lips. Once he got an idea in his head he had a hard time letting go of it.

They'd fit him, too; their previous owner had been a wonderfully curvy woman. Nnnngh.

"Please?"

"I'm not wearing women's panties!" Thomas protested, laughing and taking a step back. "Especially used ones." Who had used them he didn't want to know, but he definitely wasn't interested in putting them on.

At that, Robin dropped the panties on the floor, crossed the room to his wardrobe, opened up a drawer, dug around, and then emerged with a pair of underwear very similar, except black instead of red.

He smiled sweetly and held them out.

Thomas groaned and shook his head. "Are you serious? Why?"

"Because it's hot," Robin said, his voice low. "Because you're hot. And because I've never seen you not be completely up for something before and that just makes me want it more."

Thomas rolled his eyes and came over to grab the panties, holding them up before sighing and bending to step into them. "Cross-dressing. This is a new one," he muttered as he pulled them up his legs.

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