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for Neal and later Thomas

When Robin came, he thrust so hard into Neal that the table lurched and the crystal vase crashed to the floor, shattering. He didn't care. They'd only gotten there about an hour ago, but the place was already a wreck, since the second they'd closed the door behind them, it had been a flurry of debauchery. Starting with Robin shoving Neal back against the table by the door so that he could blow him, knocking off the bowl with his keys and wallet in the process. Then shoving all of the books and wine glasses off of the coffee table and onto the floor so that Neal could sit on it while he blew Robin. And then the kitchen table, the one with the vase - Neal bent over it while Robin fucked him with great abandon. He was glad Neal knew he wasn't human so that he didn't have to pretend to have a normal refractory period.

How had they gotten here? Well, they'd run into each other in the gym at the gentleman's club, and Robin had explained to Neal about how there was no longer anyone trying to kill him. And he'd have to figure out some other way to pay off his debt since he no longer needed information about hits out on him in the city. Neal had suggested dinner - celebratory, of course. And Robin had suggested that him paying for it would be a nice dent in the debt, especially with the way Robin could drink.

A significant bar tab sized dent into that debt later, they'd gone back to Robin's place. And Robin intended to take advantage of it. He was feeling especially... vigorous, that night. And he hadn't fucked anyone but Thomas in longer than he wanted to admit, and was ready to make up for it.

He pulled out of Neal and groaned. "We have got to stop breaking things."

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The shove caught Robin by surprise and he leaned into it, tipping the couch... and as Neal started kissing him, it tipped farther and farther back...

And finally fell. Robin clung to Neal, keeping himself upright at least, and laughed breathlessly. "Bedroom. Now. Before we damage anything else."

Neal managed to stay on his feet, though he'd grabbed handfuls of Robin's backside. At the declaration, he grinned against his mouth between kisses and gasping breaths. "That was your fault."

"Don't worry, I'm not adding the price of anything broken to your debt," Robin said, voice low, and grasped Neal's wrist again, pulling him back towards the bedroom and the enormous bed that waited there.

"I always knew you had a generous streak," Neal murmured. The bed was, as expected, enormous and inviting, and he had Robin pressed against it within moments.

Robin groaned and arched into Neal shamelessly, already half hard again and aching for more. "Yes. Yes, I am."

Neal laughed against Robin's mouth. "Generous enough to allow me time to catch up?" He moved his hand down the puck's hip to curl around his cock. "I can't compete with this, but...I can still go one more round."

"Take all the time you need, lover." He sucked in a sharp breath at the touch. "I am ay your disposal."

Neal's eyes sparked mischievously. "You think you can control yourself? Or should I restrain you?"

"Oh you should definitely restrain me," Robin purred. Because that was always the correct answer. "There's a variety of restraining sorts of implements in the wardrobe."

Neal raised an eyebrow and kissed Robin's lips before pulling back. "Then get on the bed." He turned to the unassuming wardrobe. He opened the doors and let out a soft exhalation of surprise at the well-organized display of...accessories. "Impressive," he noted, then turns his attention to the drawers. One was filled with a fine selection of silk scarves, ropes, and handcuffs, and it is from this one that he pulled out a length of red silk rope.

He turned and faced Robin once more, his expression schooled into something almost serious except for the playfulness in his eyes.

Robin lay back on the pillows and licked his lips. "I hope you're good at knots," he said.

Neal grinned as he approached the bed. "Mostly getting out of them," he confessed. With Robin there was no need to hide his true profession, and maybe that was part of why he enjoyed his time with Robin, more than he did with Jackie or Nathaniel or Dick. With Robin he was Neal, instead of Nick.

"Me too," said Robin. "But I don't plan to put forth a serious effort." He lifted his arms.

Neal smirked, straddling Robin's naked body as he slid a length of rope around the headboard. "I'd consider it an insult if you didn't." The rope moved against Robin's skin as Neal expertly bound Robin's wrists to the headboard. "I'll have you know I was trained in shibari by a geisha in Kyoto." A length of rope slid lower, and when Neal was finished, not only were Robin's hands bound, but his cock and balls as well.

Robin sucked in a breath as Neal knotted the robe around his cock. "I - fuck," he gasped.

He didn't back away from challenges though.

"Give me five minutes."

Neal smirked and bent to press another kiss against Robin's mouth. "I'll give you ten." He slid off of Robin and stretched. "I'll shower, if you don't mind. Not all of us smell as sweet as you while making love."

Robin was indeed covered in a layer of sweet scented sweat. He groaned and pulled a little against the bonds. "I'll be here."

He watched Neal go before beginning to try to work his way out of the ropes. And every pull against the knot at his cock just made hm harder.

Thomas was in a pretty good mood as he let himself into Robin's apartment. That mood vanished, though, as he looked around at the shambles of the living room, his blood turning to ice in his veins. Here they'd thought they were safe, but someone had clearly been here and there'd been a struggle. "Robin?" he called, moving quickly down the hallway toward the bedroom, looking for any sign of what had happened. The aura of lust permeating the place caught up to him about two steps before the bedroom door, though, and he slowed his pace as he stepped into the bedroom, though his heart was still racing with the burst of adrenaline.

His jaw tightened at the scene that awaited him, eyes narrowing even as they turned a shimmering silver-grey.

Robin heard Thomas come in, but he was still tied up so there wasn't much he could do about it.

So he just looked up impassively, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "You seem to have caught me indisposed."

"So I see." Thomas folded his arms, trying to fight down the wave of jealousy directed at the shower he could hear running. "I guess our dinner plans are canceled, then."

Robin blinked at him. "Oh... right."

Oops.

He heard the water turn off then, and his head swivelled toward the bathroom.

Neal came out of the bathroom a moment later, a low-slung towel wrapped around his hips, droplets of water splashed across his skin, hair curling wet against his scalp.

At the sight of another man standing there, he stopped in the doorframe, body tensing almost imperceptibly as he considered the need to flee.

"You should have told me you had a surprise for me," Neal chided lightly.

"You've got it backwards," Thomas muttered, looking him over from head to toe, then shooting a glare at Robin. Because he'd forgotten their plans, not because he cared if Robin had sex with other people. Totally didn't care.

"Neal, Thomas, Thomas, Neal," Robin said.

He didn't care if Thomas was pissed at him. Obviously. Of course he didn't.

"Look, I'm still kind of tied up over here," he pointed out. "Neal and I were about to continue our potentially destructive night of sex."

He licked his lips, glanced at Neal. "Unless you'd like him to join us, of course. But I can understand how someone might want me all to themselves."

Neal could sense there was something he wasn't quite following passing between Thomas and Robin, but honestly? It wasn't his problem. He put on his best neutral expression and crossed the room, dropping his towel as he went, and tested the knots, giving Robin a superior smirk at his lack of progress.

"I'm not opposed," he murmured, and glanced at Thomas. "But I'm not sure I'm your friend's type."

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