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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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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."

"Everyone's my type," Thomas replied with a faint roll of his eyes. "But not tonight. I have other plans." It was a lie and Robin at least would know it, but he really didn't care. He turned away, not wanting to watch the two of them.

"Lock the door on your way out, sunshine," Robin called after him. Ignoring a slight uncomfortable twist in his chest. He focused his gaze on Neal instead.

"I hope you know that if I hadn't been interrupted I'd be out of these ropes."

Neal licked his lips at Robin's boast and smirked, then backed away. He turned towards Thomas and pressed himself against his back, wrapping one arm around Thomas's middle, resting his palm flat against his stomach, They're of a height, so he barely had to move his head to breathe against the other man's neck.

He usually wasn't so forward, but he doesn't want the man to leave. "Are you sure I can't persuade you to stay?" He murmured, lips brushing Thomas's skin. "Despite what Robin thinks, he's not going anywhere anytime soon. You have time to...catch up."

Thomas sucked in a sharp breath as the man's skin came into contact with his own. He clamped down on his demon, but his voice was rough with Hunger as he replied, "Some other time, maybe," and forced himself to step away, his eyes shining silver as he looked over his shoulder at Neal. "I'm sure he'll keep you plenty busy, he's a handful." He smirked then and added, "Oh, and don't forget to gag him. He loves that."

Robin rolled his eyes at that comment.

For a split second, when Neal was touching Thomas, Robin had been torn between wanting them both, and, just for a moment... not wanting them together.

He didn't know what the fuck that was about.

"Your loss," he purred.

Neal was visibly disappointed, and it took more effort than he expected to pull back from Thomas.

He ended up back at Robin's bedside, sliding his hand up the slender leg, up towards his hip. "You know him so well...I don't suppose you'd want to show me what to do with him?"

It's another invitation, a different approach.

"Perhaps...a demonstration?"

Neal wasn't the only one considering a different approach, just then. He turned back and took a few steps toward the bed, looking Robin over briefly, almost dismissively, before turning his silvery eyes on Neal...and smiling invitingly. "There's very little you can do that he won't like," he purred. Ignoring Robin, however, was definitely one of those few exceptions. So that's just what Thomas did. "But as you said, he's not going anywhere. So why don't you come back over here and persuade me to stick around?" He licked his lips.

Robin's body tensed and he jerked against the ropes. "Hey. What happened to having other plans?"

Neal was happy to oblige, and went willingly back to Thomas's side. He didn't waste any time, either, eagerly capturing Thomas's mouth in a kiss, industrious, dexterous fingers unbuttoning the silk shirt.

Thomas moaned his approval, returning the kiss heatedly. He pulled his mouth away after a minute, just long enough to pant in Robin's general direction, "Plans can be changed." His hands moved to Neal's ass, pulling the other man's body flush against his own as his mouth moved along Neal's jaw, to his neck, tasting the lust running through Neal with another soft moan.

"I hope he tastes good," Robin snapped. Hell, he'd been priming him for the past hour and a half, Thomas was getting a really nice meal out of it at least.

But the outburst was mitigated somewhat by the sound he made after, a bitten back moan from watching the sight. He jerked again, feeling the rope bite painfully against his cock.

Neal's hands roamed greedily over Thomas's torso as he pushed the shirt off. Maybe he should have been ashamed the way he was practically humping the man's leg, but he really couldn't be bothered to care at this moment. All he cared about was more.

He shivered, cold but hot, as Thomas devoured his neck, and clung to him in unabashed enjoyment.

"Oh, he does," Thomas breathed, kneading Neal's ass as he let his mouth continue to explore, then moved back to kiss him again, arching lazily against him to encourage him further. He was holding himself back, of course, and with far more effort than he put in with Robin most of the time, because this was a human, and he could do some real damage if he lost control.

But right now that wasn't a danger. Right now he was just, well...playing with his food, so to speak.

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