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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 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.

God they were beautiful. Robin wanted nothing more than to just be in between them.

As he watched them, his breathing grew shallow, and felt another bead of sweat slide down his neck.

Then he started trying to slip the damn ropes.

Kissing Thomas wasn't like kissing a normal person.

Neal considered himself a fairly competent kisser, and perhaps even one with considerable finesse, but Thomas made him feel like he was back in elementary school.

Distractedly, he shoved his hands into Thomas's leather pants.

Thomas chuckled into Neal's mouth and reached down to undo his pants, giving him easier access. His mouth moved away from Neal's again, kissing and nipping a path along his collarbone, his silver eyes on Robin over Neal's shoulder as he let his demon have a little more rein, egging Neal on supernaturally as well as physically.

Maybe Robin would have been better at getting out of the ropes if he wasn't completely distracted by watching Thomas and Neal. He couldn't take his eyes off of them, especially the way that Thomas' silver eyes were boring into his.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that he was going to be really annoyed if Thomas ruined Neal for him. All his puck ego aside, he couldn't compete with an incubus when it came to pure physical pleasure.

They were forgetting about him.

"Untie me and both of you can do whatever you want to me," he blurted out, a slight tinge of desperation in his voice.

Neal was completely absorbed in Thomas, by Thomas, with Thomas, but Robin's words cut through the fog of lust and he managed to break away long enough to turn his head, forehead wrinkled as he tried to process the words.

His hand, meanwhile, stilled where it had been stroking Thomas's length eagerly.

Thomas tilted his head and considered Robin, reaching down to absently push his pants to the floor. "I've got a better idea," he purred. "We'll leave you tied up and do whatever we want to you." And with that he took Neal's hand and led him toward the bed.

Robin stopped struggling, his arms going slack against the ropes. "Fuck," he said breathlessly. "Yes."

Neal trailed after Thomas like an eager thrall, slipping his arms around Thomas's back to peer at Robin over his shoulder. "Oh, good. You haven't ruined the tension," he observed. To test his theory, he slid his finger along the rope that connected his hands to his cock and pulled it taut.

Okay, this could be fun. Now that Thomas had gotten over his initial surge of jealousy, the evening was getting far more promising. He reached back and rubbed Neal's hip, then pulled away to crawl onto the bed at Robin's side, kneeling next to him and looking down at Robin with a little smile. "You really do look amazing when you're tied up, you know," he murmured quietly before leaning in to kiss Robin, light and teasing at first, then harder, more hungry, his hand moving lightly along Robin's side.

Oh yeah, the evening had gotten much more promising... not that it hadn't been already.

"Jesus fuck," he gasped when Neal pulled the rope, but then moaned shamelessly into the kiss, tensing against the bonds and trying without much success to get more contact with Thomas, more of their bodies together.

Neal stretched out on Robin's other side, tangling his leg between his thighs. Since the puck's mouth was occupied, he trailed kisses down the center of his chest, teasing the rope as he inched his way down.

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