goodfellow | Felix

Felix did not so much gasp as utterly lose his ability to breathe for a heartbeat or two. What conversation was required? Robin seemed to already know what he needed: a firm hand, a whisper of violence, decisive action he couldn't think his way out of. "I... I don't need to be hurt," Felix panted, possibly the most honest and direct thing he had ever said to Robin. No underlying meanings, no dissembling. Just the truth.

That was actually very important for Robin to know. But know that...

"I don't need to hurt you, pet," Robin murmured against his ear, the hand at his throat such a light touch - holding him fast but not cutting off his breath. And Robin's breath against his ear was soft as a caress. "I will make you beg, though. First you will beg for release..." Robin's knee slid up to brush Felix's groin. "And then, later, much later, you will beg for me to stop, because you are so spent that it would pain you to come again."

Felix held perfectly still; Robin didn't need to keep him pinned with any force. His senses were alight, every nerve whispering to him of Robin's closeness, his heat, the promise of centuries of decadence pressed up against him. He was already hard, pushing back and burning hot against Robin's thigh.

"Wh..." Felix's voice came breathless and formless, and he swallowed hard to force himself to speak. "What... do you need to know?"

"You may give me a safe word if you like," Robin murmured, dropping his knee and pushing up against him, rolling his hips until he felt Felix's cock. "Or tell me anything you don't like. Otherwise..." He put a finger underneath Felix's chin. "You are mine now, and you will behave or I will make you." Which he could do without hurting him. "Do you consent to this?"

He had been trained, once long ago, to respond and control himself to please the man who, however temporarily, possessed him. Felix had fought that training for many years since freeing himself, but it never truly faded. His head turned as Robin touched beneath his chin, obedient for the first time since they'd met.

"Persimmon," Felix answered to the question of his safe word. Red lashes brushed his cheeks as he lowered his eyes, his lips soft and pink and faintly parted. Robin was very good, telling him rather than asking him, leaving Felix little space to argue or manipulate. With a shaky breath he couldn't quite control, Felix whispered, "I consent."

Oh but that was lovely. That this was such a stark contrast to Felix's usual self made it all that much hotter, and the whispered words were enough to earn him a reward - Robin swept in and kissed him deeply.

When it broke he said, "Turn." Though he didn't actually wait for Felix to comply, instead just grabbed him around the waist and spun him so that his chest was against the door. Then Robin's hands were on the waistband of Felix's trousers and underpants to yank them both down.

When Robin pressed him face against the door, so quickly after kissing away whatever sense might be left in his head, Felix's back went rigid in a moment of shock. It had been years since anyone had handled him this way, and even though he had consented, there were parts of him that remembered fear more strongly than pleasure.

Gasping for breath, he turned his head to try and catch sight of Robin over his left shoulder, but he did not struggle. The tails of his shirt skimmed against the curve of his fair-white bottom beneath the tailored hem of his jacket.

Robin was paying close attention to Felix's reactions. This one didn't surprise him, but what he'd done had been carefully calculated. Causing a bite of worry, and then... immediate pleasure, not pain. It instilled trust. Which was part of what Robin wanted from him right now.

"Still," he whispered against the back of Felix's ear, and then sank to his knees behind him. There was no preamble, just a talented tongue between his cheeks immediately.

Still was one instruction Felix knew he could comply with. His palms pressed against the door, but he had only a moment to steady himself before his resolve was tested by a sudden, sweet tease of surprising pleasure. "Oh god," Felix gasped, startled into an epithet he nearly never voiced.

The muscles under Robin's tongue first clenched tightly, then slowly relaxed for the warm, wet pleasure Robin offered him. Felix's cheek rested against the back of the door as he panted softly, each breath a tiny gasp of disbelieving delight.

Robin loved hearing those little sounds of surprise from Felix. He went about the task with single-minded delight, wanting to make Felix squirming and weak at the knees before he went on with whatever was next. He was also trying to decide what was next. There were so many possibilities...

Felix's gasps melted into helpless whimpers, so wholly unlike him, and so entirely out of his control. He could not force himself silent, not with such intimate pleasure lighting his senses and electrifying his skin. Under Robin's hands, Felix's hips tensed with the ache to push back and beg for more, but he followed his single instruction with beautiful precision, and remained still.

Felix was a jewel. Perfect. Robin finally pulled away and rose, coming up close against him from behind, kissing his neck. "That was just a taste," he murmured. Then - "I would prefer you naked, but if that makes you uncomfortable I won't insist." He remembered how Felix had taken pains to hide his back. Robin didn't care in the least, but he didn't want Felix to be distracted by worrying about it. If that were the case he could just keep his shirt on.

Felix's eyes drifted shut when Robin pressed up behind him again. His knees felt weak; his cock felt uncomfortably stiff and lonely. Were he a well-trained slave, a good little shadow, he would have responded Whatever you wish. Felix had never been a particularly fawning submissive.

What his long-ago training had made him was suspicious. Once again, he tried to catch sight of Robin over his shoulder, on the side where he could actually see. "You'd let me choose?"

"On this point, yes," Robin said, and his expression was calm and sincere. "I do not want you distracted by that sort of discomfort." He stroked a hand lightly down Felix's turned face. "So I shall let you weigh that against the advantage of giving me full access to your body."

Felix wanted Robin to touch him, nearly more than anything else he wanted just now. His fingertips felt... kind.

"If you won't ask questions, I won't... let myself become distracted," Felix whispered, unconsciously tilting his head toward Robin's touch.

"No questions," Robin promised. As if he would spoil this now with that.

"Then..." His fingertip trailed down Felix's face, down his neck, just underneath the collar of his shirt. "Remove the rest of your clothing and get onto my bed, pet. I will join you there in a moment."

Felix drew a steadying breath, and turned, stepping out of the clothes Robin had already pulled off him as he did. His shoes were abandoned at the same time, and he leaned back against the door, still breathing hard. Slender fingers fluttered over the buttons of his jacket and shirt, revealing a widening glimpse of flat, white stomach and chest button by button.

Shrugging out of the rest of his clothes, he let them fall to the floor, and glided forward away from the scattered detritus of his discarded wardrobe behind him. Entirely naked, Felix moved with the same focus and long-legged grace as he did when fully clothed, disappearing toward the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Robin joined him in the bedroom. He was completely clothed still, and he was carrying two wine glasses and the bottle they'd gotten from the hotel.

"It was very expensive," he said. "It should be enjoyed." Though then he set those aside and opened the wardrobe, revealing the rows of toys - dildos and whips and restraints and the like. "Any requests?" he asked without turning to look at Felix.

Obeying his instructions, Felix had arranged himself in Robin's bed, on his back against the pillows, sheets drawn back and mussed artfully around his hips, accentuating his fair skin and slender frame without concealing anything alluring. He was even still quite hard from Robin's attentions earlier.

Hungrily, his gaze tracked Robin through the posh bedroom, and he drew a short breath when the puck revealed his collection. "I've been looking forward more to something you don't keep in a closet," he breathed, resisting the urge to touch himself. "But if you must... I like leather."

Robin hummed thoughtfully and looked through the closet. Finally he pulled out a leather cat tails flogger, some leather restraints, and an anal plug with a wireless remote control.

He walked over to the bed and set everything on the bedside table, then looked down at Felix, his eyes raking over his body. "I'll just bet you are," he said, in response to Felix's first comment. "Tell me." He put a fingertip under Felix's chin. "Have you been thinking a lot about my cock?"

This was familiar; this was something Felix knew how to do. His lips parted just slightly when Robin tilted up his chin, and his lashes lowered in a semblance of submission. "As frequently as possible," came his breathless purr of promise. "I couldn't possibly encompass it all in just one session of fantasy."

Robin chuckled. "Good answer, pet," he said, and kissed him softly by way of reward. "Wrists at the bedposts if you please, and spread your legs." He backed up a bit, clearly wanting to enjoy the view for a moment.

Robin's lips were so sweet, so tempting, that Felix thought he would say anything Robin wanted to have another taste. Sighing in pleasure with his reward, Felix stretched out, arching his back to soften his muscles before he reached each long, fair arm toward the corners of the bed, fingers elegantly and lazily half-unfurled. His thighs opened, silken-smooth, cradling the soft thatch of red curls and the blush-pink erection resting in the crease of his upper thigh. Once spread, he turned his head to gaze up at Robin with heavy-lidded eyes and a sly little smile.

Robin smiled. There was something terribly unhurried about him tonight. A sense that he was taking his time in a way that would make the night go on for quite some time.

After a moment, he finally moved to the headboard and snapped leather cuff restraints around Felix's wrists and the wrought iron bedposts. Then he dragged one finger down the creamy white of one of Felix's inner thighs.

He didn't say anything. Just trailed his fingers. He couldn't wait to make Felix beg.

Felix gasped faintly as the leather wrapped around his wrists, tight but not biting, firm enough to make him feel trapped but not afraid. Robin was within his sight the entire time, and Felix watched his every move with smouldering eyes. His toes curled when Robin touched him, and his cock twitched eagerly.

The tip of his tongue grazed over parted, panting lips. Felix didn't need to speak to make an offering.

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