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.