Felix

[goodfellow]

Once inside his apartment, within seconds Robin had locked the door and shoved Felix against it. One hand at his throat, and his lips close to his ear, he said softly, "Before we continue, we need to have a conversation about your limits and desires."

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[goodfellow]

"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."

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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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[harrowgate]

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."

[goodfellow]

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?"

[harrowgate]

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."

[goodfellow]

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.

[harrowgate]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

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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.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him, watching the shape of Felix's lips and breath. He pushed Felix's thighs farther apart, put his hands on his ass to reposition him slightly. Hips up.

He trailed one finger, just once, very lightly along the ridge of Felix's erection.

"Every time you wish that you could touch yourself," Robin said, "I want you to say my name instead."

And then he bent his head and once again took his tongue to between Felix's cheeks.

[harrowgate]

"Robin..." The name left his lips almost immediately at the warm touch of pleasure between his legs again. Robin's teasing tongue alone was pleasure enough, but a heated frustration quickly built up beneath Felix's skin at being unable to toss and writhe the way he wanted.

His silky thighs trembled with the effort of keeping still. Every tiny movement seemed to brush his rigid cock against his skin, a multitude of tiny torments. Felix gasped Robin's name again, short and shivering.

[goodfellow]

Robin was really enjoying Felix's reactions. The addition of his name in those gasps and moans was particularly erotic. Robin too was rock hard now inside his trousers, but he would stay fully clothed for a time more.

Eventually he slid one wet finger inside Felix as well. The first step in preparing him for what was to come.

[harrowgate]

Felix quite forgot himself, and sank into a low, longing groan when Robin gave him more, just when he was most hungry for it. His body clenched tightly, against his will; being bound and penetrated had meant pain was coming, in the past, and that past was monumentally difficult for him to relinquish. No matter how much he wanted it. No matter how much he wanted to beg Robin to take him.

"More," he asked, softly, barely a breath escaping his lips. The moment he spoke, he tensed again, his instincts expecting a retaliation.

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't mind the request, and this time, he would grant it. He slid a second finger inside Felix, and as he crooked the other toward his prostate, he moved his mouth to press his lips to his stomach and murmur something quietly in Greek.

[harrowgate]

A gasp choked in his throat as Felix rocked his hips up to sink those fingers deeper into him, his hands curling around what little of the bedposts he could reach with his wrists bound. The tip of his cock was slick with desire by then, and when he felt the other man's mouth so near him, a pleading little "Robin..." tumbled from his lips.

[goodfellow]

Robin turned his head and licked the moisture off of the tip of Felix's cock, but then pulled away again. He pulled his fingers out as well, and instead picked up the plug he'd gotten. He slicked it quickly with lube, and then said, "Don't worry, pet, I promise you'll get more later," before sliding it carefully into him.

[harrowgate]

This time, Felix's moan was pure helpless frustration, tempered only by Robin's promise and the placating sensation of the plug inside him. He wanted so very much more.

Spread out on the bed, hard, bound, he let his legs drape open and watched the puck with lidded eyes. Felix had barely caught his breath before purring, soft and and leading, "Robin..."

Wasn't he pretty? Wasn't he tempting? Enough to lure an immortal paragon of sex and lust, enough to make him stop and look and want?

[goodfellow]

"Yes, beautiful?" Robin murmured as he slid the plug soundly inside Felix and then patted his inner thigh lightly.

"There's no surprises here," he continued, and bent his head to tug one of Felix's nipples lightly between his teeth briefly. "I told you what I had planned. And this first part, the part where eventually you beg, there is a long process to get there." He dragged his thumb over Felix's lower lip. "But don't think I don't know how much you want my cock. But for now."

He reached up and unclasped Felix's hands from the bed posts. "I think I'd like a glass of wine. Won't you get some for us?"

[harrowgate]

All of those little touches left Felix panting lightly, and fighting not to squirm. He inhaled sharply when Robin released him, and bit back his initial indignant response. He'd not been told to serve since he was a child. Though his eyes narrowed, he considered for a long moment the benefits of keeping Robin happy versus seeing just how far the puck would go if he was disobedient.

Careful of the plug shifting and teasing inside him, Felix pulled himself up, and rose from the bed. His balance wavered, but he fixed Robin with a raised-brow look, pulling arrogance around himself like a cloak. The message was clear: he would obey, but not meekly.

Felix moved with painstaking grace to fetch the wine that Robin had brought, pouring out two glasses. Each step was a microcosm of tempting torture, and a study in Felix's iron-clad self-control. When he returned to the bed, he offered one to Robin, dangled in his long fingers. A challenge crackled in his mis-matched eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin had watched him with open appreciation. And when he returned, Robin took the offered glass of wine with one hand. "Thank you."

With the other hand he hit the on switch on the remote control that would make the plug inside Felix begin to vibrate.

[harrowgate]

That ended Felix's momentary defiance, first weakening his legs with a tremor of pleasure, then stealing his equilibrium until he sank down unsteadily onto his knees. He clutched at the glass, and gripped at the bedclothes in his other hand, but was on the floor on his knees before Robin with his head bent, gasping.

[goodfellow]

That was an even better reaction than Robin might have hoped for. "I am," he purred, looking down at Felix, "suitably impressed that you did not drop the glass. That deserves a reward. Though drink first. It's very good wine." He did not turn off the vibration just yet.

[harrowgate]

Felix had to fight to even his shivering breath; he did not dare to attempt to stand again. Staying on his knees, he slowly lifted his head, and rested lightly back on his heels. Cheeks flushed pink, his hair tumbled in his face, he tipped his chin up to look at Robin with a faintly glazed look to his strange eyes.

This was, perhaps, the longest Felix had ever remained silent in Robin's presence, but silence in submission had been trained into him long ago... and he had other ways of communicating.

Smoldering, he locked with Robin's eyes and lifted the glass to his panting lips, tasting the wine with slow, languorous, and obvious pleasure. Felix shuddered as he lowered the glass, though if it was from the wine or the steady vibration inside of him, he did not say.

[goodfellow]

That was indeed a lovely sight, and only after he was done did Robin reach down and take the wine from him. He tipped the rim to his lips and downed the rest of it himself. Then, he set it aside.

"You don't have to be silent," he said, and now his hands were going to the fastenings on his trousers, working at them with deft fingers. "Not unless I tell you to. I would be pleased to hear you, actually."

Then with Felix there on his knees in front of him, Robin carefully pulled out his cock, half hard, and began to stroke it lightly.