Michael

[goodfellow]

So Michael wanted to know if Robin wanted to be fucked here in the alley or to be treated even rougher at home?

"Guess you better fuck me quickly now then," Robin said. "So there are still cabs left to get back to my place."

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[trustearned]

Michael's eyes didn't lose their hard glint, and after a second, he let go of Robin's throat. "Turn around," he told him, his voice just as hard, as he reached for his wallet. "And drop your trousers."

[goodfellow]

Robin supposed there should be some humiliation involved here, but he didn't feel it at all. Only the thrill, compounded by the fact that they had no real privacy.

He turned, fingers fumbling at his belt buckle until he could finally yank down his trousers and lean forward.

[trustearned]

As far as Michael was concerned, there was nothing humiliating to it either. Robin wanted something, and Michael was giving it to him without pretense. That was all. He grabbed a condom and small pack of lube from his wallet, then put it back in his pocket. He opened his trousers, pulled his cock out and gave it a few encouraging strokes before rolling the condom down on himself, then tore open the small pack of lube and smeared it over his fingers, leaning his other hand on the wall beside Robin's as he pushed two lubricated fingers inside the puck. There was no reason to go easy or slowly, so he wasn't going to.

[goodfellow]

Robin gasped in response, but it was exactly what he expected, what he wanted. Fast and dirty.

See, someone wanted him, someone couldn't resist him, had to pull him into an alley...

[trustearned]

"Tell me when you're ready," Michael told him in a low growl, trusting Robin to know his own limits, and what he wanted. How much pain he wanted.

[goodfellow]

"I'm ready," Robin said without hesitation. He slid one palm onto the wall, bracing himself there.

[trustearned]

Michael pulled his hand back to take himself in hand and steer himself against Robin. He pushed in mercilessly, not hard but steadily, until he was all the way inside Robin, so tight around him. Then he pulled back almost all the way out, and shoved back in, harder this time, and just as deep.

[goodfellow]

Robin had meant it when he'd said he didn't want to talk, and so he didn't start now. He only groaned in response to Michael inside him, an encouraging sound. Fuck. Fuck.

[trustearned]

Not saying a word worked perfectly for Michael. He set up a steady rhythm, so he could fuck in deep each time, a hand on Robin's hip, the other reaching around to grab his cock and give it stripping pulls in time with his thrusts. They were in an alley and people could walk in at any moment; the goal here wasn't for either of them to last very long.

[goodfellow]

Robin bit his lip to keep from crying out. Which hurt, because he already had a split lip from the fight earlier. It made him grunt in pain, which turned into a grunt of pleasure. His breath started to come fast. He was close already.

[trustearned]

Michael didn't let up, although he had to make the thrusts a little more shallow in order to pick up the pace, the rhythm becoming fast and clipped, his hand vice-tight on Robin's hip.

[goodfellow]

Robin curled his hand into a fist against the wall, nails digging into his palm. When he came, he cried out, deciding he did give a fuck.

[trustearned]

Michael immediately let go of his hip to clamp his hand over Robin's mouth; the last thing he needed was to get arrested for indecent exposure. It didn't stop him from fucking him, a few more short, hard thrusts until he too came, with a low, brief groan. He stayed in place for a couple of seconds, then pulled back and took care of the condom, throwing it off in a nearby bin.

[goodfellow]

Once Michael pulled out of him, Robin pulled his trousers back up, and then he grabbed Michael's arm. "Do you want more?" His voice was low, almost a growl.

[trustearned]

Michael went still when Robin grabbed him, but refrained from doing anything about it for now. Instead, he met Robin's eyes, his own as implacable as ever. "Do you need more?"

[goodfellow]

"Always," Robin said, which wasn't that much of an exaggeration. "Want to come back to my place?"

[trustearned]

"Let's go," Michael agreed as he finished buckling his belt.

[goodfellow]

Robin was starting to sober up a little, which he didn't care for, but that could be fixed as soon as they got to his place.

"Do you have a car or shall I grab an Uber?" he asked, holding up his phone.

[trustearned]

"Go on," Michael confirmed with a nod in the direction of Robin's phone.

[goodfellow]

Fingers flashed over Robin's phone, and then he held it up. "Robert will be here in two minutes in a black Volkswagen." He led them back to the street.

[trustearned]

Michael finished wiping his hand on a tissue, then threw it in the same bin as the condom and followed Robin out into the street, happy not to ask questions about the puck's state of mind.

[goodfellow]

Robin had no intention of talking about his state of mind, either, so that worked out well.

All he said was, "I hope I'm not keeping you from something important," just as Robert-in-the-VW pulled up on the curb.

[trustearned]

"I wouldn't have stopped for you," Michael answered, and climbed into the car, greeting Robert as he did.

[goodfellow]

Robin blinked in surprise at that response, and it was on the tip of his tongue to complain, but oh, what the fuck ever. He just climbed into the backseat beside Michael and gave Robert his address. He slid a hand onto Michael's thigh.

[trustearned]

Michael just gave him a look at that, eyes glinting with something like muted amusement.