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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[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.

[goodfellow]

Robin's hand slid higher, with a few miles to go until they reached his building.

[trustearned]

Michael's fingers closed around his wrist, preventing his hand from reaching anything critical. But, for Robin's benefit, he did make his grip tight enough to hurt.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a sharp, quiet gasp, but didn't complain. Instead, he just Michael hold his wrist there. See, I can be controlled.

[trustearned]

Michael looked back ahead at the road, and the itinerary the driver was taking. After a few more seconds, he loosened his hold just enough that it would no longer be painful, but did not let go.

[goodfellow]

The rest of the trip was in silence, and when they arrived and the car stopped, Robin waited for Michael to release him before climbing out of the car and going into the building. A nod at the doorman (who was used to seeing Robin with a parade of different people), and then onto the elevator.

As it started to make its way up to the top floor, Robin looked at Michael, and began to unbutton the top buttons of his own shirt.

[trustearned]

"Tell me what you want," Michael stated, leaning back against the mirror and watching Robin impassively.

[goodfellow]

"I thought you said you didn't want me to talk," said Robin, fingers nimble on buttons, revealing slivers of smooth, golden skin.

[trustearned]

"I never said that, no," Michael replied evenly.

[goodfellow]

"Your enthusiasm is overwhelming," Robin said dryly, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.

The elevator dinged open. "The first thing I want," he said as he led them to his apartment, "is another drink. And after that we can negotiate."

[trustearned]

That was fine by Michael. He followed, shrugging off his jacket and dropping it on the back of a chair. Watched Robin pour himself a drink, then told him, "I'm not here for my enthusiasm."

If Robin had been a human, he might have insisted on getting an answer before he drank any more. But he remembered how well Robin could hold his alcohol, and he wasn't worried about one drink.

[goodfellow]

"You want?" Robin asked, showing him the bottle of very good scotch.

[trustearned]

Michael hesitated for a beat, then nodded. "Thank you."

[goodfellow]

Robin poured another glass, and then walked over and handed it to him, standing there and looking down at Michael.

"What do I want?" he asked. "I want complete, utter distraction. And I want to not be able to walk in the morning."

[trustearned]

"That can happen in a lot of different ways," Michael answered, and took a sip from his glass.

[goodfellow]

Sometimes Robin had to remind himself that this guy was human.

"Same rules apply as last time," he said. "My safe word is Haphaestus. No lingering marks anywhere not covered by clothing."

[trustearned]

"If you want it as hard as I can give it, you're going to have to give me your limits," Michael replied. Especially in the state Robin was in, looking for fights in pubs, Michael wanted to know a lot more than last time, before they began. This hadn't been relevant information last time, but it was tonight.

[goodfellow]

"What if I want to fight back?" Robin said, and knocked back his drink. He looked down at Michael with dark, lust-filled eyes. "Not that I intend to win. I'd much rather you win."

[trustearned]

"Stay away from the face and hands," Michael answered, effectively giving him licence to fight back. That, at least, gave him a much better idea of what Robin wanted from him exactly.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked at him for a moment more and then said, "I want you to be rough. I want you to hurt me, but I want you to make me like it. And I want you to dominate me, but I want you to have to work for my submission. I'm not going to just give it to you. Do you understand?"

[trustearned]

"I understand," Michael confirmed evenly, and took another sip from his drink. Watching Robin.

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall behind him. "And all of that sounds like something you will enjoy as well?"

[trustearned]

"I do these things because I enjoy them," Michael confirmed, and set down his glass, never pulling his attention from Robin.

[goodfellow]

"And here you are," Robin said softly, and he took a step back and to the side, almost as if he were circling Michael. "I must have done something right last time."