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."

Comments

[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."

[trustearned]

Michael took a step forward and to the side when Robin did, as if they were circling each other, and keeping their relative positions. "I rarely do repeats."

[goodfellow]

"Same," said Robin, voice low. "I guess we're both something special, then."

For now, he was waiting for Michael to pounce. Though the man's control and restraint was one of the impressive things about him.

[trustearned]

Michael had been waiting to see if Robin would make the first move, since he wouldn't put it past him, and taken a few more steps as he did. When it turned out that Robin didn't try anything, Michael had no problem taking the initiative. He kicked out, hard and fast, his booted foot aiming for Robin's knee, a kick designed to bring him down to his knees without damaging his joint.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a grunting sound of surprise as the kick sent him down to his knees. His head snapped up, a flash of anger across his face, but he at least didn't move to get up again.

[trustearned]

Michael grabbed Robin's hair and pulled his head back. "I expected more of a fight to get you on your knees."

Words designed to provoke a reaction, and Michael was ready for it. If Robin needed to fight back, he would give him opportunities to - and then shut them down.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes flashed, and he grabbed Michael's wrist with a strong hold. "If you win this fight what do you expect for it?"

[trustearned]

"Nothing you won't willingly give me," Michael assured him, and tightened his hold on his hair.

[goodfellow]

"You're right about that," Robin said, and reached to unfasten Michael's trousers.

[trustearned]

Michael slapped his hands away sharply, and pulled on his hair to get him back on his feet. "You don't do anything I don't give you permission to."

[goodfellow]

Robin grunted as Michael yanked him up. "Fine," he snapped, "I won't suck your cock then. Your loss."

[trustearned]

"You'll suck my cock," Michael contradicted him, "if and when I tell you to." He turned Robin around, then shoved him in the direction of the bedroom.

[goodfellow]

"Maybe," said Robin, and let himself be shoved into the bedroom. Though as soon as he was over the threshold he reached to grab Michael's shirt, as if he were planning on pulling him in for a kiss.

[trustearned]

Michael was still in the doorframe when Robin grabbed him, and he held onto it with one hand while the other one clasped on Robin's throat. He used his hand on the doorframe to spin them fast and hard, Robin ending up up against the wall. "You don't do anything," he repeated, voice a shard as his eyes, restricting air flow without cutting it off, "I don't give you permission to."

[goodfellow]

Robin gasped for air, and felt himself starting to get hard.

"I'm starting to think you don't actually want me at all."

He reached down and slid his hand over Michael's groin.

[trustearned]

Michael slammed his hand against the wall, and tightened his hold on his throat, restricting blood flow further. "I'm starting to think you can't listen for shit."

[goodfellow]

No, Robin definitely could not listen for shit.

He did, however, have many thousands of years of experience fighting and escaping and dealing with situations just like this one (both the voluntary and non-voluntary kind), and so what he did next was quick as a flash (involving a free hand, some show of strength, and lightning reflexes), leaving him out of Michael's grasp though gasping a bit.