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 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.

[trustearned]

That had been fast, even for Michael. Not vampire fast, the sort of fast he could follow up on, but still - bloody fast. He whirled about to grab a hold of Robin and shove him back towards the bed. "Undress."

[goodfellow]

Robin stumbled, catching himself on the bed, and then straightened up and met Michael's eyes. "What about you?" he asked, as he unbuckled his belt and yanked it out. "Do I get to rip off your clothes?"

[trustearned]

"You haven't earned the right to do much of anything right now," Michael replied, watching him impassively.

[goodfellow]

"Well I was going to suck your cock," Robin said. "Which is worth a lot. You remember." He smiled as he yanked down his trousers, leaving him naked except for his socks.

[trustearned]

"I remember," Michael assured him, although his tone didn't let on whether he might remember it fondly or not. He stepped closer, and pushed Robin back so he could pick up his belt from the floor.

[goodfellow]

Robin watched him, eyes going to the belt.

He sat down on the bed so that he could take off his socks.

[trustearned]

Michael let him, watching him as he slid the leather between his fingers, and folded the belt in two.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked up at him once his socks were off. "Oh my," he said. "Have I been a very bad puck?"

[trustearned]

"Have you?" Michael asked, not sounding as if he cared very much about the answer. He nodded towards the bed Robin was sitting on. "On your stomach."

[goodfellow]

Robin figured he might as well push his luck up front to get Michael's temperature for the rest of the encounter. So instead of complying, he stood up and stepped very close to him. "Are you going to make it worth my while if I do?"

[trustearned]

"I'm going to make it worth my while if you don't," Michael answered, meeting Robin's gaze head on, without flinching.