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 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.

[goodfellow]

"I think you're going to do that anyway," said Robin. And then he turned around, back to Michael, though didn't lay down on the bed yet.

[trustearned]

"That's the idea," Michael confirmed, and let a beat go by, to give Robin the opportunity to comply. When he didn't, Michael grabbed him by the back of his neck, with one hand, and pushed him down on the bed, straddling his hips so he wouldn't roll over. "I said, on your stomach," he repeated evenly, and grabbed Robin's wrists to tie them behind his back with the belt.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a gasp of surprise, though he didn't fight back this time. "That wasn't what I thought you were going to do with the belt," he rasped.

[trustearned]

"I kept my options open," Michael assured him, and tightened the belt so it would bite into his wrists.

[goodfellow]

It was actually really smart, in terms of keeping Robin controlled. He was off balance now, and would have trouble trying to fight back if he wanted to.

He made a legitimate test of the bonds of the belt, yanking but finding it holding him tight.

[trustearned]

Michael moved off Robin then, and off the bed. "Are you going to behave, now?" he asked, keeping his gaze on Robin as he got rid of his shoes.

[goodfellow]

"You've made it much more difficult for me to not," Robin breathed, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Michael.

[trustearned]

"That's not an answer," Michael pointed out, as he took off his socks.

[goodfellow]

"My answer," said Robin, "is maybe." Though for now, he did spread himself onto the bed. Which was easier than standing there, with his hands tied.

[trustearned]

Michael hummed noncommittally, and moved on to unbuttoning his shirt. Apparently in no hurry.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked over his shoulder.

And made a little impatient sound.

[trustearned]

Michael met his gaze, and raised his eyebrows inquiringly, about halfway through unbuttoning his shirt.

[goodfellow]

"I'm bored," Robin sighed.

[trustearned]

"Are you going to behave?" Michael asked, dropping his shirt on the back of a chair, leaving him in a wifebeater and his trousers.

[goodfellow]

"I'll do what I'm told if I'm enjoying it," Robin said cheekily. "What am I told, at the moment?"

[trustearned]

"That that isn't good enough," Michael stated, removing his belt and carefully folding it in two, so the garrotte hidden inside it remained hidden, and did not risk injuring Robin. Then, right when Robin opened his mouth to reply, he brought the belt down across his shoulders with a sharp crack. Not as hard as he might, especially on such a strong part of the body, but definitely enough to smart and burn.

[goodfellow]

It was mostly a surprise, and Robin gasped when he felt the sting of the belt, the force of it pushed him back down onto the bed.

"You - you still haven't told me what you want me to do."

[trustearned]

"Give me the right answer," Michael retorted, and waited for Robin's next words to see whether he ought to keep belting him.

[goodfellow]

"I'll... behave," Robin gritted out.

Maybe.

[trustearned]

There was something like a glint of satisfaction in Michael's eyes, and he trailed the belt over the welts that had begun to raise on Robin's back. "Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want me to hurt you, first?"

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a long breath. "It's hard for me to think about anything but you fucking me," he said.