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]

"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.

[trustearned]

Michael considered for a beat, then moved to grab the lube, and a condom, from the bedside table. He dropped it all on the bed beside Robin's legs, and set the belt down with them, so he could get out of his trousers and briefs.

[goodfellow]

Robin wet his lips and took a deep breath, waiting. Maybe he should be trying to get more out of him, to make this last even longer, but he really just wanted to feel Michael inside him again. He wanted him to fuck the shit out of him.

[trustearned]

Michael wasn't going to lose any time. Once he was naked, he climbed back on the bed and put the condom on, added a little lube, then pushed two slicked fingers straight into Robin, without warning, to test how prepared he still was from their earlier shag.

[goodfellow]

The fingers did go in more smoothly than they might have otherwise, and Robin groaned and clenched his fists into the sheets.

"And you?" he breathed, knowing how Michael was testing the stretch, "are you ready?"

[trustearned]

Michael's only answer was to slide a third finger in and curled them inside Robin, aiming for his prostate.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned, low and deep.

"Hurt me," he gasped suddenly. "I want that, too. Pain and pleasure. Make me scream for mercy..."

[trustearned]

There was a reason Michael had kept the belt close, and he reached for it now, his weight on Robin shifting slightly. Then, right as he crooked his fingers again, he slapped it down across Robin's shoulders again.

[goodfellow]

Robin gasped at the sharp pain from the crack of the belt, and then groaned. The combination of the pain while Michael's fingers brushed his prostate was perfect.

"You want me," he gasped. "Do it."

[trustearned]

"I'll fuck you when I decide," Michael told him, his voice hard for having to remind him who was calling the shots. Instead of doing as Robin asked, he smacked the belt across his shoulders again as he brushed his fingers against that spot, and set up a steady, not too quick rhythm of doing so. All the sensations, but no release in sight.

[goodfellow]

"Please, Michael..." Robin moaned, and he hadn't even meant to, hadn't meant to beg, not yet, but he just really wanted more...

[trustearned]

Michael stilled, then demanded, "Say that again," and very slowly dragged his fingertips over Robin's prostate again.

[goodfellow]

Robin said nothing, but he did moan again, and the sheets bunched up in his fists.

[trustearned]

"That's what I thought," Michael stated, and resumed the same rhythm, laying smacking blows of the belt across all of his back.

[goodfellow]

Robin bucked underneath him, trying to push back against his fingers. Trying to get more without asking for it, even as the burning smacks from the belt left pain lingering there like fire.

[trustearned]

The more he tried to get, the less Michael let him have, in terms of pleasure, at least. The blows still fell across his back, hard and relentless.

[goodfellow]

The blows landing on top of each other on top of tender flesh were only worse every time, and Robin was panting by now. But he was stubborn, too. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he would wait a little longer.

"Don't pretend you don't want to fuck me," he moaned. "I know you want it."

[trustearned]

"Do you?" Michael challenged, and lowered his arm, pulled his fingers completely free of the clench of Robin's arse. "What gave me away?" He leaned over him and fisted his hand in Robin's hair, pulling his head back. "The fact that I'm still bothering with you right now, when I could be looking for someone more pliable in the nearest club?"

[goodfellow]

"Yes, exactly," Robin breathed, loving the rough treatment but feeling the absence of Michael's fingers. "Of course you're bothering with me. I'm good, and you know it."

[trustearned]

"Plenty of men good at it in this city," Michael remarked, talking roughly against Robin's ear as he scratched his fingers down his upper back, across the rising welts from the belt.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a low groan of pain.

"But other men can't take it like I can," he gasped.

[trustearned]

"You'd be surprised what other men can take," Michael stated, and twisted his hand slightly, to pull tighter on Robin's hair.