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]

"I want you to acknowledge that you're not in charge, here," Michael answered evenly, and moved off Robin, and off the bed. "Don't move."

[goodfellow]

Well, he had him there. Robin had said anything...

"Yes, sir," he murmured, and stayed put.

[trustearned]

"Don't call me that," Michael told him, walking over to his closet of sex toys to consider his options.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked over his shoulder at Michael. "Why not?"

[trustearned]

"Because I told you not to," Michael retorted, looking over at him, eyes hard.

[goodfellow]

Robin almost retorted, but then again... Michael hadn't asked him why he wanted the pain. And Robin really fucking appreciated that about him.

"Fair enough," he said. And then - "Take your time, I guess, I'm not going anywhere."

[trustearned]

"No," Michael confirmed evenly, and looked back at the cupboard. "You're not."

[goodfellow]

Robin simply let out an impatient sigh at that.

[trustearned]

Michael considered for a few seconds, then decided to try another approach. He closed the closet doors, then leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and simply watched Robin.

[goodfellow]

It was a few more seconds before Robin looked over his shoulder at him.

"If it's watching you want, I can give you a show," he offered.

[trustearned]

"I could restrain you further," Michael warned him.

[goodfellow]

"So, what, you're just going to stand there and watch me do nothing?" Robin sighed.

[trustearned]

Michael was going to stand there and watch Robin. Wait him out. Either Robin would try something, and Michael wasn't sure yet how he would respond to any given attempt, or he would finally, eventually, adjust his behaviour. Either way, Michael got to watch him in the meantime, and he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes, naked and bound as he was.

[goodfellow]

Robin waited a moment longer, and then baited him: "Don't tell me you're having trouble getting it up again. I do have a wardrobe full of vibrators, if that's the case..."

[trustearned]

Michael's only answer was to start lazily stroking his still hard, still latex-covered cock.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked down, and the sight was enough to get him to abandon his orders and move - he turned, hands still bound behind him, but standing now and looking at Michael hungrily, his own cock painfully hard.

[trustearned]

"What have I said," Michael asked, watching him without reaction and still stroking himself.

[goodfellow]

Robin wet his lips.

"I could suck you," he said. "Even with my hands behind my back."

[trustearned]

"Could you," Michael quietly challenged.

[goodfellow]

"Yes," said Robin, and took a step forward. "You want to kill the condom and I'll show you?"

[trustearned]

Michael was silent for a beat, hand still loosely traveling over his cock. "Come here."

[goodfellow]

Robin came, a bit awkward with his hands behind his back. He moved close, but waited to fall to his knees just yet, because getting up would be ungraceful if Michael disapproved.

[trustearned]

"So you can do what you're told, once in a while," Michael remarked, deceptively nonchalant. He let go of his cock to grab the back of Robin's head and moved, pushing him down against the chest of drawers just there, bending him over it in one swift, rough push.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a genuine sound of surprise as he found himself bent over instead of on his knees.

Though even as he made a sound of protest following that, he had to admit he was impressed. It was the perfect power play at that moment.

[trustearned]

Michael kept one hand in Robin's hair, holding him down, while taking his cock in hand with the other. He slid its head down Robin's crack, nothing but the tease of something more. "Is this what you want?"