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 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?"

[goodfellow]

As soon as he felt Michael's cock, Robin groaned shamelessly.

"Yes," he gasped out.

[trustearned]

"How much?" Michael asked, tightening his grip in his hair. "How much do you want it?"

[goodfellow]

"As much as you do," Robin gasped, pushing back against him.

[trustearned]

Michael pushed his head back down on the chest, hard enough to hurt, but not mark. "Not enough, then." A hand in his hair, one on his waist, and he easily pushed Robin to the side, and to the ground, impaired as his balance was with his hands bound.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a sound of surprise again, suddenly finding himself on the ground. He scrambled up onto his knees and looked up at Michael. "What, you want me to beg?"

[trustearned]

"It's not your pleas I want," Michael retorted, and grabbed Robin roughly by the arm to pull him up to his feet and push him onto the bed again.

[goodfellow]

"I'm being good," Robin whined.

[trustearned]

"You're still bratting," Michael remarked, climbing on top of him and unknotting the belt around his wrists. He unwound it from around them, but grabbed each of them to bring them up above Robin's head, by the bedframe.

[goodfellow]

"Fuck..." Robin groaned as Michael bound him again. "I'm not... what do you want from me?"

[trustearned]

"I want you," Michael tightened the belt, and pulled on it to make sure it would hold, "I want you to give in." Robin had said that he would end up submitting, and that was what Michael meant to do. Take him there, to a point where he could submit.

[goodfellow]

"I want you too," Robin whined, curving his back to push his ass up enticingly.

[trustearned]

Michael smacked it hard, then moved back off, and reclaimed his belt.

[goodfellow]

Robin's back and ass were going to be sore as fuck after all this, but he didn't mind in the least. He looked over his shoulder at Michael, and was practically panting now, his breath coming quick.

[trustearned]

His arse had got off rather easily so far, all things considered, but that was about to change. Eyes hard, Michael brought the belt down across it, paying close attention to Robin's responses.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked away from him only because the force of it made his head snap forward again. He cried out, and then groaned.

[trustearned]

That sort of reaction was going to make certain that Michael's interest in the proceedings did not wane. He followed that with a steady series of blows, regular in rhythm if not in force, to keep Robin on his toes.

[goodfellow]

"Oh god," Robin moaned. It hurt, but in just the right way. The kind of way that pushed every other thought from his head, and that made the promise of pleasure that much more enticing.

He bucked a little on the bed, straining at the bonds, but finding himself so glad that he was tied because it helped keep him there.

[trustearned]

Michael kept the strikes focused across his arse at first, intent on making his mark there, too, methodically. Then the odd strike began to fall across the back of his thighs, on more tender skin still.

[goodfellow]

Yes, Robin was going to be very sore later.

When a strike hit on particularly tender skin, he cried out again.

"Michael..." he moaned.

[trustearned]

"Robin," Michael answered evenly, and brought the belt down again.