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]

The belt was replaced with Michael's warm if slightly calloused hand, as he climbed back on the bed. "Good," he stated approvingly, rubbing the pain in as he settled between Robin's legs, then leaned in to press a kiss to the dip of his spine, in the small of his back.

[goodfellow]

Robin was panting now, everything gone but the pain and the feeling of Michael on top of him. "Please..." he breathed.

[trustearned]

Surrender was all the sweeter when it had been so hard earned, and Michael stroked his hand down his back in quiet praise. "Yes," he assured him, before he pulled back to lube up his sheathed erection again, then positioned himself against his hole and pushed in, giving them what they had both dying for at last.

[goodfellow]

Robin cried out again, this time in pure pleasure, yanking at the bonds and pushing back against him. "Yes..." he moaned.

[trustearned]

Michael seated himself fully inside Robin, then reached for a pillow to stash under his hips, making it easier on him. He pulled back, then pushed back in, sighing out quietly with it. He set up a steady rhythm, deep and with a hard snap of his hips at the end, glad that their previous fuck meant he wouldn't come too soon.

[goodfellow]

Underneath him, Robin was not quiet. He was moaning and gasping and whimpering, with the occasional swearing in a number of languages. And he desperately wished that Michael would touch his cock, which had been hard and leaking and untouched for a very long time now.

[trustearned]

Michael, for the moment, had no intention of doing so, not unless Robin asked for it. He was happy to simply fuck him, enjoying the sensations he had so long denied himself.

[goodfellow]

The sounds Robin made began to sound like pleas, though without clear purpose - pleas for Michael to not stop. Harder. Faster. More. Pleas for a touch. To come.

[trustearned]

Michael gradually built up the rhythm, his thrusts coming more shallow for how hard and fast they were getting. After a while longer, he shifted the pillow so he could wind his arm around Robin's waist and wrap his cock in a still slightly lubricated hand.

[goodfellow]

"Fuck yes," Robin groaned when the hand wrapped around his cock. He was glad Michael was holding him tight or he might have bucked his body too hard in response.

[trustearned]

Michael didn't comment, but simply let loose on Robin's body, shoving hard into him as he stripped his cock with relentless strokes, wanting him to come as hard as he might.

[goodfellow]

Robin was grateful for Michael's stamina, and he could have forced himself to hold out if he'd needed to, but there was no reason.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, fuck..." And then he was coming, hard, feeling the belt rubbing painfully against his wrists as his body bucked and tensed against the bonds.

[trustearned]

The clenching heat of Robin's orgasm took Michael that much closer to the edge, and once the puck was done coming, Michael let go of his cock to get better leverage, leaning up on both hands as he thrust into Robin mercilessly, rushing towards his own orgasm. He groaned, a low, pleased sound, as it overtook him.

[goodfellow]

After Robin felt Michael come, he groaned and went totally boneless, body sagging, the only thing keeping him from completely sinking into the mattress being his bound wrists.

[trustearned]

Michael took a few seconds to catch his breath, then held the condom in place as he pulled out. He dealt with it, first, throwing it away before coming back to the bed and sitting beside Robin, reaching over to untie his wrists. His hand wound up in the puck's hair in silent praise, and an assurance that Michael was here. They hadn't discussed aftercare, but while Michael wouldn't leave without tending to the welts all across his body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't need anything emotionally, first. Even Robin might, after how hard Michael had pushed him.

[goodfellow]

After a few moments, Robin found himself practically curled up on Michael's lap.

"Nice job," he murmured.

[trustearned]

Michael stroked his hair and nape, careful not to touch any angry skin, to let Robin come back up unhindered. "You were a challenge." For once, he let his tone reflect something, and it was definitely approval.

[goodfellow]

"I like that you think that's a good thing," Robin said, a little smile on his lips. And then winced a little as he moved and the wounds on his back flexed.

[trustearned]

"Let me take care of those," Michael offered, reaching for the drawer where he had found the balm last time.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a little sigh, and stretched out on his stomach, waiting. He felt good.

[trustearned]

Michael settled back beside him soon enough, and started to spread the balm over the welts, carefully, gently, cautious not to hurt him any more than strictly necessary. "How are you feeling?" he asked, after the silence had stretched for a while, wanting to check in.

[goodfellow]

"Good," said Robin truthfully. "That was exactly what I needed." And he appreciated the way Michael was treating him now. He was a good dom.

[trustearned]

Michael hummed briefly, a sound of satisfaction at that answer, and lapsed back into silence as he focused on his task.

[goodfellow]

"I hope you got as much out of it," Robin murmured, closing his eyes.

[trustearned]

Michael had not been in a position to get as much out of it as Robin had, given the puck's state of mind. But he didn't point that out. Instead, he simply repeated, "You were a challenge." The pay-off was always that much better for it.