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]

"Mmm," Robin said, laying his head to the side. "And should I get your number this time?"

[trustearned]

Michael considered for a second, moving on to Robin's thighs, then agreed, "I'll leave it for you," so Robin wouldn't need to move from the bed.

[goodfellow]

"Excellent," said Robin, who had no intention of moving. "I suppose you can have mine too. I don't mind you calling if you just need what I can give you, so long as you're honest about it."

[trustearned]

"I'm more likely to call you because I need intel," Michael honestly replied. He didn't see the point of lying about it.

[goodfellow]

Robin snorted. "I appreciate your honesty. Very well. I might be willing to part with it. Sometimes."

[trustearned]

A brief look of amusement crossed Michael's face, and he put the balm back on the bedside table. "Do you want me to stick around a little?" Again, he normally wouldn't have asked, but he did not normally push people this hard.

[goodfellow]

Robin offered a little shrug. "Nah, you don't have to, I'm fine." Because he didn't think the request came from sentimentality on Michael's part.

[trustearned]

Michael nodded, and began getting dressed again. Once he'd pulled his trousers back on, he paused to get his mobile (one of them, anyway) and brought up a new contact, handing it to Robin for him to put in his number.