Felix gasped sharply, having only undone a button or two of his own shirt and trousers before he was lifted off his feet by Robin's surprising strength. His already poor eyesight adjusted only slowly to the dark; those moments were a rush of silken skin, the natural and tempting scent of Robin himself, and a rustle of expensive sheets in the velvet blackness. Felix groped for him as soon as they hit the bed, long fingers seeking blindly for Robin's face, to pull him down into a breathless, seeking kiss.