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Robin knew exactly what he was doing. And it was one of the reasons he loved the idea of sucking off Felix - because he remembered the conversations about how he might not be getting it in other places...

But mostly, he wanted it.

And it was not long at all before his lips were around Felix's cock and he was sucking deep, sliding his hands onto the back of Felix's thighs to brace himself.

Nothing in the world quite compared to the feeling of a man who loved sucking cock. Felix groaned, eyes slipping closed to relish the sensation, the heat and the quickness of Robin's tongue, the wind in his hair, and the touch of cool night air on his skin when Robin's lips exposed him for even a moment.

"You're good," he praised breathlessly, gripping the balustrade behind him as his knees felt decidedly weak.

Robin would have laughed at that, if he hadn't had his mouth full. As if Felix hadn't already known. Not that he still didn't enjoy hearing it.

He kept at it, making little sounds of pleasure as his head bobbed on Felix's cock, enjoying the openness of doing this in the night air. He liked to imagine that there were people down there watching, seeing how much pleasure he was giving the beautiful man in front of him.

Felix sighed a long, satisfied moan, uncaring if anyone heard him. He, too, nearly hoped someone did.

Light fingertips brushed Robin's cheek as he sucked, lazily at first, and then with curious purpose. Felix's breathing quickened as he traced the lower curve of Robin's lip, grazed his own taut, hot skin with Robin's mouth wrapped around it. He groaned harder, feeling that, his cock shivering against Robin's tongue.

"Do you want me to come?" Felix whispered, sliding his fingers into the puck's luxurious thick curls.

Robin pulled away just long enough to murmur, "Yes," and then, "The night is young, after all," before wrapping his lips around Felix's cock again.

Felix shuddered a gasp, thighs tensing and back arching slightly as Robin took him down again. He surrendered then, tossing his hair back, curling a hand around the back of Robin's neck and riding the last few moments of pleasure. His climax hit quickly, with little more warning than a choked half-cry, and he spilled in sudden sharp spurts over Robin's generous tongue.

The rush of pleasure left his thighs trembling and his knees weak, a sweet heat spreading through him. Felix stroked his fingers lazily through Robin's hair in appreciation.

Robin was pleased, and he kept his mouth on Felix until he felt him come down entirely, until he'd lapped up every drop. Then finally he pulled away, tucking Felix back into his trousers since it was a bit cool out, and then sliding gracefully to his feet, arms wrapping around Felix's waist and leaning in for a kiss.

Felix shied away from Robin's offered kiss at first, not entirely willing to taste himself on the puck's tongue. Instead, he caught Robin's chin in his hand, still breathless from his release, and smiled to himself. Yes, he enjoyed denying Robin, even if it was only for a few seconds. "Shall we move this to the bedroom?" he purred, brows quirked leadingly.

"Mmmhmm." Robin's lips quirked up as Felix denied him the kiss, and he entwined his fingers through Felix's and led him towards the bedroom. They were both still fully dressed, though Robin immediately divested himself of his suit jacket and slung it over the back of a chair.

"Not nearly enough," Felix purred, sliding up behind Robin as swiftly as he could. He smoothed both hands up Robin's chest, dipping down to nibble at the curve of his ear while deft fingers undid the buttons on Robin's shirt. "I'm going to need you to strip down completely, Master Puck, so I can properly admire you. I presume you have no objections."

Robin grinned at him. "No, being admired is one of my very favorite activities, and it requires so very little effort on my part." He held out his arms, putting himself at Felix's disposal.

Felix undid every last button and peeled that shirt off him, draping it neatly where Robin had left his jacket. "What a deliciously vain creature you are. You are so refreshingly easy to please."

His lips touched warm to the back of Robin's neck, small suckling nibbles trailing down his shoulder as Felix unfastened the puck's trousers, slid fingers into his underthings, and worked all the rest of his clothing down off his hips until Robin could step out of them.

Robin chuckled as Felix undressed him. "Oh, you know you're just the same," he murmured as he stepped out of the trousers and underthings, leaving him entirely naked. "You love it when I admire you. It's one of the reasons we get along so well."

Felix took the opportunity to shrug out of his jacket, leaving him just a bit more free to wind his arms around Robin from behind and slide his hands over the puck's fine smooth skin. Flat stomach, sculpted hip bones, strong thighs, and then very freely between his legs to pet Robin's generous cock. "One of the reasons," he drawled in amused agreement. "And if we're perfectly honest, this is another one. I'd be envious, but I keep getting distracted."

Robin let out a soft sigh that was nearly a purr, as soon as Felix touched him there. "Oh, no need to be envious, my dear. This likes you very much as well."

Felix employed both hands, stroking with open palms up and down the length of the puck's impressive cock, partly to indulge himself, and partly because... well. Robin rather required his full attention.

He traced his tongue up the back of Robin's neck. "Turn out the lights," Felix invited softly, "take me to bed, and show me."

Normally Robin liked to have sex with the lights on, but he knew how Felix felt about his scars, and... besides, there was of course something erotic about the darkness. And so he didn't just dim the lights but turned them off entirely. And then there in the darkness he scooped Felix up and carried him to the bed.

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.

Robin kissed Felix back hungrily, pulling at his clothes as well, undoing buttons with nimble fingers until he could pull off Felix's shirt. "I need to get you naked under these sheets," he breathed, lips suddenly on Felix's neck.

Felix slithered his way out of his shirt, gasping to feel Robin so close to him then, skin to skin. He was done teasing. As swiftly as he could, he finished undoing his trousers and pushed them down, fingers getting caught in his underthings in his haste. "Now would be preferable," Felix panted, his hips straining upward toward Robin's heat.

Robin yanked down Felix's underwear with some force. "Turn over," he breathed against Felix's neck as he kissed across it then. He'd been a hair away from flipping Felix forcefully over himself, but he'd been with Felix often enough now that he knew what sorts of things to be careful with. Robin might be a hedonist but he was also an intuitive lover.

He almost wanted to refuse, deny Robin what he asked, but Robin had prefaced his request with a short, rough thrill, and Felix was all but conditioned to obey men who handled him so firmly. With a shivering exhale, Felix turned himself over on his stomach, pushing the remainder of his clothing away with one foot. His shoulders tensed involuntarily, but his skin and his cock and the entire rest of his body wanted Robin's heat and touch more than he wanted to be afraid.

It really was dark in the room so Robin wouldn't have been able to pay much attention to Felix's scars anyway. As it was, he was far too interested in other things. Which was kissing his way down from Felix's lower back with clear intention.

Felix forgot his anxieties for an instant, his startled gasp shivering on his lips. A strangely vulnerable sound, for a man who moved through the world with such brash confidence. "Robin..." he breathed, half a question and half a plea.

Robin smiled against the small of Felix's back as he kissed his ways down.

The first swipe of his tongue between Felix's cheeks was not tentative, but with purpose.

His breath caught the moment Robin's tongue slid over his skin, and a tremor quivered down his spine. Then , Felix's body softened, relaxing almost against his will, and an almost shamefully eager moan slid from his lips.

That eagerness was exactly what Robin was hoping for. He took to the task with enthusiasm, sliding his tongue inside Felix.

"Robin," Felix groaned, the way one might moan god in the heat of passion. He spread his legs wider, not caring what Robin thought of this boldness as long as he didn't stop. Heat grew between his legs, warming his cock again more quickly than he would have thought possible. Another moan escaped him, and another, and then Felix couldn't choke them back any longer. Robin's name rose to his lips again, the only coherent word he could form.

That was perfect. The way his name fell from Felix's lips like a prayer. Robin kept at it, eventually replacing his tongue with a finger, lips falling onto Felix's lower back instead, other hand massaging his ass, clear that he just couldn't get enough of him. Worshipping.

Felix's moans deepened as the gently intimate pressure of Robin's tongue changed to something more richly satisfying. Robin fed him everything he craved: pleasure, attention, but most of all, a hungry desire just for Felix that the wizard wanted above all else. Robin made everything easy, relished it, took joy in his own pleasure and Felix's alike.

He rolled his hips, aching for more, heat and desire licking like fire through his body. "Nnh, what are you doing to me..." Felix panted, unable to keep still.

Robin loved the shamelessness, he loved every movement, every sound. Finally he pulled away, but it was only to move up Felix's body so that he could kiss the back of his neck and murmur, "What am I doing... I'm making you want me. I'm making you scream..."

Felix clutched at the pillow beneath his cheek, a shudder trembling down his spine; the back of his neck was desperately sensitive and Robin's kisses stole his ability to think for a moment. "Do you want me to scream?" he gasped, purely on instinct. "I'll scream for you, anything you want... I just want you inside me."