Felix @ Saturnalia

[goodfellow]

Robin had pulled Felix into his office, and they were currently negotiating just how much Felix deserved to be punished for being so wicked.

"I do have a great deal of satisfaction to offer you..." Robin murmured, and pressed his knee slowly but firmly into Felix's groin. "And atonement. I can give you absolution."

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[harrowgate]

Felix stepped out of his underthings and swayed another step closer to Robin, now shamelessly naked and entirely unconcerned, still lazily cradling himself in one hand. His cock twitched in his palm at the prospect of Robin's firm hand on his ass... nearly enough to counteract his aversion to showing his back to anyone.

He drew close to Robin, dipping his chin to murmur, "If you think you can."

[goodfellow]

"Oh, I can," Robin assured him, and drew a hand up to Felix's neck, grasping his throat thought without any pressure. "Tell me you want me to."

He was aware of Felix's issues with his back, and to this point he had never done anything to make Felix bare it unless Felix initiated it.

[harrowgate]

Felix drew a soft breath against the hand at his throat. Standing there, naked and aroused and nearly panting close to Robin, he couldn't exactly deny it. Fluttering lashes concealed his eyes for a moment, letting them both savor the heartbeats of anticipation before Felix's final submission.

"... I want you to."

[goodfellow]

"What an excellent way to christen my office," Robin said, because he'd meant the "over his knee" thing quite literally. He removed his hand from Felix's throat and wrapped his fingers around his wrist instead. He pulled him over to the couch, where Robin sat.

"Down," he said, gesturing to his lap and to the couch. He was glad he still had all of his clothes on. The power dynamic was perfect.

[harrowgate]

Felix wanted to fight him and struggle, but Robin's grip was firm and he was stronger than he looked. He went to one knee on the couch, and the soft leather whispered against his skin, melting away his resolve. Before he bent, his heated gaze raked down Robin's face and body, burning in intensity.

He leaned over the puck's lap, still watching him, expression almost defiant. Felix would show Robin his back, if not fully willingly, at least making the decision for himself.

[goodfellow]

Robin completely ignored what he saw of Felix's back. Instead, his hand went straight to his ass, kneading the soft skin for a moment, bringing a bit of heat to it.

"How much do you deserve?"

[harrowgate]

At Robin's touch, Felix barely stifled a moan. Soft, smooth leather caressed his skin where he knelt on the sofa, and Robin's hand summoned a surge of desire in his blood.

"Hard," he whispered, bracing himself. "I need it hard."

[goodfellow]

Robin watched him for a moment: fuck, perfect.

And then, he brought his palm down hard on Felix's ass. It immediately brought a tint of red to the pale skin.

"Count," he said. "One."

[harrowgate]

Felix choked a startled sound when Robin's hand fell on his skin. Whatever he'd expected, it hadn't been this: sharp and crackling and hot and blazing through his entire body all at once. His fingers clutched uselessly at the leather, seeking some outlet for that sudden shockwave of sensation.

"... one," he remembered to gasp. His face felt hot and flushed, but that familiar well of humiliation refused to open within him. He didn't feel ashamed. He just wanted more.

[goodfellow]

Robin was paying careful attention to Felix's reactions. He could tell he was surprised. That it hurt. And also that he liked it.

He kneaded the red skin for a moment more, sliding his hand down, and his finger ghosting across Felix's entrance- before he brought his hand up and then with a crack back down again.

[harrowgate]

This time, Felix cried out, sweetly sharp at first, then trembling away into a breathless gasp. His skin still stung, and his body still ached for Robin to touch him again, all at the same time. Even though he knew that Robin's hand would bring another striking pain, he wanted the heat of it on his skin, to know that Robin saw him and wanted him.

"Two," Felix whispered, this time without hesitation.