for Tereus (NSFW)

[goodfellow]

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"So, am I handcuffing you to the furniture here or did you really have some place in mind?" Tereus said right before he swallowed Robin's answer in a deep kiss.

Robin started to answer, but it turned into a mumbled "Mmmph!" into the kiss. He sagged a little against Tereus, appreciating the feeling of those strong arms around him - and by strong, he meant like two tree trunks of rock hard muscle.

"Bed," he rasped when the kiss broke, and then regained some of his control and grabbed Tereus' hand, pulling him back by the bedroom. "You'll like my bed; it's specced for orgies."

He wasn't joking about that, either; the bed was gigantic, with a headboard sculpted of curling wrought-iron pieces perfect for clicking handcuffs of tying ropes around. The bed was made only because Robin had a housekeeper, the wine-red silk sheets pulled neatly over the mattress.

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Robin wasn't kidding. Tereus stood there looking at the huge expanse of the bed. "Orgies?" he said, dumbfounded. This really wasn't turning out like he was expecting. Granted, he had so little experience overall, everything seemed new to him in one form or another.

Well, he was there and the situation had possibilities. Tereus stripped off his shirt and let it fall where he stood. He plucked the cuffs from Robin's fingers and ratchted it on one of his wrists. "Well, then," and looked meaningfully at the bedframe.

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"Nnnngh," said Robin, looking down at the cuff and then up at Tereus' magnificent pecs.

If there was one thing hornier than a puck, it was a drunk puck.

He didn't bother to strip yet as he backed up toward the bed. His shirt had buttons and being handcuffed wouldn't stop his pants from coming off if Tereus was willing to do a little work.

Tongue darting out to lick his lips, he bounced back onto the bed, sliding both hands up above his head. Both hand, since the cuffs could be wound around one of the posts and clicked onto his other wrist. He'd obviously done this before.

"I'm going to assume you have the keys for this," he said.

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Tereus locked the other one around Robin's other wrist, snapping it into place. "Oh, keys," he teased. Pulling his keyring out, he held it up for Robin to see before tossing it to the floor with his shirt.

The cuff case came next, also joining his shirt. "I may have remembered to bring them," he said, straddling Robin's waist and sitting back just frustratingly high of his erection. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them open, going no further than to leave his stomach and a show of underwear beneath the denim.

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Robin have an obligatory tug at his bonds, finding himself securely in place. There had been those that had informed him over the years that this was vaguely self-destructive behavior, letting a strange man handcuff you to a bed. Of course, Robin knew a good dozen ways to incapacitate a man without the use of his arms.

Though incapacitation was literally the very last thing on his mind at the moment.

"Are you going to read me my rights, officer?" he asked, licking his lips and trying (fruitlessly) to roll his hips in such a way as to get some friction against the erection straining against the material of his pants.

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While looking down at Robin, Tereus let his hands drift the center of his own chest in thought. "You do have the right to remain silent." He dropped to his hands braced on either side of Robin's head. "But something tells me that's a hard thing for you to do without help."

Meaningfully, he look around Robin's bedroom for something that might work. Surely the man, with a bed this big, a libido this hard and a dangerous streak rather wide, would have something.

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Robin made a small sound of protest at that. Being bound was one thing, and even being blindfolded was rather fun on occasion, but he liked to run his mouth far too much to care for being gagged. Though on the other hand, he found the control Tereus was taking to be more than a little hot, so he wouldn't protest too much if he happened to find the silk scarves in the bedside table along with multiple bottles of lube, a number of adult toys, and a generous supply of condoms.

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Well, there were plenty of places to hide something of use and, thinking logically about it, there was a good chance it was the bedside table. Orgies, after all.

Tereus got off Robin and crawled to the table to see what was available. He had to grin at the assortment, some things he had no idea how to use, some he could probably guess about, and some things he figured weren't that difficult.

He sat back and looked at Robin. "Well, now, Mr. Goodfellow, it looks like you are certainly prepared," he said as he pulled the condoms and lube from the drawer for certain. Some silk ties that might have some use were selected next.

Finally, something Tereus had never seen before but it must be safe if Robin had it in the drawer. He didn't strike Tereus as being interested in anything that might be harmful. It was a probe of some kind; a probe on a flexible bit and some kind of control. He thumbed the on switch and realized how it vibrated...and smile at Robin. "Interesting selection."

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Vanilla? Had he said vanilla? Whatever flavor a prostate vibrator might be, it was definitely not that one.

Robin squirmed a little on the bed and now was really wishing he'd gotten his clothes off before he let Tereus handcuff him. His cock was starting to get to the point where it wanted to jump out and say hello.

"I'm optimistic," he said to the comment about his preparation. "And there's more in there if you want to explore. Nipple clamps would really bring out your eyes."

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"Nipple clamps, never used those before," Tereus dug around in the drawer until he pulled something that he thought might be the thing.

Leaving everything in a pile, Tereus shifted back over to where Robin was waiting...patiently. Leanging over the man's head, Tereus leaned down and kissed him again, deep and full. One hand started to unbutton Robin's shirt, fingers smoothing down the silk. Apparently, Robin lived as luxuriously as Hermes.

Once the buttons were done, Tereus palmed over Robin's chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath his touch until he reached the fine leather belt.

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"Don't even think about ripping this shirt," Robin muttered, though his heart wasn't really in it; he was enjoying the feeling of Tereus' hands too much.

When the man's hands got to his belt, his hips lifted a little, almost involuntarily. He might be the one tied up, but he was nothing if not sexually demanding. He could afford to be.

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Tereus' eyebrow lifted and he smirked slightly at how demanding Robin was behaving. He suspected, due to behavior up to this point, it was a natural state for the man.

"What would you do, Mr. Goodfellow," Tereus worked Robin's belt off and through the loops and one handed, worked the zipper down. He let his fingertips ghost over the erection now free from the confines of his slacks. "If I didn't let this be about you?"

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Robin hissed in a sharp breath at that light touch. "It's always about me," he said stubbornly. Smirking, his eyes drifted downward. "Surely you agree I'm difficult to ignore."

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He followed Robin's gaze down. "Yes, I'd agree," he said. Robin was quite 'gifted', making Tereus wonder about the logistics of how all things 'fit together'. Palming over it a little more firmly, Tereus let his eyes wander back up Robin's body to catch his gaze again. "And far be it from me to argue that. I wonder, though," and he pulled his hand away and slid back on the bed to kneel at Robin's feet to remove his shoes and socks. "I was genetically bred not to be swayed so easily."

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"Genetically bred!" Robin let out a snort of surprised laughter at that. With a slightly mocking tone, he added, "How interesting. Though I can assure you that all of my gifts come from Mother Nature herself."

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"Extremely lucky for you, then," Tereus said. He'd heard the tone and for once was pleased his reaction was programmed in. Or the lack of a violent reaction was programmed out. "I see you like to encourage your black eyes and blue balls," and pulled away so he wasn't touching Robin at all.

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Instinctively, Robin pulled a little against the handcuffs. He knew that if he needed to he could get out of them. In fact, he'd purposely positioned himself against one of the posts that didn't curl back in on itself; if he stood up on the bed and lifted his arms he could slip right off of it.

Though he would be extremely pissed off if it came to that, and a pissed off puck was not something that anyone wanted to deal with.

He eyed Tereus. "If there's going to be one set of blue balls here, then there's going to be two." Black eyes too, though he didn't say that. Tereus was a very large man.

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Tereus sat back on his heels and looked at Robin inquisitively. "Am I the only one lucky enough to be on the continued end of your hostility?"

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"Zeus's great hairy balls," Robin muttered under his breath and then continued to regard Tereus evenly. "I let you handcuff me to my own bed. And you're really complaining that I'm not nice enough to you?"

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"That you did, except it's not really about being nice," Tereus said, just as evenly. He scooted to the end of the bed and picked up his keys and shirt, slipping the shirt over his head.

Then, he removed the specific handcuff key and tossing it to Robin to land on his chest, headed for the door. "You can keep the cuffs."

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Robin's mouth dropped open. "You're - you're leaving?" he stammered, a reaction with an uncharacteristic lack of his usual cocksure confidence.

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"That way's the door, right?" Tereus said, pointing out in the living room.

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"You can't just leave me here!" Robin protested, jerking the handcuffs again. He wouldn't scramble to his feet to try to get them off the bedpost until the indignity wouldn't be witnessed. In the meantime he could at least try to talk his way out of it.

The insane part was that though he'd obviously pushed a button - which he was concededly extremely good at doing - he hadn't actually been trying to do so.

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"I think I can," Tereus said, leaning against the doorway. "And I'm sure you can easily swing out of those," and he gestured toward Robin, "with no trouble. I'm vanilla but I'm not stupid."

Tereus didn't want to walk out. Robin was an attractive man. Obnoxious, mouthy, arrogant, but attractive. "Nor am I interested in any hatesex plans you have. I tend to get hard, and stay hard, when there's a little respect shown. Of which...you've shown me none."

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Damn. Suggesting hatesex had been his next strategy.

Though whatever he'd done, he was not about to apologize. Robin didn't do apologies, and he didn't grovel. If Tereus left, he'd be pissed off and horny - but he could also walk outside his building and snap his fingers and have someone in his bed in a second.

Though that seemed like a lot of effort when there was a gorgeous man standing right there. And he had all this indignant energy that Robin just knew he could put to excellent use.

"I don't disrespect you," he managed grudgingly. "I'm just..." He bit back the urge to say 'a puck' and instead finished, "Look, I'm an equal opportunity asshole. And I swear..." He smiled. "I can keep you hard."

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"Well, glad to know it's not personal." Tereus wasn't interested in hatesex. Aggression in bed wasn't the same thing and if that was what Robin wanted, then he could work with that.

He made a show of thinking about it, even though he'd made up his mind to give it another shot, also planning to make use of the gags.

Finally, he let out a breath and walked back into the room to stand at the end of the bed. He dropped his keys again, along with his shirt. Toeing off his boots, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down off his hips, leaving him in his underwear. He'd lost some of his erection but it was quickly coming back. That impish, arrogant, confident, cocky smile saw to that. He palmed over his dick and stood there just looking at Robin, considering what he'd do.