"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.