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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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"Of course I am," Robin murmured, groaning softly. "I'm glad you can appreciate fine artistry."

He suddenly wished that he could tangle his fingers in Tereus' hair, but the desire for that actually made him appreciate the sharp bite of the metal handcuffs against his skin.

The probe was apparently required a bit of fine tuning. Tereus slowly adjusted it in Robin's ass, looking for the one spot that will send him up from the mattress. Taking Robin in one swallow, Tereus sucked on him, mouth moving lazily over Robin's dick, watching the man through his lashes as his head bobbed, wanting to see what it would take to reduce Robin to anything that wasn't running his mouth.

"By the goddess - " Robin gasped, feeling that sharp burst of pleasure as Tereus swallowed him down and the probe pushed farther inside him. "Fuck. Fuck." He bucked his hips up shamelessly.

That was much better. He smiled around Robin's cock and closed his eyes, concentrating on the slide of flesh over his lips, turning them numb.

Pulling the probe back he let it simply rest, vibrating, without overstimulating Robin. He had no idea if it was working like it should, although, judging by his reactions, Tereus was doing something right.

His own cock was hoping for something soon but thrusting against the bed was enough for the moment.

Robin groaned again and rolled his hips as his cock slid against Tereus' lovely lips. And Robin's eyes drifted down to watch the man's movements. "You know if my hands were free I could take care of that for you," he purred.

Tereus hummed in response before removing his mouth from Robin's dick. "Yes, you could. Maybe another time," he said shifting to his knees. He shifted the probe back up into Robin one last time and leaving it there, slipped the condom on.

Quite frankly, enough play. Tereus was ready for more and whether that was what Robin was ready for didn't factor much into his decision. He braced over Robin and reached down for one last slow tease on the probe as he pulled it from Robin's body. Once clear, he thumbed it off and tossed it to the side, lifted Robin's legs and positioned, started the tight slide into his body, face a mask of concentration as he focused.

When Robin had begun flirting with the cop - propositioning him even - he hadn't really expected it to end up like this. It was just what he did, like breathing.

"Fuck yes," he ground out then, straining against the handcuffs. "Goddamn."

He didn't give Robin much time to get comfortable before he started to thrust, to feel the pleasure a body tight over his dick could give. Adjusting Robin's legs again, he pulled against his thighs as he settled in to an even cadence of movement.

Tereus kept his gaze on Robin, watching and listening. For all his mouth, Robin was interestingly loud.

It really wasn't all that surprising that even during sex, Robin found it extremely difficult to shut up. He liked the sound of his own voice far too much for that.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, wrapped his legs around Tereus' body and feeling the cuffs dig into his wrists as he pulled against them. Which was kind of hot in itself. "I knew you weren't going to leave... you wanted this too much. Since the moment you saw me with that fucking black eye. Didn't you?"

"The first time I met you, I was looking to help, not get the bitch attitude." Tereus wasn't angry, just stating a fact. His eyes drifted shut and he bit on his bottom lip to concentrate. "Although," he would at least concede a little, "I did consider dragging you to the police car to take care of the blue balls you announced to everyone around you that you had. But then," he let his eyes flutter open to look at Robin through heavy lids. "That bitch attitude sort of got in the way."

Robin's eyes lit up with amusement at that. "Would you believe that's not the first time that's happened? Luckily I have other assets to make up for it. Now fuck me harder, Officer, I've been a bad, bad boy." Okay, now he was just being cheesy on purpose. He kind of wished they had porno music.

"I'm finding you're full of surprises, Robin." Tereus chuckled and then thrust in hard, leaving the chuckle to slide into a moan. It threw his rhythm off , but only briefly. "And being a bad boy is the least of those."

He slowed to a stop and pulled out. One hand, palm flat, smoothed down Robin's stomach, obviously avoiding his generous endowment, hard and ready. Deftly, he hooked around Robin's hip and holding to one knee, he worked to flip Robin onto his stomach. The chain between the cuffs were short, too short to twist once around the wrought iron rod. That left Robin with no choice but to leave his arms crossed to keep his hands in position. "On your knees."

Robin sucked in a sharp breath, finding the new position awkward but manageable. Though the demanding, authoritative tone in the other man's voice sent a jolt of arousal through him. His cock twitched.

"Yes, sir."

Tereus was back on Robin, sliding into his body and picking up his rhythm as if he'd never lost it. One hand held tightly to Robin's hips, guiding him back to meet his thrusts until their skin slapped with each collision. Sweat was starting to creep from his hairline, a soft tickle at the base of his neck and down his back.

He bent over Robin, reaching around to fist his cock in an agonizingly slow counterpoint to their movements. Letting his forehead rest against the middle of Robin's back, Tereus closed his eyes again to help keep all movement in concert. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Of course I do," Robin gasped, pushing back against him. "Don't lie to me, officer, you like it, all of it. Attitude and mouth and all. Part and parcel with this tight, hot body." There wasn't really a lot he could do with his hands bound, but he was able to push back and meet Tereus' thrusts at least, and his moans made a nice soundtrack.

It was too late to gag him now. Tereus was on the downward spiral, feeling his orgasm organizing faster than he could keep pace to suppress it. His groan might have sounded like an acknowledgment but Tereus wouldn't admit to anything Robin said at this point.

...even if the man was right.

Robin was getting close as well, now that Tereus had the good manners to jack him off. "Faster," he grunted, referring more to the hand on his cock than the cock in his ass, though both were fine at this point.

It was bordering on obscenely funny and Tereus chuckled against Robin's back. He lifted his head and nipped at a shoulder blade in order to keep him quiet. Not that he thought it would do any good at this point.

He did speed up his hand, now working in time with his hips. So close, his breath came in huge gulping pants just to hold on until he couldn't any longer. Muffled growling turned into grunt that punctuated his final thrust into Robin's body, finally his orgasm winning out in expressing with strong throbs, whether he was ready or not.

Robin groaned, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of the hand flying on his cock and the warm spill inside him. God, he loved this part. He really fucking loved this part.

He let out a string of obscenities in Greek as he strained painfully against the handcuffs and then came, spilling hot and sticky over Tereus' hand before his entire body sagged and he felt like he was practically hanging from his bonds.

A language he'd never heard before coming to Kin City. It sounded so fluid and so...beautiful, coming out of that mouth that Tereus had serious thoughts about gagging.

Maybe...it wasn't such a bad idea after all, to let Robin have his voice. Not sure he'd actually admit it to Robin, though.

Tereus took several deep cleansing breaths, body finally relaxing after having been keyed up throughout this. Making sure to release Robin without overstimulating him, he lifted some of his weight off Robin's back and braced on the bed over him. Where he'd nipped at Robin, he licked over it now to soothe the redness. He slipped out of Robin's body slowly and sat back, searching for the handcuff keys in all the bedding and encouraging Robin to turn over to take the strain off his wrists.

"Fucking hell," Robin groaned, sinking back against the headboard, his arms going limp, still raised above his head. "Lock me up and throw away the key."

"I considered it," Tereus said with a chuckle. He found the keys but didn't immediately unlock Robin's wrists. He pulled his condom off and tied it closed, letting it slip onto the floor. He'd get it in a minute.

Instead, he stretched out, letting his weight bear Robin into the mattress and hold him still. "What language were you speaking?"

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"The language of love," Robin sighed, still feeling boneless against the mattress. "As you can see, I'm more than fluent, I'm a scholar really."

"Language of love," Tereus repeated, smiling. He straddled Robin's legs to sit. "What did you say?"

"You tell me," Robin said, grinning. "My body was an open book I think, what did it say to you?"

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