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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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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?"

He leaned forward until their mouths touched but Tereus didn't kiss him. "Sounded like you were saying something dirty, probably having to do with coming. But I want to know specifically."

Robin let out a brief peel of bright laughter into Tereus' mouth. "The god's honest truth? I've got no fucking idea. I'm lucky if I can remember my name when I come that hard. I'm not even completely sure what language I slipped into. Greek, probably? Just write it off as wordless sounds of pleasure."

Tereus sat back again, this time, slipping the key into the cuffs. First one wrist, then the other, he pulled both of Robin's hands to him and massaged where the metal had bitten into his skin. "How many languages do you speak?"

Robin let out a soft sight of relief at lowering his arms again. In answer to the question, he said matter-of-factly, "All of them." Which was the truth, of course, not that Tereus would belief him - and he didn't intend for him too. He gave him a puckish grin.

"Part of my problem with you, Mr. Goodfellow, is that I can't ever tell if you're being serious." Tereus was smiling, though. "How are your arms?"

"Oh, I'm never serious," Robin said, rubbing his wrists but not looking uncomfortable. "And I'm just fine. Trust me, I've had much more impressive sexual injuries, and ones that were much less fun in the making. By the way, I think you lied to my face about being vanilla."

"I try very hard not to lie," Tereus said. He could no longer say he didn't lie because...that was a lie. "And I am serious that I think I'm pretty boring in bed. I'm glad I've proven otherwise."

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