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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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notbad-foracopy.livejournal.com]

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

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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

[notbad-foracopy.livejournal.com]

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."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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."

[notbad-foracopy.livejournal.com]

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?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.

[notbad-foracopy.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notbad-foracopy.livejournal.com]

"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."