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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.