harrowgate | Robin, faux-New York Plaza, Sept. 6

(Continued from here.)

The door that Robin and Felix were shown to, by the personal butler wearing white gloves of all things, opened onto a palatial suite in cream and gold, lavishly appointed and perfect in every detail. Just beyond the luxurious sitting area and wet bar, Felix glimpsed a massive round bed, wrapped in soft white bedding, surrounded by windows in the circular turret that the Tower Room was named for. The glitter in his eyes reflected the twinkle of the crystal chandelier above them.

Dismissing the butler quickly with the assurance they had everything they needed, Felix closed the lock on the door with a thought. He swirled around to Robin then, the totality of his attention and the desire in his strange jewel-like eyes focused on the puck. Felix grasped the lapels of Robin's jacket in both hands and pulled him close. He didn't bother to speak, but kissed him, hard, and let the insistence of his pretty mouth speak for him.

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It wasn't that Robin was shocked by the sudden, enthusiastic kiss, but it was still rather overwhelming in all the best ways. He loved the way Felix could make him feel sometimes. Like he was irresistible. It fed his ego in all the ways he needed.

He put a hand on Felix's waist and kissed him back with interest.

Felix wanted Robin on that bed, but it was frustratingly far away from the front door just now. He pressed Robin back, instead, pinning him between the marble top of the wet bar and his own body. The wizard might be taller, but he was not stronger, and they both knew that if Felix held Robin in place, it was only because Robin let him.

When he absolutely had to breathe, Felix released his mouth, but not his jacket. "About that conversation," he purred, pausing only to trace his tongue against Robin's lower lip. "Whatever you're prepared to agree to, you ought to know I've not tried this before. Using magic in bed."

Robin was happy to let him. He liked when Felix got like this. There was something slightly dangerous about the wizard that appealed to him.

"No time like the present for trying new things," Robin said, and wet his lips.

"No fire," Felix told him. "I'm not in the mood to hurt you. On the contrary, I prefer to be very, very good to you," he promised, sliding his hands up Robin's chest slowly. That crackling, tingling sensation followed, teasing at Robin's skin beneath the expensive suit.

He tipped his chin, bending in close again, lips brushing just above Robin's. "Take me to bed."

Robin shuddered, and then slid his arms around Felix's waist, hauling him around and then pulling him towards the large bed. "I'm positively vibrating with anticipation," he purred as he sank down onto it and pulled Felix onto his lap.

Felix shrugged off his jacket as he slipped down into Robin's arms, and very purposefully slid both of his hands into Robin's hair, tangling his fingers in those luscious curls. He tilted Robin's head back and leaned in close, not quite kissing. "We don't need all these clothes, do we?"

His eyes half-closed in concentration, and then, a firm, cupping pressure curled around Robin's groin. Felix hadn't tried this before, but force was one of his specialties, and he had command over it like he had command over his own hands.

Robin gasped. And when he registered what Felix had done, he said breathlessly, "I agree. And yet, it also seems as if you can do quite a lot with my clothes still on." And he began unbuttoning his own shirt.

"Less fun for me, when I'm not able to see what it does to you," Felix suggested, the invisible pressure firm and steady between Robin's legs. It was a delicate thing, pressing to the point of pleasure and not beyond, when Felix could not feel it in return. But, as it was magic, Robin would be able to get his clothes off around and through the very localized force Felix held him by.

Robin was rock hard before he even started fumbling with the buttons on his trousers, after he'd shrugged off his shirt. "Oh, you'll see," he promised, breathing actually a bit shallow.

Felix shifted so he was straddling Robin's lap, one knee to either side of him, giving him a bit of space to undress himself. He wanted to pull his own clothes off, as well, but watching Robin actually short of breath, actually less than completely composed and seductive, was so inspiring that Felix had no trouble keeping complete control of himself.

He slid his hands from Robin's hair, tracing fingertips down the puck's shoulders and chest. Slowly, pausing just slightly now and then, as if he couldn't quite wait to get his hands around Robin's cock. Which, really, was absolutely the case.

Robin had had a lot of sex. Well, that was the understatement of the entire history of earth, really. But it meant that anything, anything that was new to him - that was bound to get him very, very excited. And it wasn't as if he'd never had sex with a magic user before, but the differences in magic were far greater than the differences in, say, sex toys.

Robin kept his eyes on Felix as he shoved down his trousers and underwear, kicking them off to the side. His socks were still on, but it was harder to get to them in this position. Free from its constraints now, his cock revealed to Felix just how much he couldn't wait, too.

A wordless, soft sigh of appreciation escaped Felix's throat. He sank back down to Robin's lap, still fully clothed, and curled one elegant hand around Robin's cock with very nearly a sound of relief. Magic crackled lightly along his fingertips as he gripped that impressive thickness in one hand, and stroked him slowly up once, and down once. Felix's mouth found Robin's again, his tongue seeking Robin's hungrily.

Robin groaned loudly into the kiss, and bucked a little into Felix's hand. He kissed him back with interest, and slid a hand up to twist his fingers into Felix's hair.

Felix leaned his weight against Robin, just slightly, to press him on his back on the bed. Robin's fingers in his hair meant that he sank down, too, but his fingers never ceased stroking and toying with Robin's thick cock. "Undress me," he barely whispered, somewhere between an order and a plea.

Robin always appreciated requests - or orders - that mirrored what he wanted to do anyway. From his position on his back he started fumbling with Felix's clothes. "I want to feel every inch of you."

Fumbling was unusual for Robin, and Felix smiled faintly through his desire. The lights dimmed rapidly around them, and the candles scattered here and there around the room licked to life. Felix's hands only moved when he had to, to slip out of the clothing Robin removed for him.

Once he was bare, he pressed himself up, sitting back on Robin's thighs and letting Robin look at him, pale and naked in the warm flickering light.

And Robin looked at him like he was drinking him in. His eyes slid to Felix's pretty pink cock, and then back up to his face. "You look like a man who knows what he wants," he purred.

"Oh, I do," Felix promised, soft and steady and in complete control as he curled his hand around Robin's cock again, giving him a firm and illustrative stroke. "And you could give it to me... or I could just take it."

His free hand seemed to draw some invisible sign in the air, and in an instant, an invisible force pinned Robin's hands down to the bed. Felix's long red hair slid over his shoulders as he watched for Robin's reaction.

Robin's reaction was a sharp gasp, genuine surprise. In part because the invisible force was a hell of a lot stronger than Felix himself. Robin struggled for just a moment, and found that he really was pinned. Which was rather unusual, and unusual was hot.

"It seems like you've worked out the how, for the taking," he said.

Felix slid his hand up Robin's chest while the other toyed steadily with his cock. "If you'll let me," he purred breathlessly, bending over Robin, letting the tip of his own erection drag slickly against Robin's skin. "Will you let me, darling? Keep you pinned down while I ride you however I'd like?"

"Fuck yes," Robin groaned. "Take, Felix. Take it like I know you want it." He lifted his hips, the most he could do really while he was pinned.

Felix ground down against him, arching his back like a cat pleased by Robin's attention. He only wished he had the power to to ride Robin as he wanted to now, but there were limits to what even a wizard might do.

The force around Robin's wrists eased as Felix sat back. "Look pretty for me, darling," he breathed as he slid away to find some lube. Robin's jacket seemed the most likely location.

There were packets of lube in Robin's wallet, and he was glad that Felix knew to look. "I don't know how I could possibly look better than I already do," he said, still a bit breathless. "Especially right now."

Felix joined Robin on the bed again, his eyes lidded and heavy over a tiny, pleased smile. His magic slid through him so easily here, humming in his blood as he gave it reign and shaped it to purposes he never had before. He looked half-ecstatic already.

The force returned when Felix did, this time circling Robin's wrists and pinning them to the pillow above his head. Felix smiled in satisfaction down at Robin as he straddled him again, and made quick work of the lube around Robin's straining cock. "Pretty," he pronounced softly, precisely, with that tiny approving smile. "Pretty enough to fuck me."

"Mmmmm good," Robin murmured, in between little gasps as Felix touched him. He pulled a bit against the bonds and was pleased to find them even tighter. "Though I think regardless of whose cock is where, you're clearly the one fucking me tonight."

Felix gripped the shaft of Robin's cock without another word, pressing the tip up against his body. He wanted to feel this with his own fingers, the twitch and pulse as Felix opened up for him, easing himself down. For all his confidence and power, his breath still caught on parted lips as Robin's cock pushed into him, spreading him wide around the satisfying thickness.

There were many, many reasons that Robin liked Felix so much, and only some of them had to do with sex. But the way he took Robin's cock was definitely one of them.

Robin groaned, eyes flickering closed for only a moment as he realized that he'd much rather see Felix's face than revel in his own physical sensations.

He lifted his hips just slightly, meeting him, then breathed, "Fuck me. Now would be good."

Felix ran his hands up through his hair, lifting if off his neck, and watching Robin watch him from beneath his lashes. His back arched and his thighs tightened, and he rolled his hips for one long, agonizing moment before he started to move. Robin's gaze on his body, Robin's cock hot and hard inside him, Felix snapped his hips down and started to ride him with relentless hunger.