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."