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

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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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"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.