To Kill a Puck--the debriefing

[raith_rogue]

Thomas was pacing. Prowling. He had a poisoned and recovering puck in his bed, he'd spent an uncomfortable, restless night on the couch, and his demon was all for taking advantage of the weakened state of his houseguest, which was the main reason for the pacing.

Also, because Harry was supposed to be there. He hadn't pushed when Harry had asked if it could wait until morning, because he wasn't sure just how serious the current situation was--probably not 'drop everything and get over here' serious, at any rate. But now it was morning, and Thomas was hungry and had had about three cups of coffee too many, and he just wanted Harry to get here so he could have something to distract him. Oh, and because Harry could probably help, if anyone could, but at the moment that was secondary.

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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That predatory look in Thomas' eyes nearly sent Robin's cock to attention all on its own. It did at least twitch visibly.

"Be gentle," he purred. "Do remember I'm recovering."

[raith_rogue]

"I'll keep that in mind," Thomas murmured, a seductive chill reaching Robin a half second before Thomas did, gripping Robin's hips and pressing against him as he kissed him, groaning into his mouth.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

It was so strange, Robin had thought before, how desire for Thomas often seemed to run cold instead of hot. Like a full body shudder sending every nerve on end. He liked it.

All the breath seemed to leave him as Thomas connected with his skin, arousal flooding into him like a wave breaking, his legs going jelly-like under the weight of it. He wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck mostly to keep himself upright, moaning shamelessly and rocking his body with utter disregard for the bandages on his chest.

[raith_rogue]

"Let's go introduce you to my bed properly," Thomas whispered against Robin's lips, sliding his arms around his waist as he let his lips move up along Robin's jaw, tasting and teasing.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Right, because I didn't really get to appreciate it while I was unconscious," Robin said breathlessly.

He was hard now, barely even noticing the chill on his bare skin. Or anything else for that matter.

"Did you sleep on the couch? I feel like I should really thank you for your hospitality."

[raith_rogue]

"I did," Thomas confirmed without offering an explanation, and not just because he didn't want to talk about it. He also had better things to do with his mouth, and he was working on doing them as he started to maneuver Robin back toward the bedroom. "So come thank me, already."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

It wasn't until they got close to the bed that Robin realized that he was actually feeling kind of... well, damn it all, weak. At least enough that it seemed like an excellent idea to fall back on the bed as soon as he got the chance.

"What do you know, gratitude is my specialty."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas followed him onto the bed, kneeling above Robin's body as he nuzzled and kissed at bare skin, one hand ghosting over the bandages. "...should probably check on your chest first," he murmured, clearly reluctant to stop what he was doing.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned in frustrated protest. "I've gotten worse injuries during sex."

[raith_rogue]

It was enough to convince Thomas to keep going--since that was what he wanted, anyway. "If you're sure..." he breathed, his demon offering a little extra convincing as his fingers grazed down Robin's side to his hip, his teeth nipping at Robin's shoulder lightly.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Like Robin needed the convincing.

He moaned and slid his arms up around Thomas' neck. "Fuck me," he begged. "Fuck me."

[raith_rogue]

"Yesss," Thomas hissed, reaching down to undo his pants and squirm out of them. He wasn't starving, but he was definitely hungry after last night, and the long, restless night spent on the couch hadn't helped. He found Robin's mouth and kissed him, hard and hungry.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin moaned. His hands slid onto Thomas' body as if he couldn't get enough of his skin, which was actually kind of true.

"I love how you pretty much eliminate the need for foreplay simply by existing," he laughed breathlessly. "Gods but I thought your friend would never leave."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas chuckled a little at the first comment, and even though he sort of agreed with the second, he felt he needed to defend Harry. "He was just doing his job," he pointed out, kissing Robin again before moving his mouth to Robin's neck, reaching for the nightstand and pulling the drawer open to grab the lube inside without needing to stop or even look.