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raith_rogue ([personal profile] raith_rogue) wrote2011-03-04 08:21 pm

To Kill a Puck--the debriefing

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.

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Robin groaned in frustrated protest. "I've gotten worse injuries during sex."

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2011-03-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Like Robin needed the convincing.

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

[identity profile] puckfellow.livejournal.com 2011-03-16 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
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."