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A
hot pant washed over Robin's muzzle as Samael squirmed in a failing
attempt to beat back his lust. It wasn't like with York, how the two
of them could turn any situation into a sexual one, how their
friendship went so deep and strange that a cheerful discussion about
music and booze could tumble into an over-the-bed-railing and then
back without a drop of discomfort. York wasn't tamed by any means,
yet his zest for life, his yearning for companionship was controlled,
more than most realized. Robin, however...Robin's soul was a wildfire
next to York's rumbling hearth, a force of nature as unpredictable as
it was dangerous.
But
flame was flame, and the tongues of heat licking at Samael's desire
were a temptation too powerful to resist. His eyes traveled down as
his head pulled back enough to give him a waterlogged view of Robin's
pink arousal resting halfway from its sheath.
Samael
loathed himself even as his jaws parted hungrily. A hand shot out to
clutch into Robin's hip and he stabbed violently into temperance
despite the excited jangle behind him. "Hnghh...I already been
yelled at 'fore...'bout makin' a scene in the showers..."
Robin's
fingers curled comfortably into Samael's headfur, not guiding him but
instead encouraging him to follow his urges. "You sayin' ya not
good enough to be quick?"
Follow
them all the way to Robin's dick, apparently. Samael's eyes flicked
up to acknowledge the challenge before they locked onto his target as
he dropped to a kneel while pushing Robin against the tiled wall. His
partner barely had time to grunt from the impact before Samael's
muzzle closed around the pulsing malehood as a joyful rumble emanated
from his throat. He bobbed forward and looped his tongue around the
stiffening girth to earn a pleased moan from above, a moment before
his companion's hips rocked into his jaws to bury his snout in the
damp fur of Robin's waist.
As
Robin's length expanded rapidly into Samael's maw, a whimpering voice
made a final, feeble attempt to slow his onslaught. He was only
seeking a heated passion to compensate for Andee's absence, to make
up for the cold shoulders and flat expressions ever since they'd left
Sampi. And this was so obviously a distraction; Robin was barely
hiding the fact he didn't want to talk about his past, didn't want to
open up about his trauma or his reasons for skirting the line between
suicide and sacrifice.
...But
who was Samael kidding. This wasn't Andee's fault. He'd always been
this way, a creature of lust through and through. And Robin had every
right to his privacy, to keep his jagged emotions to himself, to
flood his lack of empathy across all of Sirca.
The
Movement didn't need restraint or introspection. A whore and a
sociopath were far more useful.
As
Robin's knot forced itself free amid the assault of Sirca's slickest
tongue, Samael pulled his head back and dragged his teeth lightly
along the warm flesh to coax another muffled groan from his
cloistered partner. Satisfied that his talents hadn't waned since
their last time in service on the shoulder of a dark off-ramp, Samael
began to bob swiftly as his fingers closed tighter around Robin's
hips. He moved with purpose, shoving aside his usual need to build
tender momentum in favor of mashing the accelerator to the
floorboard.
Robin's
arousal plunged into his throat with each dip of his head as harried
breaths rushed from his nostrils on every retreat. "Verga,"
he heard grunted from somewhere over his spine. "Ya thirsty
today, gatito..." Samael's eyes closed as he absorbed
bliss from the shared accusation, digging his claws into his lover's
hips as Robin's own fingers clutched harder against his skull.
He
could feel Robin's hips struggling against his iron grip, forcing
away from the wall in search of their own rhythm. Samael began to
pull his waist forward firmly, but Robin's will was no pushover as a
silent battle brewed between their monumental desires. A second hand
joined the first at the base of Samael's skull while a metal leg slid
forward to shift Robin's weight, allowing him to drive his hips
downward in defiance of Samael's commanding lateral movement.
The
drool spilling from Samael's maw mixed with the downpour from the
long-forgotten shower as the last of Q-Base's overworked boilers spat
lukewarm water across their curled, writhing forms. Samael's arms
trembled against the intensity of their duel, and Robin's hips
steadily battered into him faster and harder. He gagged a couple
times but it only made his craving worse as he gave in and simply
wrapped his bulky arms around his companion's waist to crush him
against his muzzle.
Robin
barked out a sharp curse and bent entirely over the kneeling Samael
as his hips broke into a violent tattoo of minuscule thrusts, holding
Samael's skull fiercely to his waist with a domineering growl. Samael
welcomed it, his own powerful body quivering before smoothly
accepting the outpouring of Robin's excitement. Each punctuated burst
fired into the depths of Samael's throat, his jaws clamped stubbornly
to deny any reprieve from the vicious pounding of Robin's harried
climax.
Samael
could taste the waning of his partner's orgasm but remained
steadfast, once more finding the upper hand against Robin's shaky
legs as his head shoved the taller chupa again into the wet tiles.
His tail whipped to and fro while his tongue guided back the last
weak trickles of ecstasy. Robin's hands peeled away from his skull to
drop to his sides as his body slumped against the wall, a ragged
groan sliding from his jaws.
Samael
himself at last released the twitching malehood before dropping his
head forward to pant heavily, unable to avoid a cough as he struggled
to force something other than dick and jizz down his throat.
"Shit...aw fuck, that...mighta been a record..."
Robin's
soaked crotch rested atop Samael's head as he caught his breath
between his legs, one hand pressed to the wall as the other remained
weakly clutched into a hip. "No jodas, Shorty,"
Robin muttered before he patted the side of Samael's skull. "I
know you ain't got off that time, too busy tryna rip the rest of my
legs off..."
Samael
choked out a laugh while glancing down at his half-emerged member
bobbing slowly between his thighs. "Haw...n-naw, but...still
good..." He took a deeper breath and then leaned back to smirk
up at Robin past his retreating arousal. "Consider it Sampian
courtesy."
Robin
shrugged easily. "I'll just consider it you bein' hungry for
dick, little man." |