Junction (Unabridged)

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Samael rumbled happily at the sight of Robin's pink flesh, already gliding free as if impatient for his attention. He moved his fingers toward his companion's sheath, only for Robin to grab his wrist. "Thought you said you wanted to be on top, gatito?"

"Cain't I do both?" Samael purred while the other hand undid his shorts to allow his own excitement to burgeon forth unhindered. He tantalized himself with an easy stroke, hardly expending any effort to bring his arousal to full attention. His eyes darted down to see Robin's malehood flexing against the honed motions of his fingers, and he grinned in preparation of the teasing line only for Robin's flat tone to roll out first.

"I don't wanna overload that little redneck brain, you better just shove it in and get to work before ya forget what it is ya here for..."

Samael raised an eyebrow, annoyance trickling into his smile. "C'mon, now. I c'n chew gum while walkin'." He nonetheless shifted an arm down to grasp one of Robin's legs, taking a moment to stroke his thumb along the boundary of fur, flesh and metal. "Actin' like I cain't treat a man right same time I'm gettin' off..." He pushed Robin's leg upward and lowered his waist to nestle the thrumming azure erection between his companion's taut buttocks.

Robin's shaft twitched in his grip and he began a victorious grin, glancing back at his partner only to find eyes that stared up at him expectantly. They reflected a fire that wasn't glowing passionately as much as it seared with obsession. The strange mix of emotions shunted Samael's confidence, even as he ran his tongue over his fingers to slick his arousal, even as he pushed himself forward into a passage that gripped him tightly as they grunted in unison.

"Oh, I'm sure you can," Robin panted, reaching up and clutching Samael's bicep as the other took hold of the mattress frame below. "Anything to fill that void, right? Long as you satisfy that need?"

Samael's jaw clenched momentarily and he thrust forward lightly before easing himself back with a shuddering moan. His fingers hesitated around Robin's malehood. He swallowed once and then looked down again as he grasped into his lover's hip with the other hand, forcing his best painted-on smile. "Ain't the nicest dirty talk I ever heard...but it's all good, sweetie. It ain't ever just fer me..." He paused with a heated moan as his hips edged forward to sink himself a bit further into his companion. "I'm all 'bout givin' everyone a good time..."

Robin offered a muted groan that ignited a spark of lust-addled hope, a half-grin forming on Samael's maw as he leaned forward for a more favorable angle. He just needed to remember what he did best, and --

"Nah, I'm pretty sure...ya all about...bein' a dumb whore..."

Samael's eyes narrowed as a gaping chasm swallowed the spark. He ground his teeth together while releasing Robin's turgid shaft to instead dig his fingers into his other hip. "Y'know what?" he muttered, dropping one paw to the stone floor as the other planted firmly into the mattress. "Maybe yer right...maybe all'a y'all're right..." His claws drove into his companion's hide as their eyes locked. "Ain't nothin' but a fuckin' whore."

There was no grin of satisfaction when Samael snarled and plowed forward, no smug smirk gleaming beneath the sharp yelp that flew from Robin's maw. Samael didn't care, liberating himself from all restraint as he plunged to the hilt, arching his spine and filling the room with a guttural moan. His tail rang out sharply a moment before his muscles flexed to jerk himself back with an audible pop.

He hitched Robin's leg high, hoisting it over a shoulder and then thrusting even harder to bury both length and girth once more, driving into Robin with little thought of offering an adjustment period. The heat had long boiled over, filling him with an unquenchable urge he could only address with another vicious extraction that elicited cries from them both. And as Robin continued to stare up at him from the crossroads of apathy and derision, Samael responded the way he knew best.

His bulging arm curled around Robin's thigh as his opposite hand steadied his companion's waist, allowing him to break into a blistering assault. He pounded into Robin relentlessly, toe-claws clamping into the floor for stability as the thin metal bed frame screamed in protest beneath them. His malehood was a piston firing with uncanny rhythm, rocketing back and forth with little regard for the way the dual piercings and daunting knot smashed into a too-tight passage.

Robin cursed and hissed beneath him, but the audible slap of his arousal against his stomach only called on Samael to succumb further. He leaned over Robin, forcing his companion's spine to bend as his waist lifted from the mattress while Samael's arousal worked into him faster and faster. Drool ran from Samael's jaws to splatter Robin's chest and maw while their bodies contorted as one, allowing their hot, frantic breaths to effortlessly clash.

Samael's hand flew from his companion's waist to the metal bar at the end of the bed, anchoring himself for the searing pace he found in his desperation to soak up every last drop. There was no intimacy here, only the scalding touch of two animals fiercely entangled, but Samael no longer cared how intense the heat; as long as the pyre was fueled, his soul could survive.

He howled in bliss as the rapid-fire tattoo granted him a sudden climax, practically folding Robin in half while his hips became a blur of instinctual movement. He felt something gushing between them -- maybe it was Robin's own orgasm, maybe it was the overflow of his own, maybe it was something else entirely, it didn't matter. His teeth found Robin's shoulder and his jaws clamped tightly while he thrust with every ounce of his strength to send himself deep into the bowels of his temporary shrine.

No doubt the spirits turned their heads aside at his raw display of savage, selfish desire, but he didn't care. His climax surged forward and spilled out and stained all it touched, and yet he couldn't help the relentless pounding that continued to brutalize his companion long after the last of his peak trickled free. It wasn't until physical exhaustion gripped his heart that he began to slow, his eyes peeling open to stare with sudden shame at the dirt wall behind the bed.

His pace dropped into a series of weak, jilted thrusts while he struggled to separate his maw from Robin's shoulder, if only to allow his heaving chest to pull more air into his lungs. Robin's lower half thudded back to the mattress with Samael still anchored within, their torsos colliding as they both gasped for breath.

"Shit...aw shit..." Samael panted, his eyes flicking over to see Robin's features curled into a grimace. "F-fuck...s-sorry, hon, I'm..."

He blinked as Robin's leg curled back in a show of flexibility, staring down stupidly at the metal prosthetic that wedged against his shoulder. He had only a second to peer back at Robin before the powerful limb shoved him backward with uncanny strength. Samael attempted a whimper of protest but it did nothing to stop his companion from forcing his still-stiff malehood to jolt free.

Robin snarled his agony as Samael winced and slapped a hand against the wall for support against his own wave of discomfort. Warmth splattered across both their legs and Samael flinched. He reached down in an attempt to grasp into Robin's arm, but had his hand idly slapped away. It stung more than it should have.

"Dunno what you apologizin' for, Shorty. You got off, I got a workout." Robin shrugged and then glanced idly at his own half-visible malehood. "Shit, I mighta gotten off, too. Win's a win."

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