[another squeak gets another crooked smile from him. fair trade that something rare cajoles its kin out of another.
even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.
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even her yank on his hair doesn't dim the smile too badly, though he winces and looks up at her through one green eye. he's amused. until she purrs. the sound travels lower in his body and makes his hips feel tense beneath the weight of her. it's much easier to get Robin to hold her breasts compared to the first time. when she awkwardly settled them on her cleavage until he gave in.
there's a much shorter hesitation compared to before. mostly for entwining fingers, not for putting his hands on her chest again. that isn't a problem, obviously, when he's tweaking her nipples playfully. his eyelids lower, half-mast over his eyes until he takes control again and weighs her in his palm. she's not too big or too small. she fit easily in his palm before.
she fits easily now as he takes her between his fingers and she's so soft and unmarred compared to the callouses he doesn't get rid of. the two opposing textures rubbing together are as full of friction as it would have been if they had been humans in Rome again.
they're not but this is the best they can do.
what does he want...? he drums fingers on the swell of her ass, as if he can read her thoughts about the butt stuff. why is she concerning herself with what he wants? this is about what she wants, isn't it? she called him here.
she kisses his forehead and touches his chest. he wishes Servant didn't have heartbeats. he prays that Nero can't feel how his thuds harder in his chest than normal from something as inane as a kiss to his forehead and asking him what he wants. it doesn't matter what he wants. he doesn't want.
he's here for hers. if it wasn't obvious.]
Don't turn this around and make it about me.
[he murmurs into her mouth, working more of her robe off her body with idle movements. every now and then he goes back to her breast, giving it a grope. then gripping her shoulder and her arm, squeezing her soft skin along the way.]
But if you have some wine in this fancy room of yours, I wouldn't say no to that.