[it's not a game, but it's too dangerous to be serious. it sits there somewhere in the middle and it's a place where a lot of things exist for Robin.
that's why.
because people aren't candy and he's not a child. children are innocent and they haven't experienced the world for all its bright lights and dark shadows. they're selfish and have big dreams. Robin has no dreams and he's sure as hell isn't innocent.
Nero is much better at being a child and taking the candy when it's offered to her. she's selfish and maybe he needs someone selfish and childish enough to remind him he still has a heart even if he doesn't have his humanity. it beats and races like anyone else's.
he moans into her mouth and takes her other knee, picking her up and holding her against his body while he moves back to her bed. he drops her there and their kiss breaks but he's quick to follow and continue. his hands wander up and down her thigh, tugging the robe away from the both of them and tossing it to the side.
the only thing left between them are his jeans. but maybe he can use those.
the rough texture brushes her inner thighs before he pins his hips to hers and grinds down on her. their kiss breaks and he presses his forehead to hers, breathing deeply, looking down their chests to the hard button that rubs against her sensitive, softer button.
her clit. it's her clit.
and his pants are going to be a mess if she's as wet as she had been when his fingers were buried inside her.]
he'll pet it with his dick
that's why.
because people aren't candy and he's not a child. children are innocent and they haven't experienced the world for all its bright lights and dark shadows. they're selfish and have big dreams. Robin has no dreams and he's sure as hell isn't innocent.
Nero is much better at being a child and taking the candy when it's offered to her. she's selfish and maybe he needs someone selfish and childish enough to remind him he still has a heart even if he doesn't have his humanity. it beats and races like anyone else's.
he moans into her mouth and takes her other knee, picking her up and holding her against his body while he moves back to her bed. he drops her there and their kiss breaks but he's quick to follow and continue. his hands wander up and down her thigh, tugging the robe away from the both of them and tossing it to the side.
the only thing left between them are his jeans. but maybe he can use those.
the rough texture brushes her inner thighs before he pins his hips to hers and grinds down on her. their kiss breaks and he presses his forehead to hers, breathing deeply, looking down their chests to the hard button that rubs against her sensitive, softer button.
her clit. it's her clit.
and his pants are going to be a mess if she's as wet as she had been when his fingers were buried inside her.]