[still foreplay. it's strange, isn't it? he contradicts himself so much. he fought her like she was sentencing him to a terrible punishment by inviting him here. yet he takes his time with it like a masochist who derives pleasure from their own suffering. he's become so used to doing things he doesn't want to that he's been forced to make them things he does.
it's not too monumental of a task when his reward is the whines and moans for his hard work. or knowing that keeping his clothes on is actually torture for her. he can admit, to himself, that feeling her skin on his is a sensation that was lacking before. while he doesn't want to strip himself as badly as Nero seems to want him to, he's looking forward to the idea of her body against his without the barrier of clothes.
but he will take advantage of what he has, first. he would never use the tactic on any of the armies he fought but seduction is as strong as a method as sabotage or treachery. just not his style.
it may be worth it just to listen to the whimpers and mewls that pour from her like honey. a small adjustment and he rocks his hips steadily, mimicking a motion she knows. one that doesn't let her flip him over when he takes the hands that grope him needily and brings one up to kiss the center of her palm, down to the underside of her wrist. somehow, the skin is softer here and he rubs his lips along it.
he's good at multi-tasking, he said. Nero responded by saying she knows. being able to kiss her wrist, rut his hips, and tug her hand to the button and fly of his pants shouldn't come as a surprise to her then.]
If you want them off so bad, you won't care if you have to do it yourself, right?
[maneuvering her fingers hooks them into the waistband, keeping them there. he has a free hand now to touch her. all of her clothes are gone so there's plenty of skin for him to explore. basic instincts seem to be stronger than Robin's will, this time around. it's hard to say if any man would be able to resist the temptation of a naked woman's body. one like Nero's especially. he has no idea how it was possible with the clothes she wore, but there was a bit she left to the imagination. Robin gets to see it for himself as he leans back.
a tiny waist, a soft jut of hip bones that presses to his. like this, he can have the full picture of her pussy, too. if he wasn't rubbing a denim covered hard-on against her.
the pads of his fingers brush lines along her stomach to her hip. there, he grabs her thigh and pulls it against his chest.]
wasn't that A PUSSY JOKE
it's not too monumental of a task when his reward is the whines and moans for his hard work. or knowing that keeping his clothes on is actually torture for her. he can admit, to himself, that feeling her skin on his is a sensation that was lacking before. while he doesn't want to strip himself as badly as Nero seems to want him to, he's looking forward to the idea of her body against his without the barrier of clothes.
but he will take advantage of what he has, first. he would never use the tactic on any of the armies he fought but seduction is as strong as a method as sabotage or treachery. just not his style.
it may be worth it just to listen to the whimpers and mewls that pour from her like honey. a small adjustment and he rocks his hips steadily, mimicking a motion she knows. one that doesn't let her flip him over when he takes the hands that grope him needily and brings one up to kiss the center of her palm, down to the underside of her wrist. somehow, the skin is softer here and he rubs his lips along it.
he's good at multi-tasking, he said. Nero responded by saying she knows. being able to kiss her wrist, rut his hips, and tug her hand to the button and fly of his pants shouldn't come as a surprise to her then.]
If you want them off so bad, you won't care if you have to do it yourself, right?
[maneuvering her fingers hooks them into the waistband, keeping them there. he has a free hand now to touch her. all of her clothes are gone so there's plenty of skin for him to explore. basic instincts seem to be stronger than Robin's will, this time around. it's hard to say if any man would be able to resist the temptation of a naked woman's body. one like Nero's especially. he has no idea how it was possible with the clothes she wore, but there was a bit she left to the imagination. Robin gets to see it for himself as he leans back.
a tiny waist, a soft jut of hip bones that presses to his. like this, he can have the full picture of her pussy, too. if he wasn't rubbing a denim covered hard-on against her.
the pads of his fingers brush lines along her stomach to her hip. there, he grabs her thigh and pulls it against his chest.]
Or we can just keep going like this.