[it could be the heat of the moment. it could be Robin doing as he's told when he doesn't have the mind to think for himself. it could be a person deep inside that's crying out because it wants to keep something, it wants something for his own. it could be his hands finally been given a voice because not once had they let go of her when they tumbled and what started to matter was how much skin could they bare as quickly as possible.
it could be because Robin has wanted to hear those words echoed back at him but it was always a fool's hope. until now.
she says it under a thick canopy of breaths, groans, skin, heads buzzing with pleasure but Robin hears it. he hears it again but his hips don't pause to ask about it. Nero always wanted reds -- the shade of passion and vibrancy. Of blood and war. not the greens of trees, of envy and Earth. what would an emperor have to envy when she can seize at her leisure? when she has crowds of people, men willing to give her anything she wants. red suits her much better than green.
but he'll take this. her wanting him could be the heat of a moment. it could be Nero saying what she thinks he wants to hear and she doesn't have a mind for herself. it could be an emperor who's wanted love and at the first sign of it wants to reach out and bottle it as badly as Robin desperately, selfishly wants to hold it in the breadth of his palms.
they're busy gripping at the slick skin of her body. leaving her hair to hold onto a thigh and dig his fingers in. if Servants bruise, there will be marks for her to show off. small scratches at her side, red lines that blend into the flush of her body now. small space on her neck and collar and breasts where he's sucked too hard. something of her own to go along with his scars.
she says his name like a mantra but his eyes close and he focuses on fucking into her when his thighs and hips are starting to burn with the effort. the screams rip her throat hoarse, and he takes a nipple into his mouth to make it bleed. his hand pawing at the other, squeezing blindly and roughly. his cock swells in her, near his breaking point but he stops before he can blow his load. his lips pull from her tit, wet with his saliva instead of sweat.
a rough groan catches in his chest and he sits up to put her on her back again, flipping them over. she's right there at the edge, her shoulders hanging off the edge and hair dangling. then he takes her legs against his chest and holds them there with one arm across his chest. the other has kept her hand and he squeezes it, pitching her back and forth with the movement of his hips.
he speaks into her calves, lips dragging and mumbling, his red hair sticking.]
Gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. At least cum, gh, with me if you won't do it first. I'm not──
[leaving her behind. but he drops his head and clenches his teeth, pace stuttering.]
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it could be because Robin has wanted to hear those words echoed back at him but it was always a fool's hope. until now.
she says it under a thick canopy of breaths, groans, skin, heads buzzing with pleasure but Robin hears it. he hears it again but his hips don't pause to ask about it. Nero always wanted reds -- the shade of passion and vibrancy. Of blood and war. not the greens of trees, of envy and Earth. what would an emperor have to envy when she can seize at her leisure? when she has crowds of people, men willing to give her anything she wants. red suits her much better than green.
but he'll take this. her wanting him could be the heat of a moment. it could be Nero saying what she thinks he wants to hear and she doesn't have a mind for herself. it could be an emperor who's wanted love and at the first sign of it wants to reach out and bottle it as badly as Robin desperately, selfishly wants to hold it in the breadth of his palms.
they're busy gripping at the slick skin of her body. leaving her hair to hold onto a thigh and dig his fingers in. if Servants bruise, there will be marks for her to show off. small scratches at her side, red lines that blend into the flush of her body now. small space on her neck and collar and breasts where he's sucked too hard. something of her own to go along with his scars.
she says his name like a mantra but his eyes close and he focuses on fucking into her when his thighs and hips are starting to burn with the effort. the screams rip her throat hoarse, and he takes a nipple into his mouth to make it bleed. his hand pawing at the other, squeezing blindly and roughly. his cock swells in her, near his breaking point but he stops before he can blow his load. his lips pull from her tit, wet with his saliva instead of sweat.
a rough groan catches in his chest and he sits up to put her on her back again, flipping them over. she's right there at the edge, her shoulders hanging off the edge and hair dangling. then he takes her legs against his chest and holds them there with one arm across his chest. the other has kept her hand and he squeezes it, pitching her back and forth with the movement of his hips.
he speaks into her calves, lips dragging and mumbling, his red hair sticking.]
Gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. At least cum, gh, with me if you won't do it first. I'm not──
[leaving her behind. but he drops his head and clenches his teeth, pace stuttering.]
Nero.