[and Robin does his very best to follow him. he might... accidentally scrape his tongue along the tougher fabric, once or twice, but he's kind of drunk and the details are coming in a little slower than they should. he finds his way back soon enough--and since he can't give him orders with his mouth otherwise occupied, he finally just grabs onto his hips and pushes him down against the bed to hold him still.
he wants more, forgetting the last of his important little hesitations. forget whatever thoughts he had about before being a dream come true--this is where his heart's desire is. he pauses just long enough to slide a hand down his pants again, his mouth working where there's room, his tongue playing at the skin above his band, sneaking under...]
no subject
he wants more, forgetting the last of his important little hesitations. forget whatever thoughts he had about before being a dream come true--this is where his heart's desire is. he pauses just long enough to slide a hand down his pants again, his mouth working where there's room, his tongue playing at the skin above his band, sneaking under...]