[he's heard that sound from creatures who loathe him and monsters who delight in him. there are a few he obsessively aches to hear it from, even--but none of those have ever turned him on as much as Irahl's tense, restless little slip in control.
he can't do it. the teasing is suddenly over as Robin's patience shatters; he reaches eagerly under the last of Irahl's thin clothing to run his hand up and down his length without a single shred of hesitation. the last of his restraint and subtlety are abandoned in favor of gratified moaning--and he barely gives Irahl time to acclimate before he's exposed his arousal and started running his talented tongue all over it.
he wants him. it's painfully obvious. he's hard and he's groaning around the taste of him, and he takes him into his mouth with almost embarrassing eagerness--but there's nothing he wants in the moment more than this, and he's going to take it. the palms digging down into Irahl's hips, pinning him still, don't give the other much choice.]
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he can't do it. the teasing is suddenly over as Robin's patience shatters; he reaches eagerly under the last of Irahl's thin clothing to run his hand up and down his length without a single shred of hesitation. the last of his restraint and subtlety are abandoned in favor of gratified moaning--and he barely gives Irahl time to acclimate before he's exposed his arousal and started running his talented tongue all over it.
he wants him. it's painfully obvious. he's hard and he's groaning around the taste of him, and he takes him into his mouth with almost embarrassing eagerness--but there's nothing he wants in the moment more than this, and he's going to take it. the palms digging down into Irahl's hips, pinning him still, don't give the other much choice.]