[and Robin is too intoxicated to recognize why this is so wonderful to him, or why Irahl's fingers are such a turn-on when he normally hates letting anyone pull on his hair... but somewhere, through his immature view of the world, he thinks he's won. he's proven Irahl wrong. the dragon likes him, is letting him--encouraging him to do this. he's been trying to tell him this whole time that it feels good to be liked, to be wanted.
he was talking about that for Irahl's sake, but when it comes down to it, there's nothing Robin wants more in the world than for someone who doesn't like anything to like him.
so he does whatever the dragon wants. he takes him deeper and drags his fingers down his hips. Irahl can fuck his mouth all he wants, as long as he's willing to push against the hands that grip at his thighs and his sides and the rest of his erection when Robin isn't busy moaning against the length of it.
suffice to say, the rumors are true. the guy gives a good blowjob.]
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he was talking about that for Irahl's sake, but when it comes down to it, there's nothing Robin wants more in the world than for someone who doesn't like anything to like him.
so he does whatever the dragon wants. he takes him deeper and drags his fingers down his hips. Irahl can fuck his mouth all he wants, as long as he's willing to push against the hands that grip at his thighs and his sides and the rest of his erection when Robin isn't busy moaning against the length of it.
suffice to say, the rumors are true. the guy gives a good blowjob.]