You know, for all his bravado... at the end of the day, all Robin really wants is for someone to shove him up against a wall and have their way with him. He has no chance of keeping quiet, breath growing ragged as he is set upon by his hungry partner. They are so close to having somewhere to land, a room, a bed... But every urge he's been trying so hard to ignore the entire way here is coming up all at once, and it's nearly a miracle that he doesn't just give up right there and then.

The only thing that keeps him from sinking is a stupid, silly little thought... The foolish, romantic notion that he'd like them to finish somewhere comfortable, because curling up together afterwards would make this the perfect experience. And when's the last time that he and Tek had something perfect?

Maybe never. He wants that for both of them, even if he doesn't realize it, because a couple of months ago, he was starting to think he'd never get a chance to see Tek ever again.

So he finds just enough sense to bring his bare hand to his mouth and bite down hard (maybe too hard) against one of his knuckles, reaching blindly back with it a moment later to fidget and fumble against the doorknob until he can unlock it with a little bit of magic and a lot of reserve willpower.

He nearly falls over when the door suddenly opens in behind him, stumbling back several steps with a startled laugh--but it doesn't matter for long, as he swings Tek around, kicks the door closed behind them, and starts bodily herding him in the direction of the bed in the middle of the room.

It's a nice bed. Queen size, at least. The sheets look clean, and therefor ruinable.