It's not an easy sell, but somewhere at the back of his sex-addled brain, Robin does want clothes to come off. He's at least done this enough times that the clawing at his waistband eventually triggers a couple of instinctual reactions: slowing just enough to give the other some room to work, and reaching down himself to likewise help his partner get their pants out of the way.

At some point, Robin laughs again--though whether it's because he thinks something is funny or because he's just having too much fucking fun is hard to tell. Tek is soon thanked for his consideration, pressed back into the bed again as Robin moves against him and the low, breathy laughing trails away at his ear. There's almost a moment of calm before everything winds back up, and it isn't long before Tek is getting exactly the kind rough time he was hoping for.