Accord // Probably Canon

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the following is a continuation of this very sexy thing.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Robin isn't as patient. The sounds themselves are nearly enough to break him; he shivers with that sharpened sound, the feeling pooling like everything else at the base of his spine. The much-wanted friction, the subtle breath against his neck, they're more than enough.

He barely gives time to fill his lungs before he pushes and moves, hand slipping away to quickly (and efficiently--it screams of practice) do away with everything that shouldn't be there. Clothes gone without the slightest hesitation, pressing in close to kiss him again without the least bit of nervousness of self-consciousness. Robin's never been bothered by this sort of thing. Tek should be pleased to see what he's managed to do to him anyway.

He presses against the other and this time, the shudder is impossible to disguise. That and a heavy breath break their kiss, his primal want just as obvious. He could be written off as completely ensnared if not for his last little mental nudge of satisfaction, a smug and all-too-appeased look on his face.

"Well?"

[heresyandlace]

Everything down to the look of pride on Robin's face is exactly what Tek has been aiming for. A lofty goal that he's been watching unfold before his heavy-lidded and covetous eyes. It's all such a rare combination-- a wonderful collection of ego and pliancy and skill. Fair to say, it's been decades since he's run into a creature anything like him. Robin is earning every bit of the praise he's seeking.

Breath heavy and restless in his chest, part of Tek's answer comes in the form of a rolling open-mouthed purr. It's a greedy blissful sound, rumbling as he follows after Robin, eating up any bit of space that might have been left between them. Slithering up against him, around him, arms wrapping so fingers can drag up along the track of his spine and ease him closer. One leg slides up until his thigh rests comfortably against Robin's hip. All of it one lithe motion, melting eagerly up against him. He's at his neck again, teeth pressed in a smile against his skin.

The second part of his answer is in the necklace caught purposefully between his chest and Robin's, humming the message directly into his mind.

'You're perfect.'