psychoshenanigans | Accord // Probably Canon

And he, of course, enjoys being doted on back. It's almost like they never left, especially with his fingers in his hair (his hair) the way that they are.

But the tightening is what really gets him into the moment--makes him a little sharper, a little more aware of the present situation. Though not a harsh grip at all, his response is perfect. He holds still enough to be engulfed by that kiss, a sound just a little too close to a pleasured groan escaping into the capture.

He can play that, pound for pound. His hand (the one not still brushed loosely against the gem) soothes over the skin that'd suffered for his surprise earlier, fingers drifting up the other's side and then slowly, tantalizingly, back down to slip under the waistline of his pants.

He's glad for Robin's southward-wandering hand, if only to hopefully distract from the slightly undignified 'mm!' and little squirm that he's not able to catch when Robin's hand skates up his side.

...Tek might be a little ticklish.

But he is not about to let the attention go to that, so he's nipping Robin's lip a little--no sharp teeth this time, don't worry--and works his fingers in Robin's hair. A little rough, lightly raking at the nape of his neck.

He thinks that he might have noticed something like that (and the information is carefully logged away for later, perhaps when Tek least expects it), but that does nothing to change the fact that he is easily distractable. The fingers in his hands may as well be the strings that make him a puppet. He's fine with being controlled, so long as he knows to what ends.

And these are ends he can really get behind.

Yeah, sure, let's ignore the little departure from the usual mood of things. He'll let the bite settle through his nerves and continue the hand's departure towards untouched skin, drifting like feathers. He likes the feel of his flesh--though he's momentarily surprised to have to remember that Tek is not currently equipped with the parts he'd been expecting. The perfection wins out anyway.

A languid epilogue, he shifts from the kiss to run his tongue along the underside of Tek's jaw, pressing into the space between bone and muscle even as he begins to explore below the hemline, fingers drifting wherever he gets a response.

That purr is returning, the sound rumbling under ribs and between his teeth as his back begins to arch.
Robin starts the motion under Tek's jaw-- his head tilting back in response, the motion then rolling in a slither down his spine until it reaches his hips, ending in a restless shifting under Robin's hand.

His skin is beginning to heat. The reptilian coolness of it warming until he nearly feels feverish. It matches the way that his aura thrums against Robin's, the energy growing livid and clingy, and the way that his fingers curl a little in Robin's hair. With the connection, the instincts winding up in him are almost tangible, but there is still an element of restraint.

A building blissful aggression that he's wrestling back, for now.

And he'd like to say that he's used to this--the warming of skin, the soft thrum of affirmation and affection--but it's not usual at all. This one's warmth is unnatural, even and barely flushed and he can feel the other changing underneath his lips and chest and fingers. His presence is heavy, enveloping. It's the sort of thing that makes him feel like the air is too warm, like there's not quite enough of it.

Or maybe he's just imagining it. Maybe the idea of something a little new and unexplored is just too good to pass up. Maybe his more pressing attempts to catch the other in a deepening kiss, excited by the way the other moves and arches with his touchtastepresstease, is just a delusion he's building up for himself.

But the Gods be damned if he still doesn't want to fuck him right now.

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That kiss is just what he wants--he's caught, and then pulls Robin into it. It's an outlet. It gives him something to play rough with while he continues to keep the rest of his ferocity in check.

He wants to-- No, not just yet.

Hand slips down to the back of the other's neck, so he doesn't pull his hair with the way his fingers are reflexively claw-curling. He tempers himself, reveling here in every little motion and shiver. It's a wonderful place to linger, surrounded in the growing hum of electric nerves.

It's when his will finally buckles with a writhe against Robin, a bit of voice slipping out of him--heady and breathless--that he decides, again, that it's all not quite enough. He wants more.

The purr sharpens into a growl-- the kind that incites.

He breaks the kiss so he can tilt his head and lean up for his neck, mouth and teeth and tongue hovering just a breath from skin. Not quite making contact, but close enough to be felt nonetheless. An illustration of the tension that he would kill for Robin to break right now. Part silent plea and part demand.

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?"

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.'

Accord // Probably Canon

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