Slipping closer to the warm spread of Ishiah's pale skin, he's treated to the sight of comfort stealing over the peri's stoic face. A treat no matter the circumstances, and Robin allows the wolfish pleasure that overtakes his smile speak to the truth of that.
"There is nothing," he admits, doubting that Ishiah will be surprised, even if he is bothered. For a puck, waiting is a more ideal game. The most ideal game.
"But I don't want you straining yourself doing the work of both of us, either. If you're going to, the least that I can do is reward you for your effort. If not the intelligence or style of your execution."
The hand searching into Ishiah's trousers slips in fully, cupping him beneath his clothing. Robin sees no reason to move this off of the sofa. For now. He drops a kiss, like a present, onto Ishiah's lips. Gentle enough to be uncharacteristic, except within the framework of his feelings for the man in front of him.
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"There is nothing," he admits, doubting that Ishiah will be surprised, even if he is bothered. For a puck, waiting is a more ideal game. The most ideal game.
"But I don't want you straining yourself doing the work of both of us, either. If you're going to, the least that I can do is reward you for your effort. If not the intelligence or style of your execution."
The hand searching into Ishiah's trousers slips in fully, cupping him beneath his clothing. Robin sees no reason to move this off of the sofa. For now. He drops a kiss, like a present, onto Ishiah's lips. Gentle enough to be uncharacteristic, except within the framework of his feelings for the man in front of him.