It's true that Robin has little tolerance for any sort of lengthy stifling, whether it's intended with well meaning or not, but for the time being, he's content to let Ishiah do his damndest, it seems, to surround him by every side The hands that pluck at his collar are warm, warmer when they slide down past the opened fabric to brush over the center of his chest.
Still, it's easier to take care of the drinks, when Ishiah moves away again. He doesn't mind losing him for a few minutes. Neither of them is going anywhere, at least for the night.
"I think it's still chilly enough for a good twaty Port, what do you think?" he says, opening a cupboard to pull the bottle out and pour them both an over-reasonable glass. Robin is always generous -- when he's not pouring at work.
"I haven't had a chance yet to be inside your head, though. But we can save that for later, if you want. Along with the chance for me to be inside your pants." He gives a sniff of laughter at his own poor joke. "If you want to relax for a few, by all means, who am I to tell you otherwise? We both know I'm too lazy for that. Are you hungry?"
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Still, it's easier to take care of the drinks, when Ishiah moves away again. He doesn't mind losing him for a few minutes. Neither of them is going anywhere, at least for the night.
"I think it's still chilly enough for a good twaty Port, what do you think?" he says, opening a cupboard to pull the bottle out and pour them both an over-reasonable glass. Robin is always generous -- when he's not pouring at work.
"I haven't had a chance yet to be inside your head, though. But we can save that for later, if you want. Along with the chance for me to be inside your pants." He gives a sniff of laughter at his own poor joke. "If you want to relax for a few, by all means, who am I to tell you otherwise? We both know I'm too lazy for that. Are you hungry?"