Robin

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"Offices are being renovated," Robin said as he pulled him into a hallway. "This is the best I can do."

Michael didn't know whether that was true or not, and cared very little. If Robin wanted to do this in the hallway, he had no objection. Instead of saying so with words, he pushed Robin up against the wall and kissed him hard.

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[goodfellow]

Robin groaned into the kiss and hooked one of his legs around one of Michael's, the toga hiking up a little in the process.

[trustearned]

Michael loosened his tie with one hand, then slipped said hand underneath Robin's toga to pull his thong down, all the while still pressing into the kiss, his other arm braced on the wall.

[goodfellow]

"I hope you came prepared because I don't have any pockets in this thing," Robin said breathlessly when the kiss broke.

[trustearned]

"Do I strike you as the unprepared type?" Michael asked, rhetorically, and pulled his wallet from a pocket, fishing a condom and a small pack of lube out of it. If it was anything else Robin was after, this was the perfect time to speak up.

[goodfellow]

"Yeah, you're a fucking boyscout," Robin said. His eyes flashed with dark desire. "Now fuck me and make it good."

[trustearned]

"Turn around," Michael told him as he opened his trousers to slide the condom on.

[goodfellow]

Robin offered him a playful smirk before turning and pressing himself against the wall, sliding one arm up with his palm against it to brace himself.

[trustearned]

Once the condom was on, Michael opened the square foil of lube and spread some out onto his fingers, before sliding it under the toga and finding Robin's hole, pushing two fingers inside. It was prep, but he knew Robin's body well enough for now not to make it any longer than it needed to be.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned and felt his nails dig into the wall a little. "Good, good, I'm good," he ground out impatiently.

[trustearned]

"Yes, you are," Michael confirmed evenly, and pulled his fingers out to replace them with his cock. He pushed in all the way, not hard or fast but steady and even, until he was buried to the hilt. Then, right when Robin opened his mouth to say something, he pulled back and snapped back in, with a lot more force. This wasn't meant to be drawn out; it was meant to be hard and quick, and it was exactly what he was going to give the puck.

[goodfellow]

It was exactly what Robin had in mind. And for once, he didn't try to talk during - he just closed his eyes and grunted in response to Michael's thrusts.

[trustearned]

Michael appreciated that, Robin's grunts over the muted thumps of the music next door, the slaps of flesh on flesh, and no need for talking. When he started to feel it build up inside him, he wrapped his hand around Robin's cock and jacked him in time with his thrusts, wanting him to come first.

[goodfellow]

It was perfect, exactly what he'd wanted, and he pushed back against him and moaned... until finally, he came with a sharp cry that was nearly drowned out by the thump of music.

[trustearned]

After Robin came, Michael let go of him and pumped even harder into him, rushing towards orgasm until he came silently, hips stuttering against the puck's arse.

[goodfellow]

When Robin felt Michael finish, he sagged a little, leaning his forehead against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths.

[trustearned]

Michael pulled out and tied off the condom. "Bin?" He was hoping there was one nearby.

[goodfellow]

"End of the hallway," Robin said as he yanked the g-string back up and straightened his toga.

[trustearned]

Michael found the bin where advertised and tossed the condom in, then grabbed a tissue with his clean hand, to wipe the other free of Robin's come. That followed the condom into the bin, and he was tucking himself back in as he walked back to Robin.