OTA: Robin in da club!

[goodfellow]

As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

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[goodfellow]

"Sure, that could be arranged," Robin said, and leaned in close to Felix's ear. "Please tell me you'll be wracked with anticipation."

[harrowgate]

That wasn't the only emotion Felix might be feeling in the intervening days, but he closed his eyes briefly and smiled. "I'll be hard-pressed to think of anything else," he purred in reply, choosing his words exactly.

[goodfellow]

"Can I kiss you or are you worried about who might be watching?" Robin asked softly in response to that.

[harrowgate]

Had it been anyone else, Felix might have liked to torment him about such a sweet little request... but the wizard knew that Robin was as likely to walk away as he was to play Felix's games. And he did like to be kissed. With a few in-tempo steps, he dragged them deeper into the shadows, and murmured with a satisfied smile, "You may."

[goodfellow]

Felix barely got the last syllable out before Robin's mouth was on his. It was not a sweet or little kiss.

[harrowgate]

"Mmm," Felix sighed, sliding one hand into Robin's thick curly hair and holding him there, twining his tongue with the puck's, tasting the champagne and dark promise of his mouth. Robin's kisses were delicious and complicated, and Felix surrendered himself to being lost in it for a time.

[goodfellow]

Robin kept the kiss going for quite a long time, and when it finally broke he said against Felix's lips, "The next time we fuck it's going to be so memorable you wank to it for months."

[harrowgate]

Felix tightened his hand in Robin's hair, a low groan rumbling in his chest even though he bit the sound back. "You're filthy," he accused, though it was soft and low and edged with want.

[goodfellow]

Robin pressed his body a little closer to Felix, making it clear that he had the stirrings of an erection. And then he leaned in close and said softly into his ear a very, very filthy thing that he'd like to do to him in the filthiest language he could muster.

[harrowgate]

Felix's body warmed up to the sensation of Robin against him, the heat swelling his groin. He was playing with fire and he knew it, but with Robin's tongue in his ear and a feast of dirty desires racing through his blood, he couldn't pull away. "Promise?" Felix growled in reply.

[goodfellow]

"Promise," Robin rumbled against his ear, and then licked his throat.

[harrowgate]

Felix's eyes fluttered shut for a breath. The urge to pin Robin against the nearest wall and shove a hand down his trousers was nearly overwhelming, but Felix's self-control was iron-clad when he chose to employ it. "Solstice," he reminded the puck, and released his hand from his hair.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes were burning dark with desire when he looked at Felix after he was released. He took a step back from him. "Yes," he said. "Meet me here."

[harrowgate]

"Wear something expensive," Felix suggested, his eyes flashing as he held Robin's gaze. While tossing him up against the wall would be delicious, this slow burning want was something he could savor for days.