Saturnalia GP!

[goodfellow]

It was a good night at Saturnalia.

There was some b-list American rapper-slash-DJ who had shown up earlier in the day, and Robin was happy to throw someone on stage. It had gone over well right away, so he'd let him stay on. And now it was well into the evening and things were, as Robin understood the current vernacular to be, turnt.

In fact, at some point he'd thrown open all the windows so that the music blasted onto the street, and instructed the bouncers to let in whoever wanted in. He'd also instructed the bartenders to serve all the beer half price. The resulting crowd and frenzy was really something else.

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[goodfellow]

"Hmmm," Robin said thoughtfully at that offer. "I don't know, I think maybe I'd rather drink more cheap beer."

[pecked_by_birds]

"You wound me," the titan quipped dryly, a faint smile on his lips. "Alright, we'll go back in- But let's pinch something bubbly and go back to your office, hmm?"

[goodfellow]

"All right," Robin said, not sounding as if he minded much at all. "I'll even let you pick out the bubbly."

[pecked_by_birds]

"So generous," Prometheus replied, shaking his head and leaning in to kiss the puck lightly. "Go on then, it's your kingdom. You lead, I'll follow."

[goodfellow]

Robin grabbed his hand and led him back into the club. The music was still pounding, kind of shout-y, and people seemed to be loving it. He brought Prometheus behind the bar and opened one of the refrigerators, showing racks of champagne. "All yours," he said. "I assumed you didn't mean bubbly beer."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Beer doesn't agree with this new tongue," the titan confirmed, ducking low and selecting a bottle. "This will do nicely though."

[goodfellow]

"Well I like your new tongue, so let's keep it happy," Robin said, letting Prometheus keep the bottle as he took his hand and led him through the crowd again, going to a locked door and up a flight of stairs towards his office.

[pecked_by_birds]

"As you like, Robin," Prometheus said, a hint of affection in his voice and a smile on his lips.

[goodfellow]

Robin sometimes wondered whether things had changed between them somehow. This affection. Maybe Anael was right. Maybe... well, it didn't matter what they called it.

But then he would remember when Prometheus had returned the time before. How he'd been so cold. And he'd remember that this Prometheus was here on borrowed time.

He opened the door to his office and led them inside. Then he perched on the edge of his desk and said, "Watch out," before popping the cork on the bottle.

[pecked_by_birds]

Sinking into the first seat he found, Prometheus unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves as he settled in.

"I trust your aim."

[goodfellow]

The cork flew across the room and hit the wall, but the champagne only dribbled out. Robin smiled, and poured two glasses, then handed one to Prometheus.

"Tell me how you like it."

[pecked_by_birds]

Reaching, Prometheus accepted the flute and took a sip. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"It's lovely," he smiled. "Thank you."

[goodfellow]

Robin drank, and then put down the glass. Then he climbed onto Prometheus' lap, straddling his hips.

"It is quieter in here," he conceded.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh? For how long, hmm?" he asked, playfully lifting his hips just once. "I can't believe you like all that noise out there. ...Well, I suppose I can believe it, it's very you, hmm?"

[goodfellow]

"Noise? Yes, I suppose it is." Robin grinned down at him. "Want to make me make some?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"I just got my drink!" the titan laughed, slipping his free arm around Robin.

[goodfellow]

"I didn't say you had to put down your drink," Robin said, and leaned in to nuzzle his neck. He rolled his hips.

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan laughed, a warm and rich sound. "I do admire how eager you can be, Robin. There's no rush though, I've no plans tonight but you."

[goodfellow]

"Yes, you do know precisely how eager I can be, and you like me anyway," Robin purred. "And of course, what better plans could you possibly have? There's nothing better to do than me."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Mmm," the titan hummed, sipping his drink and rubbing Rob's back with his free hand.

"I like you for far more reasons than just that."

[goodfellow]

"Oh do tell," Robin purred, glad that he'd already lost his shirt since he enjoyed the touch to his bare skin.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Oh, I better not. You don't really like it when I get sentimental," the titan replied, and though he was smiling, there was a sadness there.

[goodfellow]

Robin winced, almost imperceptively. He thought of his fight with Anael, when he insisted he didn't love, didn't want to hear about it.

"I'm more forgiving of it from you than anyone else," he confessed, and kissed his forehead.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Such a generous puck," the titan smiled, letting the tips of his fingers dance up Robin's spine as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

[goodfellow]

"You're going to leave again," Robin said quietly after a moment.