stiffening dick. “I kiss you here,” he whispered, his lips soft against Robin’s neck, “and suddenly you are so fucking hard.” He rubbed Robin’s denim-covered shaft, then moved lower, his fingers brushing over the seam of his jeans, pressing it against his hole. Dean broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. “Can I take these off?” Robin grasped the hem of his sweater, but Dean stilled his hand. “No. Only your jeans.”
He swallowed. “Yes.” It was barely audible. Fuck, this was hot.
Dean unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, tugging them roughly over Robin’s hips, down to his knees, his ankles, and then off, dropping them to the floor. Then he paused to smile at the sight of Robin’s underwear. “Where did you get those?”
“They were a present from Ryan for my birthday.” And maybe not the most appropriate thing to wear, but Robin had figured they’d raise a laugh. The crotch was adorned with the Harry Potter scar, and the words Want to See My Wand?
“I do, by the way.”
Robin gazed at him, stupefied. “Huh?”
Dean grinned. “Want to see your wand.” And with one brisk motion, he pulled the briefs down and off. He gazed at Robin’s rising dick with shining eyes. “We never did get around to dessert, did we?” Then he leaned over and swallowed Robin’s cock to the root.
Robin arched off the couch, grabbed hold of Dean’s hair and held on tight. “Fuck.” Dean licked up the underside of his shaft, flicking his tongue over the head again and again until Robin was squirming, unable to keep still. When Dean stopped, Robin let out a loud howl, and he laughed.
“Patience. I’m merely warming you up,” Dean said with a grin.
“For what?” Robin demanded.
“This.” Dean got to his feet and Robin gaped at him. Dean sat at the opposite end of the couch, shifting his body until he was almost lying down. He beckoned to Robin with his finger. “Lie here.” He patted the cushion beneath him. “There’s plenty of room.”
Robin blinked. “Are you going to stay… like that?”
Dean chuckled. “Tonight is all about you.” His eyes gleamed. “Actually, it’s all about that gorgeous ass.” He took Robin’s hand and pulled him down onto the couch, lying with his back against Dean’s chest, his legs stretched out over the seat cushions. Dean’s arm supported Robin’s neck as he stroked Robin’s chest and belly, moving lower, lower, lower…
Robin shuddered as Dean’s fingertips grazed the head of his dick, then shivered as Dean caught hold of his leg and spread him again as he hooked Robin’s leg over his.
Robin turned his head to meet Dean’s kiss, loving the illicitness of being bare below the waist while Dean remained clothed. Dean stroked his belly, making the muscles in his stomach jump.
Dean stroked Robin’s lips with a single finger. “Suck it. I want it nice and wet.”
Robin opened for him, his heart hammering as he sucked. Dean removed his finger and Robin let out a low moan as Dean rested his hand on Robin’s taint, that now-slick finger brushing over Robin’s hole.
“Play with your cock,” Dean murmured. “While I play with your ass.” Then he kissed Robin as slow as you please while he sank his finger unhurriedly in Robin’s body.
Robin moaned into the kiss, unable to keep his hips still. Dean kept up the steady in-and-out motion, occasionally crooking his finger inside Robin, pausing only to wet his fingers before returning to his erotic task. Robin tugged on his cock, chasing the climax he knew was heading straight for him.
“You’re gonna make me come… if you keep this up…”
Dean smiled. “That’s the idea.” Another crook of his finger, and Robin groaned. “I’m not stopping until there isn’t a single drop of cum left in you.” He paused, withdrawing his finger. “Reach under the seat cushion.”
What the fuck? Robin did as instructed, stilling as his fingers encountered smooth plastic. He pulled the bottle free of the couch and stared at it. “Why is there lube hiding in your couch?”
“Think of it as a contingency plan,” Dean commented, holding out his hand. “Now give me some.”
Robin squeezed the viscous liquid onto Dean’s fingers, then dropped the bottle onto his jeans. He moaned as Dean penetrated him with a second finger.
“That’s it,” Dean said approvingly. “I love how tight you feel around my fingers.” He stroked them in and out of Robin’s body, and it wasn’t long before Robin was pushing down on them.
“Can you squeeze my fingers? Tighten your hole. Let me