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(Back to Station 6)
Samael had barely gotten his shorts past his knees before Robin curled around his shorter form, sliding one prosthetic neatly under his companion's stocky legs as his free hand glided down to grasp the inside of Samael's thigh. A coy smile flit across Samael's muzzle and he reached over to Robin's waist, only for Robin to squeeze firmly around his shoulders and pin his upper arms to his torso. "No way, Shorty. I want ya full attention,"
The words came out husky, matching the rough precision of Robin's fingers traversing the thick muscles of his inner leg toward their ultimate goal. They brushed past his dangling orbs to grip firmly into a sheath already bulging with excitement, drawing a shuddering groan from Samael's jaws as his toes curled. Content to give Robin the stage he sought, Samael moved a hand to instead finish shoving his pants down, but the ex-soldier again curtailed his attempt as he clamped his other leg atop Samael's to effectively trap him between his own muscular limbs. An entertained smirk met Samael's curious grin while Robin's thumb roved along the base of his sheath. "I see through that bottom-bitch act, gatito...ya used to pullin' the strings, even when you ain't on top."
Samael caught a glimmer of intensely violet eyes staring into his soul. His tongue darted out to dance across the front of his muzzle while his tail shook out a soft but excited melody. "Sometimes...but you still ain't met Andee," he purred. Part of him wondered why the fuck he'd made it sound like a challenge...and the rest of him only grew more eager as Robin's gleaming teeth accepted it.
Robin leaned down to growl against the top of Samael's head: "Can't wait for him to try and kick my ass, then." Samael's eyes fluttered shut and his fingers clutched into his palms at the rush of unfiltered erotic need. He heard a low chuckle from above before Robin grunted when his thumb pressed against one of Samael's intimate piercings still hidden within his trembling sheath. "Verga...you really did get fucked up by that tree, eh?"
Samael managed a breathy laugh as he cracked one eye open to peer up at Robin who was now curled halfway around him. "Naw, naw...ain't what ya think...take a peek, hon."
A pair of fetching brown eyes regarded him mildly before Robin tilted his head to glance down at Samael's crotch in time to watch the the first of the two embedded bands emerge with the twitching azure flesh. "No mames, ya fuckin' crazy redneck..." Samael only grinned again, savoring the tinge of grudging fascination wrapped around Robin's grumbling. He tried to shift his legs with his burgeoning pleasure, but Robin kept his own thighs mashed securely together while he moved his hand up to grasp into Samael's growing erection. "Carlos warned me about pendejos like you..." he muttered as his fist pumped once and encouraged the rest of Samael's steely shaft to sprout from its furry pouch.
Before Samael could make a passing inquiry about the name, Robin's jaws closed around his neck while the arm clutching his shoulders remained steadfast. Samael's toes flexed in time with his delighted gasp, his whole body tensing anxiously as he felt the single metal fang driving into his thick fur. It evolved smoothly to a light nip, which then gave way to Robin's tongue moving roughly across Samael's throat as his fingers adjusted their grip around his piercings.
Robin's fist drifted upward and squeezed lazily just beneath Samael's tip, then dropped back down swiftly to crash into his still-withdrawn knot. The collision of sensations drove Samael wild, his back arching and his thighs quaking. Robin's other arm was there to hold him securely in place, allowing him to do little more than drag his fingers across the stone floor. He felt a soft burst of air from Robin's nostrils against his damp neck a moment before his partner pulled his fist upward to successfully draw Samael's full length into the open.
"Hngh...fuck," Samael panted, forcing his eyelids apart long enough to spot Robin studying him thoughtfully. "Wuh-wut?"
"Ya been making your notes, I'm makin' mine," Robin rumbled as he pulled Samael's shoulder into his chest and then eased into a steady stroking with his fingers clamped neatly between the two piercings.
If Samael was hoping to deny the claims, the opportunity was lost as quickly as the question about Carlos. Robin's pads were rough like Samael's own...like York's, too. His grip was purposeful without being cruel, even if he whispered no platitudes nor offered any friendly grins. His muzzle pressed against the side of Samael's, grinding their maws together while he rhythmically worked his fist up and down. It was intimacy without passion, pleasure without emotion.
And it was apparently all Samael needed as a powerful shiver ran down his spine, urging several thin streams of ecstasy to trickle out and spill across Robin's fingers. Another entertained snort blasted across his neck as his companion uttered: "Already this close? Gatito, I ain't even tryin'..."
The cockiness mixed with the competence and plucked a whimper of need from Samael's clenched jaws. He squirmed when Robin's pace slowed, his paws knocking together as his muscles bulged and sought freedom to flail in his delight. Another heated gasp rushed free and his eyes flew open once more, glaring up at his companion while a shameless grin twirled into place on his features. "Nnnh...fu-fuck...y-ya gonna ask me to b-beg?" he hissed, attempting to buck his hips into the calm grip of the teasing fist only to be again denied by the vice-like clamp of Robin's legs.
Frustration and pleasure fought for command as Robin met his eyes evenly. "I ain't gonna need to ask, Shorty." A violent spasm ran through Samael's tail with a melodious jingle, his breath quickening amid the billowing pleasure building between his quivering legs. His head rolled back and Robin shifted his arm from holding his shoulders to instead curl around his neck, pulling him even harder into his large form.
Samael's chin buried into Robin's wrist as one of his own hands shot up to clutch into his forearm. And as he teetered precariously on the threshold of his climax, he was granted clarity through the misty veils of electric pleasure.
In his selfless performance during the railway heist, he'd kept his word to Andee. And in his recruitment of this oh-so-capable soldier, his disobedience with Nelson would soon be forgiven.
And now, gleaming here before him, he had another recruit, another target, another bounty for the cause. One who was strong, who was fearless, who had such a disregard for his own life that he could be the perfect martyr. Robin was an imperfect gem, but Samael had been taught to grind and warp and polish through his innate talents, through the honed instrument of his finely-tuned body. Enveloping Robin with his skillful ministrations would keep him true to his most sacred oath, forever sealed in the frozen whispers that haunted a blood-soaked tundra in a remote corner of Sampi.
But first, the business at hand.
The arm around Samael's neck flexed slightly in time with a powerful stroke downward, releasing the locks upon the trembling floodgates. Robin's legs couldn't hope to halt the frenetic bucking of Samael's hips as he furrowed his brow and mashed his muzzle against his companion's wrist as a delighted bellow thundered from his maw. The initial release coated Robin's fingers, and he swiftly repositioned his hand to squeeze firmly around Samael's bulbous knot. Samael's eyes clenched tighter and his cries became staccato yelps of pleasure while he thrust erratically upward to fire several more fusillades.
Robin only enveloped his smaller body further, his breath hot on Samael's cheek while his orgasm launched his bliss across both their torsos, a visual pair to the carnal joy that ran rampant through his shuddering form. And just as Samael's peak began to taper, his partner shifted his hand back upward to grasp his soaked malehood before proceeding to pump it mercilessly. Samael's eyes bulged, a choked howl of pleasure filling the room as his body twitched and flailed and squirmed wildly between Robin's strategic -- and secure -- grips.
Samael could only see fuzzy stars by the time Robin finally granted freedom to his overstimulated arousal. His fingers peeled carefully away from the quivering flesh while he emitted a bemused chuckle. "Knew ya shoulda let me do this in the shower...ya came like a fire hose, Shorty."
Samael gave a burbling laugh, struggling to clutch into sanity as his frazzled nerves sent aftershocks throughout his body. "H-hey...take some cuh-credit, hon..." He paused to pant a few times and catch his breath. "You ain't no rookie..."
Robin shrugged before glancing down at their entangled, soaked bodies and flashing a smirk. "Or ya just ain't gettin' it that good from ya boyfriend." He found a mostly dry spot on Samael's chest and unceremoniously wiped his hand off using the grey chupa's fur. "Or any of ya other fuck-friends, I guess."
The beefy arm around Samael's neck loosened as well, followed shortly by Robin separating his thighs to allow Samael's legs their autonomy. Samael opted to simply drop back against the floor with a wheeze while his chest heaved with his recovery. "Heh...feels like yer tryin' to get on Andee's bad side." He winked up to a face that only stared back mutely. "Ain't no one on Sirca fuck better than my li'l fella, though."
Robin eyed him for a moment longer, then returned to resting back against the wooden support beam. "Can't wait to meet him."
"Aw yeah...er. You'll, uh." Samael rubbed at his muzzle before wincing as he spread some of the mess to his jaws. "You'll get to meet his...people, soon. Gotta whole lot to show you, still, an' some of it is stuff we gotta be careful 'bout lettin' folks see 'til we know they're in fer the long haul."
"Like I give a shit about secrets, cabron," Robin replied, though Samael detected a hint of curiosity. It was enough for him to hold onto. (Back to Station 6)Red vs Blue © Rooster Teeth. Halo © 343 Industries. Concept by Myshu, assisted by The Department of Chupapology. |