"Ooh, don't rush it though. I like the show. It's nice," the titan purred,
taking another swig, as he grinned against the bottle. "Pity I don't have
any music to put on."
"Thank you," the titan whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck and tying off
"What do you want first, precious? Do you want pleasure, or do you want
"Greedy, greedy," the titan tutted. "But I'm a giver, pet."
His hand came to rest on the back of Robin's neck, and he used his hold to
bend him over the kitchen table. His hand smoothed over the puck's backside
before drawing back and offering a rough smack. "Oh, I do like you like
this, ever so slightly humbled. What a rare treat."
"Of course I do. Be patient, puck, or I'll use something much nastier than
my palm. ...Unless that's what you're hoping for, dove," he grinned,
reaching up and tangling his fingers in the puck's hair as he smacked him
"Chopped, sanded, and constructed," the titan replied, smacking the puck
once more before letting go and returning with a wooden spoon.
"Now, let's see that backside, Robin- Since you were so eager to show it
off," he grinned, tugging the puck's trousers down.
"Cheeky," Prometheus tutted, giving him a light smack before bending low
and pressing a kiss to the recently reddened skin.
"I love you, the cheek is just part of the package," the titan laughed,
kissing Rob's arse again before scraping his teeth over the soft flesh.
Prometheus didn't answer, instead he kissed his way up to the small of the
other man's back, tasting skin before standing up straighter and smacking
him with the spoon, once again.
"Let's get you warmed up, pet. How many can you take? Ten, fifteen, more?"