Chapter Twenty-Three
Robin
Two lengths of silver Faerie-weave. One, soft as merino with the same flowing drape, wrapped around Zyr’s eyes, a single loop about each horn to keep it in place, knotted in the back.
The other in a wrist to back modified spreader bar tie, more grit than the first, cording instead of fabric, hiding the Hollow charm.
Hot as anything. All of it. The way Zyr answered, said “Yes, Raven Robin”, added more because he was Zyr, and Robin hadn’t given him a limit.
There was always more to Zyr. More to see, more to be told, more to touch and learn and piece together.
“That’s right, Dhanra, like this,” Robin said, as he moved them the way he promised, the beithir’s true name as satisfying to say as Raven-Robin was to hear. “You’re going to lean in now, Dhanra.”
Shivering skin and royal blue scales, heated under his touch. And Zyr was an absolute damn sight, on his knees, sitting back on his heels, slacks open and loose around chiseled hips. They did absolutely nothing to hide how hard he was.
Once they were both comfortably situated, Robin settled his ass on Zyr’s substantial thighs.
Zyr’s forehead pressed to his shoulder, one of Robin’s arms around him, hand curled around the base of his horn.
The other scraped a line down the man’s chest, over scales and skin, collarbone to nipple to navel.
A rumbling purr vibrated through Zyr’s chest, even as he gasped and shook with the effort of not pressing against Robin’s touch. He nuzzled further against Robin’s shoulder, all sounds and tremors and need. It hit every button Robin had, and some that he hadn’t realized were there before.
“This is better, I know.” Robin kept his voice low, lips near Zyr’s ear.
Kept it intimate. Zyr liked the dark. “I’ve got you, beithir.
Here in the dark with me, all tied up and giving me those gorgeous fucking sounds.
” Down and down and fingers, light, over his waistband, teasingly gentle exploration toward the hard line of his cock. “Tell me what you need, Dhanra.”
“This,” Zyr answered, a hiss at the end. “I need this. You. To know I’m yours. I—” he broke off, as the play of Robin’s touch sent a fresh shudder through him, a wanting moan, unchecked, against his shoulder. “Winter. Cruel, cruel bird. I need to come, Raven-Robin. I need you to make me come.”
Fabric parted under Robin’s fingers like it had the afternoon before, when they were half-out of their minds with the lidérc’s magic. He was himself this time, not lost to gut-deep impulse and selfish grabbing.
This, straddling Zyr, was fun. Was control and the thrill that came with Zyr’s trust. His submission.
“It does seem like you need to finish, Dhanra.” Robin smiled, pressing a kiss to Zyr’s ear.
He tightened the grip on his horn, tugged at him as if he weren’t already pressed as close as possible.
“The way you’re tucked against me and shaking, making sure I know how much you like where you are.
And this,” said with a soft stroke of fingertips up the underside of Zyr’s now-bare cock, only to rest, idle, at the tip.
“You need a question mark too, beithir.”
Dragons, it turned out, could whimper. Not simpering sweetness or bell-like keens, but the sound that tore itself from Zyr’s throat, that shaking, desperate, wordless plea with the trail of Robin’s fingers, certainly fit the definition.
Zyr whimpered, beautiful, jerked against the bindings at his wrist, ties that would have snapped if not for the Hollow charm.
Robin’s Dhanra, willingly helpless, trembling in the sacred dark.
Robin pressed a kiss just under his ear, and nipped the lobe. “You’re already mine. My gorgeous, wild storm. You don’t need to ask for that. Ask me to make you come, Dhanra.”
“Please.” At first, that was all Zyr managed, ragged breathing stealing his words.
“I’m in your hands, Raven-Robin. In your dark.
” Zyr whimpered again, or maybe he’d never really stopped, like a roll of thunder that just kept going.
His voice, though, was quiet, and quieter still when he continued.
Stripped down to bare honesty and need. “I need to come by your hand. Need to know you’ll care for me when you take me here.
Mercy, cruel bird. Please make me come?”
“I like how you ask. The way you tell me why.” Robin’s turn to nuzzle, gentle, as he wrapped his fingers properly around Zyr’s cock.
Kissed his cheek, low words said close with a squeeze and slow stroke of his hand.
“It’s not mercy. I’m not merciful. I want to, and you asked, and I like giving you what you need.
To care for you. And because I like how you sound. ”
Another whimper, shaking and hoarse. Perfect, that’s what it was.
Robin wanted to keep hearing it. Kept his touch measured, steady, with squeezing fingers and flexing wrist, there, circling sensitive, slick tip, and down again as Zyr gasped for breath.
“You’re so good. So beautiful. I want to take you further, beithir, get you off like this.
” This, that paced pressure, hungry touch, not urgent or focused where it might push him over faster.
A touch of Robin’s teeth to Zyr’s cheek, and ear, because he fucking wanted to, words gone rough at the edges.
“Not as a punishment. Never a punishment. I need you to tell me if you’re willing. ”
And, remembering Zyr’s feelings towards being incorrect, “There’s no wrong answer, just answers. You’ll come by my hand either way, Dhanra. I promise.”
Zyr shuddered, his muscles flexing as he strained. Stayed bound as Robin held him in the dark and offered to take him further down with slow, patient strokes and the drag of teeth.
“As far as you desire, Raven-Robin. Only—” Zyr broke off with a moan and another pull at his bindings, tail tightening around Robin’s calf.
“Allow my tail around your waist? Stillness is…” a low, drawn out hiss, as he pressed harder into Robin’s shoulder.
Robin tightened his hold, kept him close. “...increasingly difficult.”
Robin was no more a monster than Zyr was, and only a monster would say no to that.
“You’re allowed,” Robin agreed, words punctuated with a bite to the crook of his neck.
“Only to hold on with. You’re doing amazing, Dhanra.
” Amazing, willing to let Robin drag him down and down and down with slow strokes and careful sweeps of his thumb, unhurried and deliberate. “Letting me keep you with me.”
Zyr growled against Robin’s heated skin, shuddering with the effort to be still, to not take more than what Robin gave him. Because he was amazing.
“With you,” he managed, voice just to the side of breaking. “Only you.”
“Only us,” Robin amended, holding on to himself as tightly as he could in the midst of Zyr’s unraveling.
It was one of his favorite feelings. Maintaining control while his partner fell into surrender. Even better with Zyr, pure power and strength, trembling as Robin kissed and nipped and sucked where he could.
Perfect. Those unsteady breaths and ragged pants. That expansive, slightly archaic vocabulary reduced to cursing and cruel bird and Robin’s name. Cock twitching as Robin pushed him further, unhurried, with only the occasional pulse of his fingers or sweep of his thumb to break things up.
“My Dhanra, look how beautifully you’re doing. I thought about you like this, bound for me, shaking, hard in my hand. You’re so much better than I imagined.” Unsteady words, couldn’t help it, as tremors hit Zyr in earnest and he jerked fruitlessly against the ropes.
Time faded, soft around them, and Zyr remaining words dissolved into groans and growls. Pleading whimpers and broken moans. And Robin kept his fingers curled, slick with Zyr’s need, and murmured, “I know, Dhanra, it’s a lot. I know. You’re amazing. That’s it, there you are, let me hear you.”
Cries became cries, the Faerie-weave around Zyr’s eyes going wet, the sounds drawn from him all shattered gasps and low, wrecked keening. Robin nuzzled in closer, teeth scraping a neck gone pink and darker blue, tongue flicking over scales with Zyr’s wordless desire bright in the air.
“Look how hard you are for me, Dhanra. I think you might be close.” Robin, being the greedy, eager man he was, wanted to hear Zyr finish, feel him gradually pulled over that peak. Tugged at his horn for the joy of the pressure. “You sound it.”
Wrecked. Loud. Like Robin’s.
Now, Robin adjusted his grip. No faster, but more demanding, focusing his attention on the upstroke, stayed there for a count of nine, thumb adding gentle stroking pressure just below the head of Zyr’s cock until he sobbed. And again, and again, and again.
“You’re almost there. My gorgeous, wild storm. Right here with me, only me. I know you can. Let go, Dhanra.” Teeth to skin and scales, and another keen, rushing through him like a thunderclap. “Into the dark, beithir. Come for me. You’re so close.”
At the edge, kept there. Finally allowed to fall. Zyr shook apart as he came, wordless and sobbing relief into Robin’s shoulder. Robin murmured praise, spoke his true name, Dhanra, as Zyr took his time to get to finished the way Robin had taken his time to pull him there.
Soft words spoken as his lips brushed over Zyr’s jaw, feeling the wetness of tears. Whispers of, “You did so well, you’re doing so well, that’s right, beithir, there we are, there you go, you’re perfect.” Hand still moving, stroking until it would’ve been cruel and needless to continue.
If Robin tasted like grapefruit, Zyr was sea spray, as familiar as hurricanes on Robin’s tongue, fingers licked clean.
The dragon sagged against Robin, the kind of lax that only came from keeping yourself upright while being dragged through the wringer. That low, rumbling purr started back up as the seconds turned to minutes, while the beithir shivered in his arms.
“I am yours, Raven-Robin,” Zyr murmured, sounding satisfyingly drowsy. “Entirely yours.”
“You are,” Robin agreed, pressing a kiss to Zyr’s temple, against the already drying Faerie-weave. “You’re mine, Dhanra. And I’m here with you, which is where I want to be.”
Zyr made a soft, wordless noise, coupling it with what was almost a nod.
“I’m going to untie your arms and get us more comfortable. I’m staying near you. It’ll help us be closer. Alright?”
Another half nod, and a hoarse, “Closer. Yes, Raven-Robin.”
Faerie undid the ties around Zyr’s wrists for him, after a murmured ask from Robin. Robin eased them both back, fingers relaxing on Zyr’s horn with a low, “Follow me, we’re going to have something to lean against. On to your side, head on my chest. Tail around my leg. Going to take care of you.”
Faerie manifested pillows, too, just firm enough for support and wickedly soft. Perfect for Robin to drag Zyr in and down, his own muscles protesting the sudden movement after too long perched and mostly still. He ignored them in favor of touch, of presence, so Zyr knew he wasn’t alone in the dark.
Zyr curled against him, tail at his leg and head turned so that his horn didn’t bite into Robin’s chest.
“You have taken care of me,” he said, in drowsy, drifting response. “Quite thoroughly. Even I would think it churlish to expect more.”
Robin scoffed, shaking his head at the thought of letting Zyr escape with just some cuddling. Some subs didn’t like contact after, sure, or talking, but Zyr clung. Always. He had made it clear what he found comfort in.
“Aftercare is my second favorite part of sex. It’s going to happen, dragon.
” Robin pressed a kiss to Zyr’s hair. “We’re going to count when you’re ready, and bring you back from the dark.
I’m going to take a look at your wrists to make sure they’re alright, then we’re going to have something warm to drink. Make sure we’re both feeling grounded.
“I brought you some books, too. I think I can get us through the first chapter while we drink, if you’re feeling up to it. They were my favorite growing up.”
“That sounds exceptionally comfortable.” Zyr fell silent for a moment, the only sound his soft rumbling purr. “Is there some pleasure in this for you that I’m missing? The benefits seem rather one sided.”
Robin kept petting with one hand, and pulled Zyr’s up with the other.
Pale skin and blue scales, palm flat to Robin’s stomach, and only a smudge of color where the bindings had been.
He could have done more, cupped Zyr’s big hand over his desperately hard cock, where it pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. Zyr wouldn’t mind getting Robin off.
Just—
“I told you, I like control. Bondage.” Robin traced his fingers over the additional coloring on Zyr’s wrist. “There’s a rush in it, yeah.
Satisfaction. I like figuring things out, seeing what makes people tick.
It's hot, being under someone's skin. Especially when you care about or like them.
Sometimes it means I get off. Sometimes, it means I don't, and I enjoy it just as much.”
Fingers slid over knuckles, echoing the petting curls of Zyr’s tail along his calf. Zyr liked touch. Robin did too.
“And this is the latter?”
“This was, hands down, the best sex I've had.” Robin pressed a rough kiss to Zyr’s hair.
“You were amazing. Unbelievably sexy. Any orgasm I have right now wouldn’t be half as satisfying as it felt to have you shake apart in my arms the way you did, doing what I needed you to, sobbing against my neck. ”
“The sentiment is mutual, if in reverse. That was unlike anything I’ve previously experienced.” He nuzzled against Robin’s chest, as though Robin weren’t made up of angles and edges. “As is this. Especially this.”
Unlike anything. That sounded about right. Robin kissed Zyr’s hair again and decided not to question it.