"I'm ready," his voice was rough and strained, unfamilarly so but all the same enticing.
"Relax…" his lover cooed, curling a finger inside his tight entrance. Robin complied gradually, eventually he was reduced to a puddle of goo, ramming himself back onto the slender finger inside him.
Time passed.
"Please," he whimpered. His lover'd never looked so beautiful, his skin glowing in the moonlight. They escaped to the roof—away from prying eyes and sleeping friends, eager to fulfill their desires. Gentle hands ran up the backs of his thighs, hooking his legs around a slim waist. Robin wrapped his pale arms around his neck, inhaling the trace of ocean air that always clung to his body. He cried out as he was rammed into roughly, exactly how he craved.
His lover growled in response, shuddering as Robin traced his lips with his tongue, tasting him like a connesieur of the finest wines, reveling in his aftertaste before delving back for felt the tightening in his abdomen and could tell from the tight shudders of his partner that they were both close… Warm lips captured his own, a soft "I love you" was murmured into them, before the floor dropped from under them. Robin came apart rapidly, his lover swiftly following and they were suspended for a second between time and space, in the 5th dimension. Euphoria.
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Robin woke with a start. "Oh God," He whispered to himself, peeking under the covers at the mess he'd made. "not again…" The dreams were getting worse, much worse. Over the past months, Beast Boy was growing up. Big time. Unbeknownst to him, the new muscles that rippled under that emerald skin and finally un-childlike height did a lot more than make fighting bad guys easier—they made Robin harder too. In the past month, not a night had gone by where Robin hadn't awoken, sticky and unsatisfied, thoroughly upset that his fantasy of being thrust into up on the roof was still only that. A fantasy.
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"Robin!" the name left Beast Boy's mouth as he showered, his hand moving blindingly faster as the water sprayed over his naked body. The image behind his eyelids was so intense, but dissolved as he came in thick spurts, imagining soft pale thighs parting for him. Suddenly weak after his orgasm, he slumped to the shower floor. Droplets pelted his form as he bit his lips against stinging tears. "Why does it have to be him?" he only crawled to his feet when the water began to run cold, not even looking in the mirror—afraid to look into his own red-rimmed eyes.
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"Beast Boy! You better get yo' ass down here or I'm eating yo' fruit salad!" Cyborg called from the kitchen. Soon after, a dishevled looking green teengaer meandered in. Beastboy quickly took in his surroudings and now was no different. In less than a second he noticed:
(1)Starfire laughing through a chewed up mouthful of scrambled eggs—the sunlight glinted through the window, setting the scarlet tones of her hair on fire
(2)Raven sipping quietly at her tea, glancing up at him and smiling lightly though she thought he couldn't see through the thick curtain of her violet hair. She scribbled something down in a leather-bound notebook and remained silent
(3)Cyborg peered into the oven, trying to figure out what had dropped inside and started burning—the gray smoke pouring from the oven door stung his human eye and he kept on reaching up to rub it.
(4) Robin sat on the counter, a piece of toast in his hand. His pale skin looked even more transparent than usual, no doubt dark bags were hidden under his mask. He looked at Beastboy a few times, murmuring to himself.
Beast Boy opened the fridge, pulled out a carton of almond milk and a container of fruit salad. A fork was dug out of the dishwasher and he pulled a seat up next to Star. He ate hastily, after this he'd head to training—that was what he needed. It'd keep his mind off of Robin…
Fuck.
Not today, it was his simulation-sequence rotation this week so he'd be with Robin, weight room, intense cardio, some martial-arts inspired sparring and yoga to cool down. Beast Boy tried in vain not to picture Robin shirtless, sweat dripping down his skin, pooing at the small of his back, his black hair curling from the humidity of the air.
"Shit." He muttered to himself, stuffing the last of the fruit salad into his mouth, washing it down with a swig of almond milk that he tossed into the recyling. Heading back towards his room, he changed into his workout clothes before slipping out the front door, settling inot a rhythm as his feet repeatedly hit the pavement. If he was really going to have to spend the day with Robin, he'd need some composure.