A month passed. Steve found himself staring at the calendar on their fridge in surprise when he saw what day it was. Robin had marked it with several stars and, in big, bold letters, proclaimed, 'Steve gets laid tonight!'

He snorted and opened the fridge to grab the milk, calling, "What happens if he's not there?"

"Then someone else will take his place," she told him simply. He eyed the clothes she dumped on the table dubiously. "Don't look like that! He said to wear something nice so..." She spread her hands, indicating the pile. "Pick one."

"Not the pink one." Robin threw the top over her shoulder, making Steve sigh, but he let it go. "Or that sparkly thing."

"How about I go find your most boring polo."

"Yes, please."

Robin groaned and stomped off. Steve thought he'd gotten away with it until she came back, still glaring and shoved a new shirt in his hands. "No complaints."

It was black and tiny. Steve opened his mouth to object, but Robin's steely gaze stopped it. "At least it's not pink," he muttered, wondering if it would get around his chest.

"Don't forget the shorts."

Steve blushed, remembering the last time he'd worn them. He'd definitely got some action that night. "Probably don't fit in them anymore. Too many cookies."

"More ass to grab."

He chose not to answer that. "Should I shave?"

"Does he like hair?"

"I don't know."

"Then don't shave. If I were into guys, I'd want a guy, y'know? The more hair, the better."

"People have preferences! Tommy didn't-" Steve stopped abruptly as surprise flickered across Robin's face. They hadn't spoken about him in months. Clearing his throat, Steve forced himself to finish, "-he always asked me to shave. He said my chest hair irritated his skin."

"Fuck Tommy," She told him firmly. "Don't set a precedence with this guy. You haven't shaved in months, Steve. Don't start now, and this guy won't expect you to. If he has a problem, fuck him too."

"You say that like it's more than a hookup."

"If he likes chest hair, it might be." She ducked when Steve threw the stupid top at her and ran off cackling.

Steve tried not to think about that evening. He tried instead to focus on finishing the baking packets for Monday morning. The kids had settled in well, and he'd promised they could make cookies as a treat. If he was hungover tomorrow, he wouldn't want to be measuring out flour and sugar.

He had just finished boxing them up when Robin dragged him away. "We need to get ready."

"We?"

"Yes. Maybe I want to get laid too!"

Steve broke free long enough to grab a pen and add '+ Robin!' to the calendar.

When they got to the club later that night, Steve felt incredibly self-conscious. It had taken a lot of convincing to leave the house, and only then because he could wear his jacket over the crop top. He hadn't worn so little clothes in years.

Robin led the way with a firm arm, keeping him moving forward. "You look great! Very pretty. Just what he asked for."

"I feel ridiculous. I'm not twenty years old anymore."

"Stop being so self-conscious." They stopped at the entrance, and Robin had to wrestle Steve out of his jacket. He folded his arms across his exposed midriff, feeling ridiculously naked. Robin just smirked, shoving him towards the bar. "Go find your man. I'll get this sorted."

"Thanks," he threw back sarcastically, leaving her to check in their jackets.

Halfway to the bar, he became aware people were staring. He caught one man's eye and felt rather smug when he swallowed noticeably, eyes flickering away. He still had it then. Feeling more confident, Steve was almost at the bar when he recognized his date's curly hair from the back. It wasn't crowded, so when Steve reached the man, he slid into the seat next to him with decidedly more grace this time.

Ignoring him in favor of ordering a drink, Steve waited until the bartender had stepped away to smile at him. "Hey, fancy seeing you here."

The man smiled back, lips curving up in a slow smirk that quickened Steve's heart. God, he was gorgeous, brown eyes dark with eyeliner, the leather jacket a mainstay.

The bartender was back, and when Steve tried to pay, the man smoothly grabbed his wrist, holding out his card instead. "Let me?"

"Sure." Steve smiled and sipped his drink. "Thank you."

The man eyed Steve with obvious appreciation. He made a mental note to thank Robin later for suggesting the crop top. "Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd see you again. Lucky me, huh?"

"Do you think you're getting lucky?"

"Can I buy you another drink?"

Steve considered it, biting his bottom lip playfully as his potential partner watched. "That depends."

"On?"

"What's your name?"

"Call me Kas." Kas held out his hand so Steve shook it, eyes widening when he was pulled in close. So close they were chest to chest, and it left Steve perched on the edge of his stool, relying on the hand in his not to fall. Kas smirked and looked down at his lips, leaning in ever so slightly to whisper. "What about you, Princess?"

Shivering at the nickname, Steve agreed without a thought, "Princess is good."

It earned him a laugh, rich and deep, that made Steve's cheeks burn. "Okay, Princess, let me buy you another drink?"

Steve answered by kissing him.

It didn't take long for them to abandon the bar and stumble into the bathroom. Steve's back hit the cubicle wall with a loud rattle, neither caring about the noise as he yanked Kas in for a bruising kiss. He practically melted when Kas sucked on his bottom lip, drawing a whine out of him.

Kas chuckled, releasing him to murmur, "Been a while, sweetheart?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Steve told him breathlessly, pulling him back in. He tasted like coke and cigarettes, an addictive mix that Steve wanted more of. When he felt a piercing drag along the roof of his mouth, Steve gasped. Hands grabbed his waist, spinning and pressing him against the wall in a bruising grip. "What?"

"Quiet."

A voice so smooth and commanding it had Steve's half-formed protest dying on his tongue.

"See? You do know how to behave," Kas said approvingly, kissing behind Steve's ear. His brain started going foggy at the touch. "Are you gonna be good?"

"Yes."

"Anything you don't want me to do?"

"Don't be mean, uh- verbally." Steve let his head fall back against Kas' shoulder, eyes slipping closed when he rested a hand on his throat. "I like pain."

He grinned when Kas cursed quietly, taking the opportunity to grind back against him. Even through the layers of denim, he could feel how hard Kas was, making him groan.

"You can pull my hair, choke me, spank me, whatever. Just get on with it."

"Needy little thing, aren't you?" Kas shut him up by squeezing his throat, just enough for a warning, but it left Steve light-headed and wanting more. "Can I mark you?"

"Not ah-!" Steve yelped when Kas bit his shoulder playfully through his shirt. "-not anywhere noticeable."

"Mhmm, take this off."

Steve struggled out of the crop top, shivering slightly. Kas kissed his shoulder, teeth sinking into flesh, and the shock of pain blossoming into warmth chased away the cold. Kas continued, littering his back with marks that left Steve shaking, cock hard and aching to be touched.

"Please," he whispered, hips arching away in search of friction. "Please, touch me already."

"Since you asked so nicely." Kas pulled down Steve's zipper at a torturously slow pace, shushing him when he whined. "Only good boys get what they want. You want to be a good boy, right?"

"So good," Steve breathed.

The hand around him was shockingly warm, even the rings. Steve was surprised but glad. Kas' grip was firm, stroking up and down the length of his cock as his kisses turned soft. Steve grabbed at his wrist, grounding himself when the room turned fuzzy. Nothing else mattered but Kas and the pleasure burning under his skin, breath quickening, and cock throbbing.

"Shit, Princess, you look so pretty like this," Kas whispered into his shoulder, grinding against him. Steve could feel his erection pressing into his lower back. "Can I-?"

"Yes." He chuckled, pulling away, and Steve missed his warmth immediately. When a hand hit his ass a moment later with a loud smack, Steve jumped, bracing his hands against the wall as his knees gave out. "Fuck!"

Kas did it again, hitting the same spot with an appreciative hum. Steve could barely think through the stinging pain. Head bowed, cheeks tear-stained, he watched a bead of precum roll down his shaft, sobbing when Kas hit him again, rubbing the throbbing skin afterwards.

"I wish you could see how pretty you look like this. But you'll feel it whenever you sit down for days now. What are you going to think about?" Steve's eyes rolled shut as his head was yanked back again, body forced backwards against Kas', his cock a hard, burning line against Steve's tender skin. "Answer the question, Princess."

"Y-you."

"And what do you say?"

"Thank you."

Kas smiled against the curve of his neck. "Yeah? You gonna let me cum on your pretty skin?"

"Please." Steve arched his back, pushing his ass out more, pleased when Kas groaned. "Want you to fuck me."

"I wish I could, baby. This isn't the place, though." Kas sighed regretfully. He slapped Steve again, chuckling when he yelped. "Push your thighs together, nice and tight."

Steve did, groaning when Kas pushed his cock into the tight crevice. Fingers forced his mouth open, and Steve moaned around them, drool coating his hand.

"That's it, get it nice and wet. We don't want any friction, do we?"

Steve stopped thinking after that, sinking so deep all he could do was feel the slick slide of Kas' cock between his thighs, the hand around his own erection as he was brought closer to orgasm.

"Come on, Princess. You gotta work for it." Kas smacked him again, jolting Steve into rocking his hips back onto Kas' cock and forward into his hand. "That's it, sweetheart. God, you're pretty." He leaned down to kiss Steve's shoulder, grabbing his hip to guide him.

"Close," Steve panted.

His orgasm washed over him, cresting like a wave and dragging him under, gasping for air. Kas didn't stop, wringing out every last drop of pleasure until it became too much, and Steve started squirming at the overstimulation. Another smack to his abused cheek stopped him.

"Just a little more, baby. I'm almost there."

Steve whimpered, squeezing his thighs together when Kas forced a dribble from his cock, the slick sound of his hand becoming louder. Steve wanted him to cum. Steve didn't want him to cum. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, fingertips aching from digging into the stall.

Kas groaned into his skin, hips pressing against Steve's for a final time, cock throbbing and spilling down Steve's thighs, warm and ticklish. "Holy fuck," he laughed breathlessly, and Steve shuddered with relief when Kas let go, holding him around his waist instead. "You're amazing, Princess. Give me a second." He kissed Steve's shoulder and let him go.

Still panting, Steve pressed his shaking hands to the wall to maintain his balance, expecting to hear the stall door open at any moment and Kas to leave. But he was surprised when Kas started cleaning him up with a wad of toilet paper instead. Too tired to care, he slumped against the wall and listened to Kas humming. The sound was melodic, some song, maybe.

"Okay, turn around for me, Princess?" Steve did, surprised yet again but so very glad when he was pulled onto Kas' lap, settling on the toilet. Kas smiled, rubbing soothing hands across his back and aching skin. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"Yeah? We can wait whilst you come down."

"You don't have to-"

"Baby, I'm not leaving you like this," Kas cut across him firmly, tugging him closer.

Steve went all too willingly into the embrace, curling up in his arms. Most people just left after getting what they wanted. Steve wasn't used to this kind of affection, especially not from a one-night stand. But Kas smelled so good, and his hands were like magic, massaging away the pain he'd caused so that Steve couldn't say no.

He'd almost fallen asleep, completely sated, when his phone rang. They both jumped as it vibrated on the tiled floor. Steve cursed, dropping down to find it and wasn't surprised to see it was Robin. "Hello?"

"Steve, where are you? I've been looking for ages!"

"I'm fine." He smiled up at Kas, who smirked back, reaching down to run a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Steve's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the touch, and he sighed, "I'll be out soon, promise."

"Oh," Robin laughed. "Don't take too long. It's cold."

"M'kay." He leaned back between Kas' legs as he hung up, tilting his head back to look at him. "I've got to go."

"I heard. You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah. My friend will help me home." He fumbled with his top so much that Kas helped him back into it. "Thanks."

"No, thank you." His hands lingered on Steve's waist after getting his pants sorted.

Steve felt it, too, an inexorable pull, the urge to just stay. He couldn't, though. Robin was waiting for him, so with one last kiss, he broke free, going to the sinks to clean up. He glanced in the dirty mirror to see Kas leaning against the stall, watching him. "See something you like?"

"Mhmm. So much so I'd like seconds."

He laughed when Kas crowded him against the sinks, kissing a bruise on his shoulder. The dull pain sparked down his spine, a lasting reminder of their night together. He wished they had more time, somewhere better, but this dingy restroom had to be enough. "Seconds?" He asked softly, catching Kas' eyes in the mirror. "You want to do this again?"

"Yes."

Steve turned to capture his lips sweetly and pressed his phone into Kas' chest. "Text me when you miss me?"

He nodded, added his number and texted himself before returning the phone. "I will."

"Don't take too long, or I'll find someone else." Steve leaned in, brushing their lips together. "I want to know what you're made of, Kas."

"Keep talking, and I'll show you right here."

With one lasting kiss, Steve finally stepped back. "Don't miss me too much."

Kas leaned back against the sinks, looking unaffected, but Steve could see how his eyes lingered on the bruises on his hips. "You should get going. Don't want your friend to worry about you."

"Goodbye, Kas."

"Bye, Princess."

Steve seemed to float through the club, a lightness to his limbs he hadn't experienced in a long time. Robin giggled at the sight of him and had to help him back into his jacket. Once he was secure, she linked an arm through his, leading the way down the street. "So you had fun then?"

"I did." he blushed when she raised her eyebrows expectantly. "What?"

"Details!"

"Fine! We messed around in the restroom. He, uh, fucked my thighs."

Robin scrunched up her nose. "Classy."

"Don't judge me!"

"Someone has to." She eyed the bruises blooming on his waist. "Why are you like this?"

"Daddy issues?" They both burst out laughing, drawing looks from passersby.

By the time he fell into bed that night, some of the euphoria had worn off, but underneath it, he felt pleasantly sated. There was a tiredness settling in his bones that only came from having a good orgasm at the hands of someone else. God, he hoped this wasn't a one-time thing.

Kas better text him and soon.