They let me back on the Citadel after that fight.
Their mistake.
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Jason groaned again when Robin ground down against him, creating some friction that they both needed. The man was surprisingly gentle - still a bit rough, but less than Jason had expected, especially given Robin’s previous sexual partner - boyfriend? Lover? The hands in his hair were still making him almost purr while he kissed the soldier.
Then Robin did it again and Jason’s hands on his hips clenched, pulling down to make the soldier grind down on him more and more. “Guh,” He grunted, breaking off the kiss to bury his face in Robin’s neck and nuzzle the flesh there.
There it was. The tightening grip, the forced movement, the beginning signs of losing control to simply feeling with your body and not your mind. Robin tugged a bit harder on his partner’s neck, exposing soft, tender flesh that was flushed, yearning to be marked. Naturally, the corporal was happy to oblige. He dipped forward, mouth tracing soft patches of skin before sinking his teeth in firmly, sucking on the flesh with intent. It’d leave a bruise but that was okay, he always liked a little damage with his sex.
“Someone’s hungry.” He spoke against the burgundy mark he left on his superior, releasing the man’s hair before he ended up tugging it out. Jason was obviously a bit less harsh in the sack, but it was forgivable, not every encounter had to leave him sore. He actually embraced the middle ground, a nice mesh of gentle and rough, pain and pleasure. Breaking his pace, he slowed his hips down, methodically rolling down on the man’s crotch, teasing him. “Get on with it already, big guy, I’m not getting any younger.”
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Over, under | Robin & Jason
Jason just chuckled and shook his head - Robin had been with Cato. An even great magnitude of superior, and angrier…so probably more kinkier…or just more forceful at topping. The biotic rested his hands on Ronbin’s hips, happily nibbling the explosives experts lips…for starters…
Then he moaned, his hands clenching the taught flesh while he fought back with his tongue and lips, grunting when hands tangled in his hair. Part of him wanted to roll over and be more active, but he stayed there, curious as to how Robin would be while on him.
Robin was known around the ship exclusively as property of Cato Coyne and on an emotional level, he kind of was. It was difficult trying to push through when you felt like you weren’t wanted but in some sick way, this attention is exactly what he needed. He bucked his hips downward, trying to get as much precious friction as he could from the clothing that prevented it.
Control was always nice, especially when you’re so used to be dominated. However, in a strange manner, Robin kind of liked it, he kind of got off on letting loose and not having to worry about the pressures of the world, of the war, of the Alliance. He continued to roll his hips, gaining a steady rhythm as he teased the man under him, waiting for him to burst.
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“Kinky…” Though Jason was happy Robin agreed; doing the officer/private thing too much would make him start to feel weird. Occasional kinkiness was good, any more and it just got weird, especially since Jason was actually Robin’s superior.
The biotic chuckled when Robin pulled him back, grunting softly when he hit the bed and eyebrow raising when Robin sat astride him. “I think we both win…” He purred back, grinning and then kissing Robin back, nipping at his top lip in retaliation.
“Did you expect anything less?” Robin was known for being a freak in the sheets, though he was able to keep that seperate from his life in the Alliance. The SSV Agincourt was already known for being a shit show, the last thing he needed was breaking more unnecessary regulations. Being low on the totem pole didn’t help much either.
Robin grinned at the higher ranking officer, licking his lips hungrily as he finally broke their game and pressed his lips to Jason’s in a needy, passionate kiss. His hands tangled in the short, ash blond hair that was within reach, tugging softly to get a better angle.
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No sir… “I like you calling me sir…though not all the time. I’m just…really hard right now…” Jason grunted, his lips moving against Robin’s neck as he verbalised each syllable. Then he groaned and pushed himself back onto his hands and knees.
“That was bad.” He deadpanned. “Though if you’d prefer food we can go to the mess hall,” He said, rolling over and going to stand up, silently daring Robin to pull him back - two could play at the joking game.
“We’ll keep it to the bedroom.” Robin offered, rutting his hips against Jason’s as the man spoke, Desperate for friction, he was, looking for some kind of contact, even through all this teasing. It was obvious that Jason was as much into being a cocktease as he was; Robin wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that, it was definitely going to be struggle.
“Dick.” He murmured as Jason broke their intimacy and moved away. This set a fire under Robbie’s ass and he reacted, catching the man by his collar and pushing him back down onto the bed, pinning him down by straddling him. “I win.” He purred, nipping at Jason’s bottom lip before pulling back.
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Jason smirked down at Robin. “That I could be Corporal. I could order you to roll over and take it…” He purred, leaning down and licking along Robin’s neck. “Not that I’ll have to…will I Robin?” He whispered, blowing on the moist neck to spike the sensation.
“So, Robin, what do you like?” He asked, kissing and sucking his way down the mans firm chest, hands stroking up the underside of the man’s thighs.
Robin practically shuddered at the man’s words, he could get into something like this. The tongue along his flesh caused a quick reaction, squirming under the tingling pressure of Jason’s tongue. “No, sir.” He simply replied, unaware of his slightly submissive nature. Sure, he was rough, in-your-face and sassy but something about a controlling man made him want to drop his pants and bend over. Soft air cooled the hot saliva on his neck, making him groan.
“Weeeeeell, I like mozzarella sticks, forests and explosives.” He teased, fingertips dancing along Jason’s arms, tracing the muscles of his biceps with his fingers, looking up with a wicked smirk.
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Jason chuckled. “Robin…” Breathing the name against the Corporal’s lips. “You’re in my lap, practically sucking my face off…I think we’ve passed forward…” Jason purred, then gestured with his hand and used his biotics to levitate Robin off him and onto the bed, where Jason crawled, now holding himself above Robin.
“You call me Jason. Or Lieutenant.”
“Hm, valid point.” Robin replied, pursing his lips with a grin. At least he wasn’t thrown against a wall like the rough sex he had with Cato. This was a nice pace, something different. This is what he needed, something new. He was shocked by being picked up, wriggling in the biotics until he was set down, heartbeat racing. He’d never been trapped in a biotics before and despite it terrifying him, he could think of some sexy ways to make use of the man’s abilities.
“Lieutenant? Someone likes pulling rank.” Robin’s eyes were full blown now, pupils widened as he waited for Jason’s next move, He was excited, turned on and entirely anxious for what was to come from this encounter.
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Over, under | Robin & Jason
Jason stood and turned as his guest entered, smiling in greeting…before being pushed down onto his chair again. So this was how it was going to be…Jason could take that; he wasn’t sensitive enough to feel used, not when a man as attractive as this was approaching him. A man with a solid bulge, firm chest, nice arms, and a tight looking ass was perching himself in his lap and resting there.
“Hello yourself corporal.” Jason smirked.
Robin was always down for some wholesome, no-strings-attached fun. It was in his nature to be impulsive, to do what felt right and what made him feel good. He was always open for a good time and had no qualms about vocalizing it. Sometimes when you were at war, you took contact wherever you could take it, even if it held little emotional sentiment. Sure, Robbie was a lover and he fell pretty quickly but he knew meaningless fucking was just that and nothing more.
“Please, call me, Robin.” He replied, leaning forward to hover his lips over Jason’s, teasing him. “If that’s not too forward.”
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Over, under | Robin & Jason
Some rec time would be good, and time with Corporal Noir would be even better; he remembered their battle simulation and how fun it had been. The corporal, Robin, had a different attitude than Jason but wasn’t difficult to be around. Plus the last time Robin had made no illusions about his like for sexual pastimes, and neither does Jason. The adept didn’t mind using sex as a way of relaxing, just on a ship, with the same crew every day, one had to be wary of creating negative ties to people in case of drama.
The ship had been quiet recently, everyone preparing, always ready to be deployed; Cato had had his own mission and recently Jason himself had led a team of biotics on a small recon mission. All in all it had been slow, very slow…
Jason awaited the knock from Robin, tapping away on his pad of updates on the war with the reapers. It didn’t look promising… “Come in!” He called, putting the pad down.
Robin exhaled deeply, sauntering into the room with a tiny smile. He kept up the facade of a calm, collected, sensual guy, which wasn’t false at all. His Alliance blues fit tight in all the right places, flaunting his curves and teasing Jason with the subtle sway of his hips and the strong arms that buldged as he crossed his arms and stood before the boy. He took in the sight, finally getting a good look at Jason without the hulking pieces of metal that usually covered his body. Robin had always been a secretive person, sticking to his own devices as he tried to cope with life, losing his mother and his falling out with Cato.
He decided he was going to move on from that, to try and look up instead of looking back. He may have lost a lot but he was gaining so much more; Pride, strength, intelligence. While minute compared to the destruction of war, he was making a difference. So naturally, he deserved a little fun. He moved forward, pushing Jason back into one of the room’s loveseats. He crawled into the man’s lap, resting his hands at his shoulders. “Hey, big guy.”
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