[it's funny how getting what he wants makes him a more patient and abiding person. Everything is so perfect that when Robin shivers still, takes a moment to pause and hesitate, Tek doesn't swoop in with demands. Certainly every inch of him is screaming for more, nerves set ravenously on edge, but he rides that pause instead of attacking it.
If anything, whatever that struggle is going on in there, it adds a certain something that he likes.
Instability is his favorite opportunity, after all. And he sets in on it without thought.
Oh, and that bite. He doesn't even try to argue it, because it's his very favorite kind. It's the animal kind--meant to hold, control--and it drives him quietly a little bit crazy. A breath slithers in audibly between his teeth and then hitches, shoulders bracing harder against the wall so that the rest of his spine can arch.
The momentum keeps going, hands leaving their perch so his arms can slide up over the other's shoulders--for leverage and so nails can drag up the back of his neck and dig rough into his hair. And there, he moves back a little. There, pulling himself up another inch or two higher, he searches for Robin's eyes.
If Robin is looking for something to get lost in, there is a set of eyes there, gleaming in the shade of the building and absolutely adoring, waiting for him]
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If anything, whatever that struggle is going on in there, it adds a certain something that he likes.
Instability is his favorite opportunity, after all. And he sets in on it without thought.
Oh, and that bite. He doesn't even try to argue it, because it's his very favorite kind. It's the animal kind--meant to hold, control--and it drives him quietly a little bit crazy. A breath slithers in audibly between his teeth and then hitches, shoulders bracing harder against the wall so that the rest of his spine can arch.
The momentum keeps going, hands leaving their perch so his arms can slide up over the other's shoulders--for leverage and so nails can drag up the back of his neck and dig rough into his hair. And there, he moves back a little. There, pulling himself up another inch or two higher, he searches for Robin's eyes.
If Robin is looking for something to get lost in, there is a set of eyes there, gleaming in the shade of the building and absolutely adoring, waiting for him]