[he's swimming in electricity, head thrown back and riding waves of fire absolutely washing through every limb, when that that shudder goes rolling through him. And then come clawing fingers and bruising teeth, and--of all moments--that is when Robin really makes his point.
Because he's penning marks all over him, and there isn't a damn thing that Tek can do about it. Just gasp and set his teeth and suffer every shock that the starbursts of pleasurepain send through him. He'd never have allowed that if he'd had a say in the matter... but he can't really find it in himself to be terribly upset about it. He can't even breathe through it.
Even when Robin captures and wounds him with a kiss. All he can manage is a hissed inhale and breathy cursing once he's free, and he can't even keep that up for more than a moment. It's all he can do to drop his head down in the next moment, resting against his partner's shoulder while he focuses on catching his breath.
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Because he's penning marks all over him, and there isn't a damn thing that Tek can do about it. Just gasp and set his teeth and suffer every shock that the starbursts of pleasurepain send through him. He'd never have allowed that if he'd had a say in the matter... but he can't really find it in himself to be terribly upset about it. He can't even breathe through it.
Even when Robin captures and wounds him with a kiss. All he can manage is a hissed inhale and breathy cursing once he's free, and he can't even keep that up for more than a moment. It's all he can do to drop his head down in the next moment, resting against his partner's shoulder while he focuses on catching his breath.
...Alright, alright. He gets it now. Robin wins.]