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Valentine's Day was not a holiday Robotnik particularly enjoyed.
Everything about the day made him vaguely nauseous; the obnoxiously bright pink and red decorations, the way he couldn't go two steps down any city street without being bombarded by hearts and streamers, and, ugh, glitter. Even the base wasn't a free zone; the break room was frequently littered with flowers and candy and pink paper hearts, and the halls were filled with agents carrying teddy bears and bouquets received from admirers.
You'd think a government office would be more professional. At least he could avoid it all by holing up in his lab, which was his routine on any given day, anyway.
Not to mention, below the surface, it was a yearly reminder of something Robotnik had known for the better part of his life; that he was alone, and that he would remain so until he died.
This year was different, though.
He still considered it a completely asinine holiday, of course, and the verdict remained out on whether he would be alone when the reaper came knocking. For the moment, though, he had Agent Stone.
And what a man Agent Stone was. Intelligent, loyal, attractive — and, apparently, interested in him, not that the Doctor could even begin to fathom why. Ivo was all rough edges, bitter, angry — a 'loose cannon,' as G.U.N would say. Stone was softer — at least around Robotnik. He was charming, patient, and attentive; all things Robotnik would never be, could never be.
It was enough of a miracle that Stone could even put up with him, let alone love him.
And yet, here they were, nearly a year into a relationship with (hopefully) no end in sight.
As an orphan no one wanted, Robotnik wasn't familiar with celebrations of any kind. He can't remember a time in his life he had ever celebrated anything, not even a birthday. Today, though… today, he wanted to try. Stone deserved some kind of reward for managing to put up with him, for loving him when no one else wanted to be within 10 feet of him at any given time.
Gloved fingers drum anxiously against the top of a small box as he sits at his desk, waiting patiently — compared to his usual level of patience, at least (that is, to say, the usual absence of it) — for Stone to arrive for the day. Inside is a pair of silk restraints — high quality, unlikely to rip or bruise when tugged on.
Restraints were something that Stone had briefly mentioned, when the topic of sex had come up, but Robotnik had turned him down at the time. The thought of handing his power over, of being completely at the mercy of someone else had, at the time, made his skin crawl. Dr. Robotnik thrived on power, on control, on intimidating everyone around him and using that fear to his advantage. As long as he had the power, no one could hurt him.
As long as Robotnik had the power, he would never be a sad, lonely, abused orphan ever again.
But as the relationship continued and trust in Stone grew, the idea began to become something he no longer felt was a hard no. It was less that he was interested himself and more that he was willing to try it, for Stone. He knew by now that the Agent would sooner die than ever hurt him willingly. With a single stipulation — the gloves stay on, so he could call a Badnik should he feel the need to do so — he felt he could place this trust into Stone's hands.
He hears steps behind him as Stone arrives with his morning latte, but they sound off. Different. Not like his usual dress shoes, more like — heels? Robotnik's desk chair whirls around and the sight he's met with punches every bit of air out of his lungs.
Stone is in heels, certainly. He's also in an entire french maid get up, complete with stockings and a frilly garter. The dress comes down to his mid thigh, and as Robotnik's gaze trails up, taking in the low cut of the neckline, he sees a matching frilly choker around the Agent's neck. The Doctor's gaze trails up the rest of the way to his face, and the younger man looks almost bashful, his fingers twitching nervously around both the latte and the heart-shaped box of chocolates in his hands.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Stone says, and though he does an impeccable job of keeping his nerves out of his voice, Ivo can still tell he's uncertain. "I — I know holidays aren't your thing, Doctor, but I just thought — "
"Enough, Stone." Robotnik cuts off the Agent's nervous rambling with a wave of his hand. His eyes trail over his partner's body again, and then he's motioning for Stone to approach him. Heels clack against the tile of the lab as Stone completes his trip to Robotnik's desk, setting the latte and chocolates on the surface.
He doesn't miss the small box sitting atop it; Robotnik had briefly forgotten about it in the moment, but as Stone's gaze falls on it, Robotnik glances over his shoulder. "Is that for me?" Stone asks, but Robotnik turns back to him and waves a gloved hand.
"In a moment," Robotnik promises, his hands settling on Stone's waist and tugging him forward. "I want to enjoy my gift first." He tugs a bit more sharply, and the Agent gets the message. He climbs into Robotnik's chair, one knee on either side of the older man's hips, and settles down easily into his lap.
Ivo surveys him with an appraising look, running his gloved hands up the agent's bare thighs and into his skirt. Stone shivers, his head tipping back slightly as the Doctor's hands slip up to his waist beneath the dress. "You look… ravishing, Stone," Ivo breathes, tipping forward to nose along the side of Stone's neck.
Stone shudders again, his arms coming up to wrap around Ivo's shoulders, one hand resting on the back of Ivo's head in an attempt to keep him close. "I know you've never — " he cuts himself off with a low groan as Ivo's teeth graze his pulse point. " — never celebrated much of anything. I thought we might — we might change that, make the day something to remember."
Ivo hums in approval, dragging his lips down the length of Stone's neck. When he reaches the point where neck meets shoulder, he draws the skin beneath his teeth, earning a gasp and a moan from the Agent. He sucks until he's sure the mark will be sufficiently dark before pulling back, laving his tongue over the abused skin briefly to soothe. He looks up at Stone once he's done, taking in the flush running from his face down to his chest, his half-lidded eyes and his slightly parted lips. Already, he looks half-wrecked, and Robotnik commits the view to memory.
"A day to remember, hm?" Robotnik muses softly, and Stone glances down at him with a smile before flicking his gaze over Robotnik's shoulder, to the box sitting on the desk.
"It looks like you had the same idea?" The Agent says hopefully, and Robotnik nods, reaching for the gift in question. He takes it from the desk and hands it to Stone, giving him a small nod to show he was allowed to open it. Stone does so, unwrapping the ribbon around it carefully before lifting the lid.
Stone pauses as he lays eyes on the box's contents, glancing up at the Doctor in surprise. Ivo merely smiles at him softly. Stone looks back down at the gift, carefully lifting the restraints from inside and leaning over to set the empty box back on the desk. He surveys them carefully, running the fabric between his fingers with a look of utter awe on his face. Finally, he glances back to Robotnik again, the awe still present in his eyes. "You'd really let me do this?"
"There are stipulations," Robotnik says carefully. "Well, just one, really; I want to keep my gloves on." He knows he doesn't have to explain why; Stone had a way of easily sniffing out the hidden meanings and things left unsaid whenever Robotnik spoke. This is no exception, a look of understanding passing over Stone's face before he nods.
"The gloves stay on," Stone says, and Robotnik gives him a grateful look.
With the negotiations out of the way, a giddy spark returns to Stone's eyes as he glances between Robotnik and the restraints. Ivo already knows what Stone is going to ask for, so he pats the younger man's thigh to signal for him to get off of his lap. Stone complies, and Robotnik stands, motioning for Stone to follow him as he moves deeper into the lab.
"This whole building has been on lockdown since I arrived," Robotnik says, shooting Stone a smug look over his shoulder. "And the security camera feeds have been looped. Walters knows better than to bother me during a lockdown." Stone's heels click behind Robotnik as he follows him dutifully, and when they reach the door to his private quarters, Robotnik pauses and turns to his Agent. "So, why don't we get started on making this day a memorable one?"
With that, Robotnik presses a gloved palm to the scanner on the wall. The scanner beeps, followed by the lock clicking and the door sliding open. With a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure Stone is following him, Robotnik steps through the door.
Robotnik's 'private quarters' were really just a sparsely furnished room he used for quick naps when project deadlines forced him to stay late in the lab. Robotnik's current sole focus sat in the center of the room, pushed up against the back wall — the bed, dressed in black silk from the sheets to the pillow cases.
The Doctor crosses the room to the bed, sitting on the edge and patting his thighs as he watches Stone approach. The Agent obeys the silent command, crossing the room and setting the box of chocolates and the restraints beside Robotnik. His hands free, he rests them on Ivo's shoulders to steady himself as he hikes one knee up and then the other to straddle either side of the older man's thighs.
Near immediately, Ivo's hands come up to rest on Stone's waist, head tilted to gaze up at his partner in awe. "You really are incredible," he murmurs, his hands running lightly down the subtle curve of Stone's waist and to his thighs. "You can tie me up in a moment, just…let me touch you a little longer."
Stone shivers beneath the Doctor's touch. "Of course, Ivo."
Ivo pauses to slip his gloves off — he'll put them back on when the time comes. Once his hands are bare, he starts back at Stone's thighs again, running his fingertips lightly along the skin and reveling in the feeling of Stone shuddering beneath his touch. His hands move steadily upward, beneath Stone's skirt, over his underwear and up to his stomach. Ivo pauses there, lightly dragging his nails over the younger man's abdomen just to feel Stone jolt and gasp above him. Then he travels further up, to his hips and then his waist.
His hands pause there, bracketing Stone's waist as Robotnik leans up to kiss along the Agent's exposed chest. Stone sighs happily above him as Robotnik trails wet, open mouthed kisses across his skin. Ivo tilts his face up further to reach Stone's collarbone and takes the skin there between his teeth to suck another mark into Stone's skin. The Agent moans softly above him, his grip on Ivo's shoulders tightening.
Once the hickey is dark enough, Ivo pulls back to admire his handiwork. Then, he starts sliding his hands upwards again, slowly making his way to Stone's chest, mapping out the planes of his partner's body. Once he reaches Stone's chest, his hands fan out, bracketing his sides as his thumbs reach out to rub against Stone's nipples.
The reaction is immediate, the Agent arching above him, gasping out a moan as his nails dig into the fabric of Robotnik's coat. "Oh, Doctor," he groans. Ivo swallows thickly and does it again just to watch Stone's head tip back as he jolts and moans, low and filthy, writhing just slightly in Ivo's lap.
"Truly magnificent," the Doctor murmurs, almost absentminded. His hands shift so he can tweak both nipples between his thumb and forefinger, watching as Stone writhes fully in his lap now.
"Ivo!" Stone whines, high and needy, and oh, what a beautiful sound. Ivo tweaks Stone's nipples one last time, just to hear that delightful sound again, before slowly sliding his hands back down and, eventually, out of Stone's dress.
Stone pants softly above him, his skin once again flushed down to his chest, and he looks divine, ethereal. Ivo's hands slide up the side of Stone's neck to cradle his face, angling it down so he can join their lips. Though their tongues slide together, the kiss remains languid, the two merely savoring the taste of each other.
When he pulls back, Ivo sweeps his gaze over Stone appreciatively once more before patting the Agent's thighs, signaling for him to get up. Once he does, Ivo leans over to unlace his boots, pulling one off and then the other before setting them aside. Then he stands, motioning for Stone to take his place on the bed. Once Stone sits, Robotnik starts on the process of disrobing.
First is his coat, shrugged off and then hung on a rack by the door. Then comes the turtleneck he wears underneath. Here he notices Stone has leaned back on his hands as he watches him strip with an appreciative gaze. Robotnik waggles his eyebrows as he moves to his belt, savoring the soft laugh Stone lets out in response. His belt is tossed to the side and his zipper and fly are undone, and as he steps out of his slacks, he makes his favored robotic noises, moving his legs stiffly to imitate an old machine. Stone laughs fully then, eyes crinkling in a way that Ivo finds incredibly beautiful. "Ivo!" Stone admonishes, voice filled with nothing but mirth.
Finally, Robotnik steps out of his underwear, leaving him in only his socks and the garters attached. He takes his gloves from where he'd set them on the bed and slips them back on. Now mostly bare save for his gloves and socks, Robotnik carefully climbs onto the bed, laying flat on his back and easing himself into a comfortable position against the pillows. Once comfortable, he raises his arms above his head and looks to Stone, a silent well? apparent in his gaze.
Stone quickly stands, leaning down to undo the straps on his heels and then toe them off. Then he climbs onto the bed himself, straddling Ivo once again. Ivo groans at the feeling of Stone's warm weight against his bare skin — particularly, the feeling of his ass, though clothed, against his bare cock. He'd only been half hard when he'd climbed onto the bed himself, but he was rapidly filling out and the pressure of Stone's ass against him was hurrying the process along.
Meanwhile, Stone takes the restraints and balances on his knees as he leans over Robotnik, carefully holding the Doctor's wrists together as he winds the silk first around them and then the headboard. He ties a tight but simple knot, giving Robotnik's wrists a firm tug to test it. The restraints are loose (for the Doctor's comfort, of course) but the knot is tight enough to hold, so Stone settles back onto his butt. His eyes roam appreciatively over Ivo's tied up, naked form, and he lets out a low hum of approval.
"You look incredible like this, Ivo," Stone murmurs, slowly running his hands along Robotnik's side and down to his hips. Ivo shudders under his touch.
"Do you plan to do anything about it?" Ivo challenges, and he revels in the way Stone's eyes darken in response, pupils blown wide with lust. And yet, he merely slides his hands delicately along Robotnik's skin again, applying just enough pressure to get the older man to shudder.
"In due time," Stone says finally, pulling back to instead grab the box of chocolates he'd set on the nightstand.
Robotnik frowns, his eyebrows pinching together as Stone sets about removing the box's shrink wrap and lifting the lid. "Can that not wait till later?" He asks, tugging slightly on the restraints to emphasize his point.
Stone merely chuckles softly, fixing Robotnik with an amused look. "Patience is a virtue, Ivo."
"When have you ever known me to be a virtuous individual, Stone?"
The Agent laughs again, plucking a chocolate from the box's plastic insert and leaning forward. "Open," he commands softly, and Ivo complies, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out. Stone sets the chocolate on Robotnik's tongue, and after a nod from Stone, Ivo maintains eye contact and pulls it into his mouth.
The chocolate tastes fine, but Ivo focuses more on the sensuality of it all, on the way Stone shudders pleasantly and the slow, simmering heat that spreads through his own body from just the act of being fed like this.
After he chews and swallows, Stone takes another chocolate from the box. However, instead of offering it to Robotnik, he plops it into his own mouth. Ivo has half a mind to complain, but before he can even so much as pout, Stone leans down and connects their lips.
In any other context, Ivo would be disgusted by the mere idea of someone passing him food using their own mouth. Here, though, that simmering heat rises in temperature, his skin flushing as Stone passes the chocolate between their mouths with his tongue. Ivo makes a surprised noise against the other man's mouth but otherwise doesn't protest, taking the chocolate between his teeth only after Stone's tongue is out of the way. The younger man pulls back to watch him through half-lidded eyes, and once Robotnik swallows the second piece, Stone connects their lips again to lick the lingering taste out of the Doctor's mouth.
Stone devours the inside of his mouth like a man starved, and by the time he pulls back with a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths, Robotnik is already impatient. His cock pulses where it rests against Stone's ass, and Ivo rolls his hips up to try to restore the friction he lost when Stone leaned forward to feed him. The younger man tsks at him playfully, lifting his hips to deny Ivo the contact he sought.
Robotnik lets out a frustrated noise that Stone ignores as he grabs another chocolate. "I know you can be good for me for a little longer, Ivo," he says sweetly. Robotnik huffs, cursing the way his cheeks flush.
Stone presses the chocolate piece against Ivo's lips and he parts them obediently. Instead of just setting the candy on Ivo's tongue, however, Stone dips his fingers into Robotnik's mouth to place it in. Ivo closes his lips around Stone's fingers and sucks just slightly, watching as Stone's eyelids flutter.
Then, with Stone's guard down, Ivo bites his fingers.
He doesn't bite hard; he's more aiming to startle and convey his impatience than to hurt the other man. Stone jolts and lets out a noise of surprise, his fingers retracting slightly as his arm jerks back. "Ivo!"
Robotnik grins mischievously as best as he can around the fingers still in his mouth. Stone scowls at him, eyes dark as he pushes the chocolate to the side of Ivo's mouth before abruptly shoving his fingers in far enough to make the Doctor gag. Ivo's eyes roll back as he does, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as his throat spasms around Stone's digits.
"Brat," Stone spits as he pulls his fingers out. Robotnik pants as he grins lazily up at him, a smug and satisfied smirk on his lips. Stone tuts, closing the box of chocolates and leaning over to place it on the nightstand. Then, he opens the drawer and sifts through it for the bottle of lube kept there. Once he finds it, he shuts the drawer and settles black, fixing Robotnik with a half-hearted glare. "You want to move things along, Ivo? Be careful what you wish for."
Robotnik says nothing in reply, merely watching as Stone uncaps the lube and drizzles it over his fingers. "I'm going to ride you in this dress," he starts, rubbing the lube between his fingers to warm it up. "And we'll be going at my pace. You will sit there and watch as I finger myself, once again at my own pace."
"Well, get on with it then," comes Robotnik's cheeky reply.
Stone says nothing in response. Instead, he shifts and maneuvers himself to tug his boxer briefs off with his clean hand, tossing them to the side once they're off. Then, he hikes up his dress with one hand and reaches back with the other, balancing himself on his knees so he has enough room to slip a finger inside.
Ivo watches as Stone's face goes lax, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open as he works himself open. Robotnik wants to touch, to feel Stone's skin heat up, feel his body shake as he prepares to take him — only to be rudely reminded that he can't as his wrists tug against the restraints. He lets out a frustrated huff, tugging again in the vain hope that the knot would come undone.
It doesn't, and Stone shoots him a look of smug satisfaction. "Forget you were tied up, Doctor?"
"Fuck you," Robotnik snaps.
"Working on it." Stone's head tips back, a low groan falling from his lips as he slips in a second finger, curling both and twisting his wrist. Ivo tugs on the restraints again; he's starting to regret indulging in this kink of Stone's if only because it meant he couldn't even touch Stone, let alone finger him himself.
Stone seems to find his prostate if the way he jolts in Robotnik's lap and lets loose a filthy moan is anything to go by. Robotnik has to bite his lip to avoid whining high and needy at just the sight; it should be him eliciting that reaction from Stone. He's beginning to resent being tied up.
Stone continues to moan and writhe above him from just two fingers, and the sight alone only makes Ivo more and more desperate as it goes on. His cock aches where it rests against his stomach, pulsing and leaking with each moan from the man hovering above him. His hips cant upward uselessly, searching for friction though he knows Stone is just out of reach. Robotnik bites back another whine, screwing his eyes shut and yanking his wrists down against the restraints again.
They don't budge, of course.
He can't hold back his noises any longer, a low whine escaping from his throat as his eyes open again, his gaze following the descent of a drop of sweat as it rolls down Stone's neck and over his chest, disappearing beneath the neckline of his dress. Robotnik wants to lick it, wants to slip out of the Godforsaken silk tying him to the headboard and flip them over, to have Stone at his mercy where he belongs.
"Stone!" he pleads, though he's not even sure what, exactly, he's pleading for; Stone to hurry it up, to untie him, to touch his neglected cock, or all of the above? His head is swimming, thoughts a nearly overwhelming echo of need need need with no specific desire other than Stone.
"I told you, we're going at my pace, Ivo," Stone pants, his head tipping forward to meet Ivo's desperate gaze. "So lie there and be a good boy, and you'll get your reward when I'm ready, okay?"
Ivo whines louder, eyes briefly screwing shut from the dizzying contrast between the rush of pleasure from being called a good boy and the desperation from being made to wait. When he opens them again, it's just in time to see Stone slip in a third finger. All Ivo can do is watch as the younger man continues to finger himself open and tug uselessly on his restraints. He tells himself Stone is almost ready, soon he'll be stretched enough and he'll finally, finally sit on Ivo's cock. He still wouldn't be able to touch Stone but at least he'd get some attention to the nearly painful ache between his legs.
Stone, it seems, is getting a little impatient himself. Ivo can't see much from his position, but he can tell Stone's wrist is moving faster, and his moans are pitching higher — he's almost keening around his own fingers. Ivo himself whimpers, his hips canting up again on their own accord; he wants to touch, wants to feel, wants to be the one pushing Stone to the brink just with his fingers.
"I know, hayati, just a — nng, fuck — just a little bit longer, I promise," Stone coos, and Robotnik bites back another impatient whine. His thoughts are starting to grow foggy, nearly drowning in a syrupy haze of arousal and desperation. If it were up to him he would've been fucking Stone already. He'd have the other man folded in half with his legs by his head, or bent over the edge of the mattress, or —
Finally, finally, Stone slips his fingers out and grabs the lube bottle again. Ivo feels a twist in his stomach from the anticipation as Stone drips some lube into his palm before reaching down. A hand closes around his cock and Ivo can't help up but arch up, hissing at the cold temperature of the lube but otherwise flooded with relief that he's finally being touched. Ivo moans, low and long, as Stone slicks up his cock.
Then Stone is shifting, holding the base of Ivo's dick as he positions himself. He lines Ivo's cock up with his hole, and then finally, blissfully, he starts to sink down. Both men let out twin groans of pleasure as the head catches on Stone's rim just before slipping in. Ivo's head slams back against the pillows, eyes rolling back as his cock is slowly enveloped in the tight, slick heat of Stone's ass. "Fuck, fuck, Stone, God, you always feel so good," he moans.
It isn't long before he bottoms out, Stone's head tipping back as he pauses so he can adjust to being stuffed full. "Oh, fuck, Doctor," He moans, and just the sound of his title coming from Stone's mouth in such a filthy context is enough to drive Ivo crazy. He whines in response, trying to roll his hips up from where they're pinned beneath Stone's weight. Stone merely tsks at him, shaking his head. "My pace, Ivo."
Ivo tugs sharply at the restraints again, whimpering when it does nothing but make his wrists sore. God, he just wants to slip this damn knot and flip them over, remind Stone of who calls the shots here. Ivo wants to fuck him until he's shaking and begging, desperate for more, for mercy, for whatever Robotnik will give him. Instead, he's forced to lie there and wait, cock pulsing inside of Stone and just begging for him to move, to grind, to do anything. He has half a mind to call a Badnik to set him free just to remind Stone that this merely an illusion of control, that Robotnik still calls the shots and has the power to end this little charade any time he pleases.
And then Stone is moving, slowly lifting himself up before sinking back down, and Robotnik can't remember why he was so frustrated. The drag of Stone's walls along the length of him is delectable, intoxicating, and Ivo moans, high and needy, as Stone repeats the action. "So good, Ivo, you're so good," Stone pants, and Ivo feels his head growing fuzzy again, all thoughts turning to mush as the Agent continues his slow slide up and back down.
The pace is slow, almost torturously slow, and it isn't long before Ivo is whimpering again, trying to rolling his own hips up to speed Stone along. He sees the way Stone's eyes roll back as he manages to thrust up a few times, as shallow as said movements are, sees the way Stone shudders and picks up his pace the slightest bit even as he gently admonishes, "Be a good boy, Ivo."
His head grows fuzzier, and he whines. "I am good, I'm so good, Stone, please." If he had any coherent thought left he'd feel ashamed at how quickly he'd been reduced to such desperation as to beg and plead, but as it is, all he can think to do is beg for what he wants.
Stone shudders again above him. "Oh, Doctor, you sound so pretty when you beg. I didn't even know you could say please." At that, he steadies himself by placing his hands on Ivo's chest, using them for leverage as he starts to speed up until he's practically bouncing in Ivo's lap.
"Yes, oh, fuck, yes, Stone!" Ivo cries, his head tipping back and his own hips rolling up to meet Stone's as the younger man bounces. Stone clenches around him and that pulls another loud moan from his throat. It seems the Agent has all but forgotten about teasing him and drawing this out, his pace growing more and more frantic as he grinds down in Robotnik's lap, head tossed back as moans and ah, ah, ah!s fall from his lips.
Ivo feels his orgasm already beginning to build, a feeling in his gut that grows tighter as Stone rides him like his very life depends on it. He tugs harshly on the silk binding him to the headboard, trying desperately to force the knot to unravel. He's dying to touch, to watch Stone unravel beneath his hands. He aches to feel the tremble of his muscles as he bounces, thighs flexing with each movement.
He whines, loud and keening, as Stone seemingly finds an angle that hits his prostate. The younger agent cries out, a high, broken cry of "Oh, oh fuck, Ivo!" that only makes Robotnik's desire to touch him nearly unbearable.
"Please, Stone, please untie me, please let me touch you, please." His own voice sounds pathetic to his own ears, the desperation sending a wave of shame washing over him that mixes with his frenzied arousal.
And yet, Stone denies him with nothing more than a shake of his head. Ivo whimpers, a sound that only grows in volume as he watches Stone trail a hand over the exposed bits of his chest, palm flat and fingers splayed out along his skin as the hand trails upwards. That should be his hand, trailing over his neck and coming to a stop over his lips. Then Stone's lips part, his middle and ring fingers slipping into his mouth and along his tongue, and Ivo's wrists pull hard against the silk again.
He could almost feel Stone's saliva coating his own fingers, feel the flick of his tongue as it coils around his digits, dripping spit along his palm and down his wrist. Another whine, pitching higher and higher as he watches Stone press down on his own tongue, the Agent's eyelids fluttering.
"Stone!" he whimpers, his hips rolling up in an uneven rhythm, gloved fingers clawing at the air. "Stone, I need you, please!" He's right there at the edge from the younger man's sinful display and his frantic bouncing. He wants to touch, needs to touch, needs to feel Stone come apart and know it was his doing.
His pleas go unanswered, Stone continuing to ride him with fervor as drool drips down his own chin. Stone's making a mess of himself but he couldn't care less; his thighs burn but he finds the pain almost divine, continuing to work his way up and down the Doctor's cock at a pace that borders on feverish. If Ivo keeps begging like that, he just might cum untouched.
Ivo can tell Stone is close, can hear it in the way his moans pitch up and rise in volume, can feel it in the way his hips stutter as he rides. He wants nothing more than to take him in hand and help along just that last little bit, to watch him tremble and shudder and spill over his fist with Ivo's name on his lips.
"Please, Stone, baby, please, I'll make you feel so good, please!" Ivo babbles, a frantic, last ditch effort to be freed. And maybe it doesn't get him exactly what he wants, but he can't complain when he sees the way Stone absolutely falls apart.
The Agent's fingers slip from his mouth as his hand falls to curl in the sheets instead. His hips buck and grind in a frantic, uneven pace, head thrown back as his every muscle spasms. "God, oh god, fuck, oh god, Ivo, Ivo, Ivo!" A broken chant as he cums, white-hot splashes that ruin the inside of his dress.
Stone doesn't stop bouncing even as he cums, clenching and spasming around the Doctor's cock, and that combined with the sight and the sound of his unraveling is enough to push the Doctor over the edge. He cries out in his own broken chant of Stone's name as he cums, cock pulsing as he empties into the tight heat of his partner. His legs and arms shake, sweat dripping down his brow as his every muscle tightens for a moment, two, three, before releasing once he's spent.
Robotnik collapses against the pillows, panting. His gaze is half-lidded as he comes down, thoughts a hazy, muddled mush as his ears ring. He has never felt so wrecked before in his life; he's almost certain he'd gone to another plane of existence there at the end.
He doesn't come back to himself fully until he feels Stone undoing the knot that ties him to the headboard. His shoulders sag, the only thing keeping his arms from flopping uselessly to his sides being Stone gently holding a wrist in each hand, inspecting the skin. "How do you feel, Doctor?"
"Fine," he answers, a bit sluggish. It takes his eyes a few moments to focus on Stone, but when he does, he feels no small amount of satisfaction as he takes in the sheen of sweat across his skin and the subtle flush beneath it. Stone recovered his faculties quicker than Robotnik had, but he was younger. Ivo was certainly feeling his age now, in the way sleep called to him just from a kinky morning romp.
Stone runs the pads of his thumbs gently over Robotnik's wrists, but finds nothing out of the ordinary. "The skin is a bit red, but I don't think there'll be any marks left behind," he notes, letting Robotnik's wrists fall from his grasp. His arms flop uselessly down onto the mattress, but when Stone shifts to retreat, Ivo's hands come up to grab at his waist, albeit weakly. "No," he mumbles, voice already thick with fatigue.
Stone laughs softly, though he does pause in his attempts to leave. "We should get cleaned up, qalbi."
"In a minute," Robotnik promises, sliding his hands up to gently tug Stone forward. The Agent obliges, shifting so he could lay down atop his lover, head tucked against his chest. They both sigh softly, content, Ivo shifting to run a hand lightly through Stone's hair, relishing in his restored ability to touch.
Stone hums softly, happily. "Thank you for the gift, Ivo. It was incredible."
Ivo's chest rumbles with quiet laughter, his free hand moving to tug lightly at the hem of Stone's dress. "Yours, too. You should wear this again sometime."
Stone laughs. "Maybe, if you let me get up so I can wash it. Cum can stain, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," Ivo grumbles. "I'm comfortable."
"I know," Stone sighs, relaxing against him. "I'll give you a few more minutes, but then I really should run us a shower and get this into the washing machine."
"A few more minutes," Ivo agrees, moving to wrap his arms around Stone's back to hold him close. Stone sighs softly again, eyes fluttering closed not to rest, but to savor the quiet intimacy.
"I love you, Ivo," he murmurs softly.
"I love you, too, Stone. Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day."