The smile turned predatory, and Robin leaned forward. This man's voice was delicious and made Robin want to do all sorts of things to make it crack and jump and moan. "Thank you," he murmured, drawing out the words into a low, breathy sound.

Once more that finger went wandering, this time to trace just ever so lightly along the top of the waistband of Sasan's pants. "But they're too much for a mere vote, I think." Robin's eyes dropped to the other man's lips, and the puck licked his own, slowly. "I might have to do something else to...earn them." Oh, the worlds of possibilities those two words, cupped with Robin's tongue, delivered.

The finger traced upwards again, this time against the small of Sasan's back. "Is there anything you want?" the puck breathed, catching his lower lip between a flash of white teeth as if in thought. "I really would like to," oh that naughty finger, dipping down to trace the line of Sasan's hip, "give you something. In return."