Chuckling low in his throat, Robin smiled wickedly. With a graceful turn, Sasan's back was firmly against the wall, one of Robin's hands splayed near his head, the other - that treacherous finger - running lightly from Sasan's ear down and across to the hollow of his neck. "Coffee sounds wonderful," he agreed. "I like to have coffee three or four times a day, normally. But with you..." Robin leaned in, his finger running down Sasan's chest again, bumping over a nipple and tracing the lines of his abs. "Mmm...I think I'd just stay in bed all day and drink." Oh, and that word was made as dirty and sensual as possible.

Then Robin leaned in and, so slowly it ached, lowered his lips to Sasan's. Capturing first the other man's lower lip and then his upper, Robin kissed him with a lingering fire, tongue gently winding into his mouth. Pulling back, Robin tugged on his lower lip in a gentle bite before running his tongue along the inside of Sasan's mouth to sooth the marks. Smiling, still hovering a scant few inches away, Robin said, "Now, you get to pick a House. Anything you like, sweet Sasan. Name it, and it's yours."