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somehow, beginning with the day Robert first saw Ethan at the Compound--when Ethan was volunteering to be tied up during a seminar on Japanese rope bondage. Ethan had been so still that day, contorted and tight, his palms pressed together behind his head as if in prayer. Robert had assisted the instructor with one simple binding, adjusting a knot that abruptly released the pressure down Ethan's core, prompting him to exhale a hoarse, low moan.
    Robert had jerked off to it that night at home, picturing Ethan's dimpled skin and swollen cock and his dry, pink lips.
    "You're not... uncomfortable with me now?" Ethan asks. "Right? I mean if you are, that's fine. God. I'm bugging you out, I can tell."
    "No, I was thinking about your mouth, and fucking it," Robert says.
    Ethan blinks. "Oh. Good."
    Robert leans onto the bar on his elbows and looks at Ethan closely, wondering how the hell this much personal space feels tense now when just last night he had his mouth on Ethan's very personal space. "But you're... okay, right?"
    A shy smile spreads across Ethan's face slowly, ending with a squint and a partial dimple. "Yeah I'm fine. I just can't drive right now," he says, touching the side of his head absently. "But I don't have a brain tumor or anything, if that's what you're asking."
    "Good. Jesus Christ," Robert says, more loudly than he means to.
    Ethan's eyes widen before he starts to laugh.
    "Shut up," Robert says. "I'm feeling a little attached to you, okay?"
    "Really? I guess my complete stalker instincts were spot on."
    "Do you usually go home with complete stalkers?"
    "Only if," Ethan starts to say. His expression sobers as he huffs out a wry sound and shakes his head. "No. I don't."

    • • •

    By 9am they're both on the couch, and Ethan is still naked.
    Robert mouths at his nipples ruthlessly, scraping his teeth and tormenting them one at a time until they're both pink and hard and flushed and Ethan's wriggling and clawing at Robert's shoulders.
    "This isn't fair," Ethan says.
    "Why is that?" Robert asks, hot under the duvet that's migrated from his bedroom to the couch and now covers both of them, more or less.
    "Because you're too bugged out to fuck me."
    "I prefer reasonable. Prudent."
    "Let me suck you then," Ethan says, before he yelps when Robert nips a fold of skin at his belly.
    "Why don't you just relax," Robert says. Then he bites Ethan again--lightly, just a pinch, just enough to leave a faint mark that fades almost as soon as it pinkens Ethan's skin.
    "Very funny."
    Gripping the back of the couch and the edge of the cushion beside Ethan's hip, Robert slides up and manages to work his cock against Ethan's. "Hold us," he says, voice low, as commanding as he can manage when all he wants to do is rut like a teenager. "Use your hands, both of them."
    "What will you give me if I do?" Ethan asks, a little cheeky, but a little desperate too. He's already reaching between, fitting his warm palms and long fingers against their cocks to hold them together as Robert pumps his hips.
    Robert can think of several better answers, but still blurts out, "What do you want?"
    "Dinner. I mean at a restaurant. A date. Oh, God. Robert, faster. Oh, fuck."
    "I thought you didn't date?" Robert asks, going slow just to watch Ethan tremble beneath him.
    "It's the... oatmeal talking," Ethan says, a hot laugh blasting out of him as he flushes and tosses his head back and forth. "Please don't tease me, I'm bad at this."
    "I think you're very good at this," Robert says, and kisses him. He quickens the pace, pressing and sliding his cock against Ethan's and into Ethan's hands. It doesn't take long to come like that, not when he's been looking at Ethan's body all morning, smelling him and watching him and trying not to consider that he'd like Ethan to be here all the time, lounging in blankets and playing with spoons and laughing. His orgasm hits him like an ache, rattling out of his body and making him cry out.
    "God damn it," Ethan says,