Bad Boy

The elf breathed onto Robbie’s skin, and Robbie shivered at it, gripping his shoulders.
“My favorite part of the game,” Sportacus murmured, pushing against Robbie’s entrance once he had gotten out of his clothes. Robbie whimpered, already hard again and wanting stimulation. Sportacus took his own arousal in hand and guided it into the man underneath him, shuddering at both the sensation as he slid in, and also the sounds Robbie was making. He groaned quietly once he was fully encompassed, and opened his eyes to look at Robbie.
Robbie had his eyes shut and head tilted back, breathing hard. Sportacus had considered making Robbie plead a little more, but two factors stopped him. The first being that he wanted to continue too badly to hold back any further, and the second being that Robbie looked so helpless as it was, the sports elf didn’t have it in him to deny the man any more. He moved slowly, and shuddered at the low moan the movement wrenched from Robbie.
“You… like playing?” Sportacus prompted, thrusting a little hard. He knew well enough what Robbie’s limits were, and this was a game often played. Robbie whimpered.
‘Y.. y-yes,” he managed. “D-don’t stop…” Sportacus shivered and continued thrusting, head lowered to lick and nibble at Robbie’s neck while the man writhed underneath him. He pumped in and out, slowly and gently at first, but as Robbie rubbed against him, skin to skin, the thrusts became quicker, rougher, until both were panting (though Sportacus less so than Robbie) and all teasing stopped immediately. They were both far too focused on their mutual goal to allow any more distractions.
If Sportacus had to pick only a single game to play for the rest of his life, he’d choose these games with Robbie. He was sure of that.
He heard Robbie say his name breathlessly and groan, and he felt the twitching organ trapped between his body and Robbie’s finally release. The sports elf shuddered and gently bit Robbie’s shoulder, leaving teeth impressions on the pale skin as he moaned loudly and ground his hips once more against Robbie, emptying himself with one final thrust.
They both lay still for a moment before Sportacus let go of Robbie, admiring in a mildly tired way the mark his teeth had left. It would fade in a bit, but he was always one for enjoying the moment. He caught his breath more quickly than Robbie, and pulled out slowly, moving to lay beside the taller man. He wrapped his arms around Robbie’s torso and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck affectionately. Robbie grunted.
“You know,” he said quietly, and Sportacus practically lapped up the way his voice sounded a little rough. “I never took you for a cuddler.”
Sportacus laughed.
“You didn’t take me for a lot of things, did you Robbie?” he responded. Robbie snorted, but was quickly lulled asleep by the gentle touches the elf was lavishing him with. A brush of fingertips across his chest, a hand running through his hair, and the soft breath against his neck. It was hopeless. He fell asleep within seconds.
Sportacus dozed rather than slept, and waited for him to wake up for another game.

AN:
End! It's short, but I needed this bastard to be over with so I can focus on OTHER smut.