After his conversation with Utena Robin felt distinctly in need of a drink. Well, several drinks. As many as possible. And, perhaps, a nice soak in the sauna
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Dieter came in, wearing only a Speedo, with a towel slung over his shoulder. "Ah, it is the wonderful dancer from the other week! I never did thank you for the rose." As Dieter walked over to the bar, it became fairly obvious that the Speedo was very black, very tight, and the water still trapped in it made it very shiny, so that light danced around all the curves it contained.
Robin was suddenly feeling better. He grinned at Dieter, "Oh, my dear prince, the pleasure was all mine. Join me for a drink?"
His gaze lingering on the speedo, winding it's way up Dieter's chest, and finally resting on Dieter's lips, Robin felt a certain amount of reverence for the nventors of Speedos and made a note to send an appropriate gift.
"Of course. Do you think they have a decent lager here?" He poked around the back of the bar. The drink he was looking for was on a low shelf, and he bent over to reach it. The can tipped over when he tried to grab it, and he bent a little farther, with his bum still high in the air. He retrieved the can, stood back up and stretched, giving the Speedo's elastic a good workout. "Swimming feels so good in the lake, but it always makes me tight in the shoulders," he said. "Not like dancing or tennis. They make me feel very loose."
Robin enjoyed the view with a wolfish grin. "Well, sweet Dieter, if you're tense we should do something to loosen you up. Can't have you staying tight all night - you may burst."
Picking up his drink, Robin looked around the room in apparent deep thought. "Now, what could we do to relax you?"
Robin raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Oh, prince, I have excellent hands."
Slipping behind Dieter, Robin started to massage at the man's shoulders. Kneading and working the muscles, the Puck worked his way down to Dieter's lower back. Thousands of years with humans had taught Robin the art of the perfect massage and he lavished his attention on Dieter.
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His gaze lingering on the speedo, winding it's way up Dieter's chest, and finally resting on Dieter's lips, Robin felt a certain amount of reverence for the nventors of Speedos and made a note to send an appropriate gift.
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Picking up his drink, Robin looked around the room in apparent deep thought. "Now, what could we do to relax you?"
Reply
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Slipping behind Dieter, Robin started to massage at the man's shoulders. Kneading and working the muscles, the Puck worked his way down to Dieter's lower back. Thousands of years with humans had taught Robin the art of the perfect massage and he lavished his attention on Dieter.
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