[ They're getting plenty of looks now. Speculative, jealous, interested, even a few sneers of disgust. A man passing by drifts a hand across Robin's ankle and Superboy can hear the increase of his pulse. Robin could shatter the man's jaw with a single kick but here he has to allow it, has to smile and simper and melt into Superboy's arms.
He doesn't like it. He doesn't like any of this, and ducks his face sullenly into the side of Robin's neck, putting his mouth on his skin, both hands cupping Robin's chest like some of the other men seem to be doing to the girls in their laps. Another boy to their right, older but still slender and delicate, sits face to face with a heavyset man in a suit and squeals in sudden distress as the slap of a leather thong comes down on his skin, and then moans theatrically as the man's fingers disappear between his thighs. The scent of sex, sweat and fresh blood is hot and thick in the air over the haze of cigar smoke and brandy fumes. ]
That doesn't look like play.
[ The boy's cheeks are streaked with tears, his ass and back a cherry red from the kiss of the leather. His eyes are closed and his mouth open in apparent pleasure for whatever's going on between his legs, and as Superboy watches the man in the suit takes the boy's chin roughly and pulls him in for a crushing kiss, guiding him like he had no will of his own.
The kiss makes his cheeks flame hot for no reason he can fathom, and he shifts uncomfortably beneath Robin. ]
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He doesn't like it. He doesn't like any of this, and ducks his face sullenly into the side of Robin's neck, putting his mouth on his skin, both hands cupping Robin's chest like some of the other men seem to be doing to the girls in their laps. Another boy to their right, older but still slender and delicate, sits face to face with a heavyset man in a suit and squeals in sudden distress as the slap of a leather thong comes down on his skin, and then moans theatrically as the man's fingers disappear between his thighs. The scent of sex, sweat and fresh blood is hot and thick in the air over the haze of cigar smoke and brandy fumes. ]
That doesn't look like play.
[ The boy's cheeks are streaked with tears, his ass and back a cherry red from the kiss of the leather. His eyes are closed and his mouth open in apparent pleasure for whatever's going on between his legs, and as Superboy watches the man in the suit takes the boy's chin roughly and pulls him in for a crushing kiss, guiding him like he had no will of his own.
The kiss makes his cheeks flame hot for no reason he can fathom, and he shifts uncomfortably beneath Robin. ]