[ and now they wait. superboy practices his stony face, folding his arms across his chest to keep his hands from clenching every time someone touches robin. he can hear what they're saying and he can also hear the effect it's having on robin's heartbeat, all but galloping now. what he can't tell is if it's simple adrenaline or anxiety, excitement or fear. robin doesn't break character once, looking and sounding every inch the helpless pet they think he is.
it makes him wonder how much of it really is acting, and he suddenly wishes he'd thought to ask robin about how experienced he was before they got here. implanted knowledge or not, even he knows that this is no place to offer up real vulnerabilities. every predator in this place would swoop down if they even suspected that he was a virgin, much less someone who looked and was dressed like robin.
but that's why superboy is here, he reminds himself uncertainly. to make sure nothing bad happens. he has to trust that robin knows what he's doing and what he can handle. it's his job just to watch.
so that's what he does, leaving off his pretense of looking at anyone else in the room and keeping his gaze firmly on robin.
the man stroking his thigh wears a gray suit and has wandering hands, eventually sliding up robin's leg under the skirt to cup and fondle him through his thin panties. he wants to see that pretty skirt tented, he says to his companion. check and see if there's a cock at all underneath the satin. ]
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it makes him wonder how much of it really is acting, and he suddenly wishes he'd thought to ask robin about how experienced he was before they got here. implanted knowledge or not, even he knows that this is no place to offer up real vulnerabilities. every predator in this place would swoop down if they even suspected that he was a virgin, much less someone who looked and was dressed like robin.
but that's why superboy is here, he reminds himself uncertainly. to make sure nothing bad happens. he has to trust that robin knows what he's doing and what he can handle. it's his job just to watch.
so that's what he does, leaving off his pretense of looking at anyone else in the room and keeping his gaze firmly on robin.
the man stroking his thigh wears a gray suit and has wandering hands, eventually sliding up robin's leg under the skirt to cup and fondle him through his thin panties. he wants to see that pretty skirt tented, he says to his companion. check and see if there's a cock at all underneath the satin. ]