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Victor took care of Robin in all the ways he could during the day in the height of his heat. By the evening Robin was feeling himself again. The intense need had subsided.

Victor and Robin checked out of the hotel room that evening and went back to the house.

"Look who's back?" Arthur hollered when Robin and Victor got in the house.

"Come guys join us. I was setting up dinner," Kyle invited.

"No, we have already eaten," Victor said, nudging Robin upstairs. Robin gave Kyle a thankful smile before following Victor upstairs.

"Lawrence contacted me. He wanted to talk to you," Arthur said as they ascended the stairs.

Victor paused, his eyes darted to Robin as if looking for his reaction.

"You go to bed. I will see what he has to say," Victor said, kissing Robin on the cheek before walking away. Robin didn't understand what the point in staying in separate rooms was, now that they were going to sleep together anyway. He decided to bring it up with Victor later. Robin changed his clothes and got under the sheets, reading a book and waiting for Victor to come back. Victor didn't come back to bed that night.

Robin woke up to Victor looking down at him the next morning. Robin tried to turn around to lay on his back but Victor didn't let him.

"I couldn't help it," Victor grunted. Robin realized soon why he was saying that.

"I have been dying to be inside you again," Victor husked.

Robin would have called Victor out for using him like this if it didn't feel so amazing. Robin perked up his hip giving Victor better access. Victor looked like a man possessed. He had been holding back during Robin's heat. Now that Robin's heat was over Victor didn't need to hold back.

"Robin, are you inside?" Kyle shouted from outside the door. Robin's eyes widened in panic. He tried to look back to ask Victor to get off but Victor placed a palm on Robin's mouth and stopped him from making any sound.

"Shh…" Victor said, slowing his thrusts.

"Robin!" Kyle called again, knocking on his door.

Robin mumbled behind Victor's palm, struggling to get Victor off his back but Victor was too strong, too big for Robin to budge.

"Don't make a noise. You wouldn't want him to find out what I am doing to you," Victor warned, doing wicked things to him. Robin squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation too much for him to take.

"Breakfast ready, Robin," Kyle yelled. "Arthur is going to finish all the muffins Rody made."

In a desperate attempt to get Victor off him, Robin bit his palm.

"Fuck," Victor yelped but kept his hand in place. Robin bit down harder but Victor only tightened his hold.

"Ignore him. He will leave," Victor said in Robin's ear.

Kyle wasn't quitting. Robin wished he would take the hint and leave.

"You are starting to scare me," Kyle said. "Are you alright in there?"

Victor sped up his movements, their bodies moving in unison. Robin stopped trying to get Victor off him, knowing there was no point. So, he joined him to get to the finish point.

"Yeah baby," Victor groaned. "That's it." Victor chanted. "That's it."

Robin closed his eyes when he felt the telltale signs of his orgasm. They both stilled as their orgasm hit them, showering them waves of pleasure. Robin stood up as soon as Victor slid out. He slipped on his robe, and opened the door. Arthur, Kyle, Caroline, and Rody were all standing outside the room, trying to break in. They looked worried but the worry soon turned to annoyance when they saw Victor walking outside.

"I told you," Arthur said, throwing his hands in the air. "I am eating all the muffins," he declared before walking down the stairs.

"You could have said you were in there," Caroline grumped.

"I wasn't quite in the situation," Victor said, snaking his arm around Robin's midriff and pulling flush against his body.

"Why were you guys breaking down the house anyway?" Victor asked, bending his head and placing his lips against Robin's shoulder. Robin couldn't help the blush that was quickly spreading on his cheeks. At least his family didn't look bothered except for Kyle.

"We thought Robin was alone," Caroline answered. "We two usually sleep separately."

Kyle's face had turned into a deep shade of pink. Robin wished he could say something to make him feel better but Robin felt pretty embarrassed himself.

"We will leave you two alone. Come down for breakfast when you are ready," Kyle said before scurrying away.

After all of them left Robin turned to Victor and glared. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Victor asked, looking clueless.

"Not let me answer Kyle."

Victor leaned down, placed his lips against Robin's left ear, and whispered. "I like it when you struggle."

Robin reeled back and looked at him in shock. "You are sick, you know that?"

"I can be sicker…but only for you."

Robin was having a hard time keeping Victor away for the rest of the day. Victor ran his feet up and down Robin's legs under the table, during breakfast. He offered to clean the dishes with Robin only to find a reason to brush against him, touch his butt, and rub his manhood against his back. Robin glared at Victor which Victor replied with a drunken smirk.

Victor took Robin on every possible surface of Robin's bedroom. Robin had to forcefully dislodge himself to go to take a shower. Victor followed him there as well. He begged Robin to open the bathroom door.

"Please, Robin, I am dying," Victor exaggerated.

"You are not dying, go away," Robin said, washing thoroughly. His whole body was sticky. He kind of liked Victor's smell on him but he was sticky and sweaty and it wasn't ideal to go in front of his family like this.

"I am craving you again."

"Do you even listen to yourself? You sound sick," Robin said, shaking his head. Although he loved the explicit things Victor said. He never thought it would be something he would be into.

"I'm not lying. You don't give a lion the taste of blood and keep him starving."

"I can't orgasm anymore," Robin said, even though his cock was standing up from all of Victor's begging.

Victor went quiet on the other side. Robin turned off the shower and tried to hear Victor but there was nothing.

"Are you still there?" Robin asked but he got no answer. Scared, Robin opened the door only for it to be pushed open by Victor.

"Got you," Victor said, pushing Robin against the shower wall.

"What is wrong with you?" Robin shrieked.

"This," Victor said, showing him just what was wrong. "Don't worry, I know you are too sore."

Victor knew how to find his pleasure in RObin's body without penetrating him. And he did it thoroughly and beautifully.

Victor chuckled, kissing his shoulder softly. "You make me insatiable."

Robin pushed him away. Victor didn't protest. He stumbled back and stood at the other end of the shower stall.

"I am not doing this with you anymore," Robin said, even though the sight of him in wet clothes, eyes hungry, was messing with Robin's head.

Victor leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, and stared at Robin with hooded eyes as he took care of himself right in front of Robin.

"What are you doing?" Robin asked, trying to sound angry but failing.

"Don't mind me. Continue to shower," Victor said.

"So you are just going to do that in front of me like a pervert?" Robin asked.

"Hmm," Victor said, his voice lethargic and deep like the ocean outside.

"I can't believe my mate is a sex addict," Robin muttered before, rubbing soap on his body and cleaning himself.

Victor chuckled, his voice sending shivers down Robin's body.

"And you are the perfect wife material," Victor commented. Robin rolled his eyes.

Victor cleaned himself when he was done and sighed. "I should leave the house and clear my head," Victor muttered. "You are making me go insane. I need to fix it before I break my cock."

"Yeah, you probably should," Robin said.