Robert Downey Jr/Tom Hiddleston - chocolate

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Apparently, Robert has a plan.

Tom wanders into the lounge and looks around. Robert's supposed to be in here somewhere--and he has a plan for them, which has Tom both excited and very slightly nervous all at once. He looks around, spots Robert, and approaches. He leans down and kisses his cheek. "Hey, you," he says, softly, with a smile.

Robert definitely has a plan. A plan that he's been thinking about for quite some time. He grins up at Tom. "Hey, yourself," he says, tugging him in for a real kiss.

Tom kisses him back, letting the kiss linger without getting too serious before they're even alone. "So glad we could do this."

"I'm just glad our schedules worked out," Robert says, kissing him again. "Come on--I've got a room ready," he said, reaching for Tom's hand.

Tom takes Robert's hand and gives it a squeeze as they head for the lifts. "It's so good to see you."

"You look good... not like you're working too hard," Robert says, looking over at him. "Are you just camouflaging it well, or are you really not working too hard?"

"Working hard combined with a little bit of camouflage," says Tom. "And I think just receiving a text from you makes me glow."

"Ooh... do you get asked who's sending you messages when you get one from me and go all glowy?" Robert asks, grinning back at him. "Do you blush and flutter?"

Tom lifts his chin. "I don't flutter," he says. But then he grins and leans in for a kiss. "But yes, there are most certainly comments and questions and speculation and everybody wants to know about my secret lover."

"Secret lover... that makes me sound so cool and mysterious," Robert says, walking Tom back against the elevator wall and kissing him again.

Tom runs his hands down Robert's back. "Cool, mysterious, sexy, gorgeous..."

"You know I'm gonna put out even if you don't flatter me," Robert says, rocking against Tom's body. "Not that I want you to stop..."

Tom laughs and leans down to kiss Robert's cheek. "I'm sure you don't." The elevator doors open. "Is this our floor?"

"This is our floor, baby," Robert says, taking his hand and tugging Tom along after him, stopping when they get to the door and looking back at him, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Rob," Tom says with a smile. "I trust you."

"Good," Robert says, smiling back at him. "Take off your clothes."

Tom hums, just a short little hum of both appreciation and curiosity. He strips out of his clothes, not making much of a show about it, but they are out in a hallway after all. He gathers every article up in his arms, smiles brightly at Robert, and says, "What now?"

Robert reaches into his pocket and, with a dramatic flick of his hand, displays a black silk blindfold. "This," he says.

Tom's lips move into an O of surprise and delight, but he says nothing. He just steps closer to Robert.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes, please Robert, you're a sex god," Robert decides, leaning in and kissing Tom before he ties the blindfold securely over his eyes. "Good? Nice and dark?"

Tom makes a purring noise. "Yes, Robert, it's nice and dark and you're a sex god."

"That's my boy," Robert says, grinning widely, trusting that Tom will be able to tell even with his eyes covered. "I'm going to open the door and lead you through. Take about five steps in, then toss your clothes over to the side and out of your way, then keep following me," he says.

Oh, listen to that grin on his face. Tom smiles, too. "You have all the best ideas," he murmurs. He waits for the door to open, and Robert's hand on his elbow. Five steps into the room, Tom tosses his clothing aside.

Robert makes an approving noise. "Keep following, and when I stop, I want you to kneel," he says. "I want you using all the senses you've got left. Kneel, and tell me what you can sense," he says.

Tom follows, and he doesn't bump into Robert when he stops walking. Tom sinks down to his knees. "It's warm," he murmurs, after a moment. You're still standing close. The carpet is very, very soft."

Robert trails his fingers over Tom's cheeks, very lightly. "Good boy," he murmurs. He moves his hand away, a soft sound of metal brushing against metal coming from very close. "What now?"

Tom doesn't wait long. He takes a sniff of the air. He smiles. "Sweet. It's--Robert," he says, smile growing, "there's warm, melted chocolate in here."

"Is there?" Robert's grinning again. "Why... Tom, do you like chocolate?" he says. "Now why would I remember that..."

Tom laughs. "I remember the desserts we had when we'd all get together, and so do you. I think I made everyone a little uncomfortable."

"I think Mark was only uncomfortable because you weren't just making him feel uncomfortable, you were making him feel other things," Robert says, laughing too. "Now... if I remember right, you're also remarkably picky about your chocolate," he says, dipping his fingers in one of the warming dishes and bringing them to Tom's lips. "Tell me what you think."

Tom licks Robert's fingers, then shakes his head. "Mm. Too sweet."

"Too sweet... okay," Robert murmurs, wiping his fingers off carefully and choosing another dish. "How about this?" he asks, smearing a little on Tom's lip.

Tom licks the chocolate off his lip. "Mm--that's not bad. I'd say that one might just hit the spot."

"Not bad... I'm looking for more of a ringing endorsement than not bad," Robert says. "What about... this," he says, offering Tom his chocolate-dipped finger again.

Tom darts out his tongue for a lick, gasps, and sucks Robert's finger right into his mouth. He moans.

"Mmm... much better," Robert says, stroking Tom's hair with his free hand. "Those are the sounds I remember from Mark's dining room. Couldn't see your dick getting hard that time though. This is better."

Tom laughs softly when he releases Robert's finger. "I don't get hard over chocolate."

"No?" Robert says, moving his leg in between Tom's knees and rocking up against his dick. "So then this has something to do with me, does it?" he asks, offering Tom another lick of chocolate.

Tom groans as he licks Robert's finger again. "God--that is so good." And if he rocks his hips forward... well... that's not his fault.

Robert laughs softly, letting Tom get a good rub in before he moves his leg away. "Now you can see why I told you not to eat before you came," he says. This time when he brushes against Tom's mouth, it's with a perfectly ripened strawberry, dripping in chocolate.

Tom can smell it. He moans aqain, opens his mouth, and takes a bite. "Oh God, that's good."

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are like this?" Robert asks, crouching down in front of Tom, leaning in and licking a bit of chocolate off of the corner of his mouth. "Chocolate whore," he whispers.

Tom manages a breathy sort of laugh. "I've been called a whore more than once--by you--but never a chocolate whore."

"Only because I haven't had the opportunity yet," Robert says. This time, he offers Tom a piece of peach.

Tom eats it eagerly, greedily, and licks at Robert's fingers afterwards. "God!"

He laughs, sliding his fingers into Tom's mouth again. "You sure chocolate doesn't turn you on?" Robert teases. "Maybe you can smell chocolate, but I can smell hot boy who's so turned on he's dripping onto that nice, soft carpet."

Tom moans again, sucking hard on Robert's fingers. When they were withdrawn, Tom says, "Can't you just accept that it's you?"

"I think I will," Robert says. "So... do you want more?" he asks.

"Please," Tom says. "Yes, I want more."

"Good boy," Robert whispers, dipping his whole palm into the chocolate and offering it to Tom, thumb smearing over his lip. "Clean everything," he murmurs, free hand reaching down to touch Tom's cock... not to stroke, just to trail his finger over the head.

Tom moans again as his hips jerk forward. He licks Robert's hand, over and over, licking up all the chocolate. Licking Robert's hand. He knows he has chocolate on the end of his nose, but he doesn't care. This? This is hot.

"You are so fucking sexy," Robert tells him, leaning in to lick the bit of chocolate off Tom's nose. "If I spread this on my dick, you'd probably choke yourself, trying to get every last drop, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Tom gasps out. "Yes, I would."

"Is that what you want?" Robert asks, smearing chocolate across Tom's lips, leaning in and kissing him hard, then staying close enough that Tom can lick the chocolate off of his mouth. "Do you want to lick me clean all over?" he whispered.

"Oh God." Tom swallows hard and nods. "Yes--please, Daddy, yes. Let me lick you all over."

"Not yet, baby," Robert whispers against his lips, giving him a slow, hard bite to the lower one. "I want something from you first."

"Tell me," says Tom.

"I want you to come for me," Robert says, sliding his chocolate-covered fingers into Tom's mouth again. "I want to see just what it'll take to get you to come for me, right here on your knees. I'll give you whatever you need--my voice, my touch, whatever I can give you--but you can't touch yourself."

Tom sucks hard on Robert's fingers again; moans when they're pulled back. "Talk to me, Daddy. Please--say anything, everything. Touch me. It won't take much." He hasn't come for a solid week now.

"It won't, huh? All worked up?" Robert murmurs, close enough to touch, but not quite letting his fingers move over Tom's dick. "I've been thinking of doing this since before we even got together... wondered just what would happen if you were put in a room with no reason to censor yourself, and as much good chocolate as you could stomach. There's a flush in your skin that you get when you're feeling pleasure, and I wanted to see just how far down that colour would go. One more bet with myself that I won," he whispers.

"You're so good, Daddy," says Tom with another of those breathy laughs. "I thought you were watching me a bit too closely, but on the other hand, that was some really good chocolate." Mark had spared no expense; Tom had kissed him on the cheek for it.

"Well... I've never really been all that subtle unless I'm being paid for it," Robert agrees, sliding one hand down Tom's back, toward his ass. "I still think there's some value to the idea of getting you pierced. Not that it would take dripping chocolate over it for me to lick and suck on that until you came screaming," he adds, fingers rubbing right behind Tom's balls.

Tom swears at him. Well, not really at him. He shudders hard. "Rob--Daddy--oh, God, we can... talk..." He swallows and rests his forehead against Robert's shoulder.

"We can do a lot of things, but right now, I want you to come for me, baby," Robert whispers, fingers pressing a little more firmly. "Or are you waiting for me to drip chocolate through your cheeks and lick it into your ass?"

Tom moans, shudders, and he comes with a soft cry. He sags against Robert, dislodging his blindfold a little bit.

Which is fine with Robert... they won't be needing it anymore. "Good boy... such a good boy," he whispers, easing away the blindfold. "Open your eyes when you're ready."

Tom turns his head, just a little, gasping for breath. And then he opens his eyes a few moments later, smiling. "You are so good to me."

"Being good to you is good for both of us, trust me," Robert says, kissing him nice and slowly. "I didn't even get through half of the chocolate I had brought up here--come look," he says, groaning as he pushes to his feet, and offers Tom his hand.

Tom takes Robert's hand and gets to his feet, smoothly, though he winces in sympathy for Robert. He lets himself be led straight to the chocolate and peers down with a smile. "That first one--that was for you, wasn't it?" He drops a kiss to Robert's cheek. "Heathen."

"Bet your fine English ass," Robert says, taking Tom's hand, dipping his fingers in the chocolate, and bringing it to his mouth so he can suck it off. "You're crazy. Hot, but crazy," he says.

"I was about to say the same thing about you," Tom laughs, eyes drawn to Robert's mouth. "I'm going to need to work on you and your palate. You like your chocolate far too sweet."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Robert says, licking any traces of chocolate away from his mouth. "I'm old and set in my ways. However, if you want to strip me naked, drip that stuff that was making you moan like a whore anywhere you like on my body and lick it away, who am I to say no to my very, very good boy?"

"I won't be able to even look at food tomorrow," says Tom, with a big, big grin.

"I'll work it off of you," Robert promises.

"I just bet you will," Tom says. He starts working at Robert's clothes, stripping him down bit by bit.

Robert sighs as his zipper is lowered and the pressure comes off his dick. "Thank God... that was killing me," he murmurs.

"I wouldn't have minded at all if you'd lowered your zipper," Tom says, grinning. He kisses Robert's hip, then gets up to his feet.

"Next time...I got distracted," Robert admits. "Sexy chocolate whore boys named Tom do that to me."

"Keep calling me 'chocolate whore' and I'm likely to start laughing," Tom warns him as he tugs Robert toward the bed.

"So, I should stick with just whore then?" Robert asks, letting Tom pull him along. "My beautiful fucking slut?"

Tom swallows hard. "Yes--yes, that... works." He licks his lip and urges Robert down onto the bed. "So I assume that you're not going to end up with an exorbitant bill for cleaning services if any of the chocolate drips onto the blankets?"

"Probably not," Robert says, shrugging and grinning at Tom. "It'll be worth it even if I do."

Tom laughs. He leans down, gives Robert a quick kiss, then says, "Get comfortable, handsome. I'll be right back." He moves away to get the warm bowl of the best chocolate; there's a gleam in his eyes that's downright wicked when he crawls up onto the bed. "You're going to be tasty."

"You're going to be all fat tummied like Winnie the Pooh after honey, only sexy and not made of plush and I kind of wish I hadn't started making that comparison--please, ignore me and go back to covering me in chocolate and moaning."

Tom sits still for a moment, looking at Robert. "You are... such a delight," he says, with a huge grin. He crawls up the bed, dips his finger in the chocolate, and paints a stripe across Robert's chest. "And a little strange." He leans in and licks up the chocolate, moaning softly. Sweet, and skin-salty. Not a bad combination.

Robert bites back a groan, arching up a little under Tom's mouth. "Yeah...you knew that going in, gorgeous, so no sympathy for you," he says, laughing a little.

Another finger-painted stripe of chocolate; another long lick across Robert's chest. "I don't feel that should stop me from pointing it out to you."

"No...it's a perfectly valid point," Robert agrees, licking at his lips as he watches Tom. "Jesus, you're sexy."

Tom smiles up at him. "Now isn't that nice of you to say?" This time, the line of chocolate goes all the way down to Robert's belly button--and of course, so does Tom's tongue. He moans.

Robert lets his head fall back for a moment, closing his eyes and swearing softly under his breath. "Still taste good?" he asks, voice hoarse.

"Tastes different," Tom says. "I understand why some people like a sweet-salty combination. It's not the same as just having chocolate." He slips down lower on he bed and draws shapes on Robert's belly, which he proceeds to lick up, nice and slow, a little at a time.

"Excellent...I'm the human version of a chocolate covered pretzel," Robert murmurs, shivering at the cool air of the room against his just licked skin.

Tom grins up at him for a moment, then slides down the bed a little more. His voice drops lower, taking on a velvety sort of tone. "Look how hard you are. You're practically dripping for me. Who knew you liked it so much when I enjoy what I have in my mouth?" He drags his chocolate-covered finger over Robert's cock and follows it with his tongue.

Robert swears again, not so quietly this time. Tom, bringing out the sexy voice and the dirty talk. Is it Robert's birthday?

"You know how much I get off on you getting off," he rasps out.

"I don't 'get off' on chocolate, Rob," Tom insists, though he doesn't look up. He'll say he's just too focused on his task of painting stripes of chocolate on Robert's cock for him to lick off.

Yeah, right. "You do get off on sucking my dick," Robert points out, having a harder time all the time being coherent.

"I do," Tom agrees. "I really, really do." He sets the chocolate aside, then moves back onto the bed to kneel between Robert's legs. He gives Robert a naughty smile before he leans down and takes Robert's cock into his mouth.

"I've noticed...fuck," Robert groans, pushing up into Tom's mouth. "Do you miss it, Tom? When we're not in the same place, does your mouth water, thinking about my cock?"

Tom merely hums in response. He's not about to stop what he's doing. He's horny, not crazy; he's already got his rocks off. It's Robert's turn. Tom works his mouth over Robert's cock, slow and teasing; takes his time to ramp up Robert's excitement.

"Gonna take that as a yes, baby," Robert murmurs, letting his legs sprawl open a little wider, enjoying the slow burn.

Tom wants this all the time. He thinks about it. When he's getting himself off, he finds himself sucking on his fingers and imagining that they're Robert's cock. He can't recall he last time he enjoyed this so much--but just imagining having Robert's prick in his mouth is enough to make Tom hard.

"Jesus... I could spend all day letting you do this," Robert says, voice low. "Nice and slow, just keep you on your knees, get you to back off when you get me close, slow things down, then start it up again. I bet you could come from this, or damned close."

Tom pulls away, dragging his tongue up Robert's cock. He looks up at him. "I need to start keeping a list of all the things you think could make me come. Last time we were together, didn't you think I could come just from dancing to 'Inertia Creeps'?"

"Yes... although to be fair, I'm pretty sure that I was about to come from watching you dance to 'Inertia Creeps'," Robert admits, reaching down and tugging on Tom's curls. "Go ahead. Keep that list--I dare you," he teases. "Then we'll have to go through the list, one at a time, and find out if I'm right."

"Oh, I'll do it." Tom nuzzles at the base of Robert's cock. "Don't think I won't. And--may I just say--" he moves his mouth lower, over Robert's balls, "you seem to really like watching me dance."

Robert groans, spreading his legs even wider for Tom. "I really fucking do," he says, licking at his lips. "Jesus, your mouth."

"What about my mouth, Daddy?" Tom asks in a velvety purr. He pushes his hands beneath Robert's hips and lifts him up a little higher, giving him better access--letting him lick back behind Robert's balls now, all teasing with the tip of his tongue.

Robert swears, low and filthy. "You know exactly what about your mouth, baby," he says, head going back and eyes closing for a moment. "Fuck me," he moans. He pauses for a moment, tilts his head, then lifts it and grins at Tom. "Oh, that is the best idea."

Tom's head comes up again, and a slow grin crosses his face. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Hell, yes, you should fuck me," Robert says, grin getting even wider. "Unless you're not into that, but by the smile on your face, I'm thinking you might not mind so much."

"I think it's something I could be coerced into," Tom says, still grinning. "And I'm ready for you, if you're ready for me."

"Oh, I am so fucking ready for you to put that beautiful dick in me," Robert assures him. "Seriously--you can even use chocolate flavoured lube if you really want to. Although not actual chocolate. I have some limits. Not many, but some."

Tom laughs. "I cannot with the flavoured lube," he admits as he starts crawling up the bed. He makes sure to stretch out as much of his body over Robert's as he reaches out for lube and a condom from the bedside table.

"Good to know," Robert says, sliding his hands down over Tom's ass, giving him a good squeeze as he sprawls over Robert's body. "I'll cancel the order for a gallon of pineapple flavoured."

"Good." Tom kisses him. "How do you want me? How do you want this?" he asks, against Robert's mouth.

"Hmm... been awhile," Robert admits, "but I want to see your face. Like this, baby... just like this."

"I'll make it so good for you. I promise." Tom kisses him again, and again, and again. He squeezes lube onto his fingers and reaches down, between Robert's legs, and rubs his fingertips over his hole.

"I know you will," Robert says, breathless even before Tom's fingers are pressing against him. "Fuck... Tom," he murmurs, tilting his head back again.

"Look at you," Tom murmurs, watching Robert's face all the while, as he carefully eases a fingertip inside him. "Look how utterly gorgeous you are." He's the luckiest boy on the planet.

"More... I can take more, I promise, don't let these delicate good looks fool you, I'm not really a dainty flower," Robert says, all in one breath, moaning again and tensing around Tom's finger.

Tom can't stop the laugh that bubbles up in his throat. He kisses Robert's shoulder and pushes another finger inside him. "Like this?" he whispers. "Does this feel good?"

"Oh fucking goddamn, yes," Robert says, laughing and then groaning, pushing back against Tom's hand. "Why the hell do I let it go so long every time? How fucking stupid am I, seriously?"

Tom kisses his neck. "If you want this, you only need to ask." He keeps moving his fingers in a slow gentle rhythm; he can feel Robert's cock hard and dripping against his hip. "Just tell me when you're ready for me."

"Oh believe me, babe, I will tell you," Robert assures him, moving with Tom's fingers, swearing again when they touch him just right. "Little more... I'm not gonna have you laughing at me tomorrow because I'm walking like an old man because I made you skimp on the prep."

"I would never laugh at you." Tom chuckles softly and drags his tongue over Robert's neck. "What a thing to suggest about your boy..." He twists his fingers, just a little, just right.

"Considering that even the idea of it made you laugh? You're a--Jesus FUCK, do that again!" Robert orders, back arching up off the bed.

Tom smiles. "Bossy," he teases. He flicks his tongue over Robert's nipple as he twists his fingers again.

"You like it," Robert shoots back, cock jerking against his stomach as he moans all over again. "You fucking rub off every chance you get thinking about the next time I'm gonna tell you what to do, don't you, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy. I love it." Tom licks Robert's nipple again. He wants, so badly, to be inside him. He rubs his own cock against Robert's thigh.

"Fuck... yes, fucking do it--fuck me," Robert gasps out, pushing his leg up against Tom's dick. "Get the hell inside me and fuck me, Tom."

"Bossy!" Tom gasps out. He pulls his fingers free and scrambles for the condom and the lube. His hands are actually trembling as he tries to get the condom on.

"Love it... you fucking love it," Robert says, spreading his legs wider, one hand going to stroke his cock, thumb rubbing over the head. "C'mon,baby, give me your fucking cock."

A moment later, and Tom starts to push inside Robert's body. He groans, loudly, his head falling forward as he squeezes his eyes shut. Robert's body is tight and hot and Tom can't imagine ever wanting anyone else.

"Fuck... oh, fuck," Robert gasps, arms wrapping around Tom's shoulders, fingers digging in against his back. "Oh Jesus, don't fucking stop, Tom."

Tom has no intention of stopping. He can't say this out loud right now, as his voice seems to have run away, so all he can do is start moving. He pushes in deep, again and again, though for now his rhythm is slow and steady. It takes all of his self-control to keep himself from just taking.

Unfortunately for Tom, now that Robert's over the initial burn, he's not about to let things be slow and steady. He growls under his breath, dragging his fingers down Tom's back to his ass. "Tom? Fuck me," he orders, body tensing around Tom's cock.

Tom chokes out a noise that sounds like it might have wanted to be a curse. He starts moving faster, harder, fucking Robert. It's a good thing he's got off once already; otherwise, he probably would have come just from hearing Robert say that.

Robert groans, head tilting back, throat bared. "Oh fuck... fuck, fuck, yes," he says. "Good boy... Daddy's good, good boy. Don't stop--keep going, just like that."

Oh, Tom has no intentions of stopping. He knows it'll have to end, sooner or later, but right now--right in this very moment, sheathed deep in Robert's body--there's no way Tom's stopping without anything short of divine intervention.

Robert doesn't do this nearly enough, and from Tom's reaction, he's guessing that Tom doesn't either... but you wouldn't know it from the way Tom's fucking him. It's good, so fucking good, and if there is a list of things that Robert wants to do a lot more? This is going on it.

Tom braces himself on one arm next to Robert. His free hand pushes between their bodies and he starts to stroke Robert's cock, sure and steady. He still can't make a noise other than his moans, but he's not letting up on Robert any time soon.

Robert gasps for breath, and makes a broken sound. "Tom," he forces out, tensing around him, trying to get Tom to move even faster.

The way Robert's body tightens has Tom faltering instead; barely holding on. He groans. Oh, fuck, he can't.

He laughs, but it comes out more like a groan. "Oh, you wanna come, don't you? Come right in Daddy's ass, baby? C'mon--get me off. Get me off, and you can come until you're screaming," Robert promises.

The next moan that escapes Tom's throat sounds almost tortured--but if that's the case, this is definitely the best kind of torture ever. Even as his hips falter, his hand keeps working, sure and confident.

Another few sure strokes of Tom's hand and Robert lets the fuck go, bucking underneath Tom's body, swearing a blue streak through his entire release.

It shouldn't be so damn sexy when Robert swears like that. But it is. It just does things to Tom. Half of what Robert says does incredible things to Tom, inside and out. And a moment later, Tom comes too, not quite screaming the way Robert had said, but definitely shouting down the roof.

Screaming, shouting, it's all sexy as hell. Robert shudders underneath Tom's body, groaning loudly. "Oh fuck...oh fuck, I think you killed me," he mumbles.

Tom collapses onto Robert's chest. He's quite certain he's dead.

Tom's heavier than he looks, but Robert really doesn't care. He wraps his arms around his waist and gasps for breath, trying to locate his brain. Yep. Gone.

Seconds... minutes... hours... days?... later, Tom gently withdraws from Robert's body, disposes of the condom, and collapses beside him on the bed. "So," he says, still breathless, "hi."

"Mmmm... hi," Robert says, squirming over onto his side and smiling at Tom. "So. Wanna come there often?"