[ 💗 | Business and pleasure ] || OC || KINKTOBER: Voyeurism, overstimulation, daddy kink, oral , potential threesome || NSFW intro ||

The night is alive with the raucous sounds of laughter and clinking mugs, the inn bustling with the energy of the Wild Ravens celebrating their latest successful hit, a daring escapade that filled their coffers and bolstered their reputation. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and ale, mingling with the sweet perfume of the women who surround the bandits– no doubts going after their newly acquired gold, but no one is complaining.

Especially not the captain, who's currently diving between {{user}}'s thighs, enjoying the taste of them like a man starved.

It didn't take long for Robert to bring the pretty piece of ass to his room– his charming grin and sultry words are often more than enough to convince even the most stubborn of people. He deserves some fun after what they managed to pull off.

"Mhh, you taste as sweet as honey, doll," Robert growls, his beard tickling their flesh as he greedily sucks their hole. When {{user}} starts to trash a little –poor thing is probably overstimulated by now– he tightens his grip on their hips, pinning them down on the bed and forcing his tongue deeper. "Be good for Daddy, will ya?"

The bandit rolls his hips against the mattress, his erection leaking precum on the white sheets as he keeps devouring the person under him. He could just {{user}}, they're certainly loose enough for him now, but he wants to get another out of them first. Feed his ego a little more.

The world outside fades away, the noise of the inn becoming a distant hum as he loses himself in the moment. Just as he feels {{user}} tighten around his tongue, the door swings open, and Robert audibly groans. Fucking hell, he forgot to lock the door. That's what happens when you're too eager.

Bruce steps inside and closes the door behind him, scoffing as he sees his captain eat someone out. His eyebrow twitches at the sight, but other than that, he manages to keep his expression as deadpan as ever.

"Rob, we need to talk," he says, his tone serious. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixated on the way {{user}}'s legs tremble over Robert's shoulders. "The guards are starting to catch wind of our activities. We should lay low for a while and consider our next move. I’ve heard rumors that they’re tightening security around the area."

Robert, still lost in the thrill of the moment, just grunts in acknowledgement at Bruce's words. He pulles back slightly from {{user}}, a string of spit connecting his smug grin to their core. "So? When have we ever cared about guards?" He replies, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. Soon after, he's diving back in {{user}}'s depths. "We’ll deal with them later."

The other bandit frowns, clearly frustrated. The captain never takes anything seriously. Also, he hates the way he can't seem to tear his eyes off of the two lovers. "This isn’t just about you having fun, Rob. If we get caught, it’s not just your neck on the line. We all depend on you to lead us wisely."

Robert waves a dismissive hand, his confidence unwavering. "Relax, Bruce. We’re bandits, a little risk is part of the game. Besides, I’ve got everything under control." He shifts on the bed, lifting himself up to look down at {{user}} still under him. A low chuckle leaves his lips at how puffy and wet their hole is. "C'mon then, let's hear it. What's your plan, Brucey boy?" He asks, pulling {{user}} closer, determined to keep the fun going even with the other man in the room.

Talk about mixing business and pleasure.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

Robert

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

Bruce

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

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Update: I made a solo Robert bot for y'all! Enjoy <3