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Getting himself into this position with his agent of all fucking people is not something Robotnik would have expected. But for reasons unbeknownst to his vastly superior intelligence, Walters had insisted on the two of them doing this undercover op together. Posing, ostensibly as a couple of some kind or as much as you can attribute that kind of relationship to the people who frequent this establishment.
He doesn't know if the old man is dense, is trying to set them up together or this is a thinly veiled nod to the relationship he and Stone already have behind closed doors and honestly he's not interested in finding out. The less he knows about what Walters knows about his sex life the better.
And even in his more provocative days in the folly of youth and hormonal highs he had left behind in favour of work. He never would have been found in a place like this. But this is their targets preferred haunt, has a few people he likes to keep a close eye on and a penchant for turning duos with particular tastes into trios, even just for a night.
The perfect set-up to send him and Stone into unfortunately.
The air is warm and the lights are dim, music thrums through the space. At least it is not crowded. Scantily clad waiters duck in and out of side doors, moving to couples or individuals or groups all seated at tables or round cushions or booths.
There is a center stage with a raised platform, different implements on display there and hanging across the walls. Various pieces neatly tied into the architecture to give the place a veneer of respectability it does not deserve. Makes him want to stick his nose up, turn himself away and drag his agent alongside him.
Alas, Walters is sure to cut his funding if he did so, and the little bugger they're tracking down has been imitating Robotnik tech (with significant failure he might add). So there is a bit of personal vendetta involved as well.
Stone follows him easily through the space, not saying a word and never more than a pace behind him. All part of the act, he knows his barnacle has already calculated the entrances and exits, scanning the crowd for their mark.
He chooses a booth, curved plush seating around an empty table. Crossing one leg over the other as Stone takes his place alongside Robotnik. Not sitting next to him no, but kneeling at his feet. Forehead pressed to Robotniks leg and body a strong warm line of muscle against him.
Its a heady kind of power, only amplified by how they're dressed.
His own outfit hasn't changed much, a simple black collared shirt, open at the neck and with the sleeves rolled. He's wearing leather gloves with the mechanisms sandwiched between the fabric and unseen to any outside observer. Tight black pants and shiny leather dress shoes. Feels a little ridiculous, he must admit and exposed without his jacket.
Stone is probably feeling that to a greater extent. He's topless, save for the harness over his shoulders and crossing around his chest. Framing brown skin and muscular pectorals excellently. The "pants" he wears are just as exposing. Simple black fabric cut high along the thigh that turns into nothing but detailed mesh panelling down the leg. A simple black boot with a heel, leather creasing as Stone gets in position. He's quite sure his sycophant will have plenty to say about that when all is said and done.
Still, Stone is a vision in that outfit. One Ivo would much rather appreciate in the sanctity of his own home.
Robotnik sends off one of the miniks, if it recognizes the target before him or Stone it will alert him. Can feel the warm breath of Stone against his leg, sees the even rise and fall of his shoulders. Reaches down to card a hand through the unstyled hair absentmindedly.
Stone goes a little limper against him, losing a bit of tension. To maintain the facade, the agent can't do much in terms of surveillance, which Robotnik knows irritates him to no end. Its up to the doctor this time.
He orders a drink, sips it slowly and turns his head around the club.Trying mostly to ignore the couples and groups in various states of undress and activities while searching for the mark. His fingers tighten imperceptibly around Stone's hair when he sees him.
"Sir?" Stone whispers against the fabric, shifting slightly.
"I've got eyes. Hold on." He tugs Stone's head back, slightly. Taps a finger against his lips. "Open." Stone does, but with a raised eyebrow.
"Drink," Ivo brings the drink to Stone's open mouth, pours a bit in while nodding his head discreetly in the direction of the man. Stone lets his eyes roam as he swallows, throat bobbing with the motion. Pink tongue ducking out to catch a stray drop on the lip. He can feel the eyes on him, but doesn't think it'll be enough to get the mans attention.
Robotnik uncrosses his legs, spreads them a bit wider on the fabric. There had been, a little discussion between them before this. Still, Stone will have to follow along to make this work. He runs his hands through Stone's hair, down to the base of the neck and then pushes the man forward between his spread legs.
Stone goes easily, this is moderately familiar to them. The agent has ducked beneath the desk once or twice to provide relief, but always in the sanctity of the lab. Something in him burns hot and bright at the thought of having people see Stone do this.
The agent mouths at the bulge of his straining cock in the tight pants. Reaches forward to grasp the zipper with just his teeth and pull it down.
"Fuck," He groans, takes another drink and lets his head loll back to look around. A few curious glances their way, and he does catch the eye of the mark once before he goes back to something else. Stone's opened up the front of his pants, and finally needs to use one hand to pull down the waistband of Ivo's underwear.
He lifts his hips enough to allow the fabric to be tucked underneath him. Chances a glance at Stone. The mans eyes are wide and dark, taking on a slightly glassy appearance like they do with their more adventurous endeavours. He'll need to keep an eye on that.
Stone gives his cock a cursory lick, base to tip before swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Ivo takes in a breath and holds it. God, the mouth on that man. Stone's laving around him with his tongue, letting the doctor harden in the warm confines of his mouth. He's got one hand threaded through Stone's hair, just settled there. Downs the rest of the drink and tries to keep himself on track.
Sharp echoing footsteps near and Stone jerks under him, goes to pull off. His fingers tighten in the mans hair and force him down further, taking the entirety of his length and burying Stone's face into his pelvis.
Its just a waitress, who doesn't even look at Stone as she asks if they need anything and then promises to come back with another drink for him.
He keeps Stone there for another second before he finally lets the agent up. Stone pulls off fully, sputtering slightly, tears gathering on his lash-line. Opens his mouth to say something before Ivo cuts him off.
"You're fine," He keeps his voice low, running his hand over his head. "Just stop trying to think and let me handle this." Stone nods under his hand and then goes to take Robotnik in his mouth again. Runs his tongue over the underside of his cock and sucks at the head.
He doesn't startle this time when the waitress comes over with the drink.
"Well done," Ivo purrs, low in his throat. Gets a moan from Stone at that, feels heavenly around his cock. He knows they're being watched now, the minik has locked on to the mark's movements. Tracking the eyes and giving him readouts into the sunglasses he's wearing. The gaze keeps landing on the two of them again. He's seen the bait, they just need to lure them in.
Robotnik looks down, can see Stone's cock straining against the thin opaque fabric giving him some modicum of modesty. Can feel his own arousal growing more insistent, leaking steadily into the tight clamp of Stone's mouth.
Uses his grip on the mans hair to pull him off again. Waits for the dark eyes to get a bit of clarity before he starts talking.
"Let's get to the main event," He smirks, and tilts his head slightly in the direction of their target, though he doesn't know if Stone's in a state to get that.
His agent has enough faculties to clamber into his lap at the very least. Positions himself so Ivo's hard and leaking cock is pressed against the fabric covered cleft of his ass. Grinds down slightly and the friction is heavenly.
"Oh fuck yes," He pours another drink into Stone's mouth, waits for the man to swallow before he catches him in a bruising kiss. His hands are heavy on Stone's hips, with the kind of tightness that will probably leave bruises. He slips between him briefly and the head of his cock presses against something hard and unyielding.
"You little-" He doesn't get much further, pulling at Stone's bottom lip with his teeth and pulling the mans pants down with an urgency. His agent is not wearing anything underneath and it makes him burn even hotter.
The real prize though, is the plug nestled inside Stone.
"Whore." The doctor hisses, pulling out the plug briefly only to shove it back in harshly.
"Ah!" Stone squeaks and he flushes even darker if possible, "Was- mmh, a surprise for you." The agent manages to get out, while Ivo does not stop toying with the plug inside the man.
He can see the agents cock twitch with the admission, feels the way his own leaks. Without really thinking he shoves a finger in alongside the plug, feeling around. Still sticky with the remnants of lube. Robotnik moves one hand to grasp as Stone's cock, pulling out his finger and grasping the base of the plug at the same time.
The agents pre-cum slicks the glide of the leather as he pulls the plug out to the widest point and then angles it back roughly as he thrusts in. It doesn't take much of that before Stone is trembling and moaning and spilling over his hand. He gives the man a second, thighs trembling. Then he's pulling out the plug and discarding it next to him.
Slicks up his cock with Stone's release that is coating his glove and then angles himself to press against the man. Its a smooth glide, Stone is well stretched and clenching down around him like a vice grip in the sensitivity of his orgasm. They've got eyes on them now for sure, what with all the whining Stone is doing.
Soft cock twitching between their bodies and trying valiantly to harden again. The man is pliable under his hands, face buried in Robotniks shoulder as he thrusts up into Stone. Mercifully avoiding his prostate for now. Hands scrabbling into the fabric of Robotniks shirt with every thrust.
"Fuck sir, please-"
He doesn't think Stone even knows what he's begging for at this point, just whimpering and mumbling please and sir and nonsense besides. His own peak is rapidly approaching, coiling low in his gut. The tight warmth of Stone and the fluttering of his walls have Ivo on that edge before he even realizes it.
A few more rough and uncoordinated thrusts, definitely hitting Stone's prostate meanwhile have him spilling deep inside the agent. There's an answering tightness around him, pleasurable in the aftermath.
"Good pet," Robotnik coos, moving one hand to run through Stone's hair and pull his head back. The mans eye's are glassy and wide, pupils eating up the brown, chest heaving and hair mussed and sweat sticky. He looks incredible.
Ivo takes a drink and before he swallows presses his mouth to Stone. Passes the alcohol between the two of them in a kiss that has Stone trembling and whimpering and tightening around him again. Sees the man's soft cock twitch and dribble when he looks down.
He lets Stone slump against him again. Takes a full sip of his drink and turns his head to see the target making his way toward them. A high flush and crooked smile on the overly surgically done face. Bingo.
He doesn't move Stone, keeps him with his face tucked into the crook of shoulder and neck. Their target approaches the seat, holds out a hand. Even through the dark pants Ivo can see the bulge of his semi-hard cock, feels a surge of anger and protectiveness over the thought of it being directed to Stone. He swallows it down, this man will be dead or good as soon enough.
"I'm Arthur," The man says with that over-wide, too friendly smile while the rest of his face doesn't move.
"Jeremy," Ivo says, slipping into the role. Shifts slightly to sit up more and shake the mans hand with his cleaner glove. Feels Stone twitch around him, another small pulse of warmth between their bodies as the movement jostles his agent and Stone whimpers. Bites down on his tongue as the target takes notice and the gleam in his eye grows.