Robin

[whispersoflove]

Continued from here.

Anael let Robin lead him to his garage, and his car. It was an effort to keep his Grace reined in, especially now that he'd witnessed Robin's reaction to it, but the last thing he wanted was to distract him as he drove. With a human, he might have thought about asking whether he was fit to drive, but with a puck, it didn't occur to him; he knew how well they - or at least Robin - held their alcohol.

There was an odd sort of rush to everything they did, Anael found, and it echoed in the sensation of every unneeded breath in and out of his lungs. Each felt precious, somehow, thanks to the anticipation, and he settled beside Robin, not thinking to put his seatbelt on as Robin pulled out of the garage.

"How far is it?" he asked, unable to resist reaching out and brushing his hand through Robin's hair.

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[goodfellow]

"Not far," Robin said. "Couple of miles. Walking takes too long though." He pulled out onto the street and they were on the way.

He brought them to a sex club, the kind of place where swingers went, but not specialized to BDSM. Which was the sort of place he planned to bring Felix soon.

It was upscale though, and a valet took his car. It was the sort of place where one needed a membership. The beefy doorman recognized Robin and offered him a smile. "Good to see you, Mr. Fellows," and let them in.

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Anael greeted the valet, and then the doorman, with kind, warm smiles, but his attention was clearly focused on Robin, and as they walked into a lounge where people mostly seemed to be chatting, he let the surge of their affection for each other wash over him and walked a little closer to Robin, wrapping an arm around his waist to ask him, head tilted towards his, "Why did you wait so long to bring me here?"

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Robin chuckled. "I don't know, it just didn't occur to me. Though I'm not sure why. Clearly you'd be into orgies."

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Anael smiled, the joy and love there audible in his voice as he said, "There's not much I wouldn't do with you, Robin." He wasn't sure there was anything he wouldn't do with the puck, to be honest, as long as everyone involved wanted to. "Now, you know this place. Where shall we fuck?"

[goodfellow]

Robin considered this for a moment. "Somewhere with an audience," he said softly, pulling Anael away from the doors to private rooms.

Farther into the building there was a large open space with high ceilings. There were chaises lounges, couches, chairs, pillows everywhere. And people fucking on most of them.

It also just so happened that in the empty center of the room there were pillars.

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Anael laughed happily at the sight of them - and the fact that no one was making use of them just then. He was high on the atmosphere of the place, but mostly on Robin's mood and feelings, and he drew Robin towards the pillars, grabbing a bottle of lube conveniently lying around on their way.

[goodfellow]

Robin felt eyes on them as they moved to the center of the room. He was pretty sure that there were a number of people in this room he'd had sex with. Probably simultaneously.

He backed up against of the pillars and crooked a finger at Anael.

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Anael's laces came miraculously undone as he stepped towards Robin, allowing him to toe off his boots one after the other, since he had every intention of the both of them ending up naked. Being watched by so many was hardly a deterrent, and he had no doubt that it wouldn't be one for Robin either; an incentive, though, perhaps.

He stepped right up against Robin and caught his mouth in a slow, unhurried kiss, letting his Grace seep through again now that they were there, now that this was happening. He made a soft, happy hum into the kiss, dropping the bottle of lube to the floor for now, so both of his hands could be on Robin, one of them sneaking under his shirt while the other came to cradle his jaw again.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned shamelessly into the kiss and just let himself... feel. He'd had some weird experiences lately, weird feelings. Finding that Prometheus had come back here but not for him, and seeming so much cooler. Accidentally offending Fin by not making him feel special.

Anael was, at least... simple. Well, kind of. There was the whole love thing.

When the kiss broke Robin said breathlessly, "Get me naked."

[whispersoflove]

"Gladly," Anael told him with a happy smile, then pushed his jacket off his shoulders, kissing him again as his hands busied themselves on the buttons of his already untucked shirt. His hands happily stroked his shoulders and chest once he was barechested, and then Anael took a moment to shrug out of his denim jacket and pull his t-shirt over his head. He ducked his head to latch his mouth to one of Robin's nipples, laving it with his tongue before grazing his teeth over it, even as his hands opened the trousers of his suit, one of them sliding inside to palm his cock.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a loud moan. He tipped his head back and then opened his eyes again. There was a naked woman sitting on a nearby couch watching them with obvious rapt attention.

[whispersoflove]

Anael curled warm fingers around Robin's impressive cock, stroking it as his other hand pushed his trousers down, letting them pool around his ankles. "Will you fuck me, afterwards?" Anael asked, looking back at Robin as he straightened up, his hand gliding more fully along the length of his cock now that it was free of the constraints of clothes. He smiled at Robin, happy with the play of emotions, and reveling in his own feelings for the puck. "I am really quite fond of your cock."

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed as Anael touched his cock, carefully stepping out of his trousers without dislodging him.

"Say that a little louder," he murmured. "And make yourself the envy of everyone here. Because of course I will fuck you into oblivion."

[whispersoflove]

"I love your cock," Anael told him again, this time louder, for everyone else's benefit, for all that the look of joy in his eyes was all meant for Robin. He sucked a bruise on Robin's jaw, the hand not on his cock traveling over the rest of his body, clearly enjoying every inch of it.

"Do you want me to take you like this?" he asked, eyebrows raised, his voice back to a normal level. It was not in his nature to make a spectacle of love. "With your back to the pillar? I can manage." It was fairly impossible for someone with human strength to do so, but he doubted that anyone would wonder about it very much - only wonder at it, hopefully.

[goodfellow]

"Fuck yes," Robin agreed, finding the idea of Anael's strength to be arousing.

"Fuck me..." he growled out, voice a bit louder as well.

"Fuck him!" someone added from behind Robin, and he groaned again.

[whispersoflove]

"I will," Anael answered over his shoulder, only just loud enough for the others to hear the warm amusement and quiet confidence in his voice, and he stepped back to get rid of his jeans and socks, so they both stood naked. He picked the lube up from under the shirt that had fallen on top of it and squeezed a very healthy dose onto one hand, dropping the closed bottle to wring his hands together, coating all of his fingers with lubricant, watching Robin's face as he did so.

Then, of course, he slipped a hand to his arse, making him cant his hips forward so he would have room to slide his fingers down his crease, find his hole and push one in, even as his other hand wrapped around his cock, smoother by far on account of the lube. He was kissing Robin again as he worked, quickly adding a second finger, his Grace a warm cocoon of emotions and sensations around them.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned, hips bucking, wild under his touch. It all just felt so good - a little uncomfortable as always with Anael's emotions, but good.

He could hear the sounds of others having sex around him, and when he opened his eyes again he saw that the woman who'd been watching them still was, but she had found a man to bury his face between her legs while she did so.

"More," he moaned at Anael.

[whispersoflove]

"Anything you like," Anael told him, pushing a third finger inside him, loving the ebb and flow of emotions and sensations. If he had his way, this edge of unease around Robin's emotions would disappear, lost to the haze of pleasure. "Are you ready for me, Robin?" he asked after a short while, knowing first hand how quickly the puck could be ready for this.

[goodfellow]

"Yes, Anael..." Robin sighed, and then moaned softly. "Fuck me..."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled, lips skimming along Robin's jaw, wrists working restlessly, a steady rhythm, sliding his hand along Robin's cock, pushing his fingers inside him, curling to find that perfect spot. "How much do you want it?"

[goodfellow]

"Fuck me, please fuck me..." Robin groaned, louder this time. "I need it, I've needed it since that first kiss..."

[whispersoflove]

"You're so beautiful," Anael told Robin, and kissed him, long and hard, before leaning back and gently pulling his fingers out of him. Then he was picking the lube up from the floor to squeeze some out onto his own erection, doing a quick job of it so that he might turn back to Robin and hoist one of his legs up and around his waist. This allowed Anael to push into him with a quiet, happy moan, before urging him to wrap his second leg around him, too, resting his weight solely on the pillar in his back and on Anael, and trusting him to hold him up.

[goodfellow]

Robin did trust him, and it was really fucking hot, being held up like that. It felt like he was flying. "Anael..." he moaned, and dug his nails into his back as he held on.

[whispersoflove]

Anael supported Robin even as he worked himself into him deeper and deeper. He did need to focus for this, not because it was a strain in the obvious sense, but because he needed to support Robin without crushing him in his grip. It was a balancing act he had accomplished more than once, but it still required a minimum of concentration.

"You feel amazing," Anael told him once he was inside him as much as this position would allow. And then he moved, shifting his hips even as he rocked Robin's, the rhythm all his to pick. He set up a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, wanting to build up to more.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned in response to that, and slid one hand up into Anael's hair, hanging on tight.

He opened his eyes again and looked over Anael's shoulder, seeing that they were gathering quite a crowd of spectators now. It was... a rush.