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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[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.

[whispersoflove]

"You're going to have to touch yourself when you want to come," Anael told Robin, having himself eyes for no one but him. It did not bother him in the least that Robin divided his attention between Anael and their audience, however. It was simply not what he was going to do, for all that he greatly enjoyed the play of emotions all over the room.

[goodfellow]

"When do you want me to come?" Robin gasped, tugging Anael's hair.

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled, and worked against that tug in his hair, to increase the sensation. "When you can't take it anymore."

[goodfellow]

"Then harder, love," Robin groaned. "Harder. More."

[whispersoflove]

Anael bit down on his lower lip, and then gave Robin exactly what he had asked for, holding him up and driving into him, careful not to go too hard, not to grip too hard, and yet every thrust would definitely be felt.

[goodfellow]

Robin could take a lot, and he had a lot of self control, but if he were a normal human he'd probably be at the 'can't take it anymore' stage right about now.

He was getting louder, too, moaning and grunting. Raking his nails down Anael's back. They had gathered quite an audience now but Robin found he didn't even care.

[whispersoflove]

Neither did Anael. Even their emotions felt distant now, focused as he was on Robin, on the warmth and the heat playing between them, twining and merging with each thrust of his hips. "Robin," he murmured, his name so wrought with love and lust.

[goodfellow]

Robin saw no need to hold himself back. He slid a hand between them and palmed his cock - he knew it was hardly necessary, and after only a stroke or two he was coming with a loud cry, eyes closing as his head fell against the pillar.

[whispersoflove]

Robin was amazingly beautiful like this, and felt just as wonderful. It was Anael's cue, and his focus shifted from a balance between the emotional and the physical, until the emotions present in the room only served to increase his physical sensations, adding to his pleasure with each thrust, and it wasn't long until he, too, came, thrusts decreasingly slowly, hands still supporting Robin.

Then his hands shifted, one of them sliding up his back to bring him off the pillar and towards Anael, so that they might kiss, deep, long, and, as far as Anael was concerned, most definitely full of love.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back, deep and with more emotion than he would probably admit.

When it broke, he whispered, "Put me down so I can make you beg."

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled at Robin's words, and raised him slightly to slide him off his cock before setting him down. "Please, Robin," he requested, instead of begged, stepping closer to the puck, all playful warmth, "put your money where your mouth is."

[goodfellow]

"Oh no," Robin purred, and put a hand on Anael's shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. "It's your turn for that. If you want me to fuck you."

With Anael not blocking his view, Robin saw the people standing there watching them. A couple of men were stroking themselves. Another was on his knees in front of a naked woman. One woman gasped when she saw Robin's cock, and he winked at her.

[whispersoflove]

Anael went with the push and let his knees hit the floor in quick succession. "I really do," Anael confirmed, his Grace still warming through them, and anyone close enough. He leaned in and nuzzled Robin's cock, wrapping a hand around its base. He kissed its head, then sucked it into his mouth, tonguing at the soft spot right under the head.

[goodfellow]

Robin curled his fingers into Anael's hair. "Oh yes, angel," he murmured. "Your mouth is nearly as good as your cock."

[whispersoflove]

Anael hummed happily around Robin's cock, hand stroking the base of it while his mouth moved over the rest. He loved how much the word angel felt like an endearment by now, literally true or not, and he was dedicated to focusing all of his love on Robin's cock just then. He might not have spent as much of his long millennia fucking as Robin had, but he still had a lot of experience with this, and not needing to breathe or have a gag reflex would come in handy, given Robin's size. But there was no rush, and he would work up to taking all of Robin in, not for his own sake but for the sake of stretching out Robin's pleasure.