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]

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.

[goodfellow]

Robin closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillar. Anael was very god at this, even after the novelty of fucking an angel had worn off.

"Jesus," someone muttered from their audience, and Robin smiled a little without looking, wondering if it was the size of his cock, how quickly he'd recovered, or how easily Anael deep throated him that impressed them. Probably all of the above.

[whispersoflove]

It was a relatively easy thing to do, given the size of Robin's cock and the position Anael was in. It demanded some effort, of course, but it was not that difficult to relax his throat muscles enough to force Robin's cock down his throat. It might have hurt someone that wasn't an angel, but Anael had no such issue, and he moved his hand off Robin's cock to take all of it in, kneading his balls gently instead. Anael did want Robin to fuck him, but he would also love to make him come like this, first, and that desire was probably apparent in the enthusiastic way he moved his mouth along Robin's shaft, lips obscenely stretched around its girth, a bump showing in his throat each time he took him down.

[goodfellow]

It was good, it was really fucking good, and Robin could tell that Anael was trying to make him come. He could have, too. But instead, after a few minutes he pulled Anael's hair. "Off," he said quietly.

Robin coming twice in half an hour was one thing. Three times would make their spectators go from impressed to weirded out.

[whispersoflove]

Anael moved off of Robin's cock, his tongue drawing one last sinuous line on its underside as he pulled back. "I was enjoying that," he pointed out with a small smile up at Robin, still on his knees in front of him.

[goodfellow]

"Of course you were, pet," Robin purred, and put a finger under Anael's chin to urge him up. He said very softly, "But we mustn't seem too inhuman with this audience." Then he put his hands around Anael's waist and spun them so that Anael was flush against the pillar, his back to Robin. Robin pressed against his back, practically purring.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hadn't really thought of that issue, and before he could say anything, he'd been pushed against the pillar and had much better things on his mind. Or against his ass, which he rubbed against Robin's erection, hands flat on the pillar, head to the side. "Does that mean you'll spend a while prepping me for you?" he had to ask, completely shameless about wanting Robin inside him as soon as possible.

[goodfellow]

Robin did not answer. He only dropped to his knees, slid his hands on Anael's ass, and delved his tongue inside him.