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]

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.

[whispersoflove]

Anael was already unbelieved turned on, high on the feelings that were playing between them, the lust interwoven with them, all of it heightened by the feelings of their audience. But it still felt as if a pocket of heat burst in his lungs with the first sweet slick slide of Robin's tongue against his hole, and he did nothing to stifle the happy moan that pushed past his lips, only forced himself to relax to make it easier on Robin's tongue.

[goodfellow]

Robin kept going, probing inside him with his tongue, and eventually one spit-slick finger. He wasn't worried about actual preparation for Anael; he'd be fine regardless. But he was interested in driving him mad with wanting more.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's unneeded breath was coming out faster as Robin went on, and he had set to moving his hips slightly, pacing his rhythm to that set by Robin's tongue and finger. "Oh, Robin," he sighed, pushing back against him. "You feel so lovely."

[goodfellow]

Finally, Robin pulled away and stood. He pressed himself against Anael, his hard cock rubbing against his backside. "Indulge me," he murmured against his ear. "Beg a little."

[whispersoflove]

Anael sighed happily at the rub of Robin's cock, reaching back to thread his fingers through his hair. "Oh, Robin, that won't be indulging you. It'll be the truth of how much I want your cock inside me." He smiled at him over his shoulder, shifting his hips to emphasize that lovely rub. "Please, Robin. Please fuck me. Now."

[goodfellow]

"Louder," Robin teased, and rolled his hips enticingly.

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled fondly, and pushed his voice a little louder, so their audience could hear. "I won't feel complete until you're fucking me. Please, please fuck me."

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at that, still spurred on by how much of a turn on it was to feel all those envious eyes on him.

He entered Anael in one clean thrust, not bothering to ease him into it at all.

[whispersoflove]

It didn't hurt per se, but it was certainly a surge of sharp sensation, and Anael shouted with it, hand slapping back to the pillar to keep himself in place. "Thank you," he breathed out, hips rolling, already encouraging Robin to keep going.

[goodfellow]

And Robin kept going, with a hard, grueling pace from the start. He kept one hand on the pillar above Anael, the other at the base of his neck. And he spoke into his ear, filthy things. How good it felt, how tight and hot and dirty Anael was.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't feel very dirty, but he knew better than to contradict Robin. He felt loved, elated, warmed through and through, and closer to God in that moment, with so much of his Grace bathing the air around them. His encouragements were non-verbal, in the moans he made and the way his hips rolled back against Robin's thrusts, and there was a faint smile on his lips through it all.

[goodfellow]

The dirty talk was perhaps a way for Robin to compensate, because he felt it too, the love in the air.

"Will you cry out for me when you come?" Robin rasped against his ear. "My name?"

[whispersoflove]

"It's the only name I could cry out right now," Anael assured him, the words cut off now and then by another hard thrust.

[goodfellow]

Robin might have quipped something about God, but then, he was far too distracted at the moment to come up with something clever. He continued to thrust into Anael, and after a few more, dropped one hand and reached around him to grasp his cock, beginning to pull him off in time with the thrusts.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's moans only grew louder at the dual stimulation, hips rolling back onto Robin's cock and forward into his hand. He bit down on his lips, only to have the next thrust dislodge his teeth as he gasped out, and pleasure was quickly rising inside him, pleasure he did not want to hold back.

He began to murmur Robin's name, gasping it out with each thrust, a quiet litany of "Robin, Robin, Robin" that crescendoed in loudness until he came on a shout of the puck's name, clenching around Robin as his hips stuttered.

[goodfellow]

Oh that was lovely. Robin bent his head and bit Anael's shoulder as the angel came, and holding him tightly, continued to fuck him for a while more before he too groaned and spilled inside him.

And when it was over, he held him there against the pillar and dropped his head onto his shoulder.

[whispersoflove]

It was a little silly, needing so long to catch your breath when you didn't actually need to breathe. But it hadn't grown short out of exertion, but sensations, and that made it its own sort of delicious. Anael closed his eyes as Robin leaned against him, focusing on the warmth that threaded through everything.

And then he laughed, a sound of pure joy and love, so much so that it was difficult not to join in.

[goodfellow]

Robin heard laughter begin behind them as well, joyous laugher, and then a smattering of applause.

Robin smiled and whispered against Anael's ear, "You are pleased?"

[whispersoflove]

Anael sighed happily at the whisper of breath against his ear, then craned his neck, hand coming to tangle in Robin's hair as he kissed him with all of the love he felt for him, and happiness he derived from it. "I'm elated," he told him after breaking the kiss.