whispersoflove

Anael was flying over the roofs of London, and beginning to fly lower, wondering where he would land today. There was a little frost on his wings and in his hair, from how high he had been flying, but he was barely aware of it, or how cold his skin would have been to the touch right then. The sun would warm it quickly enough now that he had regained lower heights, and he let the wing carry him where it might want, without any guidance from him.

He smiled warmly, with definite approval, at the distant sight of a naked figure sunbathing on the roof of a tall building and sipping a colourful drink through a straw, before his eyebrows raised as the wind carried him closer, and he was startled to recognise the person in question.

Not that it was a surprise that Robin would want to avoid tan lines.

At least, Anael hoped it was Robin; he had never met a puck he liked so much. When the wind veered to the side, he beat his wings to leave it behind and come closer, still cloaked to the eyes of anyone. He flew over to the roof, hopeful that it would be the puck who could, and did, love. He beat his wings a couple of times as he came down, sending gusts of wind across the roof, then appeared as bare feet touched the ground. He took a few steps, smiling at the puck before shedding his wings, now looking like nothing but a young man in simple jeans and a t-shirt.

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From:

goodfellow

Robin had heard him, and looked over his shoulder just in time to see the gorgeous winged creature land and take a couple of steps before his visage slid into Anael's usual human looking appearance.

"You don't have to put them away on my account," he said lazily, and took a drink out of the straw. It was a very, very strong frozen marguerita.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael's smile widened at the greeting; another puck would have showed more surprise. "I was hoping it was you." He glanced around, and shrugged. "People might see." They were hardly on the only tall building in the neighbourhood.

From:

goodfellow

"The particular angle of the awning and the height of the nearby buildings make it really difficult to see up here unless you know where to look," Robin said. "Trust me. Otherwise I'd have had a lot more complaints about the amount of sex I have out here."

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whispersoflove

"Complaints, or offers?" Anael asked with a smile and, since Robin would be the one having to deal with questions about him and his wings, should anyone see them, let them out again before taking a seat on the empty lounger beside Robin's, so he would no longer cast a shadow over him. The wings shifted appropriately, angling themselves so he could sit, as long as he didn't lean back. "Better?" He glanced back over his shoulder. "They're not the most practical thing on the ground, I'm afraid."

From:

goodfellow

"Can I touch them?" asked Robin immediately, because he assumed that it would be rude not to ask.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael looked a mix of surprised and amused at the question. "Why not." He lifted them enough that he could turn around on the lounger, so he would have his back to Robin, and turned his head to the side. "But you should know, people rarely do." Anael assumed that was the reason why he reacted the way he did to someone touching them. It felt very... intimate.

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goodfellow

Robin was laying on his stomach on the lounge chair, and without getting up entirely, he rose up a little and laid a palm on the wing. It was soft, but he could feel the muscles underneath.

"I feel special then," he said as he stroked it.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael forced himself not to hold his breath until Robin touched him. He didn't shiver, either, at the stroke of his hand, but his breath came out a little unsteadily, and he swallowed before answering, love and amusement mingled in his voice, "You always feel special."

From:

goodfellow

"That is true," Robin conceded, sounding amused himself.

"So what brought you here, turtledove?" he asked, still stroking Anael's wings. "Were you drawn by the blinding beauty of my naked body?"

From:

whispersoflove

"Their wings are brown," Anael reminded him, amused through his concentration. Definitely not the right colour for him. Under Robin's hand, the wings flexed and shifted, clearly very responsive, even if Anael was doing his best to not melt into a very figurative puddle of goo. "But I suppose your arse makes a wonderful beacon," he added warmly.

From:

goodfellow

"Does that feel good?" Robin asked curiously as he continued trailing his fingers over the wings, unsure how much sensation they had.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael closed his eyes against the, well, feather-light touch of Robin's fingers over his feathers, almost ticklish, and definitely good. "Yes," he admitted in a whisper, a yes that seemed to say 'better than good'.

From:

goodfellow

That made Robin smile, and he finally moved from his position laying down on the lounge chair. He stood and walked around (naked) in front of Anael. And without asking, he slid onto his lap and kissed him, one hand going out again to the wings.

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whispersoflove

Anael sighed quietly when Robin's hand left him, and shifted his shoulders, wings settling with it. When Robin walked in front of him, he leaned back on his hands as much as the wings would let him (they'd just pushed the other lounger a little farther away) to look up at Robin, just in time for him to take Anael's breath away. His heart skipped a beat at not only the kiss, but the hand stroking his wing again, and his arms wrapped around Robin instinctively, kissing him back very, very hungrily.

From:

goodfellow

Straddling Anael now, Robin's cock was trapped between their bodies.

"Wrap them around me," he murmured, and stroked the inside of one of the wings before kissing Anael again.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael's lungs felt packed full of heat, and they'd only just kissed. He readily moved his wings, wrapping them around the both of them, effectively blocking them from the sun - and the rest of the world - as he opened up to that kiss with everything that he was.

He didn't usually do this; he liked having to take clothes off. The ritual, the fun of it. But there were exceptions to every rule, weren't they, and right now, he just wanted the clothes out of the way. They were nothing but a construct, one more thing he decided to manifest, along with his physical body, along with his wings, and so wishing them away was just as simple, and Anael was suddenly just as naked as Robin. One of his hands reached up to tangle in his hair, and he moaned shamelessly into the kiss, wings shifting slightly around them.

From:

goodfellow

Robin made a sound of approval when Anael's clothes disappeared. "I don't suppose you can magic up some lube," he murmured against Anael's neck. "Because I want to ride you like this."

He had some on the roof, of course, a bottle over on the table next to the tanning oil, but he really didn't want to get up and get it.

From:

whispersoflove

"I - don't think it's part of the package, no," Anael stated, his voice already very clearly affected, and his wings drooped slightly at the thought of having to move. Robin had put voice to his exact desire, and now he wanted nothing more than to make it happen. "Inside?" he asked, wincing slightly at the notion.

From:

goodfellow

"Inside? Oh no, I have sex often enough up here that I'm prepared," Robin murmured, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around Anael's cock. "There's a bottle just over on the table. But you'll have to let me up to get it."

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whispersoflove

Anael bit down on his bottom lip when Robin's fingers wrapped around his cock, fingers curling in his hair and on his back, nails scratching his scalp and skin. "No need," he stated, shifting his wings out of the way, and along his back, very temporarily.

He looked around to spot the table, and then focused through the sensations to focus on a small, strong wind on the bottle of lubricant. It toppled to the ground, and then it was a very simple matter to blow it over as it rolled on the ground, stopping by Anael's feet.

From:

goodfellow

Robin let out a delighted laugh, and bent down to scoop up the bottle. He handed it to Anael. "Unless you'd like me to do myself," he purred.

From:

whispersoflove

"Not for the world," Anael told him with a smile, feeling a bit more like himself for the use of the winds, a little less frayed at the edges. It might also just be that Robin had stopped touching his wings, but he wrapped them back around the both of them now, even as he squeezed some lube out onto his fingers. The liquid was warm from having stayed in the sun, and he kissed Robin again as he slid his arm around his waist, and his slick fingers down the cleft of his arse, immediately pushing two inside of him.

From:

goodfellow

Robin groaned in approval as those two fingers pushed inside him, and he wrapped his arms around Anael's neck. With the hand closest to one he began to stroke his wings again. The whole thing was incredibly hot.

From:

whispersoflove

Anael moaned into the kiss at the resumed caress to his wing. The sensations made him want to lose himself in Robin, now, as soon as puckishly possible, and he pushed his fingers in and out of him, scissoring them inside him, prepping as thoroughly and efficiently as he could, soon adding a third finger, trusting the responses of Robin's body to let him know what he was ready for. Eventually, he broke the kiss, if only to let the puck breathe, and drew a trail of hot kisses down to Robin's neck, sucking on his pulse point before he ducked his head to his nipple, softly biting it as his fingers worked themselves inside the puck.