Anael

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.