Anael

Anael shuddered at the combination of Robin clenching around him, the sweet sound he made, that admission, knowing he had just come, and, of course, that drag of his hand through his feathers. He was so close himself, so close, hips still rolling as he milked the last of Robin's orgasm from him. "Please, Robin," he pleaded against his lips, both lost, and found, the wing under Robin's now still hand shifting to encourage him, "please, touch me..."