Anael

There was nothing little about the noise Anael made at the intrusion of a third finger so soon after the second, breaking the kiss to cry out happily. His whole skin felt like it was buzzing with something warm and very simply lovely, and Anael smiled at Robin, eyes shining bright. "Very much, yes," he confirmed, and pulled the puck into another kiss, one that was more heated than the last, simply because Anael could not help it when it came to Robin. His hips shifted back against Robin's fingers, and he broke the kiss on a gasp when they stroked just the right spot, their foreheads still leaning together. "Soon?" he asked, hopefully.