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Robin

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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Anael was not sure what to make of Robin's silence, but kept on his gentle care to his cock, even when he spoke. "What's the catch?" he asked, too surprised by Robin's words to think that there might not be one.

He didn't think it was in his interest to point out that Robin already generally gave him all that, seeing as Anael would not ask him for more than he was willing to give. And he wasn't sure what, exactly, Robin thought he was offering, but there was something about the moment, the hand on his face, the look in Robin's eyes, the words he was using, that made Anael want to believe in it.

One answer was that there was no catch. It was simply that Robin needed to be everyone's best lover when he could, for the sake of his vanity. And he knew that he'd been good for Anael, but he also knew what he really wanted, what he needed, and he wanted to give that to him.

But the answer he gave was, "A catch? I don't know, perhaps more the fair play that if I give you what you want, you do the same for me later. You do say you enjoy all kinds of sex, and I have had the occasionally fantasy of things more depraved, with you." Pause. "Though as always, not more than you are willing to give."

Was there a third answer? Maybe the part of Robin that wanted to make love to someone, because it sure as hell wasn't something he was doing with anyone else. Well, if it was, he wouldn't admit it.

"You talk as if the more depraved things cannot be love-making," Anael pointed out with a small smile. "But I'll take both, absolutely." That was no catch, no price to pay at all, just pleasure for everyone involved, in different shades of lust and love. His eyes shone warmly, and that small smile did not seem in a hurry to go anywhere. His hand had still not stopped moving over Robin's hardening cock, and now he thumbed at his head on the downstroke. "Will you kiss me now, Robin?"

The soft touch to his cock had brought him nearly to full hardness again.

It didn't really matter if this whole negotiation was just an excuse or saving face, or what. Right now, Robin could be what Anael needed him to be. And it would be good for both of them.

He leaned over and brought his mouth to the angel's. Kissed him deeply.

Anael shifted the angle of his wrist as Robin leaned down to give him what he'd asked for, and his smile only muted at the last possible moment, when their lips met. The kiss was deep, long, soulful, and tugged perfectly at all the warmth Anael felt for the puck. His entire body seemed to respond to it, muscles tensing and relaxing with the rhythm of the kiss, and his hand tightened slightly around Robin's cock, making his strokes that much firmer.

When the kiss broke, there was all the love in the world in the angel's eyes, and a breathy quality to his voice. "And will you take me now, Robin?" he asked, his other hand warm on the puck's waist.

Robin let out a little sigh from the way Anael touched him. At the question, he kissed him softly and murmured, "Of course. But patience, dove." And he reached over to the nightstand for more lubricant. He moved off of him. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful."

Anael reluctantly let him go. When he reached to pillow a hand under his head, his arm knocked into the empty glass of wine, and he twisted and stretched to put it down on the floor by the bed, before shifting back and spreading his legs for Robin. He couldn't help but be amazed at the unexpected tenderness and obvious affection coming from the puck, now, and that in itself was enough for him to be hard already, especially after that kiss. One of his feet reached out to rub against Robin's thigh, looking for connection when they were not touching, and his eyes were glinting warmly as he looked at the puck, a hand pillowed under his head. Patient, and loving.

It was a good thing that Anael wasn't expressing any of this out loud, because Robin would have seriously balked at obvious affection. He told himself that this was all just to make it good, because it was what Anael wanted, and so he could get more of what he wanted later. He told himself that, so that he didn't have to think about how good it felt to have a connection like this, even if it was for a moment.

He stretched out beside Anael and kissed him again, even as he slid his hand between his legs and slid one slick finger inside him.

Anael made a wanton noise into the kiss at that first, lovely, smooth breach of Robin's finger inside him. His hips pushed down as if to encourage more of it inside him, and his hand came to cup Robin's face as they kissed, legs spreading to accommodate Robin as easily as possible. It was as if the sex outside had just been foreplay, right now, for all that it had felt so impossibly good already. But even what had happened earlier was not enough to surpass Robin giving in and letting himself show the affection he felt, making everything that much better for the angel.

Robin loved the little noises that Anael made, and he encouraged them by adding another finger, and then another in quick succession. "That's so good," he murmured, and stroked Anael's hair with his other hand. "You're gorgeous. I can't wait to be inside you. Do you want me inside you, my dove?"

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.

Robin did not intend to deny him, nor to make him beg, not this time.
"Yes," he murmured, and climbed on top of Anael. He hooked the angels legs up, one over his arm, one over his shoulder, and slowly pushed inside him.

Anael reached for him even as he pushed inside him, leaning up to help cover the distance between them and pour another happy moan in Robin's kiss. That first push was always so delicious, a special sensation in and of itself.

Robin was glad that Anael was flexible, it meant that he could fold over him to kiss him even as he pushed himself inside to the hilt. "Please," he said softly against Anael's mouth. "Tell me how it feels."

Anael let out a soft chuckle against Robin's lips, and forced himself to stay in place, so he might speak against his mouth. "Like I couldn't possibly take another inch of you, and then -" A small shift of his hips, the angle allowing Robin to push a little further inside him, and Anael made a happy sound, "I do." A kiss, deep and full of both desire and love, as they started to move, hips finding the right rhythm to work off of each other. "Like my entire is buzzing with you." Another, shorter kiss. "Like nothing can be wrong with the world, as long as this exists." By the grace of God, but even now, he thought it best to keep the theology out of his sexual encounters with Robin.

Robin let out a pleased groan at the shift that went along with I do, and then began to thrust a bit more purposefully. Harder, deeper, but never moving far away from Anael. He continued kissing him when he could, and one arm curled over top of his head, fingers slipping through Anael's hair. "Divine," he murmured.

Anael laughed happily at the one word, clearly not mocking, but approving, and enjoying the moment too much for anything else. "And earthly, at once," he completed, eyes bright, a smile on his lips, his breath short and hot, pushed out of him with each snap of Robin's hips. His hands were on his back, stroking and caressing, following a line of shifting muscle, the dip of his spine, his lips following Robin's jawline.

"Is there anything else you want?" Robin asked softly, even as he thrust smoothly in and out of Anael. "Or is this perfection?"

Something sad flashed through Anael's eyes at that word, but he pushed aside all thought of God - that kind of thought, anyway. Longing had no place in this moment; this was a moment for gratitude, happiness, and love.

(Then again, all moments were moments for love, according to Anael.)

"This is wonderful," Anael answered honestly, actual wonder and love evident in his voice. He felt no urgent need to reach orgasm, either; this felt so good that he was too focused on enjoying it to want more. He did catch Robin's lips in another kiss, as if that might communicate everything he was feeling better.

Robin kissed him back, and his thrusts became slower but deeper; he pushed himself as far into Anael as he could got, buried to the hilt. This was not actually something he did with most humans. And he carefully reached between them and began to stroke Anael's cock, feature light at first and then with more purpose.

Anael made a soft, happy sound into that kiss when Robin first pushed in quite that deep. As he had told him once, he was difficult to hurt, and he could take the impressive length of the puck, but he was simply not used to taking quite this much, and that, too, felt wonderful. He broke the kiss to take an unnecessary breath, and shivered with pleasure at Robin's oh so light touch. "Robin," he breathed out, lost to pleasure and love, fingers brushing the puck's hair. "Oh, Robin," again, as his strokes grew more firm, Anael's hand shifted to Robin's back again, came to rest on the side of his ribcage, hips shifting to meet his on each wonderfully slow, wonderfully long push.

Robin liked hearing his name. Even if it was said like that, which was usually enough to make him highly uncomfortable. But for some reason this emotional, connecting sex was fine with Anael in a way that wasn't with for example some random human, which would be sending him running for the hills. Maybe it was just knowing what Anael was, how he was, and that he knew too exactly what Robin was.

"Anael," he murmured, and kissed him again, and then folded over his body as he thrust and began to murmur quiet endearments and praise instead. Something about Anael made the world feel very old, and maybe that was why he unconsciously slipped into Sumerian of all things.

Anael did not even notice the change, since he naturally spoke every language there was, but every praise, every endearment went straight to his heart, building on the warmth that filled his lungs to burst, or so it felt. He replied, now and then, in kind, but mostly let the words wash over him and add to his growing pleasure, until all of it culminated in a white hot wave of pleasure that shook him to his core and made him cry out a shapeless sound.

"Beautiful," Robin groaned, and slid his hand up Anael's chest, smearing come there as he buried his face against Anael's neck and began to thrust more forcefully in the moments leading up to his own orgasm. He cried out brightly and tangled his fingers in Anael's hair and spilled inside him.

Anael's hands stroked Robin's back as they grew still, and the angel turned his face towards him and pressed a kiss to wild brown curls. "That was beautiful," he echoed, agreed, confirmed and loved, still talking Sumerian, but now aware that he was, that they had been. It stretched the smile that wouldn't leave his lips into something sharper, for his amusement.

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