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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goodfellow

"It's good, I'm good," Robin finally said, impatient. "Now now now." And he arched his back and moaned as he waited for Anael to replace his fingers.

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whispersoflove

Anael trusted the puck to know what he could take and when, especially given his experience. He pulled his fingers out and held himself up in place, looking up at Robin as he waited for him to sink down on him. "Now," he confirmed, a small, true smile on his lips and wonder and love in his eyes.

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goodfellow

Sometimes Robin was highly uncomfortable with the way Anael looked at him, like that. Right now, he didn't mind so much.

"Yes..." he breathed, and sank down onto Anael's cock, slowly at first, but it wasn't long until he was seated completely. And there, enveloped in his wings, he began to move, riding him slowly, and fuck if it wasn't really erotic.

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whispersoflove

Anael's arms wrapped loosely around Robin, leaving him with all of his freedom to move, and he simply rocked his hips to meet his, now and then catching his mouth in a brief, heated kiss. Everything was heat right then; the sun glaring down on his wings, the air in his lungs, Robin's breath against his lips, everywhere their skins touched, the snug fit around his cock. He snaked a hand between them eventually, to add yet another level of heat to the moment, still slightly lubricated fingers wrapping around the cock painting pre-come across his stomach.

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goodfellow

Robin gasped as he moved on top of Anael, adjusting the angle of his hips so that Anael's cock brushed against his prostate even as the angel's hand moved over him.

The gasp turned to a string of obscenities in Greek, and his fingers curled around one of the feathers in Anael's wing.

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whispersoflove

Anael moaned so prettily against Robin's lips at the slide and grip of his hand, the sound at once obscene, vulnerable and grateful. His hips rolled in time with Robin's movements, hand sliding smoothly up and down his cock, and a little more tightly, shifting his wrist on the upstroke, thumb dragging precome down his length.

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goodfellow

Robin could hold back if he wanted, but he could already feel himself getting close. He didn't know what it was, exactly, about the wings, but... fuck.

"Say my name," he gasped against Anael's mouth.

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whispersoflove

"Robin," Anael immediately whispered, and nearly whimpered against Robin's lips as the way he was moving on top of him shifted his grip on his feather. A sound of pure need, pleasure and intimacy driving him higher, his free hand running nails down Robin's back. "Robin," like a plea, like a prayer.

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goodfellow

Robin loved the sound of his name from the angel's lips. "Tell me how it feels," he whispered against those beautiful lips. "I'm going to come soon. Your cock inside me, it's so good..."

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whispersoflove

Stringing words together into proper sentences seemed like a much bigger effort than it should have been, but the heat swirling inside Anael seemed to want to strive towards Robin, anything so that they might share it, share this beautiful gift Robin was giving him. "It feels..." He looked almost pained from the pleasure, and sounded it, too. "Like you're reaching so deep inside me, touching a part of me - that is so rarely touched. And there's nothing but that heat, can you feel it, Robin..."

He probably literally could, if he was paying attention. Without even realising, Anael was letting some of his grace shine through his physical body. Not much, just a sliver, a trickle, but enough to warm the puck through and through, physically as well as emotionally.

From:

goodfellow

So deep inside me was typically just the kind of dirty talk that Robin liked to hear. Though since he wasn't actually fucking Anael that gave it a rather different context and he wasn't entirely sure how to react.

But he couldn't really be upset about it or anything, in part because fuck this felt good, and he really could feel a kind of warmth over him, almost like emotion, which for Robin...

"I can feel it," he gasped out, without even thinking, and then finally, came with a groan, spilling over Anael's hand. His own hand slipped downwards, dragging down over the feathers, limp.

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whispersoflove

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..."

From:

goodfellow

Robin closed this distance between their lips, kissing him fiercely, and slid both hands up into the glorious feathers surrounding him. One was gripping, the other stroking like he would skin.

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whispersoflove

It was all Anael needed, and after just a few more rolls of his hips, he poured another sound of pure pleasure and relief into that kiss, his arms tightening around Robin as he came inside him, shivers going through him as long as Robing kept touching his wings.

From:

goodfellow

Robin sighed a little and turned his head to brush his lips against a feather.

"You are a truly beautiful creature," he murmured.

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whispersoflove

Another shiver went up Anael's spine, and he had to force himself not to pull his wings back and out of the way. They were so very, very sensitive right now, every touch an almost too bright spark of sensation. "I am what God wanted me to be," he murmured with his usual candor, and used a hand to cup Robin's face and draw him into another kiss, deep and soulful. Little by little, he was pulling back inside himself, the warmth fading - at least, the one due to his grace leaking out.

From:

goodfellow

When the kiss broke, Robin said, "Want to stay for a while? I've got a bed, and a lot more alcohol." And nothing better planned for the evening.

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whispersoflove

Anael smiled, genuinely happy with the offer as his fingers trailed down Robin's chest, idly enjoying the feel of his skin. "That sounds lovely."

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goodfellow

There weren't many beings that Robin fucked these days that could go all night the way he could, which was one of the reasons he liked Anael - that and his eagerness to actually do so on occasion. And, yes, Robin still really got off on the idea of fucking an angel. These things combined made him put up with the occasional... emotional side effects of being with Anael.

He carefully climbed off of him, and stretched. "Excellent, we'll go inside then." And he padded naked back inside, leaving the door open behind him. "Would you like some wine?"

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whispersoflove

"Please!" Anael called out, but didn't immediately follow Robin inside. He took a few more moments to himself first, wings spread out behind him, head tilted back to the sun. Simply feeling, basking.

When he stood, he took a few steps before shedding the wings again, feeling slightly off balance for it. But they really were not practical inside, where space was a lot more limited, and encumbered by things he could knock over. However, he did not even think of materialising some clothes again, and walked inside wingless and shamelessly naked. Nudity had never bothered him, after all.

From:

goodfellow

Robin had just pulled a bottle of pinot grigio out of the refrigerator and popped the cork as he watched Anael walk over. "Let's get into bed," he said. "I'll bring the wine."

Not that he was wanting to, you know, cuddle, but he did like the idea of sliding under the sheets with a naked Anael.

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whispersoflove

Anael smiled again, genuinely happy with the turn his day had unexpectedly taken. He turned towards the bedroom, shoulders shifting slightly as he walked, as if settling down his now absent wings. "I should come flying your way more often," he stated as he let himself drop on the bed, then propped himself up on an elbow to watch Robin as he walked over. Beautiful Robin.

From:

goodfellow

"Well if you saw me naked on my balcony there would be a better than fair chance that I wouldn't be alone," Robin said, handing one of the full glasses to Anael and then putting the bottle on the night stand before sliding into the bed holding another glass of his own.

"Not that you wouldn't be welcome to join us, in most cases."

From:

whispersoflove

"Define 'most'," Anael stated with an amused smile, sitting up to touch his glass to Robin's and take a sip. He was usually more of a red drinker, but the lightness and sweetness of the grigio worked perfectly after the sex they had just had, welcome freshness spreading through him.