Robin

[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]

Robin wrinkled his nose. "I don't like him." Lie. "He's an asshole. Most of your kind are, you know. Even after they fall."

[whispersoflove]

A shadow fell across Anael's features at Robin's last words, and he sat up to take a drink of wine, dislodging Robin when he moved. "We are none of us perfect," he stated quietly, then forced himself to move on, smiling apologetically at Robin. "You like him anyway. I can tell."

[goodfellow]

"I like you better when you're not perfect," Robin said. "And fine, maybe I lust after him. If you saw him, you would, too. But anyway, last I heard he owns a bar in America or something."

[whispersoflove]

"I should visit, some day," Anael stated, his smile wicked. "See what the fuss is all about."

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't sure he liked that idea, but he didn't say so.

"No fuss," Robin said dismissively. "I'm much more concerned with another angel at the moment." And he took that opportunity to kiss Anael's neck.

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed, and let himself fall back on his elbows (gently, since his glass was still not empty), tilting his head back to offer Robin the stretch of his neck. "I still don't know why you shy so much from admitting any kind of affection."

[goodfellow]

"I was feeling very affectionate towards your cock earlier," Robin murmured as he licked a line across Anael's nipple. He knew that wasn't the kind of answer the angel would appreciate.

[whispersoflove]

"If that already deserves a past tense, I'm going to be sorely disappointed," Anael replied, running fond fingers through Robin's hair again. He shifted slightly, with a small smile, as Robin's warm tongue swiped over his nipple, but then he settled, and his voice went a little quieter. "Love isn't so bad, you know."

[goodfellow]

"I have yet to see anything good to come of it on a personal level," Robin said, "but maybe that's just me." He slid a hand towards Anael's cock again.

[whispersoflove]

"But you loved her, the one who was to be your wife?" Anael asked quietly, hips shifting invitingly. Robin had never actually said as much, had only mentioned being engaged, once. Anael still did not know what to make of it.

[goodfellow]

Robin's hand stilled, not moving any lower for the time being. "I don't talk about that," he said.

Why had he ever mentioned it to Anael in the first place? Oh, right, because he was trying to get in his pants. Well, he guessed it had worked, at least.

[whispersoflove]

"I think that's a shame," Anael said quietly, free hand tracing fingertips down the side of Robin's face, a foot gently stroking his calf. No matter what pain love had brought him, never mentioning it seemed like the best way to make certain the pain won out over the joy of love.

[goodfellow]

"I don't think you'll be changing my mind on this one," Robin said quietly, and turned his face away from the stroking fingers.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's fingers ended up in the hair at the back of Robin's head, and he leaned up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "It is a shame," he confirmed on the same tone.

[goodfellow]

Robin suddenly didn't know how he'd let them drift to here of all places. Still on top of Anael, he straightened up, now just straddling him. He sighed. "You know what I am, angel. Don't look for something that isn't there."

[whispersoflove]

"I know what you are, Robin," Anael agreed, refusing to mirror his form of address and reduce him to the species he belonged to. He had never felt love in the other pucks he had met. But he would not push anymore than he already had, and he downed his glass so he could abandon it on the bed beside him, leaving him free to run both hands up Robin's thighs. He gave him an inviting little smile, and a way out of the conversation he so clearly did not wish to have. "And I know what you do best."

[goodfellow]

There was a flash of genuine relief across Robin's face. In this particular moment, he didn't mind being simplified. He knew that it wasn't all there was to him, but sometimes it was easier to just be this: he was made for pleasure, and he did it well.

"Touch me," he said softly, and spread his legs a little.

[whispersoflove]

Anael's smile widened at the simple request, glad that his curiosity had not put an end to an otherwise very pleasurable afternoon. He propped himself up on one elbow as warm fingers wrapped around Robin's cock, gentle as they brought him to hardness. "Kiss me," he asked in exchange, looking up from Robin's cock and into his eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked at him for a long moment, then brought a hand gently to Anael's face.

"How would you like to make love now?" he asked softly. "Whatever emotion there is I will give it to you with my body. All the kisses you want, my dove, and cuddling after."

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

"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?"

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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."