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 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?"

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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."

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

"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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

Only then did Robin finally pull out of Anael, though he made no move to do anything about the sticky mess around them. Instead he just lay down on the bed and pulled the angel against his chest.

[whispersoflove]

Anael made a soft, unhappy sound when Robin pulled out of him, never mind pulled away altogether. He could care less about the mess, and went very willingly into the puck's arms, kissing his nipple before resting his chin on his chest, looking at the puck with, yes, love. He couldn't help it right then. "Why Sumerian?" he asked curiously, switching back to English.

[goodfellow]

"Mmmm." Robin wasn't even sure he thought about it. "I don't know, you make me feel like the world when it was newer."

[whispersoflove]

Anael's smile was touched, and absolutely unrestrained. "I'll take that as a compliment." Robin admitting to feeling anything at all was just as heartwarming as the words themselves.

[goodfellow]

"I suppose that's better than your taking it to mean that you make me feel old," Robin said, sounding amused. "But there aren't many who can. But even you... you are a new friend. There are those few who I've crossed paths with over and over again throughout the years. It can be disorienting."

[whispersoflove]

There was a very touched smile on Anael's lips when that word passed Robin's lips. Friend. It was a good thing to be called, especially by someone who might yet live many long years. Anael was thankful for every friend he had made, short-lived though some of them had been, but the luxury of a longer friendship (or the possibility of one) was still welcome.

"Disorienting how?" he asked, curiously. He would have expected the opposite.

[goodfellow]

"Some things change," said Robin. "Some things stay the same. And time, it doesn't mean the same thing, for creatures like us. I might go a day, or fifty years, or a thousand, without seeing someone, and then there they are again."

[whispersoflove]

"And you find that disorienting?" Anael asked, still perplexed by the notion, fingers tracing absent-minded shapes on Robin's chest. "I find it welcome, and... steadying."

[goodfellow]

"It's not steadying when you get used to having someone around, and then they disappear... and then show up again," Robin said, thinking of one person in particular. He was still pissed about Prometheus showing back up and then disappearing again the next day. Fuck him.