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Anael

Robin decided to take the night off from being at the club. He even decided to take the night off from being out in general, and was enjoying an evening at home, alone, which was not terribly common for him.

One of his employees had given him some homemade pot brownies as a gift, so he washed a couple of them down with a glass of red wine, and then stood out on his balcony looking out at the city. He really did love it here. There were a lot of places and times he missed, but he was fairly content, all considered.

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"Always," Anael accepted thankfully, following Robin towards the bar.

Robin pulled down two glasses and poured them, then handed one to Anael. "Anything exciting happening in your life lately, my feathered friend?"

"Probably not by your standards," Anael replied with a smile, taking the glass of wine. "Thank you."He took a sip, very clearly enjoying it.

Robin liked the way he looked when he was enjoying something.

"So you come by because you missed me?" he asked. "Or missed me?" This time a bit lascivious.

Anael chuckled with easy amusement. "Can't it be both? I always miss you both ways." That wasn't exactly right; it was more like the more general way of missing Robin encompassed the sexual way of missing Robin. The puck was too sexual a creature, and so much more open during sex than at other times, for it to be otherwise.

"Of course you do," said Robin, and drained a good portion of his wine. "But you know how much I love the idea that you have to find your way back to earth just because you miss my cock." He smirked.

"Well, you know how much I love your cock," Anael replied honestly, smiling over at Robin.

"Want to fuck?" Robin asked, smiling back at him. Wanting to get right to it, actually, because he didn't want Anael to start asking about feelings or whatever.

"Have I ever turned you down?" Anael answered, eyes twinkling happily and not looking away from Robin as he took another sip of the gorgeous wine. Then he set the glass down - carefully, since he did not want to break eye contact - and stepped closer to pull the puck into a deep, happy kiss. Sex with Robin tended to tell Anael more about his feelings than conversation with Robin did, after all.

Robin kissed him back, but then slid his fingers into Anael's hair and tugged. "How about a little rough tonight, angel."

The added sensation brought a small smile back on Anael's face when the kiss broke. "Sure," he agreed, even as he slid his hands over Robin's chest, expecting the puck to only mean for him to get rough. Anael was not very good at overall roughness, to be fair, so it was probably better that way.

Robin grabbed Anael's wrists, twisted them behind his back. He wanted the angel too distracted by what was happening to his body to be worrying about what Robin may or may not be feeling.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you feel it for days," he purred. Even knowing that this wasn't true. "I'm going to paint bruises on your skin. Make you beg for it. Would you like that?"

Anael knew better than to point out how impossible Robin's goals were (even the underlying one he knew nothing about), apart from making Anael beg, and only smiled when Robin's hold on his wrists brought his torso right against his. They were mostly of a height, so he didn't have to crane his neck to look at him, at least. "Very much," he answered, because Robin's desire was threaded through what he felt for Anael, and that was a turn-on all on its own. There was a soft glint in his eyes as he asked, "Are you going to try to make me scream?"

Robin bent his head and scraped his teeth against Anael's shoulder, even as he gripped his wrists a little tighter. "Do you want that? Do you want me to hurt you, pet? Or simply scream with pleasure."

It was so tempting to vanish his clothes so he could feel Robin's teeth straight against his skin, but Anael remembered the last time they had played like this, how Robin hadn't liked it when he did. So he kept his jacket and t-shirt, angling his head away from Robin in case he wanted to move to his neck, next. "Why can't it be both?" he asked, his voice low to match Robin's.

"It will be both."

Robin released Anael's hands only so that he could shove his jacket off, roughly pull his tshirt off. He bent his head and kissed his neck, then bit down on his shoulder enough to leave a mark, and simultaneously pinched one of his nipples, hard.

It was almost a shame that Robin could not truly hurt Anael; this would have meant much for the trust that would have come with that. But it was not unpleasant in itself, those sharp spikes of sensations that pushed the angel to wrap his arms around Robin, to feel him there more than to hold him, welcoming his assault on his skin, for all that it remained unmarked by Robin's teeth.

"I would hurt you if I could," Robin growled against his skin. "I'd leave my teeth marks, my hand prints on your skin... you're going to have to convince me I'm marking you anyway."

"Convince you?" Anael echoed, a note of interrogation, his breath a little shorter already for the desire Robin felt right then.

"Convince me that I'm marking you somewhere," Robin rumbled. "On the inside." He slid a hand up the back of Anael's neck and grasped his hair. Tugged hard.

Anael's head shifted back with the pull on his hair, but he resisted it enough to be able to look Robin in the eye. "You've been marking me from the day we met," he said honestly, because he would not lie, certainly not about this.

Robin knew what Anael meant, which was not what he was looking for. But he should have known how a statement like that would backfire.

Robin shoved him away. "Trousers off," he said.

Anael easily found his footing, and again he resisted the urge to simply disappear his remaining clothes. Keeping his eyes on Robin, he opened his jeans, then pulled one miraculous unlaced boot off (he had to be allowed small miracles, so he could just skip the unlacing bit), then the next, before pushing down his jeans, taking them off along with his socks. He was half hard, and as shameless as usual about being naked.

Honestly Robin didn't really know yet what he was going to do with him. He got off on Anael submitting to him, even if Anael's reminders of why he was doing it tended to spoil the mood a bit.

He moved forward and grabbed Anael by the hair again, hard, and jerked his head before catching his mouth in a violent kiss.

Anael hadn't been told not to, so he wrapped his arms around Robin, kissing him back with the same passion, if perhaps a little less roughness.

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