Anael

[goodfellow]

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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[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't mind at all that he was still naked while Robin was still entirely dress; his frown was about Robin stepping away, rather than anything else. His frown, and the hurt look in his eyes. "I'm never going to stop loving you, Robin," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed. "... why?" Then he shook his head. "Nevermind, don't answer that. I just - it's fine, angel. I know you mean well."

[whispersoflove]

Anael was silent for a few seconds, just watching Robin. And then he answered the question the puck no longer wanted to ask. "Because you're beautiful, and kind, and funny. Because you feel so much, no matter how much you don't want to. Because you take such joy in sex, and because you respect the people you do that with. Because you're you, Robin. You're unique, and entirely worthy of love."

[goodfellow]

"So I hear," said Robin after a moment. But what good did it do him, being loved?

It didn't bother Robin either, that Anael was naked, regardless of what conversation they were having.

He hesitated, visibly. "I cannot have this conversation right now," he said. "Either leave, or let me fuck you without further emotional baggage, okay?"

[whispersoflove]

"I can't not love you," Anael told him quietly, stepping closer. Unless Robin backed away or stopped him, he had every intention of kissing him again.

[goodfellow]

"Anael..." But then their lips were touching again, and Robin was sliding his hands down to the angel's ass, hauling him closer.

[whispersoflove]

Anael kissed him deeply, without hiding his love from the kiss, and let some of his Grace seep through to soothe the ragged edges of Robin's pain. It would do nothing to erase it, of course, nor would Anael want it to, but it might make it a little more bearable for a moment. His arms were wrapped around the puck, holding him close as they kissed.

[goodfellow]

Robin felt conflicted, and he didn't like it. He didn't want to think anymore. He just wanted pleasure.

"I changed my mind," he said suddenly. "Fuck me. Now. Just do it."

[whispersoflove]

Anael looked into Robin's eyes, then asked, "Lube?" He'd be surprised if Robin didn't keep some in every area of his flat.

[goodfellow]

"Second drawer to the right in the kitchen," said Robin. And began to pull off his clothes.

[whispersoflove]

Anael stroked a hand on Robin's back before moving away to the drawers, easily finding the lube. He came back to Robin as he was taking off the last of his clothing, and Anael kissed him again, his Grace still cocooning the both of them in its warmth.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back, but it was brief. "Fuck me," he said. "Hard, fast, good. I know you've got it in you."

[whispersoflove]

"Whatever you'd like," Anael vowed to him. He pressed a quick kiss to Robin's lips. "Face the wall." He'd stepped back already, to squeeze some lube out onto his hand.

[goodfellow]

Robin turned to the wall, and braced his palms on it, taking a deep breath.

[whispersoflove]

Anael did not rein in his Grace, but was entirely focused on Robin. He pushed two fingers straight into him, pressing a kiiss on his nape as he curled them inside him. Even if Robin wanted minimal preparation, Anael would not do without it completely, if only to slick him up.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned when the fingers entered him. "More."

[whispersoflove]

"Soon," Anael assured him, pulling his fingers in and out of him a few times before adding a third, making sure that he was not hurting Robin, or at least not harming him.

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't sure why he was so eager. Maybe he just thought that feeling something - like an orgasm - would make him feel less conflicted.

"Okay, yes," he said. "Fuck me."

[whispersoflove]

Anael curled his fingers inside Robin again, then pulled them out, pressing another kiss to his shoulder blade this time. He trusted the puck to know what he could take, and what he wanted. If he wanted more of a burn to go with Anael first pushing into him, then that was what he would get. The angel slicked up his erection and lined himself up, his hand a gentle anchor on Robin's hip, gentle and loving.

And then he pushed in, his Grace still washing through them both as he drove in with more force than he would have used on anyone else that had seen so little prep.

[goodfellow]

Robin cried out loudly, palms pressing hard against the wall as he braced himself. Then he groaned, at the pain, and the pleasure.

[whispersoflove]

Anael paused for a moment, giving Robin the smallest amount of time to start getting used to him, before pulling back, and pushing in again with the same force, setting up a steady, merciless rhythm. And yet, force or no force, the warmth of his Grace never left them, so that it was impossible to take this for anything but an act of love.

[goodfellow]

Robin still couldn't help but like the way Anael's grace or whatever it was made him feel. But he didn't react, just let himself feel, trying to focus on the physical pleasure instead.

[whispersoflove]

Anael took his cues from Robin's responses, in order to give him exactly what he wanted in that moment, his hips rocking forward in a steady, merciless rhythm. He was personally focused as much on the physical senses as on the emotions playing between them, and he would not have it any other way. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked Robin between one thrust and the next, his voice pitched a little lower than usually.

[goodfellow]

"Yes," said Robin tersely, though he also kind of wanted Anael to shut up, because if he said something stupid like 'I love you' Robin was probably going to clock him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael was grateful enough that Robin would feel what he felt, when he could've thrown him out instead; he didn't need to say anything, not when it was playing so clearly between them. He gradually picked up the pace, hands on Robin's hips, wanting to give him everything he wanted.