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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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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.

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

"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.

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

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.

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

"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.

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."

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

"Touch me," gasped Robin, thrusting his body back against him.

Anael's fingers wrapped around Robin's cock, and he timed his strokes with his hard thrusts, enjoying the way Robin pushed back to meet him and then forward into his hand about as much as he enjoyed Robin's emotional response to his Grace.

The way Anael made him feel... even when Robin hated it, there was still something slightly addictive about it. As long as he didn't think too hard.

"Fuck," he gasped, "fuck fuck," and then he was coming, groaning loudly as his hips stuttered and he spilled into Anael's hand.

Anael fucked him through his orgasm, hand milking to the last few drops from him, before he put it back on Robin's hip and fucked him perhaps even more roughly, until, very soon, the angel too came. His orgasm messed up his rhythm even as he whispered Robin's name, and then his hips gradually came to a stop.

Robin was breathing hard when it was over, sagging a bit against the wall.

"Good," he said breathlessly. "Thanks. I needed that."

"My pleasure," Anael warmly told him, chin resting on Robin's shoulder. He was pressed to his back, and he ltilted his head to press a kiss to Robin's shoulder. "Well, ours."

"Yes," said Robin, though he didn't linger. He pulled away from Anael and reached for his clothes.

Anael watched Robin with hooded eyes, then pulled his Grace back in and slowly reached for his jeans. "Why does it bother you so much? That I love you."

Robin sighed, and turned to look at him as he fastened his trousers. "Because what good does it do either of us, Anael? It doesn't change anything except to suggest complications."

After all, what did it mean coming from Fin? Nothing, except to make Robin feel stupid about stupid Will.

"What complications?" Anael asked in earnest, stepping into the jeans.

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