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for Willy - morning

Robin woke to the sound of a key in the door.

He groaned a little and turned over, blinking awake in the general direction of the clock. It was 10am. Wait, what day of the week was it? He rolled over onto his side and nudged the figure in the bed next to him. Willy was tangled up in the sheets. And sticky. They were both sticky. As were the sheets. Probably because all of these things were covered in honey.

"Wake up, wake up," he said with a yawn. "We're about to be interrupted."

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Willy roused slowly and turned bright eyes on the other fellow. He smiled and reached for the sheet to pull it up to cover himself just enough. His bare leg and hip still showed.

"And good morning to you, too," he said softly, just as he heard the door open.

Robin grinned and leaned over to lick at a bit of honey on the fae's skin, and then looked to the door, suddenly completely and inhumanly alert. "It's my housekeeper," he said. "She'll wait a second or two before coming inside; she doesn't like to bear witness to my best entertainments." He looked down. "She doesn't approve of nudity either, or at least not mine." At which point he swept up and pulled on the black silk robe from the beside the bed, even though it stuck to his skin. "Which is odd in itself, as clearly I am a work of art that should be admired."

He sat back on the bed beside Willy, but was still looking to the door when Seraglio walked inside. She was a truly beautiful woman. Flawless, peach-colored skin and large, ageless eyes beneath glossy black hair tied back in a tight bun. She was beautiful in all the ways that Robin appreciated - an ageless beauty, though she looked perhaps in her thirties. She was also about four feet tall, the finest specimen of dwarfism Robin had ever encountered in his many, many years.

Willy rolled onto his side and smiled at her. The sheet only stuck to him because of the honey, barely hiding his shame..even though he really was shameless.

"And good morning to you," he said softly, pushing his wild hair back from his face. She was a beauty. Willy looked to Robin and said quietly, "Would she join us? Should I ask?"

Robin let out a huff of laughter and reached over to squeeze Willy's knee affectionately. Then he said, loud enough for the woman to hear, "No, Seraglio has made it very clear that any such advances on my part - or indeed, so much as a compliment - will not be well received. And that she has four very protective brothers who would be happy to tutor me on that point. So I behave myself."

Of course, anyone who knew Robin would know just how foreign a concept that was. You might think that he actually respected her.

The woman seemed unimpressed, and as she swept into the living room and looked into the bedroom, she said, clearly reproachful, "Mr. Fellows, how many times must I remind you what time I arrive? This is completely unacceptable."

Willy sat up and felt his hair. It was dreadlocked with honey and sweat. He felt grimy and could do with a dip in a cool spring. A shower would suffice.

"Yes, Robin," he chided. "Unacceptable."

Seraglio's eyes slid down to the sheets, and the honey, paying no attention in the least to the people in the bed.

Then she looked at Robin. "I should quit," she said shortly, "but I think a better lesson would be to leave this for you to clean up yourself. I will see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Fellows."

Robin looked over to the sheets in a panic. "But - but - "

"Good day, Mr. Fellows." And the tiny woman swept out the door where she'd come from, locking it behind her.

Robin looked crestfallen.

"Bad luck, my friend," Willy chuckled. "Do you think she'll come back tomorrow?"

Robin sighed. "She'll be back," he said. "She always comes back. But did we have to choose last night to break out the honey?" He reached over to the bed and stuck his fingers in the sticky sheets. "I don't think I recall how to work the washing machine."

"I've no idea. I take mine to a business that does it for me. I'm no good with man's machines. Except for the motorcycle. That I can manage," he replied, rolling forward more and more until he could kiss Robin and push him down to the bed once again.

"Mmmm and I like you on the motorcycle," Robin purred, and slid his fingers through the sash on his robe, letting it fall open again. He supposed this was the advantage of Seraglio not sticking around. He didn't have to kick Willy out just yet...

"You know what would really serve her right, would be leaving the place even messier for tomorrow."

"You know, chocolate is almost better than honey," he grinned. "I bet you;d look amazing sucking it off my cock."

Robin groaned and let his head fall back against the sheets. He could feel honey matting his hair together.

"An excellent idea," he finally said, rolling out from under Willy. "I was just thinking I could use a balanced breakfast." Then he slid off of the bed and let the robe fall to the ground so he could walk naked into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of whipped cream.

Willy pulled at the sheet until it was unstuck and he tossed it aside. He laid back on the bed and offered himself up with a tip of his chin and an arch to his back.

"I'm desperately going to need to wash before you're done with me, puck."

"After the chocolate's gone we'll take this party to the shower," Robin promised. He climbed back onto the bed and licked his lips before squeezing the bottle and drizzling cool chocolate sauce down onto Willy's willy. He showed no regard for the sheets at all.

Willy gasped and arched a bit more. It wasn't just cool, it was cold...but it still made his cock jerk to life as he anticipated the warmth to come.

Robin was really fond of Willy, at least as fond as he was of anyone. He was the comforting reminder of the fae without the usual shit of the fae, and he was free spirited and up for pretty much anything. And very low maintenance. The sort that Robin could call up out of the blue and suggest he come over for a fuck and some dessert, just as he'd done last night.

He bent his head and lathed his tongue up the length of his cock, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate, a hint of salty sweat, and even some honey. He groaned.

Willy groaned and reached down. He couldn't push his fingers into Robin's hair easily so he just grabbed hold of what he could and guided the puck closer.

"Mmm, Robin," he purred, enjoying the slide of the tongue.

Robin enjoyed it as well, particularly the taste, and he groaned again at the fingers in his hair.

He pulled away just long enough to spray a layer of whipped cream over the cock in front of him, and then enveloped it with his mouth, sucking hard.

Willy gasped and bucked up, the warmth of it feeling like heaven compared to the chill of the cream. It was bliss and he tightened his hold on the puck's hair.

Robin continued to suck with shameless and obscene abandon, licking off every ounce of chocolate, cream, and honey with his tongue as he swallowed him down.

Desire spiraled out of control and Willy gasped and jerked into Robin's mouth. It was maddening, never enough to do more than wind him up.

"Robin," he gasped. "Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop."

Robin didn't stop. He was greedy, he wanted to taste him. He wanted come in his throat with chocolate and honey.

But then he pulled away, realizing - "I want us to get the sheets filthy," he rasped, sliding his hands up Willy's thighs as his cock still bobbed hard and leaking between his legs.

"Let's do it," he rasped, aching for release. The puck had only taunted him, gotten him close to the edge only to deny him. It was dizzying the way such a thing could take him from fine to fogged in just minutes.

Robin groaned and rose up a little, stretching his body over Willy so that he could rub his cock against the fae's thigh. "Zeus's balls, I can't decide how I want you. Any requests, my delicious chocolate sundae?"

"I'd love to feel you inside me again. You have the most magnificent endowment," Willy replied, rolling his hips to rut against Robin in return. "And I could have some chocolate and cream myself...Maybe lick them off your ass. That lovely ass of yours."

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