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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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"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."

Robin licked his lips and groaned once more. "I knew there was a reason I like you so much." Not only was he up for anything but he knew just how to stroke exactly what Robin needed stroking - his ego.

In one quick, powerful movement, he flipped Willy onto his stomach, bouncing the mattress a little. Then he leaned down and growled into his ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, my sweet."

Willy purred, pleased with himself. He didn't even need to use his magic to charm the sweet fellow.

"Promises," he replied, arching his back to cant his ass higher, pressing against the warmth of Robin's skin.

"Promises, yes," Robin purred, and then picked up the bottle of chocolate again and drizzled more on Willy's back, then licked it off like a cat with cream.

Then into his ear again, "Think you're still slick inside from last night? Remember how hard I fucked you? How you fell asleep with my come painted inside you?"

"I might be. Just enough to ease the way," he replied, then smiled. "There's always chocolate..."

That was a new idea. He'd never used chocolate for that before.

Robin lifted a brow, but then grinned. "Yes. Absolutely." He swept up from the bed then and crossed the room to the wardrobe, swung it open, and plucked out a bottle from the shelves in the door.

He returned, and a moment later, slid two fingers slick with chocolate-flavored lube inside Willy.

Willy moaned wantonly and offered himself up for more. He was indeed still slick...and sticky. He shifted and could feel cream and chocolate against his skin. He wondered just how sticky his cock was now. And then Robin's fingers moved just so and he couldn't think of anything at all.

He didn't need much more, and so Robin didn't linger. He pumped his own cock twice, slicking it up, and then pushed inside Willy in one clean thrust, hands hard on his hips.

"Delicious," he purred.

He was so big. Magnificent. Willy felt as if he were being split and it felt as good this morning as it had last night. He ground out a feral sound and worked to relax so he could take every inch of Robin.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Yes, puck. Yes."

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