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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 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."

"Fuck yes," Robin growled, and held nothing back as he continued to thrust into Willy. And when he'd built up a good rhythm, he reached around and curled his fingers around Willy's cock. Fingers that were coated in chocolate sauce.

It was slick and cool and firm and just perfect. Willy began to writhe and buck into the grip, careful to always arch back so he didn't lose Robin. He loved the slide, the stretch. It burned a little and he felt so full. Delicious was the perfect word.

"So fucking good," Robin groaned. "You love it, don't you? Tell me how much." He was determined to make Willy come; he wanted to feel it, wanted to hear it. And had the restraint to hold off himself, to wait until what Willy had in mind for him after.

"Ohh, Robin. So much. I do love your cock so. So good...so, so good. Fuck me harder, puck. I need it." And it was true. With the man's hand working him into a frenzy Willy did need it. He had no interest in holding back.

Robin was more than happy to oblige. "That's right, baby, feel it. Don't hold back. I want to feel you spill all over my fingers, all over the sheets. I want to lick off you off my skin."

Such words. Not exactly poetry, but the sentiment was very appreciated. Willy gasped and moaned at the grueling pace. His balls tightened and his groin burned and it built and built until how couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to.

Willy came hard, shuddering all over. He clenched tightly around Robin's violation and moaned more deeply as he pulsed his release.

Robin groaned at the feeling, both the restriction around his cock and the warm spill over his hand. It took some restraint not to come himself, but he managed to pull out instead. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked off the bit of come that hadn't dripped onto the sheets.

Willy was boneless and he fell to the mattress, his issue smearing all over, mixing with chocolate and cream and honey. He was in dire need of a shower but he had wild plans first.

"Ah, my friend...you do that so well," he said, slowly pushing himself over. There was a large wet patch on the bed, now stained with chocolate sauce as well.

"Yes I do," Robin said with a grin, and sank onto the bed beside him, crossing his arms behind his head, his cock jutting out proudly.

"I can only try to return the favor," Willy purred in reply, rolling to kiss the sweetness from the puck's lips. He had chocolate all over his face and Willy found that endearing. His hand moved lower to stroke Robin with long, smooth pulls.

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