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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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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.

Robin sighed contently and his hips jerked a little in encouragement. "Yes, please do. Choose your weapon."

"I may just ride you to climax...but first, I was promised chocolate on a pretty platter," he smirked, pulling Robin by cock and hip to get him to roll over so he could have the puck's ass on display, just waiting to be dressed with sweets.

Robin let out a please little groan as he turned over onto his stomach and dutifully stuck his ass up a little. Willy was right, he did have a magnificent ass. Worthy of dessert.

Willy reached for the chocolate and drizzled it along Robin's crack, across his cheeks and watched as some ran down his thighs. The he took the whipped cream and dotted little dollops around, everywhere he wanted to kiss. He kept the can in hand as he bent to eat and lick and suck his way from one side to the other and back. Only when he'd finished the globes of Robin's ass did he move to the middle to explore the most sensitive area with his tongue.

Robin let out a keening little sound and reached out to wrap his hands around the bedposts to keep himself from moving too much. He loved this.

Willy let his tongue slither and swipe at all the chocolate and cream. It was merely an added bonus that in order to clean up every little drop he had to draw his tongue over Robin's pucker again and again, delving in, pushing and licking obscenely. It was mouthwatering.

"Oh merciful Zeus," Robin groaned, biting his lip as he rolled his hips just a little to get some friction against his cock trapped against the mattress. Willy's tongue was absolutely wicked. The only thing he regretted was that he couldn't see him at work.

Willy took hold of his ass and spread him wide. He kept going until Robin was flexing with every touch. His own cock had flagged and was useless but he did slick one finger and slide it in to the first knuckle.

"Tell me how you want to fuck me." he said. "Tell me how you'd like me to ride you until you fall apart just for me."

Robin let out a whimpering groan at that, wiggling his ass a little, trying to pull that finger deeper.

"Fuck yes," he gasped. "Either that or grab a dildo, because someone needs to be fucking someone here in the very near future."

"What if we do both?" he replied, screwing his finger in and back a few times before he withdrew and went to the wardrobe. He chose a generous dildo and brought it back.

"Roll over, pet," he said softly. "Let me slide this in and then I'll climb on."

Robin whimpered again and did exactly what he was told, rolling over onto his back and spreading his legs, lifting up a little to give Willy easy access. It was all he could do not to touch himself.

Willy slicked it with lube and didn't hesitate a bit. He just pushed it in...slowly. Every inch was felt, he made sure of it.

When it was well seated, Willy brought Robin's legs down and together to hold it in place inside him. Then he climbed in top of the puck and impaled himself on that massive dick of his. He gasped at how it felt and he hoped Robin was in just as much ecstasy.

Ecstasy? Oh, yes. Robin howled, overwhelmed by the feeling of filling and filled at the same time. Oh yes, yes, yes. His fingers grasped at the sheets at his sides as he looked up at Willy with wide, lusty eyes.

Willy rode him like the fantastic steed he was. He smirked down at the man and rose, dropped, rolled his hips a little, and kept on. He set a glorious pace, the slide making him gasp again and again. Once again he felt as if he was being split in two and he loved every second.

"Fuck yes nnnnngh..." moaned Robin, and then gave up on the language entirely, doing nothing but cursing in Greek and moaning until finally he cried out, hips jerking wantonly, and came.

Willy gasped at the warm flood that filled him and he kept on moving, slower but steady. He wanted to milk every drop from Robin and leave him sated.

"Good, puck?" he asked, his hair wild and his body covered in sticky filth. The was quite the picture of debauchery.

"Oh yes," Robin sighed, head lolling back on the bed, sated as a cat with a canary in his gullet. "Very, very good. Delicious. Though..." He looked up, a puckish smile pulling at his lips. "You may want to take that shower alone unless you want to risk the possibility of getting dirty while you're getting clean. You know how insatiable I am." Insatiable with an alarmingly low refractory period - oh the joy of being a puck!

Willy took a deep breath and chuckled as he let it out.

"Yes, I think if I actually want to sticky mess off of me I'd best do it alone. And then you. And once we are both clean I feel I owe you breakfast. Ale and bread?"

Robin chuckled, and rolled away from him after dropping a quick kiss to his shoulder. "I think that sounds perfect. After all, with the kitchen such a mess, there'll be no breakfast here."

He had every intention of leaving the place as it was for when Seraglio arrived in the morning. He wouldn't have any trouble finding a place to stay for the night.

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