for Willy - morning

[goodfellow]

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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[willysilver.livejournal.com]

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."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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."

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

"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."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

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.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

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.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"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.

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

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.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"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!

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

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?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

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.

[willysilver.livejournal.com]

Willy got up and headed for the bathroom, dragging his hand along the wall to keep his balance. He left a stain of sweets along the paint. He was an obscene mess painted with dark chocolate and glossy honey and he thought he hadn't had a better night in quite some time.