Anael

[goodfellow]

Robin loved museums. All the history, all the memories. Paintings especially. All the painters he'd known over the years, all the subjects, all the models. Sometimes it was a strange sense of melancholy, sitting in a room full of images from the past, from his past, ad feeling consumed by it for just a few moments.

A little masochistic even, sometimes.

He sat on a bench in the National Gallery, looking at a painting of Achilles and Patroclus. It had been so long since he'd seen them. Those souls, the pair of them, sometimes brothers sometimes not, who had appeared over and over again throughout the ages. Achilles and Patroclus were just one of the incarnations. And it had been decades since Robin had watched a version of them die again.

Still, these were some of his favorites. Even if the Trojan War had been a hell of a time.

His gaze lingered on Achilles. The beautiful body, the blonde hair. Something tugged inside him.

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[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed delightedly, then followed Robin out of the lift. "That sounds promising. Do you usually keep your promises, Robin?" It was a question especially worth asking of a puck, but it was laced with warm affection, when it came from Anael - especially with his lips buzzing so nicely.

[goodfellow]

"I like to," said Robin honestly, and used the key card to open the door into the hotel room.

It was just a room, not a suite, though it was decidedly posh - a large bed, a gorgeous view, and a glimpse into a large bathroom with a two person whirlpool tub.

[whispersoflove]

"Good," Anael stated quietly, happily, and followed him into the room, already pouring wine into the two glasses he held in the one hand.

They had all their time, after all, and the wine was gorgeous. It would be a shame not to have it on hand.

[goodfellow]

"You're a good kisser," Robin observed as he picked up one of the full glasses.

[whispersoflove]

"We're a good kissing match," Anael pointed out, a smile crinkling up his eyes, and he put the bottle down on the nearest piece of furniture. "Here's to that," he stated, and tilted his glass against Robin's before taking a sip.

[goodfellow]

Robin took a sip as well after the toast, eyeing Anael.

"You know, I have a bet with myself about whether you're actually going to turn out to be kind of a prude," he said.

[whispersoflove]

"What is the prize?" Anael asked curiously, his fingertip tracing the edge of his glass.

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned. "The prize, of course, would be you not being a prude."

[whispersoflove]

"That hardly seems like much of a wager," Anael pointed out calmly, and took another sip of wine. The flavour burst again, rich and heavy, on his tongue, a perfect foretaste to what was to come.

But, for now, he wondered how long the puck would restrain himself.

[goodfellow]

"Yes well, one doesn't gain much from wagering with oneself," Robin pointed out. He watched Anael drink the wine, before draining his own glass.

Then he set it down and moved closer to him.

His hands went to the buckle on Anael's trousers.

[whispersoflove]

The answer seemed to be, 'not very long at all,' and it made Anael smile, even as he brought his hands to Robin's forearms, to halt his hands. "Kiss me again, Robin," he requested, eyes bright.

He could have simply kissed him again, and helped him get his trousers off, but he wasn't. He had warned the puck what his, well, stitching came with, and now Robin would have to deal with it.

[goodfellow]

Robin's plan had actually been to start things off with what would no doubt be the best blow job of Anael's divine life. But... okay, fine.

Robin hooked a hand into Anael's shirt, yanked him close, and kissed him.

[whispersoflove]

The hand holding his glass was held to the side, and Anael's smile at the tug was gone as their lips met again, and his other arm wrapped around the puck. There was love in that kiss; there was always love in his kisses. There was the lingering taste of wine, too, and the surge and flare of growing desire, fingers curling at the base of Robin's neck.

[goodfellow]

Robin really wasn't used to the love, and he could feel it, and it made him slightly squirmy. Desire, though, that he could work with.

He bent his neck to kiss Anael's throat. "I'm worried that if I ask you what you want it's going to be really boring."

[whispersoflove]

Anael made a happy sound at the kiss to his throat, before smiling at the puck's words. "I'm not sure if I should be more concerned about your lack of faith in me, or the fact that you think boring is a possibility, here." If sex was ever boring, Anael wouldn't indulge. He punctuated that statement with a kiss, then pulled back to set his glass down and pull his t-shirt over his head.

[goodfellow]

Robin was mostly worried it was going to be something like let's kiss sweetly for hours and then make slow, emotional love.

"I would love to have more faith in you," Robin purred, and moved closer again to slide his hands over Anael's chest. Then he bent his head and kissed his neck, his collarbone, and then dragged his tongue over his chest.

[whispersoflove]

Both hands now free, Anael was glad to curl them both in the puck's hair, even as he tilted his head away to let him have all the more access to his neck - not that it seemed to hold Robin's interest for long. "Is that all you would have in me?" he asked curiously, his tone betraying his ongoing amusement.

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed, sounding delighted. "Oh, there's something else that I would very much like to have in you," he said, and flicked his tongue over one of Anael's nipples.

[whispersoflove]

Anael let out a happy little gasp at the sudden surge of sensations, then chuckled. "If that wouldn't be too boring, of course," he added, smiling again and scratching fingers against Robin's scalp.

[goodfellow]

"I promise it won't be," Robin murmured, and then slid a hand down to lightly cup Anael's groin. "But I thought, first, you might like something in me first. I want to taste you."

[whispersoflove]

Anael hummed happily, another smile stretching his lips. "Far be it from me to deny you." But first, he leaned in for another, hungrier kiss; if he was going to go without kissing Robin for a while, he would have one last taste, too, before relinquishing his mouth.

[goodfellow]

It was a good kiss, Robin would not deny that. And hoped Anael thought so, too; Robin considered himself a very good kisser. He'd had lots of practice.

He was already working nimble fingers at the fastenings of Anael's trousers when he dropped to his knees.

[whispersoflove]

"I feel like I might welcome a wall behind me before long," Anael noted, humour warm in his eyes. If Robin was as good at kissing as he was at blow jobs, anyway, and Anael truly hoped that he was.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled up at him before yanking down his trousers. "If we need to move," he said, "we'll move."

And then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue, getting his very first taste of angelic cock.

[whispersoflove]

Anael let out a soft, happy sigh at the first drag of warm, wet tongue along his length, fingers curling in Robin's hair again. Not guiding or holding in place, but simply as one more point of connection. It was a shame the wine glass was just out of reach; he couldn't imagine a better occasion to savour it, right then.