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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[goodfellow]

Pleased with himself, Robin continued for about thirty more seconds sucking, before doing. That. Again.

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed when he did, a sound of pure joy and pleasure, curling his fingers again to scratch Robin's scalp. "Thank you, Robin," he told him, very sweetly and almost conversationally, if it weren't for how breathy he sounded.

[goodfellow]

Robin pulled away, slowly, dragging his tongue across Anael's cock as he went, and then pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, hand going to stroke his cock instead. "How many times can I make you come tonight?" he murmured.

[whispersoflove]

"I think that depends on how quickly you can manage it, each time," Anael pointed out, a smile twitching up his lips as he traced fingers down Robin's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

Refractory time was not much of a thing, to angels.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked pleased at that, if it implied what he thought it did. Because the same was true of pucks also. But he wasn't going to fuck another puck.

In response, without warning he swallowed down Anael's cock again, this time opening his throat to deep throat him expertly.

[whispersoflove]

Anael gasped at the surge of sensations, his hand clenching in Robin's hair again - his other one found his shoulder and used it for support, so that he remained in place. "I take it - my answer - pleases you," he managed through short breaths, hips shifting slightly to encourage - well, everything Robin was doing, right then.

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't playing around now; he had every intention of starting things off with a mind blowing orgasm. After that, he could play with drawing things out, with teasing, with foreplay. But first, he wanted to see the angel fall to pieces.

[whispersoflove]

Pleasure built steadily and rapidly, and Anael leaned shamelessly on his hand on Robin's shoulder, something to anchor himself on, his other hand curling in the puck's hair again, the better to enjoy the bob of his head from several angles. Anael encouraged him in quiet murmurs, and warned him what he was getting close; it seemed like the thing to do.

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't really care so much about the warning, but it was good to know that he was succeeding in his task. He hooked one hand the back of Anael's thigh to brace him and somehow, miraculously, took him just a tiny bit deeper.

[whispersoflove]

It felt like something of a small miracle, however blasphemous that thought might be, and it was all Anael needed to be propelled over the edge, hips stuttering slightly with it, fingers curling tight on the puck's shoulder as he groaned with his release.

[goodfellow]

Robin took it all, swallowing like a pro, staying there for just a moment before pulling his mouth slowly away. Then he immediately got to his feet, put both hands on Anael's face again, and kissed him fiercely.

[whispersoflove]

It was a good thing that while Anael had not had a wall to lean back against during the blowjob, there still was one just a few steps behind him. A very good thing, seeing as the sudden assault on his mouth had him stumble backwards (his trousers were still around his knees, after all), although his arms wrapped reflexively around Robin.

This ended with his back slamming against the wall, but it only interrupted the kiss for a brief instant, and Anael immediately renewed it, even as he regained his footing. Renewed the kiss, and gave as good as he got as desire flared inside him again.

[goodfellow]

Robin loved that scramble to the wall. He slammed up against Anael hard, not breaking the kiss for an instant. And once there, he pressed up against him and grabbed one of Anael's wrists, pinning it above his head to the wall.

At this point his erection was pretty insistently pressing against Anael's leg through his trousers. And even trapped in trousers a puck erection was enough to make a statement.

[whispersoflove]

Robin had been right about Anael, in that he did like to spend hours doing nothing but kissing, before making sweet, tender love. But it was just one of the options the angel liked. He in fact enjoyed all types of sex, as long as one form of love or another fueled them. The combination of that slam against the wall (not enough to hurt, certainly not an angel, but enough to be felt) and of the demanding hunger in Robin's kiss sent a sharp surge of arousal through him, warmth bursting in his chest. He let his hand be pinned; of course, he could have got out of that hold in a heartbeat, but the point rather was that he didn't want to.

He pushed back into the kiss, hips pressing forward against Robin's for a few seconds, meeting desire with desire. When he pulled his hips back, it was to slide his free hand between their bodies, fingers immediately finding the puck's erection to cup him through his trousers. He really did want to find out how Robin would feel inside him, and had to wonder if the fuck would be as merciless as their kissing currently was.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a little growling sound of pleasure when Anael touched him. Keeping his wrist pinned above his head, Robin moved his mouth to his neck. His other hand splayed out on Anael's abdomen.

[whispersoflove]

"You're wearing - too many clothes, Robin," Anael managed between short breaths, on account of what the puck was doing to his neck. It didn't prevent him from stroking him through his trousers, on the contrary, a constant shift and press of his hand.

[goodfellow]

"Mmmmm," Robin hummed, and nipped lightly at his skin. "I should warn you, sometimes people find me naked somewhat... intimidating."

[whispersoflove]

"I have stood in the presence of God," Anael pointed out, laughing as he did so. "Nothing about sex could ever feel intimidating." As if to prove his point, his fingers were tracing the length of him through his trousers.

[goodfellow]

"Oh?" murmured Robin, lips still at his neck. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that the almighty is well endowed." He moved away from him then so that he could push down his trousers and underwear.

[whispersoflove]

"They aren't really - endowed, at all," Anael stated, using the third person neutral given what they were talking about. It wasn't as if God was a specific gender, for all that humanity tended to think of them as a Him.

He watched Robin get rid of his clothes for a few seconds, then moved forward to touch the bared skin; he couldn't exactly do without, not when his skin looked so appealing. A hand found the small of his back, while the other slid up his chest.

[goodfellow]

"Don't I at least warrant a moment of admiration?" Robin teased, even as he bent his head again to kiss Anael's neck, his curls brushing across the angel's shoulders.

[whispersoflove]

"More than a single moment," Anael promised on a rushed breath of air when Robin's lips found a soft spot on his neck. The hand on the puck's chest slid back down to curl around the length he now would have no trouble believing was infamous.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a little "mmmmmmm" sound when Anael touched him. "You think you can take it then?" he murmured, and flicked his tongue against the angel's ear. "Do you want to?"

[whispersoflove]

"I want to feel you - all of you - inside me," Anael assured him in a quiet, steady whisper as he stroked him, slow but firm, experienced. Anael had likely not had sex quite as often as Robin had; he did spend a lot of time in Heaven, and business there often distracted him, but this was still hardly his first rodeo, on the contrary. He had managed to toe off his shoes, and his trousers had pooled around his ankles, just waiting for him to step out of them.

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't like to admit it, but he had had no shortage of sexual fantasies about that other angel over the years. How could he not? Ishiah was a blonde work of divine art, and an utter jackass besides - the hate sex would be the most incredible thing, Robin was sure of it. He hadn't known whether to be happy or disappointed when he'd gone from angel to peri. Not that Robin had seen much of him lately anyway. It had been years.

But still, the thought of fucking an angel now seemed like an important checkmark on his bucket list, and he was actually kind of like, grateful. It made him want to make this particularly good for Anael, too.

"You'll be good and ready by then," he said, gasping a little as Anael's fingers stroked over his erection. He could be patient. He would be. "Why don't you get on the bed. On your stomach."