goodfellow | Anael

Anael

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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Robin didn't know, no, though he'd been around enough magic users that though it was a surprise it didn't alarm him. He let out a breathless little laugh before he bent his head and began to lick Anael open with a talented tongue.

Anael was grateful that it did not delay things unnecessarily, and sighed out a happy little sound at that first touch of Robin's tongue. The muscles in his back shifted again, before he utterly relaxed into it. He gave Robin soft encouragements and loving praise - he truly was gifted with that tongue, a fact Anael was glad to keep benefiting from - and rode the easy pleasure he was being offered.

Robin was accustomed to praise less loving and more obscene, but his ego was happy with it either way, honestly. He licked and delved and fucked Anael with his tongue, gauging his reactions and movements to know which techniques he should repeat.

And Anael was certainly not stingy when it came to responsiveness, so it wasn't long before Robin knew how best to make him moan, or squirm, or gasp, bunch his hands in the bedsheets or call out his name in praise, not to mention some wonderful combinations of the above. Pleasure curled and unfurled inside him, washing hot and teasing through him - teasing, with his cock trapped between himself and the mattress.

It was some time before Robin lifted his head, and then moved up Anael's body, licking and nipping with his teeth on his way up. He dragged his teeth lightly across Anael's shoulderblade, his erection rubbing against the back of Anael's thigh. Then he spoke soft and rough into his ear, his body heavy on top of the angel's. "Is this divine?"

By the time Robin was lying fully on top of Anael, the angel was pushing and rubbing back against him, entirely without shame about how much he wanted Robin, and the drag of teeth on that spot had him gasp. Right on the hells of that gasp came a chuckle, in answer to Robin's question. "Trying to get me to blaspheme, puck?"

He did not actually believe that it would be a blaspheme, but he wouldn't be surprised if Robin did. He also doubted that the puck wanted to start a conversation about whether God was in everything that was done in his Creation; sometimes, Anael did know when to shut up, and he twisted around just enough to catch Robin's lips in a heated kiss.

"I don't care if you blaspheme or not, though I might like to hear you beg," Robin rasped against his mouth when the kiss broke. And he trailed a finger down, down, down Anael's back to slip fluidly inside him.

Anael sighed out a little moan at that first proper breach, and pushed back against Robin's fingers, remaining propped up on his elbows to keep his face turned towards Robin. He gave in to the temptation and stole another heated but brief kiss. "Hmm. Not yet." He might end up begging, who knew. But he was still enjoying this too much. And he had had an eternity to learn patience, and to enjoy what he was being given.

Robin allowed the kiss, giving as much as he took. And then he breached Anael with another finger, stretching him expertly. "That's okay, I can keep this up for a long, long time..."

Anael did nothing to stifle the happy moan that second intrusion tipped from his lips. He could feel a flush rising from his chest, warmth permeating him as his hips worked to make the most of Robin's fingers. "Ah, but would you want to?" Not that that would stop Anael from asking for more when he wanted it, of course. For now, he kissed Robin again, twisting his upper body just enough that he could fold up his arm and touch fingertips to the puck's jaw.

"Oh, you'd be surprised what I want," Robin murmured against Anael's lips, and then shifted in such a way that the angel could no longer reach him, even as he twisted his fingers expertly inside him.

Anael settled down when Robin moved out of reach, focusing on shifting his hips in time with the puck's fingers. "Hmm. I don't know." That he would be, but honestly, making full sentences at this stage hardly seemed very important, given the pleasure rippling through him with each twist of Robin's fingers.

"I'm going to make you scream, you know," Robin said conversationally, even as he continued to fuck him with his fingers. "My bedroom at home is entirely soundproofed, but here... shall I make you bite a pillow, dove?"

Anael was truly beginning to believe - have faith in - the fact that Robin was going to make him scream, given the relentlessness of his fingers. His breath was coming out shorter again, even as his hips kept pace with Robin. "Are screams of pleasure truly so outrageous, still?" he asked, but hardly required an answer. He would not do anything to jeopardise his opportunity to return the favour, after all. "I'll keep quiet enough."

Robin laughed. "Oh, I don't care a bit, but more than once in my life I've had the cops interrupt, thinking I'm murdering someone. So just make sure you sound like you're enjoying yourself, hmm?" And he took his time to crook one finger just there.

Anael felt as if his entire physical body stuttered, in the best way possible, at the spark of pleasure that washed through him. He breathed out shakily, moaning low and happy (never mind loving), and reached back with a hand, wanting a physical connection with Robin that wasn't his fingers inside him.

Robin grabbed Anael's hand, threading their fingers together and leaning towards it to suck the angel's fingers into his mouth. "Tell me what you want," he murmured.

Words were honestly a little difficult to form with Robin's fingers repeatedly brushing against that perfect spot, but Anael turned his head to look at Robin - Robin sucking on his fingers, reminding him exactly how good he was with that tongue of his. There was nothing hidden on the angel's face, his expression fully open and displaying all of his pleasure and desire. The love shone in his eyes through it all. Words were a little difficult, so he stuck with the basics. "I want you to fuck me, Robin," chased down by another moan when the puck's fingers curled inside him. The angel's hips rolled up to meet them, fingers holding his hand tight. "Take all of you. Inside me."

It wasn't exactly begging but it was close enough, and having an angel say fuck me, Robin felt like crossing something big off his bucket list.

He removed his fingers and, feeling magnanimous, rolled them so that Anael was on his back rather than his stomach. He leaned over and kissed him as he moved Anael's legs to position him.

Anael hadn't expected that from the puck, and smiled up at him once he found himself on his back. He did so love kissing, after all, and he hooked his legs up, one on Robin's shoulder, the other on his arm, and pulled him into a brief, loving, and enthusiastic kiss, reaching around his own legs to find Robin's hips and draw him close.

Robin positioned himself carefully, and then broke the kiss so that he could lock eyes with Anael before he began to slowly push inside him. A low groan escaped him as he did.

Anael gasped, breath locked warm inside his lungs before he remembered to breathe out, even as his body accommodated to Robin pushing in. His hands on Robin's hips reached back to cup his arse as soon as it was within reach, pulling him ever closer.

Robin had had plenty of practice with this; he knew how to let someone adjust, knew how to tell when it was time to move again. "You feel good," he murmured. "Divine. Anael. Tell me how it feels."

Anael smiled up at Robin, smoothing his hands in a demanding caress over the small of his back and the swell of his arse, wishing that he would move already. "Lovely," he replied, still smiling up at Robin. "You fill me better than most, Robin. Will you move, or tease me much longer? I want to feel you more."

Robin snorted, though there was a fondness in it, even as he started to thrust, slowly at first. "You can be a little dirty, you know."

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