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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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."

"Can I?" Anael looked perfectly innocent, shifting with the roll of Robin's hips. Well, he looked perfectly innocent until he shifted just the right way for Robin to hit that perfect, wonderful spot inside him again, and he let his eyes close as the pleasure pushed a soft moan out of him - a soft moan that wasn't anything close to innocent.

"Oh, that's a nice sound," Robin murmured, and nipped at Anael's throat lightly with his teeth before he started up a more steady rhythm. A little harder.

"That was a nicer sensation," Anael assured him a little breathily. He didn't technically need to breathe, of course, but it was reflex, when in a body, and his breath had already grown shorter with the tighter snap of Robin's hips. He exhaled on each thrust, more often than out letting the breath carry out a sound with it. He'd never been the sort to keep anything quiet, be it love or pleasure - or both.

Robin loved the responsiveness of the man - the angel, ha! - underneath him. "You feel good," he breathed, and pressed his mouth to Anael's neck.

"We feel good," Anael confirmed with a small, brief smile, and made a soft and happy sound at what Robin's mouth was doing to the soft skin of his neck.

"Because you're tight and hot," Robin murmured, thrusting a little harder now. "And you take me so well."

That first harder thrust shocked a delighted moan from Anael's lips, and his hips caught on, meeting Robin's on each of their lovely snaps. A smile fleeted across his face at the puck's words. "And the other way around," he murmured, and leaned up for a short, hard kiss. It had to be short, because Anael would not sacrifice the rhythm of their hips for a kiss.

"Tell me how you love being fucked, my dove," Robin breathed against Anael's skin as he continued a steady, hard pace.

Anael's fingers curled against Robin's skin, not enough to mark, but enough to be felt. He loved being fucked every single way that showed love, but right then? Right then, he wanted restraint to go out the window. "Harder," he stated quietly, punctuating that statement with a dryer snap of his hips when the puck pushed in. "You can't hurt me, Robin. Fuck me harder."

Taking that to heart, Robin pulled out - but only so that he could grab Anael and flip him onto his stomach. Though as soon as he thrust back into him - hard - he also pulled a bit at Anael's hair to position his body so that his back was arched and his neck was in reach of Robin's mouth for a kiss.

Anael rolled when Robin wanted him to, and readily at that; he had been wondering whether his words would push the puck to change positions. Much as he enjoyed kissing, he couldn't say that he was disappointed, especially not when Robin rammed into him - shocking a louder cry from Anael - and even less so when his lips found Anael's neck. Regardless of the hold on his hair, he pushed back into Robin's next thrust, with another happy cry, and so it went on. For all that he was being fucked, and with quite some force by human standards, he was also fucking right back, love hot and tight in his lungs, colouring the entire experience in shades of warmth, and right.

Robin loved the way that the angel responded. He didn't hold back anymore, fucking him hard and fast and deep. He didn't touch Anael's cock yet. He could go on like this for quite some time.

So could Anael, happily lost as he was in a maelstrom of pleasure and love, all of which led back to God. He owed Him (Them) for everything, including this moment and the love he felt for the puck ramming relentlessly into him.

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