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]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

"You're shameless," Robin gasped at him, fondly. "I love it. Tell me what you want, gorgeous."

[whispersoflove]

He did love it, and it washed warmly over Anael, packing his lungs tighter with heat. "I want to find out," he paused when Robin rammed into him, and took another breath, "how long pucks," and again, "can really go at this." Yes, there was an edge of a challenge to his breathy voice; playfulness so easily mixed with love, when it came to him.

[goodfellow]

Robin rammed into him once more, hard, deep, and then stay there, pulling Anael's head up again so that he could breathe into his ear. "Then it's good I can't hurt you. Because otherwise you would not be able to walk for a week."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled, and pulled against that hold on his hair to feel it a little more. "I hardly need to walk, do I," he replied, still riding the pleasure from that last perfect thrust, and he squeezed his muscles around Robin, encouragement.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a low, growling sound of approval at that statement. "Another time we will do this at my place," he murmured. "Where I have my toy chest." He could imagine all kinds of fun things he could do with someone who could last all night and couldn't be hurt.

[whispersoflove]

"But I'm loving your cock," Anael stated, more than protested, and he did his best to push back on it as he squeezed down again, trying to get Robin to start moving again.

[goodfellow]

"Oh?" Robin scraped his teeth across Anael's throat. "Do you?"

Now he wanted to hear him beg.

[whispersoflove]

"Haven't I been vocal enough?" Anael asked, and pushed back again, a shiver traveling up his spine from the drag of Robin's teeth.

[goodfellow]

Robin rolled his hips but didn't quite start thrusting again yet. "I'd just so love to hear you beg, my lovely dove."

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed happily at the news. That was an easy thing to give the puck. "Please, Robin, will you prove to me how long you can keep fucking me?"

[goodfellow]

The laugh made that rather not what Robin had in mind. So he started to fuck him again, but slow and methodical this time. Teasing, with the promise of more.

[whispersoflove]

Anael made a pleased sound, although it wasn't what he had had in mind, either. "Was that not good enough, or -" he let out a soft moan when a shift of his hips made Robin thrust into him at the perfect angle - "do you need to take it this slow?" Definitely teasing, yes.

[goodfellow]

"Need is an interesting word," Robin breathed as he rocked forward into him again. "What do you need?"

[whispersoflove]

"Do you really want me," Anael breathed out with the slow push of Robin inside him, enjoying every inch of that stretch, "to go theological on you?"

[goodfellow]

"No," Robin whispered. "If your needs don't involve things like come and cock, I don't want to hear about it at the moment."

[whispersoflove]

"I thought as much," Anael breathily confirmed, muscles shifting as he pushed back against Robin's hips. He wanted, that much was certain. Needed was something else altogether.

[goodfellow]

"You're perfect," Robin breathed against his neck. "Feel so good. So fucking good. I can't wait to see you fall apart."

[whispersoflove]

The words seemed to suffuse Anael's lungs with yet more warmth, a smile stretching his lips as another shift of his lips sparked another surge of pleasure, and pulled a low moan out of him. "Again, and again?" he offered, instead of pointing out that Robin, with his slow thrusts, was doing a very good job of waiting.