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]

"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.