Anael

[goodfellow]

After their short exchange outside, Robin pulled Anael inside the club so that he could bring him to a back room and do exactly as they'd promised.

The music was loud, and there were a lot of people, many wearing less clothing than they had when they'd come in.

They paused by the bar because of a bottleneck of people, and then suddenly there was a hand on Robin's shoulder. He turned, not letting go of Anael's hand. There was an older man, attractive, wearing a nice suit. "Are you Rob?" he asked, voice tight. "The owner?"

"Sure," Robin said. "But as you can see, I've already got company. You'll have to stand in line."

And then suddenly there was a fist coming hard at Robin's face and everything exploded into pain.

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[goodfellow]

Robin smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. It did sting his injured lip, and he hoped that Anael didn't mind a small taste of blood.

[whispersoflove]

It seemed only fitting, in a way that made Anael's heart ache, but he focused on the - tenderness - Robin felt toward him as they kissed, willing to lose himself in that warmth rather than pay too much attention to his own darkness just then. His hands kept on stroking patterns on Robin's skin as they kissed, and he broke it with a soft lap of his tongue over Robin's lip, as if to soothe the hurt of kissing.

[goodfellow]

It actually felt good right now, that tenderness. Especially with the bruise Robin could feel blooming on his jaw.

"I want you to fuck me," he said when the kiss broke, not having really realized it until that moment. Something about the way Anael was kissing him made him want to be taken care of.

[whispersoflove]

"Here?" Anael asked, eyebrows raising inquiringly, his hands stroking broader patterns on his back as he pushed to his feet, forcing Robin to step back. Now they were of a height, and Anael moved in for another kiss, briefer, to let Robin answer.

[goodfellow]

When the kiss broke, Robin shook his head. "Bed across the hall," he said. He thought laying down would be good, apparently the punch had given him a headache. Not that that made him want to stop this. On the contrary. He would prefer that Anael made him forget the pain.

He took Anael's hand again and pulled him out the office and to another room - a bedroom. Because, yes, obviously Robin had one of those here. There was a large bed, a wardrobe, a couch, and a large mirror above the bed.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled at the sight of the mirror, his thumb brushing Robin's hand softly. "Do you ever not love looking at yourself?" he asked, clearly very fondly, turning into Robin and kissing his bare shoulder, cupping his face to kiss him again on the lips, soft and tender.

[goodfellow]

The cut on his lip still stung with the kisses, but Robin didn't really mind.

"I enjoy looking at myself as much as everyone else enjoys looking at me," he said when the kiss broke. "My face hurts. I want you to distract me."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled again, eyes warm with affection, hands trailing down to Robin's belt buckle. "Your wish is my command." Clearly playful, and all too happy to focus solely on Robin, if it allowed him to work through the way he felt.

[goodfellow]

Robin closed his eyes and let out a little sigh, clearly happy to just lay back and let someone else give him pleasure.

[whispersoflove]

Anael opened his belt buckle and slipped his hand in, smiling at the welcome feel of Robin's cock. His warm fingers trailed over it in a hello touch, before he pulled them back. "Sit down," he requested quietly, meaning to deal with the puck's shoes and get him completely naked.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a small sound of pleasure when Anael touched him, and then happily complied with sitting down on the bed. "I like seeing you on your knees," he murmured.

[whispersoflove]

Anael glanced up at him with a smile, fingers working on the laces of one shoe, then the next. He pulled them off, and Robin's socks, his own boots and socks disappearing with a thought. "What else do you like?" he asked, hands sliding up Robin's thighs as he knelt up to trail kisses along his jawline.

[goodfellow]

"I like..." Robin closed his eyes and sighed a little. "I like being worshipped."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled against Robin's neck, and kissed his pulse point reverently, hands reaching his hips and curling in his waistband. "You know what I equate worship with." He tugged slightly, so Robin would know to lift his hips and let Anael peel his clothes off.

[goodfellow]

"That's why I figured it was an appropriate term for you," Robin murmured as he lifted his hips up.

[whispersoflove]

Anael pulled the trousers off, then ran his hands up the back of Robin's calves, bending his head to kiss his lower thigh. "So you'd like me to..." Another kiss, unhurried, slightly higher, and a brief smile at the word he was thinking, if not saying, "Worship you..." Another, getting all too close to Robin's gorgeous, impressive erection. "Tonight?"

[goodfellow]

"Sure," said Robin, looking down at him with heavily lidded eyes. "And you can start by worshipping my cock."

[whispersoflove]

"That's the idea," Anael told him with a wide smile. It faded as he sucked Robin's cock gently into his mouth, hands sliding up the sides of his thighs to find his hips, fingers gently stroking warm skin as he slowly, reverently sucked his cock. Love and worship one and the same, and they were certainly both present in the way he was blowing Robin, tongue cradling his cock, tonguing at the spots he knew to make him moan, lips snug around his width as he worked to relax his throat.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned softly, and rolled his hips a little, encouraging. Anael really was very good at this. His split lip was already forgotten.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hardly needed encouragement, but certainly welcomed it. He gradually took more and more of Robin in, hiis hands gently urging him back so that he could more easily end up swallowing him down, throat working around him.

Not needing to breathe made for rather easier blow jobs. No need to focus on anything else but what he was doing to Robin - but that cock he was worshipping.

[goodfellow]

When Robin had first been with Anael, he'd really gotten off on the fact that he was an angel - an angel on his knees, an angel begging for it, an angel sucking his cock. Now, he was just Anael, and he was very good at this. He made Robin feel good. But apparently being an angel had its advantages, and oh god could he suck cock with the best of them.

Robin moaned, and thrust a hand out to tangle his fingers in Anael's hair.

[whispersoflove]

If it hadn't been for the cock pushing down his throat, Anael would have happily hummed in appreciation of that hand. But he was much too focused on his task, and with a puck - or rather, with Robin, since he was not sure he would ever want to bed another - he had no need to hold back. He could make him come now, and he would still have as many orgasms in store as they wanted. So Anael swallowed around his cock for a little while longer, then pulled back to start bobbing his head up and down his cock again, wanting to push him to release with nothing but his mouth, a first act of worship.

[goodfellow]

Robin too saw no reason to hold back. The night was young, and he had every intention of coming a number of times with Anael's talented body.

"Fuck..." he groaned, tipping his head back and gasping, as he came down the angel's throat.

[whispersoflove]

Anael swallowed down to every last drop, gradually easing off Robin's cock. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh, then spread his legs wider, and applied his mouth to his balls, nuzzling and sucking them, progressively heading down, hands on his hips encouraging Robin to shift them, to give Anael better access.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned as Anael continued working. His cock was sensitive now but not unpleasantly so, and he shifted his body and spread his legs wider to give Anael access to anything he might want.