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]

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.

[whispersoflove]

What Anael wanted was to worship every inch of Robin's body. But he would start with the most obvious, pulling Robin to the very edge of the bed, so it was easier for him to find his hole with his tongue, nose right up against his balls.

[goodfellow]

"Fuuuuuck," Robin moaned, spreading his legs even further and letting his head fall back. That felt damn good. And he had a special appreciation for the enthusiasm with which Anael went about the task.

[whispersoflove]

That special appreciation felt warm and alive to Anael, who was only encouraged to keep going, pointing his tongue and pushing in, working Robin open little by little, gradually and lovingly, with all the affection and desire inside him, inside them both.

[goodfellow]

"If your tongue feels that good I can't wait for your cock," Robin sighed.

It felt good to just lay back and let someone give him pleasure.

[whispersoflove]

Anael made a soft hum of acknowledgement, then after a little while longer, pulled back and climbed on top of Robin, biting and kissing his way up his chest. "We're going to need lube." He wasn't going to start rummaging through drawers.

[goodfellow]

"Mmmmhmmmmmm," Robin hummed. "Yes, that drawer. Do you want me on my back or my stomach?"

[whispersoflove]

"Back," Anael told him, moving to go and grab the... no, one of the lubes from the drawer. He didn't pay a lot of attention to what the bottle he picked up said, and immediately came back to Robin, giving his cock a fond kiss before kneeling between his spread legs, squeezing some lube out onto his fingers.

[goodfellow]

Robin lay back, relaxing more comfortably on the bed, still keeping his legs spread wide for Anael. He sighed contently, the way he might if he were about to get a massage.

[whispersoflove]

Anael pushed a finger in, but almost immediately added a second, knowing that Robin could perfectly take it. The lube felt oddly warm between them, and when Anael peered at the bottle, he laughed to see that it was the "warming" sort. "I didn't plan that," he told Robin, amused, and stretched over him to lick his nipple, then graze his teeth over it, fingers crooking inside him.

[goodfellow]

Another groan from Robin, eyes dropping closed. He wasn't even going to get impatient, ask to be fucked, because to be honest he was enjoying the foreplay.

[whispersoflove]

Worship wasn't something hasty. You didn't hurry it along. You took your time and savoured every second of it. Anael based what he did on Robin's responses, especially the motions of his fingers, while he mapped Robin's chest with his mouth, biting here, licking there, drawing a trail of kisses from here to there. He pushed a third finger in after a while, still amused by the warmth radiating from the lube, a pale echo of that in his chest.

[goodfellow]

Eventually, Robin did start to squirm, his body growing impatient, wanting more.

[whispersoflove]

"Something you'd like?" Anael asked playfully, teeth grazing along his collarbone before he kissed his pulse point. Even as he asked, he crooked his fingers again, wanting to make Robin moan.

[goodfellow]

Robin did moan. He also bucked his hips shamelessly.

"... fuck me," he groaned, finally.

[whispersoflove]

"You're gorgeous," Anael told him, smile wide and full of love. He finally vanished his clothes with a thought, and moved between Robin's thighs, hooking one of his legs up on his arm. He sighed out happily when he pushed in, and leaned down to kiss the puck once he was sheathed fully inside him.

[goodfellow]

Robin threaded the fingers of one hand up into Anael's hair, and pulled himself even closer to him, encouraging him deeper. He moaned into the kiss as his body arched.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hummed into the kiss, pushing as deep as he could, before he pulled back to rock back in again, drawing the kiss out, still mindful of Robin's split lip.

[goodfellow]

The kisses still brought stings of pain but Robin found that he didn't really care.

He might have wanted to just lay back and let Anael give him pleasure, but now that he was actually being fucked he found that he was an active participant. He rocked back against Anael's body, wrapped his legs around, pulled him deep, made shameless sounds of pleasure as the angel fucked him.

[whispersoflove]

That was by far more pleasant than if Robin had seemed to simply lay back and think of, well, England. Anael had never known him not to be an active participant, and might've worried. As it was, he was fully focused on giving them both what they wanted, the pleasure laced through Robin's affection only increasing his own. He built up a steady rhythm, unhurried but far from leisurely, each slow thrust characterised by intent, by drive, kisses shared now and then.

[goodfellow]

"Harder," Robin demanded in a breathless gasp. "Fuck me like you mean it, angel..."