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]

"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..."

[whispersoflove]

"You think that I don't?" Anael murmured, amused, before nibbling on Robin's jaw. He leaned up, then thrust into him hard. Not fast, but definitely hard, and deep. "Is this what you want?"

[goodfellow]

"Fuck yes," Robin groaned. "Fuck yes."

He dug his nails hard into the back of Anael's neck.

[whispersoflove]

The added sensation, as well as the rest of Robin's response, made Anael smile, and he gave Robin what he wanted, setting up a steady rhythm of hard thrusts and showing no sign of exertion.

[goodfellow]

Robin was wild underneath him now, writhing and moaning and scraping his nails don't Anael's back. "Touch me," he demanded in a gasp. "I want to come."

[whispersoflove]

Anael scraped his teeth along Robin's jaw, then shifted his balance to one arm, so he could spit in his other hand and sneak it between them, to wrap around Robin's cock and match stripping pulls to the snaps of his hips. It might have been difficult for a human to keep up the same force like this, but Anael wasn't even breaking a sweat - for all that he was greatly enjoying himself, and holding back so that he would not come before Robin.

[goodfellow]

Robin was appreciative as well. He moaned Anael's name.

"Look up," he added in a gasp then, and lifted his eyes to the mirror above the bed, watching them there.

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled at the suggestion, and did look up, but briefly. He couldn't see most of them, the way he was (not and still fuck the puck as he wanted), and would much rather focus on Robin than on the picture they painted from above, anyway. "I'd rather look at you," he replied as he looked back down at Robin, his tone full of love.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes dropped as well, looking into Anael's face now. He gasped as the angel continued to fuck him, and...

He came with a sharp cry. It was just as hard as the first time.