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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[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.

[whispersoflove]

Anael came not far behind, just a few more thrusts, locking eyes with Robin only adding that much more to the moment, to his pleasure. His hips stuttered as his orgasm pushed a happy moan out of him, and he pulled his now sticky hand back from between them and put his head in Robin's neck, kissing the skin there.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a low groan and relaxed into the mattress. "That was just what I needed."

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled against his skin, and pressed his lips to his neck again, trailing kisses up to his earlobe. "I'm glad I could be of service." Playful, and he nipped at Robin's earlobe before adding, more genuine, "It was lovely."

[goodfellow]

"It was," Robin assured him. "I love how dirty you are." He grinned.

[whispersoflove]

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Robin," Anael replied, smiling warmly at him, eyes shining happily. He sounded convincingly innocent, even.

[goodfellow]

"Don't deny it or next time I'll make you prove it," Robin purred. "Make you talk dirty to me for hours. Every other word out of your mouth 'fuck' or 'cock'. As long as you're talking about mine."

[whispersoflove]

"I don't think I could talk dirty at length without slipping into talk of love," Anael pointed out, amused by the notion. The truth was, he seemed unable to talk about anything at length without slipping into talk of love. He kissed Robin's jaw, then slipped out of him, scooting down just enough to be able to rest his hands on his chest, and his chin on top of them. "But I'll try, if you like." He wouldn't make any promise about being any good at it, though.

[goodfellow]

"Next time," Robin murmured, looking up at him. And then smirked. "I mean, unless you want to wait five minutes and have another go."

[whispersoflove]

"Won't your club need you?" Anael asked, smiling at the prospect. He was not saying no.

[goodfellow]

"I don't know," Robin mused. "I think that you could convince me that you need me more."

[whispersoflove]

"You and your cock," Anael agreed, smile widening into a grin. "It's been too long since I've had it inside me, Robin." He sounded perfectly earnest, but with an undertone of loving playfulness. "It's like none other."

[goodfellow]

Robin's lips quirked into a smile. "Oh? Well, why don't you tell me more about it..." He leaned up towards him. "Tell me about how you're a cock hungry little slut, hmm?" He said this with sincere affection in the words.

[whispersoflove]

"If that's what I am for wanting your cock inside me," Anael replied, and sat up so he could straddle Robin's thighs, wrapping warm fingers around the puck's cock. "Then yes," he confirmed with a soft smile. "I'm a cock-loving little slut."

[goodfellow]

Robin knew it wasn't exactly sincere, but he still loved hearing such dirty things come out of an angel's mouth. His cock, soft a moment ago, began to swell again.

"And mine in particular, hmmm?" he purred. "As good as my ass is, it was a disappointment when you were fucking me, wasn't it? Part of you wished that it was me filling you up instead..."

[whispersoflove]

"The real disappointment," Anael smiled again, at the thought, "is that we can't do both at once."

[goodfellow]

Robin wet his lips. "I do have all manner of dildos and vibrators in that wardrobe over there. But you're right, it is indeed a shame."

He stretched his neck to lick Anael's ear.

"Or you could go find someone to join us."

[whispersoflove]

"It wouldn't be you," Anael pointed out, smiled again, and added, "It could never be you," on account of the number of physical replicas of Robin running around. He turned his head to catch Robin's lips in a soft, loving kiss. "Do you want me to go get someone?"

[goodfellow]

"Mmmmm I can't tell if you would actually like that or if you're just humoring me," Robin murmured.

[whispersoflove]

"Why can't it be both?" Anael asked, and kissed Robin's jawline. "I'd love," and another kiss, just beside the first, "to fuck someone," and another, "while you fuck me," and another, "and I'll love it even more," he nipped at Robin's earlobe, "for you loving it."

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned. He hadn't been entirely serious about the suggestion, but now he totally was.

"... go," he said softly. "Go find someone. I want you to choose... man, woman, whatever. Someone who turns your crank for whatever reason." Even if it was, heaven forbid, having a heart open to love or something.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled, and leaned back to watch Robin, hand still slowly working over his cock. "What will you do while I'm gone?"

[goodfellow]

"Lay here and... anticipate," Robin purred, sliding a hand down to replace Anael's with his own.

[whispersoflove]

Anael pulled his hand back and leaned down to give the head of Robin's cock a (temporary) goodbye suckle. "Don't come without us," he told Robin, eyes twinkling happily, and then he was off the bed and heading for the door, fully clothed again between one step and the next, in his usual jeans and t-shirt. He adjusted himself in the jeans, then slipped out to get back to the club proper.