Cupidity - chapter six
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Cupidity
Chapter six
"What?" he said, when Robin smiled at him.
"You look lovely."
"You're not supposed to say shit like that to another guy."
"Why should I do what I'm supposed to?" Robin said. He slid a hand over Angel's arm and drew him a little nearer. "Besides, it's true. I can't take my eyes off you."
Marco pulled up then, while Angel was still blushing like an idiot.
"What next?" Robin said.
"Seriously?"
"Of course."
"Huh. Well. I want a Playstation."
Marco took them to some electronics store in midtown that looked like it was more used to selling stuff like Robin's TV than a lowly game consol. They had it though, and a selection of games that they toted out in sleek black boxes so Angel could look at them.
Robin spoke quietly with the salesguy for a minute and then came over to Angel. "They're not all the same, are they?"
"Huh?"
"All these." He gestured at the PS3, the Wii, and the XBox.
"Well, no. Playstation's the best though." That's what his brother'd had. Angel remembered him hiding it out in the garage and playing Final Fantasy VII on it. He hadn't let Angel play much, but he'd let him watch if he was quiet. All those tiny, pixelated people had seemed more real than the people he knew at school, and way more human.
"I see."
When Angel finished picking out his games, he noticed three boxes on the counter instead of one, plus various cables and controllers and memory cards. He looked at Robin.
"You're getting them all?"
"Isn't that better than just one?"
Angel felt like an idiot, overwhelmed by a Wii and an XBox for fuck's sake, but he couldn't help it. He nodded quickly and crossed his arms over his stomach like it would help him hold himself together. He should be used to it after living in Robin's place this long, but none of that stuff had really been for him. Or, at least, he hadn't asked for it.
Robin paid and guided Angel outside.
"We're not taking it with us?" Angel asked.
"It'll be delivered and hooked up by the time we get back."
"For real?"
"For real." Robin put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you cold?"
"No. Just." He shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Come with me," Robin said. He took Angel's hand and led him down the street like that, like it was totally normal and there weren't places it would get them both lynched, or at least frowned at and prayed for and denied bank loans. It felt like a much bigger deal than the sex.
They stopped in front of the Burberry store, or Angel stopped, and so Robin had to, too. "Is something wrong?"
"Nah. Three floors of plaid and preppies? What could be wrong."
Robin tugged his hand. "Indulge me."
The men's department looked how Angel had always imagined old English gentlemen's clubs must look, all wood panelling and the smell of leather. There were wing chairs to sit in while Robin told them the sort of thing he wanted. Someone brought them tea and cookies. Angel got crumbs all over his chair. They were damn good cookies, with big chunks of chocolate and nuts.
It wasn't all plaid, he discovered, when he was sent off to change. There were crisp white dress shirts and ties (some of the ties were plaid), pinstriped trousers, and sort of grey-washed jeans. When he got into the jeans and shirt and tie, there was a creamy-brownish peacoat to go over it with sheep fur or something around the collar. He wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, but he actually liked that. It was the softest thing he'd ever worn, like walking around wrapped up in a blanket. The sales guy finished the outfit off with a scarf before he was sent out to show Robin.
Robin pulled Angel into his lap, and all the salespeople discreetly looked away. "What do you think?" Robin asked.
"The coat's okay, I guess. I'm not a dress-up doll."
"Do you really mind?"
He asked so sincerely that Angel had to shake his head. He didn't mind if Robin wanted to dress him up like somebody who'd gone to all those fancy schools he and Eric had. "It's not me, though," he said.
"The clothes make the man, or so I've heard."
"That's such crap."
Robin smiled at him. "Yes. But the clothes don't hurt. And they do look good on you. I like the contrast."
"Between the classy clothes and the loser wearing them?"
"That's not how I think of you."
Angel hadn't even known that was how he thought of himself. Hell. It wasn't, of course it wasn't. There was nothing wrong with him. "Yeah. Sure."
"It's a very buttoned-down look. You are not a buttoned-down person. That's all I meant." His arm tightened around Angel's waist, and Angel let himself lean a little closer.
"Did you see the swim briefs?" Robin asked, after a moment.
"Huh?"
He nodded towards a mannequin wearing nothing but a very small piece of classic brown and red and black plaid. One square of the pattern framed his plastic bulge. Angel snickered and watched Robin's eyes crease at the corners.
"You don't want them?" Robin asked, fake-shocked. It made Angel laugh harder.
"If you buy those, you can wear them yourself."
"Hm, I think I'll pass."
Robin got everything Angel had tried on, plus some V-neck sweaters and another pair of jeans. He draped the coat around Angel's shoulders as they walked out the door. The rest of it was apparently slated for delivery, like the Playstation. Angel'd seen the price tag on the coat before it was snipped off. Nearly two thousand dollars. He hugged it around himself.
Marco and the limo appeared magically in front of them.
"Where are we going now?" Angel asked.
"Didn't I promise you diamonds in that ad? Tiffany's," he told Marco.
"Hey, whoa. You don't have to... I mean. What am I going to do with diamonds?"
"Wear them, of course."
Robin kissed him in the backseat as they drove. His lips were very soft, and his hands slid under Angel's shirt and stroked over his bare skin until Angel shivered, and not from cold.
Tiffany's had the most dramatic lighting Angel had ever seen in a store. Diamonds sparkled under pure white spotlights. There were softer, pink-tinted glows for the pearls and the gold. Robin picked out a Mont Blanc fountain pen with a clear acrylic dome at the end that had a diamond suspended inside it.
"That's for me," he said. "I'll get you one too if you like, but I'm not sharing."
Angel just grinned at him and shook his head. "That's worse than diamonds. What do I want with a fountain pen?"
"You could write things?"
"Like what?"
"A letter home, perhaps?" Robin wasn't even looking at him when he said it, and he didn't wait for an answer. "What do you think of this?" He tapped the case and gestured to the woman nearby to come and help them.
The woman at the counter was as sleek and as beautiful as the white-gold chains that Robin fixed around his neck and wrist. The metal was a slight cool touch on his skin, settling around his neck like a caress. The one at his wrist was heavier. He touched it, fingers bumping over the small perfect links.
"Do you like them?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, I guess." They didn't look like anything he'd thought he'd ever wear - too expensive. They gleamed against his skin. "I mean, yeah. They're great."
Robin ordered one for each wrist, a much thinner one for each ankle, and bright pinsharp diamond studs for his ears, two sets, and platinum hoops. Diamond cufflinks as well.
The necklace came with a small, flat disk, mostly blank, with a diamond in the center. Robin gave instructions for it to be engraved and wrote down whatever it was he wanted on it. Angel didn't get a glimpse.
Robin bought him a wallet too, soft black leather, with handstitching.
"For your credit card," Robin said, over his shoulder. "Shall we go home now?"
It was late when they got back and, just as Robin had said, the Playstation was sitting there on the sleek cabinet, like a miniature dark building. The other stuff was lined up too, waiting for Angel. He went to check, and the clothes were hanging in the closet. There was a large blue velvet box sitting on his dresser. He opened it. The diamonds glittered at him, cool and icy. He took them out and slid the posts through his ears, two sets each side. The last earrings he'd worn had been day-glo plastic hoops that'd got yanked out on the dancefloor in some crappy club.
In the mirror they winked back at him, too bright. They disturbed him in a way he couldn't define. He fixed the chain around his neck and the two bracelets on his wrists. He peeled off his socks and fastened two around his ankles. They all shone, looking grown up and rich and tasteful, but he knew what they were, and what they meant.
Over his shoulder, he saw Robin standing in the doorway, watching. He swallowed. He hadn't heard him move.
"You can come in."
Robin nodded, as if he wasn't pissed off about being invited into what was essentially his own room. He put his hands on Angel's shoulders, then leaned in and kissed him, lips pressing to the skin just behind his ear.
"Come to bed with me." He made it sound like a request, and when Angel went to take the earrings out he caught his hands. "No, keep them in."
"I don't wanna lose them."
"I'll get you more."
His voice had an edge to it, almost urgent. He kept hold of Angel's hands and tugged him through the apartment and into his room. Angel couldn't help but look at the bed. The sheets were green now, as dark as pondwater. Robin curled his fingers over Angel's wrists, pressing down so that those sharp little bruises ached.
"Fuck," Angel said, softly. The room was mostly dark, lit only by a small lamp on the wall near the bed. "I want you."
He knew what it must sound like, again. Pay me in me diamonds and I'll say anything you like.
Angel leaned closer, pressing his face to his neck. Robin smelled expensive. Angel couldn’t tell if it was cologne, or maybe just him, or maybe he spent some time secretly rolling around in thousand dollar bills somewhere.
"Take off your things," Robin said, but he didn't let go of Angel's hands, not until Angel tugged them away.
"You too, then. At the same time."
Robin paused, then nodded, just once, and they stripped while watching each other. Angel's heartbeat was thumping in his ears. Robin pushed him down on the bed and Angel moaned just at the warmth and smoothness of his skin as he straddled Angel's hips. But he seemed more interested in just looking and touching. He spread Angel's hair out over the sheets, smoothing it out. He touched the cool points of the diamonds and traced the line of the chain.
"I don't want you to take these off," he said. "Ever."
Angel could only nod. His throat felt tight. Robin's fingertips were chilly, and he skimmed them over Angel's chest, brushing over his nipples and tracing the bumps of his ribs. He lay still, arms spread loosely as Robin touched him.
"You look so good in my bed," Robin whispered, gazing down at him. He was hard, and ignoring it. "I want to keep you here tonight." He leaned down, palms flat on Angel's chest, pressing him down, and kissed him. One hand tangled in Angel's hair, tightening. His breath shuddered against Angel's skin and when Angel touched his chest he could feel his heart was beating hard and fast. "You're so beautiful."
“Oh, god,” Angel said. It made him a little crazy to hear Robin say that. "Don't."
“You said you want me. Tell me again. Tell me how much,” Robin said.
"I-- I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Fuck me," he said. It came out rough. "Please. Touch me. Anywhere." Robin's lips parted slightly and he made a soft noise, squeezing his knees slightly into Angel's sides. Angel closed his eyes and kept talking. "I want you so bad. From the first time I saw you." None of it was a lie. He wished it was. "You have to touch me. I'm going crazy."
He'd never said anything like this to anyone in his life. It was terrifying. Maybe it was just because no one had ever asked before. He was painfully hard and he couldn't keep quiet for even the lightest touches. Robin twisted his fingers in the chain around Angel's neck, tightening it gently, and Angel nearly came right then.
"Say it again," Robin whispered. "Don't stop."
He turned over and pressed his face into the pillow, saying things he'd never dreamed he'd say. It hurt a little when Robin finally pushed in, probably because Angel was so hyped up. Robin worked into him slowly, so slow that Angel could feel every inch. He was heavy, pinning Angel to the bed with the solid, warm weight of him. He lay still, not moving, mouth on Angel's neck, and then he pushed his hand under Angel's hip and slid his slick palm down Angel's cock, squeezing hard.
"Is this what you wanted?" Robin whispered.
"Yes," Angel said.
Robin began to stroke him, buried deep and hot in his ass. His other hand pulled the chain taut around Angel's neck, digging into his skin just a tiny bit. It didn't hurt, wasn't even uncomfortable, except as a reminder.
Robin licked behind his ear and caught those diamond studs with his teeth, tugging gently as he sank in deeper. Angel's thoughts crackled with heat and dissolved, and about all he could feel was Robin's cock fucking him open, Robin's hands, and Robin's mouth.
Robin stroked him, hard and steady, and Angel clutched at the pillow and prayed he wouldn't stop. Heat built inside him, and then he was spurting over Robin's hand and onto his sheets again, and Robin just kept fucking him, easy and smooth, no pause.
Angel moaned and pushed his face deeper into soft cotton until he could barely breathe. it was almost too much. Robin's breath against Angel's neck was deep and steady, and he tugged gently at the chain around Angel's neck. "Beautiful," he whispered. "And all mine."
Angel pressed a hand over his closed eyes so hard he saw colors swirling in the dark. He moaned louder and arched back into Robin's thrusts, and felt him speed up, felt teeth scrape over the nape of his neck. Angel's grip on the pillow was shaking, and he didn't know whether this was insanely hot or terrifying. Maybe both.
Robin came with a soft hitched breath and his face buried in Angel's neck. His hand tightened on and then released the chain, and he stroked Angel's hair and neck, almost like an apology. Angel lay still and hoped Robin wouldn't ask him if he were all right, because he wasn't sure the answer was yes.
He didn't. He cleaned them both up with tissues from the bedside table and rolled Angel over onto his side. They lay back to front, and Robin pressed a button that turned on the fireplace in the middle of the room. Night light from hell, great. But it was peaceful, too, in a way. Angel watched the flames flicker and grow and fade until his eyes wouldn't stay open any longer. He wasn't sure he'd ever slept with someone holding him before. It wasn't bad, really.
He woke to someone touching his face. Robin was leaning over him. He was washed and dressed and looked as sharp and as neat as a knife blade. There were faint blue circles under his eyes.
"I have to leave for a few days. Something's come up."
"Oh." He reached out and grabbed Robin's arm, not thinking. Robin looked down at his hand. "I mean, okay. How long?"
"I'll be back on Friday."
It was Tuesday now. "What do I do until then?"
"Anything you choose." That faint smile again. "Within reason." He leaned down so that he was not even an inch from Angel's face. His gaze was fixed on Angel's mouth. "But you'd better make sure I can reach you at all times. Yes?"
"Or what?"
"You do like to push me, Angel. Sometimes I think you want me to push straight back. Am I right?"
"No," Angel said. It came out sounding sulky and like a lie.
Robin laughed, just a soft puff of air on Angel's cheek, then closed the small gap between their mouths. His lips were soft and his kiss was almost careful, and Angel felt himself beginning to get hard. Robin pushed the covers down and stroked a hand over Angel's chest, tracing over the warm links of the chain. It lay coiled around his neck almost like a live thing.
"I have to go," he murmured. He tugged lightly. "Behave yourself."
"Whatever you say."
Robin gazed at him for a moment, then pulled away. Angel slipped out of bed and padded out after him, the air too cool on his bare skin. Marco was waiting by the elevator, carrying a black holdall. He didn't seem to notice that Angel was totally naked, or if he did he was good at hiding it.
Robin left without another word and Angel looked around. Breakfast was waiting. Beyond that, he didn't have the slightest fucking clue what to do with himself.
Cupidity
Chapter six
"What?" he said, when Robin smiled at him.
"You look lovely."
"You're not supposed to say shit like that to another guy."
"Why should I do what I'm supposed to?" Robin said. He slid a hand over Angel's arm and drew him a little nearer. "Besides, it's true. I can't take my eyes off you."
Marco pulled up then, while Angel was still blushing like an idiot.
"What next?" Robin said.
"Seriously?"
"Of course."
"Huh. Well. I want a Playstation."
Marco took them to some electronics store in midtown that looked like it was more used to selling stuff like Robin's TV than a lowly game consol. They had it though, and a selection of games that they toted out in sleek black boxes so Angel could look at them.
Robin spoke quietly with the salesguy for a minute and then came over to Angel. "They're not all the same, are they?"
"Huh?"
"All these." He gestured at the PS3, the Wii, and the XBox.
"Well, no. Playstation's the best though." That's what his brother'd had. Angel remembered him hiding it out in the garage and playing Final Fantasy VII on it. He hadn't let Angel play much, but he'd let him watch if he was quiet. All those tiny, pixelated people had seemed more real than the people he knew at school, and way more human.
"I see."
When Angel finished picking out his games, he noticed three boxes on the counter instead of one, plus various cables and controllers and memory cards. He looked at Robin.
"You're getting them all?"
"Isn't that better than just one?"
Angel felt like an idiot, overwhelmed by a Wii and an XBox for fuck's sake, but he couldn't help it. He nodded quickly and crossed his arms over his stomach like it would help him hold himself together. He should be used to it after living in Robin's place this long, but none of that stuff had really been for him. Or, at least, he hadn't asked for it.
Robin paid and guided Angel outside.
"We're not taking it with us?" Angel asked.
"It'll be delivered and hooked up by the time we get back."
"For real?"
"For real." Robin put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you cold?"
"No. Just." He shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Come with me," Robin said. He took Angel's hand and led him down the street like that, like it was totally normal and there weren't places it would get them both lynched, or at least frowned at and prayed for and denied bank loans. It felt like a much bigger deal than the sex.
They stopped in front of the Burberry store, or Angel stopped, and so Robin had to, too. "Is something wrong?"
"Nah. Three floors of plaid and preppies? What could be wrong."
Robin tugged his hand. "Indulge me."
The men's department looked how Angel had always imagined old English gentlemen's clubs must look, all wood panelling and the smell of leather. There were wing chairs to sit in while Robin told them the sort of thing he wanted. Someone brought them tea and cookies. Angel got crumbs all over his chair. They were damn good cookies, with big chunks of chocolate and nuts.
It wasn't all plaid, he discovered, when he was sent off to change. There were crisp white dress shirts and ties (some of the ties were plaid), pinstriped trousers, and sort of grey-washed jeans. When he got into the jeans and shirt and tie, there was a creamy-brownish peacoat to go over it with sheep fur or something around the collar. He wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, but he actually liked that. It was the softest thing he'd ever worn, like walking around wrapped up in a blanket. The sales guy finished the outfit off with a scarf before he was sent out to show Robin.
Robin pulled Angel into his lap, and all the salespeople discreetly looked away. "What do you think?" Robin asked.
"The coat's okay, I guess. I'm not a dress-up doll."
"Do you really mind?"
He asked so sincerely that Angel had to shake his head. He didn't mind if Robin wanted to dress him up like somebody who'd gone to all those fancy schools he and Eric had. "It's not me, though," he said.
"The clothes make the man, or so I've heard."
"That's such crap."
Robin smiled at him. "Yes. But the clothes don't hurt. And they do look good on you. I like the contrast."
"Between the classy clothes and the loser wearing them?"
"That's not how I think of you."
Angel hadn't even known that was how he thought of himself. Hell. It wasn't, of course it wasn't. There was nothing wrong with him. "Yeah. Sure."
"It's a very buttoned-down look. You are not a buttoned-down person. That's all I meant." His arm tightened around Angel's waist, and Angel let himself lean a little closer.
"Did you see the swim briefs?" Robin asked, after a moment.
"Huh?"
He nodded towards a mannequin wearing nothing but a very small piece of classic brown and red and black plaid. One square of the pattern framed his plastic bulge. Angel snickered and watched Robin's eyes crease at the corners.
"You don't want them?" Robin asked, fake-shocked. It made Angel laugh harder.
"If you buy those, you can wear them yourself."
"Hm, I think I'll pass."
Robin got everything Angel had tried on, plus some V-neck sweaters and another pair of jeans. He draped the coat around Angel's shoulders as they walked out the door. The rest of it was apparently slated for delivery, like the Playstation. Angel'd seen the price tag on the coat before it was snipped off. Nearly two thousand dollars. He hugged it around himself.
Marco and the limo appeared magically in front of them.
"Where are we going now?" Angel asked.
"Didn't I promise you diamonds in that ad? Tiffany's," he told Marco.
"Hey, whoa. You don't have to... I mean. What am I going to do with diamonds?"
"Wear them, of course."
Robin kissed him in the backseat as they drove. His lips were very soft, and his hands slid under Angel's shirt and stroked over his bare skin until Angel shivered, and not from cold.
Tiffany's had the most dramatic lighting Angel had ever seen in a store. Diamonds sparkled under pure white spotlights. There were softer, pink-tinted glows for the pearls and the gold. Robin picked out a Mont Blanc fountain pen with a clear acrylic dome at the end that had a diamond suspended inside it.
"That's for me," he said. "I'll get you one too if you like, but I'm not sharing."
Angel just grinned at him and shook his head. "That's worse than diamonds. What do I want with a fountain pen?"
"You could write things?"
"Like what?"
"A letter home, perhaps?" Robin wasn't even looking at him when he said it, and he didn't wait for an answer. "What do you think of this?" He tapped the case and gestured to the woman nearby to come and help them.
The woman at the counter was as sleek and as beautiful as the white-gold chains that Robin fixed around his neck and wrist. The metal was a slight cool touch on his skin, settling around his neck like a caress. The one at his wrist was heavier. He touched it, fingers bumping over the small perfect links.
"Do you like them?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, I guess." They didn't look like anything he'd thought he'd ever wear - too expensive. They gleamed against his skin. "I mean, yeah. They're great."
Robin ordered one for each wrist, a much thinner one for each ankle, and bright pinsharp diamond studs for his ears, two sets, and platinum hoops. Diamond cufflinks as well.
The necklace came with a small, flat disk, mostly blank, with a diamond in the center. Robin gave instructions for it to be engraved and wrote down whatever it was he wanted on it. Angel didn't get a glimpse.
Robin bought him a wallet too, soft black leather, with handstitching.
"For your credit card," Robin said, over his shoulder. "Shall we go home now?"
It was late when they got back and, just as Robin had said, the Playstation was sitting there on the sleek cabinet, like a miniature dark building. The other stuff was lined up too, waiting for Angel. He went to check, and the clothes were hanging in the closet. There was a large blue velvet box sitting on his dresser. He opened it. The diamonds glittered at him, cool and icy. He took them out and slid the posts through his ears, two sets each side. The last earrings he'd worn had been day-glo plastic hoops that'd got yanked out on the dancefloor in some crappy club.
In the mirror they winked back at him, too bright. They disturbed him in a way he couldn't define. He fixed the chain around his neck and the two bracelets on his wrists. He peeled off his socks and fastened two around his ankles. They all shone, looking grown up and rich and tasteful, but he knew what they were, and what they meant.
Over his shoulder, he saw Robin standing in the doorway, watching. He swallowed. He hadn't heard him move.
"You can come in."
Robin nodded, as if he wasn't pissed off about being invited into what was essentially his own room. He put his hands on Angel's shoulders, then leaned in and kissed him, lips pressing to the skin just behind his ear.
"Come to bed with me." He made it sound like a request, and when Angel went to take the earrings out he caught his hands. "No, keep them in."
"I don't wanna lose them."
"I'll get you more."
His voice had an edge to it, almost urgent. He kept hold of Angel's hands and tugged him through the apartment and into his room. Angel couldn't help but look at the bed. The sheets were green now, as dark as pondwater. Robin curled his fingers over Angel's wrists, pressing down so that those sharp little bruises ached.
"Fuck," Angel said, softly. The room was mostly dark, lit only by a small lamp on the wall near the bed. "I want you."
He knew what it must sound like, again. Pay me in me diamonds and I'll say anything you like.
Angel leaned closer, pressing his face to his neck. Robin smelled expensive. Angel couldn’t tell if it was cologne, or maybe just him, or maybe he spent some time secretly rolling around in thousand dollar bills somewhere.
"Take off your things," Robin said, but he didn't let go of Angel's hands, not until Angel tugged them away.
"You too, then. At the same time."
Robin paused, then nodded, just once, and they stripped while watching each other. Angel's heartbeat was thumping in his ears. Robin pushed him down on the bed and Angel moaned just at the warmth and smoothness of his skin as he straddled Angel's hips. But he seemed more interested in just looking and touching. He spread Angel's hair out over the sheets, smoothing it out. He touched the cool points of the diamonds and traced the line of the chain.
"I don't want you to take these off," he said. "Ever."
Angel could only nod. His throat felt tight. Robin's fingertips were chilly, and he skimmed them over Angel's chest, brushing over his nipples and tracing the bumps of his ribs. He lay still, arms spread loosely as Robin touched him.
"You look so good in my bed," Robin whispered, gazing down at him. He was hard, and ignoring it. "I want to keep you here tonight." He leaned down, palms flat on Angel's chest, pressing him down, and kissed him. One hand tangled in Angel's hair, tightening. His breath shuddered against Angel's skin and when Angel touched his chest he could feel his heart was beating hard and fast. "You're so beautiful."
“Oh, god,” Angel said. It made him a little crazy to hear Robin say that. "Don't."
“You said you want me. Tell me again. Tell me how much,” Robin said.
"I-- I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Fuck me," he said. It came out rough. "Please. Touch me. Anywhere." Robin's lips parted slightly and he made a soft noise, squeezing his knees slightly into Angel's sides. Angel closed his eyes and kept talking. "I want you so bad. From the first time I saw you." None of it was a lie. He wished it was. "You have to touch me. I'm going crazy."
He'd never said anything like this to anyone in his life. It was terrifying. Maybe it was just because no one had ever asked before. He was painfully hard and he couldn't keep quiet for even the lightest touches. Robin twisted his fingers in the chain around Angel's neck, tightening it gently, and Angel nearly came right then.
"Say it again," Robin whispered. "Don't stop."
He turned over and pressed his face into the pillow, saying things he'd never dreamed he'd say. It hurt a little when Robin finally pushed in, probably because Angel was so hyped up. Robin worked into him slowly, so slow that Angel could feel every inch. He was heavy, pinning Angel to the bed with the solid, warm weight of him. He lay still, not moving, mouth on Angel's neck, and then he pushed his hand under Angel's hip and slid his slick palm down Angel's cock, squeezing hard.
"Is this what you wanted?" Robin whispered.
"Yes," Angel said.
Robin began to stroke him, buried deep and hot in his ass. His other hand pulled the chain taut around Angel's neck, digging into his skin just a tiny bit. It didn't hurt, wasn't even uncomfortable, except as a reminder.
Robin licked behind his ear and caught those diamond studs with his teeth, tugging gently as he sank in deeper. Angel's thoughts crackled with heat and dissolved, and about all he could feel was Robin's cock fucking him open, Robin's hands, and Robin's mouth.
Robin stroked him, hard and steady, and Angel clutched at the pillow and prayed he wouldn't stop. Heat built inside him, and then he was spurting over Robin's hand and onto his sheets again, and Robin just kept fucking him, easy and smooth, no pause.
Angel moaned and pushed his face deeper into soft cotton until he could barely breathe. it was almost too much. Robin's breath against Angel's neck was deep and steady, and he tugged gently at the chain around Angel's neck. "Beautiful," he whispered. "And all mine."
Angel pressed a hand over his closed eyes so hard he saw colors swirling in the dark. He moaned louder and arched back into Robin's thrusts, and felt him speed up, felt teeth scrape over the nape of his neck. Angel's grip on the pillow was shaking, and he didn't know whether this was insanely hot or terrifying. Maybe both.
Robin came with a soft hitched breath and his face buried in Angel's neck. His hand tightened on and then released the chain, and he stroked Angel's hair and neck, almost like an apology. Angel lay still and hoped Robin wouldn't ask him if he were all right, because he wasn't sure the answer was yes.
He didn't. He cleaned them both up with tissues from the bedside table and rolled Angel over onto his side. They lay back to front, and Robin pressed a button that turned on the fireplace in the middle of the room. Night light from hell, great. But it was peaceful, too, in a way. Angel watched the flames flicker and grow and fade until his eyes wouldn't stay open any longer. He wasn't sure he'd ever slept with someone holding him before. It wasn't bad, really.
He woke to someone touching his face. Robin was leaning over him. He was washed and dressed and looked as sharp and as neat as a knife blade. There were faint blue circles under his eyes.
"I have to leave for a few days. Something's come up."
"Oh." He reached out and grabbed Robin's arm, not thinking. Robin looked down at his hand. "I mean, okay. How long?"
"I'll be back on Friday."
It was Tuesday now. "What do I do until then?"
"Anything you choose." That faint smile again. "Within reason." He leaned down so that he was not even an inch from Angel's face. His gaze was fixed on Angel's mouth. "But you'd better make sure I can reach you at all times. Yes?"
"Or what?"
"You do like to push me, Angel. Sometimes I think you want me to push straight back. Am I right?"
"No," Angel said. It came out sounding sulky and like a lie.
Robin laughed, just a soft puff of air on Angel's cheek, then closed the small gap between their mouths. His lips were soft and his kiss was almost careful, and Angel felt himself beginning to get hard. Robin pushed the covers down and stroked a hand over Angel's chest, tracing over the warm links of the chain. It lay coiled around his neck almost like a live thing.
"I have to go," he murmured. He tugged lightly. "Behave yourself."
"Whatever you say."
Robin gazed at him for a moment, then pulled away. Angel slipped out of bed and padded out after him, the air too cool on his bare skin. Marco was waiting by the elevator, carrying a black holdall. He didn't seem to notice that Angel was totally naked, or if he did he was good at hiding it.
Robin left without another word and Angel looked around. Breakfast was waiting. Beyond that, he didn't have the slightest fucking clue what to do with himself.
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