Cupidity - chapter eighteen
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Robin drove them back to Barcelona and checked them into a place called Hotel Omm. It was as scarily modern as Robin's apartment, and the corridor they walked to get to their suite was dark and shiny and reminded Angel strongly of the fairy mound in that might-suddenly-decide-to-eat-you way.
The room, though, was light and airy and had a giant bed and a balcony. Angel flopped down on the bed. He'd only been up a few hours, and he felt exhausted already.
Robin sat down next to him and said nothing, did nothing. He just stayed there. His face was perfectly still.
"Tell me about it?" Angel said. "You know, your life."
Robin kicked his shoes off and drew his feet up on the bed. He wrapped his arms around his knees. "When I was fifteen, at boarding school, Rose came to my room one night."
"Uh oh."
"My roommate was at the library. She said we were going to have sex. I think she meant to have a child with me. I don't know why. Perhaps she meant it to inherit. Perhaps she wanted to kill the queen's grandchild. Rose is not a stable person. You may have noticed."
"Yeah, kinda. So did you?"
"What?"
"Have sex?"
"Oh. Yes, of course. I've gotten better at resisting her over the years, but that was only five years after--after my tenth birthday."
"What happened on your tenth birthday?" Angel asked, even thought he was pretty sure he didn't want to know.
"I'd run away from the palace. Eos told her to bring me back and make it clear that I wasn't to disobey either of them ever again." He paused. "I think Rose hadn't realized how fragile children are, even ones that aren't entirely human."
Angel edged closer and laid his head in Robin's lap. He was totally right. He didn't want to know. Robin's fingers combed through his hair and stroked his cheek.
"I'm sorry," Angel said.
"There's no need. I recovered. And I think it's better to know what she's capable of."
Angel put his arms around Robin's waist and hugged him. He felt Robin freeze for a second and then sort of curl over him until his hair was falling in Angel's eyes.
"I'll stop," Robin said. "Finding men for her. Rose can do it. There's no way she could be angrier with me than she is already."
Angel squeezed him tighter, and they were both quiet for a minute.
Angel cleared his throat. "So. I've got a plan."
"Hmm?"
"I think you should fuck me and then we should order a lot of room service. Maybe get really, really drunk. Sound good?"
"The first part, definitely. Although. The other way around would be all right as well."
"More than okay. Just, not this time, huh?"
Robin nodded. "Will you undress for me?"
No more orders, Angel noticed. He sort of missed them, in a weird, probably unhealthy way. He kissed Robin's stomach through his shirt and stood. Robin watched as avidly as ever while he stripped.
He dropped his clothes to the floor piece by piece and kicked them away. He stepped forward into a patch of sunlight from the high windows. Robin watched him slide his hands down over his chest and thighs. "You still want me, yeah?" Angel said quietly.
"Almost constantly. Come here, please." He held out his hand.
"You don't have to...uh."
Angel laced his fingers with Robin's and looked down at their hands.
"What is it I don't have to do?"
"You don't have to say please. You know. Every time. It's okay." His cheeks felt warm. He shifted from foot to foot until Robin drew him closer and kissed his chest.
"I'm trying to be--better."
"Just don't fuck me in my sleep." He chewed on his lip a second. "Unless you ask me first."
Robin's hand spread out over his ribcage, long fingers pressing into his skin. "I won't. I give you my word. But I still want..." He mouthed at the ridges of Angel's ribs, licking in the spaces between his own fingers. "I want so much."
"I want it too."
Robin smiled at him, an edge of his usual sharpness returning. "Well. That's good to know."
He spread his legs and tugged Angel still closer to stand between them. Angel could see the shape of his cock where his pants were pulled tight. He licked up Angel's chest to one nipple and sucked until it was hard. He bit lightly, teeth scraping over wet skin and tightening towards the tip. Angel gasped, and Robin did it again, and again, and then he moved on to the other one.
Angel's dick was getting hard. He rubbed his palm over it and shut his eyes. "That's good. Really good."
"What else would be good?"
"I liked your mouth on my dick. Fuck. So much."
Robin held Angel's hips and bent his head, licking slowly along the sides of Angel's cock until it was wet all over and fully hard, until Angel was nearly panting.
"Turn around," Robin murmured. His hands at Angel's hips pushed gently until Angel was facing away from him, staring out blindly at bleached wood floors and ultra-modern wall paneling in slick white. He could see a reflection of himself, hair falling rose-pink around a ghostly face as Robin's hand on his back pushed him forward.
Robin spread his cheeks with both hands, and a second later, Angel felt his tongue lick right across his hole.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck. Are you really..."
"Does it feel good?"
"God. Yeah."
He licked again, slowly, tongue pressing in, and Angel had to brace his hands on his knees to stay standing. His tongue pushed in more with every stroke, opening him up, making him bite his knuckles and almost whimper. Robin bit one ass cheek and patted his hip.
"There was massage oil in the bathroom. Go and get it for me."
Angel went, walking awkwardly, crazily aware of the cooling slickness between his cheeks. When he got back, Robin pushed him forward again and slid two fingers inside him almost immediately. Angel swore and arched his back, ass pushing back towards him.
"I'd like you to sit in my lap and ride my cock," Robin murmured.
He tugged at Angel's hips, easing him back. Angel let him, spreading his legs, bending his knees until he felt the head of Robin's dick rubbing between his cheeks. Both of them moaned at that first touch.
"Yes," Robin said. "Oh, yes." He pulled harder, and Angel sank down, Robin's cock pushing into him. The angle made him feel huge. Angel braced his hands on Robin's thighs, not wanting to go too fast, wanting to feel everything.
His hands were shaking by the time Robin grunted faintly and wound his arms around his waist. He pulled Angel down the last inch and held him, tight.
"Oh," Robin breathed, and licked at the skin on his back. "You're so good. So good." He unwound his arms and ran his palms up along Angel's sides. For what seemed like minutes they stayed still, like neither of them wanted to move first and break the spell. Robin's chest was pounding against Angel's back. On the floor, his long toes were curling a little, gripping the wood.
Angel flushed with heat from his toes to his forehead, because Robin was touching him, circling one slick forefinger around Angel's opening, stroking where their bodies joined. He reached around and gripped Angel's cock tight in his oil-slicked fist and Angel thrust up, helplessly. He watched the length of his cock slide into Robin's fist.
"And if I want this again, in an hour's time, or again an hour after that," Robin whispered, "will you let me have you?"
"Oh, god. Yeah," Angel said, between gritted teeth. "Yeah, as much as you want." He tossed his hair back over one shoulder and moved, thrusting up as much as he could, trying to find a rhythm where he could fuck Robin's fist and his cock as hard as he needed to.
"I'm glad to hear that," Robin said. He sounded faintly out of breath. He licked along the edge of Angel's ear and dragged his cheek over Angel's neck. "Very glad. I have considerably more stamina than a human, you see."
Angel imagined Robin taking him again, three, four more times tonight. His cock pulsed, and he moaned out loud. "God. Fuck. Robin."
Robin stroked his sides and stomach, and his slicked fist pumped around Angel's cock a couple more times, and then Angel was coming hard, clenching around him. His hands were shaking as he touched Robin's thighs and leaned back slowly against his chest. Robin rocked up into him, slowly, and spread Angel's legs wider.
"I didn't want you to think I was odd before. But really, I could do this for a very long time."
"H-how long?"
"Hours." His teeth pressed at the join of Angel's neck and shoulder.
"Without coming?"
"If that's what you want."
"Nn. I want you to. Inside me. Please."
Robin moaned softly, and his hips jerked up. He took Angel's hips again and lifted him easily, brought him down hard on the length of his cock. Angel whimpered and held his wrists and let Robin move him, felt his dick sink in deep again and again until finally Robin pulled down him and held him close and panted as he came.
Robin shuddered and his grip around Angel's waist was almost painful for a moment. "God. I want you again already."
"Dinner," Angel said vaguely. "Room service." Even the slightest argument from Robin probably would've won him over, but Robin seemed determined to be agreeable.
In the shower, he washed Angel's hair with careful touches, smoothing the suds back away from his eyes. The whole bathroom smelled like sandalwood shampoo.
"Am I gonna die?" Angel asked quietly.
"Eventually."
"No, I mean, do you think she's gonna win and--and kill me and eat me and is that why you're being so nice?"
Robin pulled him under the water, and the soap streamed down both of them.
"No. That's not why I'm being nice."
"Why then?"
"You don't like it?"
Angel leaned back against his chest and let the water fall on his face. "I'm not used to it," he said, finally. "It's weird."
"Do you want me to stop?"
Angel was quiet a lot longer this time. He wondered what would happen if he said yes.
In the end, he couldn't say anything at all. He let Robin pull him out of the shower and wrap him in a fluffy towel.
"Dinner?" Robin said.
"Yeah. That'd be good."
Robin drove them back to Barcelona and checked them into a place called Hotel Omm. It was as scarily modern as Robin's apartment, and the corridor they walked to get to their suite was dark and shiny and reminded Angel strongly of the fairy mound in that might-suddenly-decide-to-eat-you way.
The room, though, was light and airy and had a giant bed and a balcony. Angel flopped down on the bed. He'd only been up a few hours, and he felt exhausted already.
Robin sat down next to him and said nothing, did nothing. He just stayed there. His face was perfectly still.
"Tell me about it?" Angel said. "You know, your life."
Robin kicked his shoes off and drew his feet up on the bed. He wrapped his arms around his knees. "When I was fifteen, at boarding school, Rose came to my room one night."
"Uh oh."
"My roommate was at the library. She said we were going to have sex. I think she meant to have a child with me. I don't know why. Perhaps she meant it to inherit. Perhaps she wanted to kill the queen's grandchild. Rose is not a stable person. You may have noticed."
"Yeah, kinda. So did you?"
"What?"
"Have sex?"
"Oh. Yes, of course. I've gotten better at resisting her over the years, but that was only five years after--after my tenth birthday."
"What happened on your tenth birthday?" Angel asked, even thought he was pretty sure he didn't want to know.
"I'd run away from the palace. Eos told her to bring me back and make it clear that I wasn't to disobey either of them ever again." He paused. "I think Rose hadn't realized how fragile children are, even ones that aren't entirely human."
Angel edged closer and laid his head in Robin's lap. He was totally right. He didn't want to know. Robin's fingers combed through his hair and stroked his cheek.
"I'm sorry," Angel said.
"There's no need. I recovered. And I think it's better to know what she's capable of."
Angel put his arms around Robin's waist and hugged him. He felt Robin freeze for a second and then sort of curl over him until his hair was falling in Angel's eyes.
"I'll stop," Robin said. "Finding men for her. Rose can do it. There's no way she could be angrier with me than she is already."
Angel squeezed him tighter, and they were both quiet for a minute.
Angel cleared his throat. "So. I've got a plan."
"Hmm?"
"I think you should fuck me and then we should order a lot of room service. Maybe get really, really drunk. Sound good?"
"The first part, definitely. Although. The other way around would be all right as well."
"More than okay. Just, not this time, huh?"
Robin nodded. "Will you undress for me?"
No more orders, Angel noticed. He sort of missed them, in a weird, probably unhealthy way. He kissed Robin's stomach through his shirt and stood. Robin watched as avidly as ever while he stripped.
He dropped his clothes to the floor piece by piece and kicked them away. He stepped forward into a patch of sunlight from the high windows. Robin watched him slide his hands down over his chest and thighs. "You still want me, yeah?" Angel said quietly.
"Almost constantly. Come here, please." He held out his hand.
"You don't have to...uh."
Angel laced his fingers with Robin's and looked down at their hands.
"What is it I don't have to do?"
"You don't have to say please. You know. Every time. It's okay." His cheeks felt warm. He shifted from foot to foot until Robin drew him closer and kissed his chest.
"I'm trying to be--better."
"Just don't fuck me in my sleep." He chewed on his lip a second. "Unless you ask me first."
Robin's hand spread out over his ribcage, long fingers pressing into his skin. "I won't. I give you my word. But I still want..." He mouthed at the ridges of Angel's ribs, licking in the spaces between his own fingers. "I want so much."
"I want it too."
Robin smiled at him, an edge of his usual sharpness returning. "Well. That's good to know."
He spread his legs and tugged Angel still closer to stand between them. Angel could see the shape of his cock where his pants were pulled tight. He licked up Angel's chest to one nipple and sucked until it was hard. He bit lightly, teeth scraping over wet skin and tightening towards the tip. Angel gasped, and Robin did it again, and again, and then he moved on to the other one.
Angel's dick was getting hard. He rubbed his palm over it and shut his eyes. "That's good. Really good."
"What else would be good?"
"I liked your mouth on my dick. Fuck. So much."
Robin held Angel's hips and bent his head, licking slowly along the sides of Angel's cock until it was wet all over and fully hard, until Angel was nearly panting.
"Turn around," Robin murmured. His hands at Angel's hips pushed gently until Angel was facing away from him, staring out blindly at bleached wood floors and ultra-modern wall paneling in slick white. He could see a reflection of himself, hair falling rose-pink around a ghostly face as Robin's hand on his back pushed him forward.
Robin spread his cheeks with both hands, and a second later, Angel felt his tongue lick right across his hole.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck. Are you really..."
"Does it feel good?"
"God. Yeah."
He licked again, slowly, tongue pressing in, and Angel had to brace his hands on his knees to stay standing. His tongue pushed in more with every stroke, opening him up, making him bite his knuckles and almost whimper. Robin bit one ass cheek and patted his hip.
"There was massage oil in the bathroom. Go and get it for me."
Angel went, walking awkwardly, crazily aware of the cooling slickness between his cheeks. When he got back, Robin pushed him forward again and slid two fingers inside him almost immediately. Angel swore and arched his back, ass pushing back towards him.
"I'd like you to sit in my lap and ride my cock," Robin murmured.
He tugged at Angel's hips, easing him back. Angel let him, spreading his legs, bending his knees until he felt the head of Robin's dick rubbing between his cheeks. Both of them moaned at that first touch.
"Yes," Robin said. "Oh, yes." He pulled harder, and Angel sank down, Robin's cock pushing into him. The angle made him feel huge. Angel braced his hands on Robin's thighs, not wanting to go too fast, wanting to feel everything.
His hands were shaking by the time Robin grunted faintly and wound his arms around his waist. He pulled Angel down the last inch and held him, tight.
"Oh," Robin breathed, and licked at the skin on his back. "You're so good. So good." He unwound his arms and ran his palms up along Angel's sides. For what seemed like minutes they stayed still, like neither of them wanted to move first and break the spell. Robin's chest was pounding against Angel's back. On the floor, his long toes were curling a little, gripping the wood.
Angel flushed with heat from his toes to his forehead, because Robin was touching him, circling one slick forefinger around Angel's opening, stroking where their bodies joined. He reached around and gripped Angel's cock tight in his oil-slicked fist and Angel thrust up, helplessly. He watched the length of his cock slide into Robin's fist.
"And if I want this again, in an hour's time, or again an hour after that," Robin whispered, "will you let me have you?"
"Oh, god. Yeah," Angel said, between gritted teeth. "Yeah, as much as you want." He tossed his hair back over one shoulder and moved, thrusting up as much as he could, trying to find a rhythm where he could fuck Robin's fist and his cock as hard as he needed to.
"I'm glad to hear that," Robin said. He sounded faintly out of breath. He licked along the edge of Angel's ear and dragged his cheek over Angel's neck. "Very glad. I have considerably more stamina than a human, you see."
Angel imagined Robin taking him again, three, four more times tonight. His cock pulsed, and he moaned out loud. "God. Fuck. Robin."
Robin stroked his sides and stomach, and his slicked fist pumped around Angel's cock a couple more times, and then Angel was coming hard, clenching around him. His hands were shaking as he touched Robin's thighs and leaned back slowly against his chest. Robin rocked up into him, slowly, and spread Angel's legs wider.
"I didn't want you to think I was odd before. But really, I could do this for a very long time."
"H-how long?"
"Hours." His teeth pressed at the join of Angel's neck and shoulder.
"Without coming?"
"If that's what you want."
"Nn. I want you to. Inside me. Please."
Robin moaned softly, and his hips jerked up. He took Angel's hips again and lifted him easily, brought him down hard on the length of his cock. Angel whimpered and held his wrists and let Robin move him, felt his dick sink in deep again and again until finally Robin pulled down him and held him close and panted as he came.
Robin shuddered and his grip around Angel's waist was almost painful for a moment. "God. I want you again already."
"Dinner," Angel said vaguely. "Room service." Even the slightest argument from Robin probably would've won him over, but Robin seemed determined to be agreeable.
In the shower, he washed Angel's hair with careful touches, smoothing the suds back away from his eyes. The whole bathroom smelled like sandalwood shampoo.
"Am I gonna die?" Angel asked quietly.
"Eventually."
"No, I mean, do you think she's gonna win and--and kill me and eat me and is that why you're being so nice?"
Robin pulled him under the water, and the soap streamed down both of them.
"No. That's not why I'm being nice."
"Why then?"
"You don't like it?"
Angel leaned back against his chest and let the water fall on his face. "I'm not used to it," he said, finally. "It's weird."
"Do you want me to stop?"
Angel was quiet a lot longer this time. He wondered what would happen if he said yes.
In the end, he couldn't say anything at all. He let Robin pull him out of the shower and wrap him in a fluffy towel.
"Dinner?" Robin said.
"Yeah. That'd be good."
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Date: 2007-11-28 11:22 pm (UTC)Awww. "No, I mean, do you think she's gonna win and--and kill me and eat me and is that why you're being so nice?" Because Robin already told him why.
Poor messed up boys.