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Anael was all too glad to be pinning Robin against that pillar, and amused that the puck only had one hand available. It was such a turnaround on what he had thought he might offer the puck tonight, if he was in the mood, but he hardly minded - far from it. He shifted his hips to fit them against Robin's, enjoying how much of a height they were and caring very little for any attention they might draw by all but fucking with clothes on against the pillar. The moment was too perfect, the emotions too warm, the lust too much of an extension of them, and his fingers caught in Robin's hair, forcing his head to tilt slightly so he could nip and kiss at the stretch of his neck, every gesture a display of love.