London Calling RPG

Anael's hips moved to the music and the rhythm of Robin's, sweet friction bringing both welcome sensations and muted frustration at the clothing in the way. The angel's teeth caught and tugged on Robin's earlobe, the hand not in his hair finding his nipple through his top to rake a blunt nail over it, worry it into a tight, hard little peak. "I'd rather love to fuck you tonight, Robin," Anael whispered into his ear, just loud enough to be heard over the music, love permeating every word, none more so than the puck's name. Anael said it like he was the only thing in the world to matter right then.