OTA: Robin in da club!

[goodfellow]

As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

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[goodfellow]

"New York," Robin said, leaving out why. Or rather, who with. "But I got bored. I missed it here."

[whispersoflove]

"What is it about London?" Anael asked curiously, for all that he felt the same way.

[goodfellow]

"I don't know," Robin said honestly. "Usually places don't feel like home for very long. Some combination of time and place I guess."

[whispersoflove]

"And people?" Anael asked, just as gently curious.

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. "Some of them maybe. But you know me, I don't make attachments."

[whispersoflove]

"Hmm." The hum was lost to the loud music of the club, and Anael did not bother contradicting that statement. He knew better, of course, and Robin had to know that, no matter how good he was at lying to himself. But there was no point pointing it out. Anael would much rather not irritate the puck. Instead, he smiled at him. "I miss flying over to your place and finding you sunbathing on the rooftop."

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed, looking delighted. "Well of course you do. Who wouldn't? I do have a balcony off my office upstairs here if you just want to get me naked outdoors."

[whispersoflove]

Anael chuckled. "I'd much rather get you naked somewhere you wouldn't risk freezing to death." It seemed dreadfully cold outside, if he trusted the layers of clothing people were wearing in the streets.

[goodfellow]

"What, you can't conjure up some angelic warmth?" Robin asked with a laugh, and took a drink from the bottle again.

[whispersoflove]

"It's not without its side effects," Anael simply answered, smiling warmly.

[goodfellow]

"What kinds of side effects?" Robin asked, out of genuine curiosity.

[whispersoflove]

Anael paused, then stepped closer to Robin, a hand cradling his jaw as he leaned in for a soft, but deep kiss, letting his Grace seep through enough that Robin could feel the warmth of it, on every level. "It's not just physical warmth," he murmured, still in Robin's space, leaning back just enough to look into his eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin had felt this before from Anael, and it always made him feel... both amazing and slightly uncomfortable. But still it made him moan a little into the kiss and stay leaned in towards Anael when he pulled away. "More," he murmured.

[whispersoflove]

That response was beautiful, and Anael kissed Robin again, more forcefully this time, his other hand at his hip. More of his Grace slipped into the physical place, warmth spreading to the people around them, but Anael stopped himself short of actually glowing with it, wary of drawing attention.

[goodfellow]

Robin wrapped his arms around Anael's neck and backed up against a pillar, encouraging Anael to press his body against him, pinning him there as they continued kissing.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't sure why he was so overcome by this. Had he missed Anael? Or maybe it was just the warmth of his magic. Or... something. Who knows? But he did know that he really wouldn't think too much of having sex right here against a pillar in front of the entire club.

[whispersoflove]

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.

[goodfellow]

"Yes..." Robin groaned against his mouth. "I guess we have to go somewhere. Even if I want you to just turn me around and yank down my pants with everyone watching and..." Another groan.

[whispersoflove]

"Have you right here, against this pillar?" Anael finished for him, smiling against his skin. He claimed his mouth in another heated kiss, Robin's response to his Grace making everything about this situation all the more of a turn-on to the angel. "Maybe you should have a special night. A monthly thing?" Anael had no idea whether it might be legal in this day and age, but he liked the idea of giving Robin everything he wanted.

[goodfellow]

That was actually not a bad idea, but sadly too late for right this moment. And now that Anael had put it into words...

"... we could go somewhere," he said softly. "I know some places, not far from here."

[whispersoflove]

Anael leaned back enough to catch Robin's eyes, a hand still in his hair. "Is that what you'd like?"

[goodfellow]

Robin thought about that feeling when Anael had first kissed him, how it seemed to spread out and envelope him. And then he imagined continuing to feel that way while feeling the envious eyes of others on him...

"Yes please," he said, his voice nearly a gasp.

[whispersoflove]

"All right," Anael agreed immediately, and kissed him again, strong and hungry. Then he forced himself to work his Grace back in. "Do you need to get your coat?"

[goodfellow]

"We'll take my car," Robin said breathlessly, and set the champagne bottle down on the floor before taking Anael's hand and pulling him towards the garage.