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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[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.

[whispersoflove]

Continued here.