*Robbie*

Robbie knew Wyl was a little nervous, and that he wanted to hide it with speed. He also knew that this was his chance to make their encounter into something special, and he was determined to grab it. He spent a little while longer just kissing Wyl's face: his tempting full lips, his cheeks and forehead and chin. Wyl moved softly now, languorous but leaving his eyes open, never taking them off of Robbie.

Robbie disengaged their legs and got their clothes off, then slowly slid down Wyl's body, kissing him, touching him, and trying to make everything as good as he possibly could. The way Wyl responded, with his quiet moans and little twitches, was definitely gratifying.

Robbie kept crawling down, slow and steady, until he got to Wyl's cock. It was so perfect; even though it wasn't his goal he had to stop. One hand gripped the base and he ran his tongue up the length of it, then engulfed the top, still slow. Wyl groaned. He got harder inside Robbie's mouth, and Robbie pulled away. "Fucking tease..."

"Just a warm-up, baby," Robbie said with a grin.

"I'm warm, I'm so warm I'm going to combust."

"Not yet." Robbie used his free hand to lift one of Wyl's knees. "Pull your feet back." The speed at which Wyl complied made him chuckle. Robbie leaned in and licked each of his balls, savoring the taste and the way they tightened before nibbling down Wyl's cleft and arriving at his hole. Robbie kissed his entrance, scraping the sides of his ass a little with his stubble, and the sound Wyl made then was one of excruciating need.

Robbie liked it. He licked and teased him, running his tongue in a small circle around Wyl's sensitive skin, feeling the quiver of Wyl's thighs and listening to his ragged breathing. He kept one hand on the base of his lover's cock, but now it was firm, not sensual, holding him back in case his body had ideas of its own.

Robbie eventually furled his tongue and pressed in at Wyl's hole. It was tight, and at first there was too much resistance to overcome, but then he relaxed his hand and stroked Wyl's cock once. Wyl's focus shifted and Robbie was able to get the tip of his tongue inside. He pressed and probed, loving the feel of Wyl, loving his taste and loving that he was the first person to do this for him in so long. Wyl was keening softly, clutching at Robbie's short hair with both shaking hands. "Please please please..."

Robbie pulled away, and Wyl cried out with the loss. "Please what, baby?"

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"Please...please, let me...just..."

His inarticulacy was endearing. "Not yet, baby." He released Wyl's cock and grabbed the lube he had thrown onto the bed earlier. Robbie liberally coated one finger with liquid, then turned back to Wyl's ass, thrusting his tongue in and opening him up as best he could before drawing back and very slowly pushing his finger inside Wyl.

"Fuck!" Wyl would have come right then if Robbie hadn't grabbed him again, holding back the flood. Robbie bit the inside of his thigh lightly as he moved his finger back and forth, feeling for and finding Wyl's prostate. He rubbed the pad of his finger across it, and Wyl's hands, which had been gentle in his hair, suddenly clenched into fists. "Robbie..."

"Not yet, baby." As soon as it got easy for the finger to move, Robbie lubed up and added a second one. Wyl's body was remembering fast, and it was easy to insert a third finger. He pumped the three of them in and out, kissing Wyl and holding his cock and listening to his voice go higher and higher in pitch.

"Robbie, please, please, now..."

"Now what, baby?" As if he didn't know. As if he didn't want to scoot forward and slam his length home inside of this beautiful man right now. Robbie was so hard it almost hurt, and he didn't dare touch himself.

"Fuck me, dammit!" Wyl's voice was breathy, but he was laughing as well. "Do I have to spell it out?"

"Maybe. I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes," Robbie teased as he rubbed across Wyl's prostate again. Wyl's whole body shuddered, and his cock was leaking clear, sweet precum faster and faster. Robbie gave in. He let go of Wyl, slapping his lover's hands away when he reached down towards his cock, and covered himself in the lube. It was cool on his skin, but Robbie knew soon it would be hot, so hot and smooth and tight...he positioned himself at Wyl's entrance and slowly pushed inside. Wyl's muscles pulled him in deep and fast, and in an instant he was fully seated and groaning.

"Yes yes yes..." Wyl chanted, eyes open but not seeing anything, his hands gripping Robbie's back desperately. "God yes, love me love me love me..."

Robbie wasn't sure Wyl knew what he was saying, but through the haze of his own desire he realized that he did want the chance to learn him well enough to love him, and not just make love to him.

Shit, when had that happened?

His mind wanted to explore it but his body overruled, already on edge from getting Wyl ready. Robbie began to thrust, shallowly at first, then longer and longer strokes. Wyl felt perfect, so warm and tight and slick from preparation and Robbie's own precum. Wyl let him set the pace, wonder and ecstasy in his expression.

Neither of them was going to last long. Robbie already felt himself swelling further, if such a thing were possible, and knew he was going to come in a moment. "Wyl..." A sudden desire to kiss him took hold, and just as Robbie began to climax, he grabbed Wyl's face between his hands and latched on to his mouth. Hot wetness splashed up against his throat and chest and Wyl screamed into their embrace as he came, until Robbie himself had finished but still felt Wyl's cock pulsing beneath his abdomen.

He kept kissing Wyl, completely out of breath, stroking his lover's hair until finally Wyl came down from his high. His eyes faded shut and his hands relaxed on Robbie's back, but kept moving in light, smoothing circles.

"Wyl?" No response. Robbie wasn't even sure Wyl's mind had caught up with his body yet. "Wyl, baby. Are you okay?"