Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

AUGUST 25TH, 1666

H enri slipped into the darkened room he and Robin shared. Or he tried to slip in; it was a bit difficult with the broken leg and crutches and all. He needn't have bothered with stealth though. Despite the late hour, Robin was still awake, poring over his medical notebooks by lamplight. He looked up when Henri came in, furrowed brow smoothing when he caught sight of his lover.

Henri felt an overwhelming fondness for the other man well up in his heart as the golden lamplight played across his features. He was gorgeous, especially like this, lit in the same light by which they'd first made love. Henri hobbled to Robin's side and bent to kiss him.

"Welcome back," Robin said when the kiss was broken. "Not too drunk, I hope?"

"Would I have made it back up here if I was?" Henri chuckled. It was no secret that he was a bit accident prone, even Robin knew that by now.

"Fair enough."

"I hope you didn't stay up late because of me," Henri said.

"Partly you, partly this." Robin gestured to his notebook, which was open to a page with detailed medical diagrams Henri couldn't even begin to understand.

"Maybe you should have been an artist instead. Those illustrations are amazing."

Robin blushed delicately. Henri adored making him blush, almost as much as he adored making him smile. And both were blessedly easy to do.

"Come here." Robin pulled him gently closer till Henri's hips were pressed to his chest where he still sat at the desk. Robin propped his chin on Henri's stomach. He wrapped his arms around Henri's waist and gazed at him.

"Did you have a good time with your friends?"

Henri hummed and nodded, carding his fingers through Robin's fluffy hair.

In the days since their reconciliation, the two of them had settled into a comfortable level of touch. But they hadn't had sex again. For Henri's part, he didn't want to push Robin's boundaries and scare him away again. For Robin's part, Henri suspected he was probably still worried about jostling Henri's broken leg.

But tonight he'd sat at the tavern with Fox until Ga?l came back from the Kraken . They all had dinner together. Of course, Fox and Ga?l were all over each other, especially when the drinks started flowing. And though Henri was happy for his friend, he was jealous too.

"What are you thinking about?" Robin asked, and Henri realized he'd been zoning out while playing with Robin's hair, which was now sticking up at odd angles like it did in the mornings.

"You," Henri answered.

Robin raised his eyebrows, prompting Henri to continue. But he didn't know what to say. There wasn't much to say really. This was the first time Henri had ever been in love, and his mind was filled only with Robin in all his waking and sleeping hours.

So instead Henri bent down, fingers still in Robin's hair, and kissed him with all the passion that had been building up for days.

Robin made a small, surprised noise, but his lips parted readily for Henri's tongue. His large hands tightened on Henri's waist, and Henri kissed him breathless.

"What was that about?" Robin gasped when Henri finally released him.

Henri lowered himself carefully to kneel between Robin's knees so that they were face-to-face. "Maybe I just wanted to kiss you."

"Maybe you should do it again."

This time, Henri didn't hold back. Their lips connected hard, and he leaned into Robin's embrace. Robin groaned softly. This hadn't been Henri's plan for the night. But kissing Robin in the lamplight intoxicated him far more than spending the day at the tavern had. He wrapped an arm around Robin's waist and pulled him closer until Henri's waist was slotted between Robin's thighs. Robin was already half hard, but Henri still didn't want to push him too fast.

Still, his hands wandered beneath the hem of Robin's shirt, caressing the soft, pale skin of his waist and eliciting small noises of pleasure from Robin's busy mouth. His other hand slid up Robin's thigh.

"You shouldn't push yourself. Your leg…" Robin murmured between kisses.

"Don't worry so much, Doc." Henri's hand had made it to the top of Robin's thigh, and he hesitated for just a second before brushing his thumb over Robin's hard length.

"Henri…" This time it was a moan, and it sent shivers throughout Henri's body.

"Tell me when to stop."

He hitched Robin's shirt up further, exposing his stomach, and trailed kisses down the side of his neck. Robin squirmed but didn't stop him.

Emboldened, and now fully turned on, Henri pulled Robin's shirt off over his head and continued his trail of kisses down Robin's chest. His dick was already straining uncomfortably inside his trousers. He sucked at Robin's right nipple, eliciting another moan. Robin's hips twitched, his cock rubbing up against Henri's torso.

Henri looked up at him questioningly, but Robin's eyes were closed, his head tilted back.

"What do you want?" Henri asked. He desperately wanted to fuck Robin, but couldn't stand the thought of pressuring him.

Robin looked at him, eyes half-lidded and lustful. Henri's breath caught. But instead of answering, Robin stood up, helping Henri to his feet as well. Henri felt a flash of disappointment but didn't let it show on his face.

The disappointment didn't last long. Robin gripped Henri's waist in one large hand and pushed him up against the edge of the desk. He pressed their bodies close, his lips a breath away from Henri's.

"I want you so bad."

He captured Henri's lips in a fierce kiss, tongue flicking into Henri's mouth. Robin braced one hand against the top of the desk, leaning further into the kiss. He ground their hips together, eliciting low moans from both of their throats.

Henri let Robin take the lead, enjoying the warmth of his hands, the friction of their bodies pressed together. Robin's other hand slid down Henri's waist to cup the curve of his ass. He rutted his hips against Henri's again.

"Robin, please," Henri gasped. Robin's hand moved to the back of Henri's thigh and eased him onto the edge of the desk. He palmed Henri's still clothed cock, then undid the fastenings on the front of Henri's trousers and slipped his hand beneath. He stroked Henri's length twice. Then pushed Henri's trousers down over his hips, releasing his cock.

He knelt and swirled his tongue over the head.

"Robin," Henri moaned. Robin glanced up at him, eyes sparkling in the lamplight. Despite the thrill of seeing Robin's beautiful lips on his cock, his mood sobered for a moment. "Are you sure about this?"

Robin's lips left his cock. Henri bit his lip, but Robin was smiling.

"Of course." He ran his lips lightly over the soft skin of Henri's shaft. Henri shuddered and leaned back on his elbows but kept his eyes on Robin's face. That slight, perpetual smile was still on his lips as the tip of Henri's cock breached them. His mouth sank down slowly, the velvety interior dragging deliciously around Henri's shaft.

"Fuck," Henri gasped. A coil of pleasure wound tight in his stomach, and it was all he could do not to buck his hips up into Robin's mouth seeking more. Robin continued to move. The pace quickened a bit. Robin's tongue cradled the sensitive underside of Henri's cock as it slid wetly in and out of his mouth.

Gods, Robin was beautiful with his lips stretched around Henri's girth, a light sheen of sweat across his brow and the orange light reflecting off his messy hair.

Henri cupped Robin's jaw and lifted his face up. Robin released his cock and let Henri guide him into a kiss instead. Henri's other hand opened the front of Robin's trousers, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit at the tip of Robin's cock.

"Fuck, Henri. I want you inside me."

Something in Henri's chest snapped. There was a flurry of activity, their clothing thrown into the corner. Henri tripped out of his trousers as he tried to strip them off over his splint, but Robin caught him, giggling. Their lips crashed back together once they were stripped down to the skin. Robin's meticulously organized notebooks scattered to the floor as Henri lifted him onto the desk. He grasped Robin's soft thighs and spread them wide. His hands slipped down Robin's inner thigh, and his thumb circled Robin's entrance.

"Do you have?—"

Robin produced a small bottle of lube from the top desk drawer.

"You'll have to walk me through it. I haven't done this part before," Henri said, leaning his forehead against Robin's.

"Here." Robin was still a bit breathless. He uncorked the bottle and spread the sweet-smelling liquid over Henri's long fingers. "Start with just one finger. Go slow."

Henri did as he was told, gently pushing his index finger past the tight ring of muscle at Robin's entrance. Robin's hole clenched around his finger for a second before relaxing. He inhaled sharply.

"You okay?"

Robin nodded, and Henri pressed his finger forward again slowly. Robin kissed him, but Henri was distracted, concentrating on getting this right.

"I'm okay, love. You're not hurting me. Just move."

Henri swallowed nervously. But he pulled his finger back a bit then thrust it slowly in again, curling it up in the way Fox had told him about a long time ago. Robin moaned quietly.

"Good?" Henri asked.

"Keep moving."

Henri obeyed, gaining a bit more confidence as his actions caused little noises to escape Robin's lips. Repeating the actions that produced the best reactions.

"Add a second finger," Robin instructed.

Henri pulled his finger out and slicked it up with more lube before pushing two fingers back in. Robin's back arched when Henri inserted them.

"Open your fingers a little," Robin huffed. "Stretch me out for your cock."

Henri thought the passion of the moment would lessen with Robin teaching him. But Robin's breathless instructions were driving him insane. Telling Henri exactly what he liked, exactly how to please him. Henri scissored his fingers open as he thrust, gently stretching him.

"Good," Robin moaned.

The lube squelched as Henri's fingers caressed Robin's soft and yielding walls. When he thought he was stretched enough, he added a third finger without being told. His fingers sank in up to his knuckles, and he curled them again, finally finding the magical little bundle of nerves that made Robin clench tightly around him.

"Right there," Robin gasped.

Henri brushed it firmly again, alternating between thrusting and rubbing circles into his prostate. He basked in the wash of praise and pleasured sounds that spilled from Robin's lips.

"Fuck. Henri. Stop."

Henri's fingers stilled immediately, his eyebrows drawing together in concern.

"Are you?—"

"I need you inside me. Now."

No sooner had Henri removed his fingers than Robin dragged him forward into a desperate kiss, his teeth catching on Henri's lower lip. Henri hastily slicked his cock with lube and lined it up with Robin's entrance.

He hesitated.

"Henriiii," Robin whined.

Henri couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust in harder than he'd intended, wet walls closing around his cock.

Robin gasped, his fingernails digging into Henri's shoulders.

"Sorry," Henri murmured, but his hips were already moving. Already dragging his cock back out and then thrusting deeper. Chasing pleasure.

"Don't stop," Robin moaned.

"Shit." Henri couldn't quite get the right leverage. His broken leg couldn't take much weight, and the desk wasn't really the ideal surface to have sex on.

Henri lifted Robin further onto the desk and hitched his own knee up onto the edge to relieve the pressure on his splinted leg. He rolled his hips forward, sinking deep into Robin's dripping hole. The girth of his cock pressed Robin's prostate, and Robin arched his back, eyes sliding closed. Henri leaned forward to kiss him, the movements of his hips setting a steady pace, dragging across Robin's prostate with every thrust.

"Yes! Faster!" Robin groaned. He clutched Henri's shoulders fiercely. His nails dug little painful crescents into Henri's skin. Henri hitched one of Robin's legs over his shoulder, turning his head to bite the supple flesh of his leg. He picked up the pace as instructed, thrusts becoming aggressive as he delved deeper and deeper.

The lube squelched with every thrust, but it only served to heighten the tension coiling in his belly.

One of Robin's hands trailed down Henri's chest and stomach to the place where they were connected. The tips of his fingers brushed Henri's cock as it hammered into him.

"You fill me up so well," Robin moaned. Henri bit his lip. He'd never heard Robin speak so lewdly before, but he liked it, and it was making it hard to last as long as he needed to.

Henri grasped Robin's cock with his still lube-slick hand, pumping firmly in time with his thrusts. Robin bit back a moan, back arching up into Henri's touch. His eyes rolled back in his head, letting the sensations wash over him, lips parted in ecstasy.

"Henri, I'm—" Robin's words were interrupted by a hitching breath, his fingers still feeling the way Henri penetrated him.

"Come for me, baby," Henri panted. His thrusts were getting sloppy and rough as he neared his own release. Robin's nails raked down his arm, moans growing to a crescendo before they were suddenly cut off with a strangled noise. Pearly cum spilled across his stomach. Henri fucked him through his orgasm, now chasing his own. His hips stuttered. Thrusts quickened. He moaned Robin's name, and Robin's eyes opened to watch his face as he came apart. Henri clutched Robin's leg tight to his chest, rutting into him hard. Shockwaves of pleasure shattered his control, and he came, hot and throbbing, with one last thrust deep into Robin's core.

Henri exhaled shakily, the edges of his vision going a bit fuzzy. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and when he opened them again, Robin was gazing at him blearily. Henri released Robin's leg and bent low over him, pressing their sweaty foreheads together. They stayed silent as they caught their breath, basking in the afterglow.

"Henri." Robin's voice was gentle but still a bit breathless.

"Hm?" Henri realized he'd sunk down to rest his forehead against Robin's collarbone. He pressed a languid kiss to the hollow of Robin's throat before pulling back a bit to look at his face. The lamp flame had burned low, but it still gave off enough steady light to see Robin's peaceful expression.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Henri couldn't help the smile that broke across his face. Nor could he help the slight twitch of his cock where it was still buried in Robin's ass. He pressed another kiss to Robin's lips.

"I know I'm in love with you."

Robin's smile lit the room, and a giddy giggle rose to his lips, stifled as Henri kissed him again.

After a moment, Henri withdrew, dropping his leg back to the floor, his knees almost buckling. Robin hopped off the desk and helped him to the bed even though his own legs quivered as well.

"Does your leg hurt?" Robin asked, brow knitting back into his worried, doctorly frown.

"A bit," Henri admitted.

"I shouldn't have let you exert yourself."

Henri pulled him down to the bed, and kissed his cheek. "Worth it," he declared.

Robin giggled. "Yes, it definitely was."