Chapter 14

The door shut behind him and Simon became very aware it was just the two of them. He'd been waiting for this for over fifty years and he didn't want to be a disappointment to Robin. He wanted tonight to be perfect.

"You're stunning," Robin said, pulling him close. "I couldn't take my eyes off you, and keeping my hands to myself has been harder than the trials of Hercules."

"You are not alone in having trouble controlling yourself. If we'd stayed any longer I'd have gone mad."

"This might sound a little strange, but I have been waiting so long to be with someone who means something, that I am scared that I will close my eyes and when I open them again you'll be gone."

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

"I need to ensure you are happy though. This is your first time, and while I can't wait to make you mine, I want to take care of you. And I don't want to embarrass myself and leave you wanting."

Simon shouldn't have been surprised at Robin's confession, but somehow with his experience he hadn't thought he'd have concerns that he would leave him dissatisfied. "I can't imagine you won't ensure my pleasure. I guess I'm a little worried that you won't be as well-rewarded."

Robin leant in and kissed him. "My reward is having you in my arms. I want to see you fall apart, time after time."

"We only have an hour."

"Then we better make good use of it and we can continue later."

Simon moaned into the kiss. Robin's hand found its way under his kilt, then slid up his thigh to cup his arse.

Robin made a soft keening noise as he squeezed Simon's buttock. "If I'd known you had nothing on under your kilt I might have had you over the celebrant's podium."

"No need when there is a perfectly acceptable bed."

He yelped as Robin lifted him up, but wrapped his legs around Robin's waist as he carried him to the bed and laid him carefully down. Simon tried to pull him on top of him but Robin stepped away. He unfastened his cloak, the velvety material flowing to the floor.

Simon bit his lip. "You know, I haven't seen you naked yet."

"I'm getting there," Robin said with a chuckle. "You stay as you are, I intend to unwrap you. Once I'm done with playing with your kilt."

He wasn't going to let Robin have all the fun with teasing. "How would it make you feel if I were to tell you that no one's seen me naked? Well, apart from a flash in a communal changing area."

Robin's eyes went glassy. "No one else will ever get the privilege."

Simon had watched a lot of porn but none of it could prepare him for the sight of Robin Flint stripping in front of him. He didn't rush but took his time to remove each piece of clothing. He was pale, as expected, and nicely put together, and his cock was hard, standing to attention from a patch of dark blond curls.

Robin dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, hands resting on Simon's thighs. "You're going to have a lot of firsts. But I'm going to start with disappearing under your kilt and sucking your sense out of your cock."

Simon lost the ability to speak as Robin disappeared under his tartan, and seconds later his cock was in Robin's mouth. His hips bucked of their own accord and Robin's hands clamped down to keep him in place, a low growl punctuating the command.

He could understand why men loved this, and he wasn't sure if it was because Robin had a real talent for it, or because it was his first time, but his whole body thrummed as Robin bobbed up and down, teasing him with his tongue. He couldn't contain himself, he panted loudly, not wanting to come but having real trouble in keeping his composure. Then Robin stroked the opening of his arse with a finger and Simon couldn't hold back.

He'd brought himself off many times, had a bit of fun with a couple of others but nothing compared to this. "Fuck, I can't!"

Robin sucked harder and Simon came, it felt like the first time he'd flown, his body vibrating with pleasure.

"Fuck, sorry."

Robin reappeared from under his kilt. "Don't you dare apologise."

"But—"

"No, Simon. I'd have been mortified if I hadn't been able to bring you to completion. But I'm not done with you yet. In my experience, you fae have a quick refractory period."

As much as he was fine with Robin's past, he didn't want to hear those sorts of comments, to be compared to others, especially now of all times. Robin must have picked up on his dip in mood as he was at his side, corralling him into the middle of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Simon, you need to tell me. Communication is the key to a happy relationship, we should start as we mean to go on."

He stared, resolute, at the ceiling. "You know I don't care what you've done before, but I don't want to be compared to them, at least I don't want to hear it because you probably can't help but think things."

"Think things like I've never wanted to make love to someone more than I've wanted to you? Think that I might not give you the introduction to your sexual awakening you deserve?" Robin leant over him. "I've waited fifty years to be with you. There is no one who can compare."

"I know you have had experiences with others that I will never make, I just don't want to hear about them."

Robin frowned. "I didn't think you had."

"Just now you spoke of your experience with other fae."

"Ah." Robin stroked his cheek. "I'm sorry, I will be more mindful of my words. Just remember it's you I want."

"I know that, and I am sure I will benefit greatly from your experience." Emboldened by Robin's words, he reached out and stroked Robin's cock. "You will have to teach me how to return the favour."

"Later, when we have time, I would very much like to continue your education."

"We can certainly make a start. I didn't know what lube you'd prefer…" He had some from the fae realm, but he had thought it better to let Robin lead in this area as well, at least for their first time.

"I have made arrangements. Your nightstand should have been stocked with suitable provisions." Robin reached out and released the catch of Simon's kilt. "But first I need to see you naked."

"I have a spell for that."

"Deprive me of unwrapping my wedding present? I don't think so."

Simon let Robin peel away his clothing. His kilt unfurled and then his cloak and shirt until he was left naked, and under Robin's full scrutiny.

"So beautiful." Simon shivered as Robin trailed his fingers up and down Simon's chest. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"I want that too. And I'd like to experience being in you as well."

"Not my usual preference, but I am more than happy to accommodate your desires. Although not tonight… tonight I will worship you. Then we have our wedding banquet, and after that return and make love again."

Robin moved away to retrieve something from the bedside, and Simon, thanks to some rather educational videos, took the opportunity to do a quick cleansing spell, combined with a protection charm. He didn't think Robin would have put him at risk of the pox, but he also didn't want to spoil the mood.

Robin held up a tube. "Best there is. I want to assure you that I've also been tested, and I'm free of anything to worry about, but if you want, I can use a condom."

Perhaps he should have said something. "I have taken precautions. A spell, just to be safe."

"I'm fine with you wanting to protect yourself, our bond is one thing, but we don't know each other yet." Robin leant down and kissed him. "I find you beyond desirable, but I have enjoyed the times we have talked. And more is to come."

"I do trust you, Robin." He slid his hand into Robin's hair. "Make love to me."

He knew the mechanics and had seen a rather eye-opening special claiming to be a virgin gangbang and several others with the same actors.

"We probably should've had this conversation earlier. Have you played with toys? Or your own fingers?"

"Um… should I have?" Here he was naked with his husband, and he was pretty sure he was blushing. "Everything I've seen seems to make it easy."

"As fun as porn is, it's not a depiction of reality."

"I know. But if it were terrible no one would do it."

Robin kissed him. "Let's see how we go."

"I don't want to disappoint you."

Robin stroked his belly. "Nothing we do together would be disappointing. You've had a long time to think about this, it will be enjoyable, but the longer we're together, the more we'll know each other, and I've heard that's supposed to make sex even better. That's something I'll only know with you."

Robin stroked Simon's hip and across his arse and he kissed him, causing him to forget everything. He was hard again and he wanted Robin with every fibre of his body.

"Please," he begged.

"I won't be rushed. I don't care who's waiting, we'll do this properly."

Maybe they should have delayed until after the wedding banquet, but as he watched Robin coat his fingers with lube, he decided their guests could wait. It wasn't as if they wouldn't know what they were doing.

More kisses acted as a distraction as Robin teased his hole, first stroking and then pushing inside. Robin wasn't joking when he said he wouldn't be rushed and he sucked and kissed Simon's throat as he first worked one finger in and out. Simon was about to beg for another when he added a second.

He loved the feel of Robin's fingers inside him. He canted his hips to get them deeper and Robin took the hint, thrusting them deep and then stilling a moment before working them back and forth, grazing a spot that made Simon a panting mess. His cock was untouched, but he was ready to go again.

"I think you're good. This might be easier on your belly."

He didn't want that, he wanted kisses, and lots of them. "I want to face you."

"Okay, but let's see how we go."

He was ready, he needed Robin, not just because they had to complete the bond, but because he wanted him too. This wasn't sex because they had to, but because they couldn't think of not being together.

Robin inched inside, there was a slight burn, then more of a satisfying stretch as he was filled, slowly, carefully. Simon panted through a minimal amount of initial discomfort, but Robin had done the work to ensure this would be pleasurable, and as Robin started to move his hips, Simon let out a long, deep moan to echo the movement of Robin's cock. Fuck, it was perfect.

He lost himself to the rhythm, Robin's expression a picture of bliss, his own no doubt a mirror. The seed of pleasure uncurled inside him. He moaned as it grew and grew, like a sea of stars dancing before it hit with a startling climax and he came, his body and mind awash with desire. Robin sped up, he clung tighter and Robin chased his own relief, then cried out, emptying himself into Simon.

Robin withdrew and rolled to the side, pulling Simon with him. His brain buzzed with excitement, and his jaw tingled, it wouldn't be long before his fangs descended and he would feed from Robin.

They lay there in a blanket of happiness, but knew they couldn't stay for much longer. "We have to get back to our guests," he said, placing a kiss to Robin's chest.

"Yes, but later we're going to do that again."

"I'll hold you to that."

He wanted a few more minutes in Robin's arms, then they would do their duty, so for now, he revelled in lying next to his husband. It had been a long time coming and this was just the beginning.