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Atlas too, one hand curling in his hair, flecks of dirt tickling Robin’s cheek as it rained down around him. “That wasn’t a request. Get your cock in my ass. Now.”

One more pass over his dick, then Robin drew back to ditch the rest of his clothes. Half propped up, Atlas spit in his palm to stroke over Robin’s length to help get him ready, while Robin did the same with his hole, stretching it with spit-slick fingers the way Atlas liked.

Then stretching him with his cock, pushing in hard and fast, all the way to the hilt.

Atlas sighed, the tension fading as they settled into their rhythm. Robin planted his forearms in the dirt on either side of his head, fingers playing with the tips of his hair, nose buried behind his ear so he could smell Atlas and the earth, nature in one breath, while their lower bodies chaotically drove them toward their climax.

“Tomorrow morning,” Atlas panted in his ear as they raced toward the end. “I want to run with you.” He arched his body, one hand plowing through his hair, the other through the dirt. “In the sun.”

Robin gasped against the side of his face. So close. “It’s a date, mate.”

Atlas’s “ugh” died on a moan as he came, cock erupting between them, painting Robin’s torso with come, the heat and the smell tripping Robin the rest of the way over too.

When he came back to earth, Atlas was smirking up at him, green and gold eyes dancing. “You should be ashamed of yourself for that line.”

Robin nipped at his sexy grin. “How much do you hate me for it?”

“So much,” Atlas groaned dramatically, then with a snap, flipped them over and threaded his fingers through Robin’s, pressing their hands into the dirt and their foreheads together, Robin’s whole world right there with him. “But I love you more.”

Robin’s lips curved against his. “Balance.”