Hardly a second passes after Robin debriefs himself before Ishiah's hands start to wander, strong fingers gripping the round curve of Robin's ass and pulling him closer, brushing his lips down the column of Robin's neck. He hums, low and smooth in his throat, as Robin's fingers trace along the curve of his spine, using Ishiah's wings as leverage while stripping them both of the rest of their clothing. It delights Ishiah, who follows the movement with watchful eyes, enchanted by the movement of Robin's digits.

Both of them bare, Ishiah draws in his wings to cover them closely, keeping the warmth between their bodies contained.

His hand reaches out, rummaging in the drawer of his nightstand before unearthing the bottle of almond oil placed at the very back. All the while, he litters Robin's skin with kisses, more fevered and haphazard than usual, breath hiccuping with every roll of his hips.

"I would wear the most—" Ishiah pauses, lashes fluttering as he unscrews the cap of the bottle, warming oil in the palm of his hand before stroking down Robin's length, slick spilling over his fingers. "—the second most ostentatious ring in the world if it made you happy. Do you want the choice to be a surprise? Or are we going shopping together?"