Robin pants into the hallow of your neck, satisfaction washing over him once more. His brown hair is disheveled and damp, sticking to his sweaty forehead. He’d been enjoying these first few weeks of your marriage, having the stamina of some sort of godless creature.

He sits up, gently unhooking your leg from his shoulder. His hands slide down from your chest to gently rub your hips. “Gods, I hope I haven’t overworked you.” He murmurs breathlessly, his brown doe eyes looking over your face.