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Robin kept him pinned against the floor with their bed to his back, peppering his face with adoring kisses in a bid to distract from the achingly insufficient stimulation to his cock embedded inside her. Not that he wanted too much more on that front right now; Robin was best enjoyed fully aroused and pleading, and Chrom was happy to savor the familiar comfort of her skin against his palms, the skin lined with the subtle bumps and dips of battle scars and stretch marks he so often wished to kiss.

Robin was also kneeling to his right, still in the process of undressing due to occupying his hands with caressing the back of Chrom’s head and his Thunder-scarred chest. Light scratches to his scalp and a callused palm gracing his nipple had Chrom practically melting in his hands. This Robin, too, had a body adorned with signs of their shared turbulent past — and, Chrom noted, a delightful and healthy pudge starting to build over his belly.