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Sighing, Fin relaxed against Rob and closed his eyes. "There are the baths, I suppose, but they're terribly public," he said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth thoughtfully as he covered Robin's hand with his own.

"The publicness bothers me less than the lack of luxury to the surroundings," Robin said. "It's nothing like this." He slid his hand down, his fingers just brushing Fin's cock.

Letting out a soft gasp, Fin shifted slightly in his seat, a faint blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

"I suppose it is very nice here," he admitted, his voice catching just a bit.

That reaction, to something so small, made Robin smile.

"Now Fin," he murmured against his ear even as his fingers wrapped ever so lightly around his cock, "I want you to tell me what you like. I don't want to assume I know anything about you."

Fin had a feeling he knew exactly what Robin might assume, given what he'd heard from others and what he'd found in the other Fin's flat.

"I... I have a lot in common with him, in the bedroom," he allowed, carefully offering up something honest without the embarrassment of admitting anything specific. "Though I'm less public about it."

"I see," said Robin, and kissed his neck. Under the water, he began to stroke Fin, but very, very lightly and very, very slowly. "Then what you should know about me is that I like everything. So I will take my cues from you, petal."

Fin bucked into the touch slightly, letting out a quiet gasp.

"I don't have all that much experience yet," he confessed. "I've only been with a few people."

"Mmmm," Robin hummed, continuing to stroke him, but intentionally not giving him enough. "Then I must walk a line between not overwhelming you, and giving you every pleasurable or depraved thing you heart might desire."

"You're not going to overwhelm me, Robin," the fae promised with a soft gasp. "I can handle it. I can handle anything..."

Robin chuckled softly. "I believe you. But if there's anything your depraved heart desires, you should take the opportunity." He released Fin's cock, and pulled Fin's head back slightly by his hair so that he could kiss him.

"You keep saying that, depraved," Fin said softly, closing his eyes and moaning into the kiss before turning around as much as he could in the tub.

"Am I depraved?" he asked. "Is that what I'm like? ...Is that what he was like?"

"I promise I mean it in the most positive way possible," Robin murmured. "Anyone who's not a little bit wicked is terribly boring."

"In that case, I think you know exactly in what ways I'm depraved," he murmured, nuzzling at the other man. "Or is that your depravity? Do you need to hear me say it?" he asked softly.

"I do want to hear you say it," Robin said, even though he knew perfectly well that Fin didn't want to. If Fin was feeling shame, Robin wanted to help him get over that.

Fin's cheeks went faintly pink, and he swallowed hard before wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue and speaking up.

"I like- I mean, I enjoy a bit of pain. Being told what to do... Hurt, used, but- But cared for," he added quietly. "That part's terribly important. Without it I just- It's not fun."

Robin reached out and stroked his cheek. Then he leaned in very close to his ear and said softly, "Time to get out of the tub. You need to show me you've earned this."

Fin was silent a long moment, then nodded as he rose up out of the water and gingerly stepped out of the bath.

Robin watched him for a moment before getting out of the tub as well. Then he stood there, dripping water, half hard, then turned and walked into the bedroom, figuring Fin might enjoy a view of his ass. And also, he didn't want Fin to have to kneel on the cold tile floor.

He stood in front of the foot of the bed, and gestured to Fin, then slid his hand onto his cock, lightly stroking himself. "On your knees."

Once he realized what Rob had in mind Fin was quietly thankful to be out of the bathroom. Though he'd have sunk to his knees just as willingly in there, he thought, as he gracefully settled before the puck.

Bashful though he might be, Fin seemed at ease on the floor as his hands boldly came to rest in Robin's thighs.

Robin slid a hand into Fin's hair, petting lightly. "Something you should know about pucks is that we have practically no refractory period. So after you taste me, petal, I'll still be able to fuck you right away... and again and again."

Fin raised a brown at that, as though he wasn't certain he believed it. However, that didn't stop him from parting his lips in offering before leaning in to lick the tip of Robin's cock. Just a tiny bit of teasing before wrapping his lips around the other man's cock.

Robin sighed contently, and continued stroking Fin's hair. "I know it's a lot to take, petal," Robin murmured. A challenge.

The fae was easily baited, and he took Robin as deep as he could, eyes slipping shut with a muffled moan of pleasure. Fin couldn't help himself, he wanted to impress, wanted to be wanted.

The moan was particularly appealing, and Robin smiled down at him, watching. He sighed again, content, encouraging, and tightened his fingers in Fin's hair just a touch.

Fin worked his lips over the shaft, groaning softly and holding Robin's thighs tighter as he bobbed and sucked.

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