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"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.

Robin groaned quietly. "That's it... what a pretty mouth you have, I know you can take it..."

Fin lit up slightly under the praise, moving faster and working harder. He was still new to this, still clumsy at times, but he managed the generous length of the puck with a surprising amount of grace. He couldn't speak, but he did urge robin on with little flicks of his tongue.

To be honest, Robin would take enthusiasm over skill any day. (Though he also wasn't as interested in fucking virgins as he'd once been.)

His fingers tightened a little more in his hair, not holding Fin in place, but enough that he could feel it. "You're taking it so good," he murmured. "I hope you enjoy it as much when I'm fucking you."

Fin looked up then, lips still wrapped around Rob's cock as he let out a muffled groan of approval.

The way that moan vibrated around his cock was delicious. Robin smiled down at him, a smile somehow both wicked and approving. His fingers tightened even more in his hair.

"I'm close," he purred. "Keep going, I want to come down that elegant throat of yours."

Fin whimpered, but those words only encouraged him as his lips and tongue worked harder, his head bobbing faster as his eyes slipped shut again. He wanted to give Robin this, wanted to make him come undone.

"Fuck," Robin gasped at a sudden shiver of pleasure. He looked down, watching Fin, the view making this all that much hotter.

He gave Fin no further warning when he came, except for the hard grip on his hair and the low, gutteral moan.

Fin still wasn't used to swallowing, and he jerked away slightly. Robin's grip on his hair kept him mostly in place though, long enough for him to realize he wasn't being greeted by the bitter taste he'd come to expect. The fae still seemed a bit unsure, and for a brief moment seemed to gag, but he did actually swallow the load down. ...It was the first time he hadn't nearly chocked and then spat.

Robin had loosened his grip when he felt Fin start to pull away, but was pleased when he swallowed properly instead. He carefully pulled his softening cock away from Fin and then put a hand on his arm to pull him to his feet. "That was very good," he said, his voice a murmur of praise. "Did you find that good?"

Blushing, Fin let Robin help him to his feet as he nodded slightly.

Robin slid an arm around Fin's waist and yanked him close, kissing him hard, enjoying the taste and the feeling of Fin's erection against his thigh.

He was suddenly reminded of the night that Fin had been keen to the challenge to make Robin come as many times as he possibly could... dear god did he still remember that fondly. This Fin was certainly not ready for such a thing, but it was certainly tempting.

Fin gasped into the kiss, rocking lightly against Robin with a wanton little whimper. The fae wasn't very tall, but he was all long limbs and slender fingers as he wrapped himself around the other man and held on tightly.

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