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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.

Robin kissed him back with interest, wanting to leave him weak in the knees before he pulled away from it, arm still around Fin's waist. "This feeling you have," he said softly, "of wanting... I hope you're enjoying it, because you will not come until I tell you to."

"Don't be so cruel, Robin," Fin sighed playfully, rocking against him again, his cock eager as it twitched against the puck's hip. "I've been so kind to you, haven't I? And I'm so very deserving," he purred, nuzzling at Robin's neck before lightly dragging his teeth over soft skin.

"Mmmm well..." Robin tilted his head a bit to give him better access. "I could make you come now, just give you a taste... but then, I swear to you I will make you beg for it again later. I will make you want so bad that it physically hurts you. I could make you beg for hours, petal. Meanwhile, I can..." His voice pitched lower, as if in anticipation of its filth. "I can paint you with my come, because you will always give it to me when I want it, and I want so many times..."

Fin let out a soft whimper, but he couldn't deny he wanted it- All of it. With that desire in mind he wasn't shy about provoking the puck, biting down on Robin's shoulder just hard enough to hurt.

Robin sucked in a breath, and then grabbed Fin's hand and shoved it down onto Robin's cock, which was beginning to grow hard again.

Licking the light mark his teeth left behind, Fin gave Robin's cock a light squeeze before slinking away and picking up the bottle they'd left beside the bath. Naked and damp, the fae looked like pure sin as he drank deep from the bottle, his eyes locked on Robin the whole time.

Robin watched him, and then said evenly, "Ask nicely and I'll give you the best head you've had in your life."

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