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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."

"Maybe I don't want to be nice," Fin said, holding Robin's gaze still as he lowered the bottle and set it on the edge of the tub.

For just a moment he found himself back on the ledge, staring down at the cars below, wondering how quick it would be over if he just took one step. The feeling made his stomach lurch, but he couldn't stop thinking about it- Couldn't stop wondering. It left him unsteady, but the sound of the bottle slipping off the lip of the tub and crashing to the floor was enough to snap him out of it.

Green glass glittered beside his foot, and though common sense told him to carefully step away, Fin remained still.

"Nice, good- It's all terribly overrated, don't you think?" he said quietly as he stared down at the mess he'd made. "I don't know if I want to be any of those things, if I'm honest."

Robin looked down at the glass, then back up at Fin. This was a sharp mood shift. "Then don't," he said. "Be wicked instead, if you like."

Fin nearly said he wasn't sure he wanted to be anything, then seemed to think better of it as he started to pick up the thankfully large pieces of glass.

"Housekeeping's going to be quite cross with me," he said instead. "I thought that ledge was wider..."

He managed to cut his finger on the last piece, and he dropped it into what remained of the bottle before sucking on the tip of his finger to clean up the tiny dot of blood.

"Perhaps we ought to move to the bedroom. I'm proving to be little more than a danger to myself and others tonight. Soft surfaces might be best."

"All right," said Robin, a bit careful now. He walked in and moved closer to the bed, watching.

Fin followed along, trying to center himself again, wishing he had a joint or something stronger. Something to make him numb. He was feeling too much now, too awake.

His gaze raked over Robin's body, and he knew exactly what kind of high he needed to get past all these strange feelings.

Flopping onto the bed, Fin stretched out seductively, letting his fae self lead him as one hand lightly held onto the headboard and he again let himself drink in the sight of Robin.

"Don't have to look worried. You already talked me off a ledge tonight. I'm here. ...I'm here, I'm just a bit of a mess is all. I'm sorry."

Robin turned and looked down at him, gaze raking over his body. "I was trying to help, not to make you worse."

"You haven't," Fin promised quietly. "I'm always a bit like this, Rob- You're just seeing more than I usually allow people to view."

Sighing, he ran one hand over his torso before taking his cock in hand and beginning to stroke himself slowly.

"It's not pretty, and I'm sorry for that. ...I'd like to be pretty for you. I want to be lovely."

"You are," Robin said, watching him. "You're lovely now. You were lovely still in your clothes. You were lovely with my cock in your mouth."

"You know what I mean," Fin said quietly, letting go of his cock and sitting up slightly. "Forget you saw all that. Forget the theater and the broken glass. Let me put on a show for you, let me play the part of your pretty little whore. Your happy bed mate- Anything you like. I can't be lovely, but I can play the part. I can beg pretty, I can smile, I can be the Fin I wish I was. Don't even have to turn the lights off- I'm that good," he promised, sitting up a little more and crawling closer.

"I'm never happier than when I'm pretending to be someone else," he confessed.

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