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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.

"I haven't even been with you yet," Robin pointed out. "But I want you to be most comfortable. Would you rather I choose a role for you? Besides Finlay Flynn, who wants me?"

"I do want you, that's not an act," Fin promised, looking away as though he was ashamed of his own behavior.

Robin very nearly snapped at him to stop that. But caught himself just in time. That was not going to help.

Suddenly, he was on the bed with Fin, climbing towards him and bending to scrape his teeth against Fin's throat. "Then show me. Show me how you've never needed anyone so much as you need me."

It was intentionally ambiguous. Take it as a role to play if you like. Or just feel it.

"I was certain I already had," Fin gasped, tilting his head slightly and pressing a little closer. "I'm not sure how to better express my desire, Robin. Though I'd be happy to learn..."

Robin chuckled. "I just want you to realize how powerless that desire makes you." He slid his hand between them, to wrap his fingers around Fin's cock.

Bucking into the touch, Fin wet his lips with a flick of his tongue and moaned softly. "Didn't feel powerless with your cock down my throat," he whispered. "Not even when I felt your come coat my tongue. Not even as I swallowed you down..."

"Mmmm," Robin hummed noncommittally, even as he continued to stroke Fin's cock, maddeningly slowly. "And did you like the way I taste, petal?"

"I never usually do, but... It was different this time," he confessed. "Maybe I'm learning to like it, but you tasted good."

Robin kissed his neck. "Another benefit of pucks. I'm afraid it won't help you with anyone else..." He continued to stroke Fin's cock.

"Oh," Fin gasped, though it was hard to tell if it was an actual reply or simply an involuntary reaction to being fondled and touched.

Robin's stroking slowed, though not quite stopping. "I was going to make you come now, I was going to suck you off, but... you haven't been a good boy like I asked."

"Don't know what you mean, I've been a wonder," Fin murmured, his voice breathy and the barest hint of a grin on his lips.

"A wonderful brat," Robin countered, and smacked Fin's thigh, hard.

Fin gasped softly, then pretended to pout. "Can't expect someone to behave when they've never learned how," he purred.

"You need me to teach you how to behave, pet?" Robin purred. "You strike me as one that might respond better to negative than positive reinforcement, hmm?" He smacked Fin's thigh again. "The stick over the carrot?"

"Maybe," Fin admitted, growing a bit shyer now, less sure of himself. Though he found comfort in the fact that Robin didn't sound as though he was judging him.

Robin might have been a bit more hesitant if the word 'pain' hadn't already come out of Fin's mouth that evening. Well, that and what he knew about the other Fin.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

Fin nuzzled at Robin's neck and nodded slightly.

"I do. I trust you," he decided. "I trust you Robin."

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