Fin

[goodfellow]

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Robin sighed. "I agree. As much as I don't really think of that place as home, it could certainly use a hot tub or two." And with his arms around Fin, he slid one of his hands to splay his palm low on his abdomen.

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[goodfellow]

"Nothing but the pain and my voice," Robin murmured. He brought the belt down again, purposefully in the same spot. "Anf the want." And he shifted a little so that Fin could feel his erection, before bringing the belt again once more.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's own erection was trapped against Robin's thigh, and he whimpered softly as he bucked lightly against him.

"Yes," he panted. "Want you. Want this..."

[goodfellow]

Robin brought down the belt again. He wanted to make sure the sting of this lingered through what what came next. "Perfect," he purred. And he slipped a finger of his free hand into his mouth, before bringing his palm this time down hard on Fin's ass, then slid the finger inside him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Gasping, Fin went still for just a moment before starting to rut again. Groaning softly the fae seemed content.

[goodfellow]

"Be still," Robin ordered, stilling his own movements. "Your pleasure is only mine to give, do you understand?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Can't help it," Fin insisted, "Need you..."

[goodfellow]

"Of course you do," soothed Robin. "I am your whole world right now." Two fingers inside him now, Robin brought down the belt again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Letting out a soft whimper, Fin gripped Robin's leg tightly and forced himself to stay still as long as he could stand to.

"Please, Robin. Please," he begged quietly.

[goodfellow]

Robin leaned over him. "Do you want me to hurt you, or do you want me to fuck you?" he murmured, voice soothing. "Or both?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Both," Fin confessed, breathless and wanton. "Mostly though, I just want you inside me. I want to feel you, Robin. I want to feel alive."

[goodfellow]

"Good," Robin said. And he was glad for the answer, because honestly, no matter how well he prepared him it was still likely to hurt a bit.

He put his hands on Fin's waist and rolled him off of his lap and onto the bed, then onto his back. He smacked his ass one more time, this time with a bare palm, and then spread his cheeks before diving in with his tongue.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin let out a surprised laugh as he rolled onto the bed, though it soon faded to a groan.

"Fuck," he gasped softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin ignored him and went about his task, using his tongue to make Fin squirm and eventually adding fingers to begin stretching him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I need you- Fuck, Robin, please... I need you," the fae begged, practically clawing at the bed sheets.

[goodfellow]

Robin kept going. He didn't want it to hurt in a bad way, after all. Though eventually he raised his head and said, "Stay there, don't move." And then he got up and went to the bathroom to find what could best approximate lube.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was never much for obedience, and he rolled over to stretch out lazily before sitting up slightly to watch the puck. He smiled at the view of from the other room, wetting his lips and crawling to the edge of the bed.

[goodfellow]

Robin emerged, still fully aroused, now holding a small bottle of lotion. He looked down at Fin on the bed. "You're not very good at following instructions, are you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Not especially," Fin admitted, a faint smile on his lips as he tugged Robin closer and nuzzled at his hip.

[goodfellow]

"Then clearly you're not as eager as I thought," Robin murmured, sliding fingers into his hair.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, I'm terribly eager," he promised, beginning to kiss his way towards Robin's navel.

[goodfellow]

Robin decided to just let him continue. He would probably already be fucking him by now if Fin had stayed put as requested, but Robin himself had infinite patience.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin wasn't really in a rush though, no matter how needy or eager he was. He liked intimacy, craved it, and he was content to touch and be touched.

"You're so lovely," he said quietly. "And so very kind to me, Robin."

[goodfellow]

Not that Robin disagreed with the sentiment, but he felt there was melancholy in it. "Of course I am," was all he said, and continued petting Fin's hair.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin leaned into the touch, but eventually drew away and lay back down.

[goodfellow]

Robin leaned over Fin, pushing him farther into the mattress. "Do it still sting?" he purred.