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

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.

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."

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.

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

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

"Yes," Fin gasped, squirming slightly beneath the other man.

"Good," Robin murmured, as he poured lotion onto his fingers and slid two of them inside Fin even as he kissed his neck. "And after I fuck you, you will feel it for days, I promise you."

"I'll hold you to that," Fin panted, his pulse fluttering nervously.

Two fingers became three as Robin continued to prepare him, lips moving over his throat. "I know how you want this," he murmured.

"I need it," Fin babbled. "Need you... Just- Just go slow," he added, nervous about the size of the other man.

"I will," Robin promised, looking Fin in the eyes. "I'll only ever hurt you in ways you want to be hurt." Which was why he was taking such care to prepare him now, taking his time and stretching him as best he could with his fingers.

Fin nodded, holding Robin's shoulder tightly. "I trust you," he said softly.

Robin carefully removed his fingers. "It may be easier for you from behind," he said quietly. "But I leave it up to you."

Fin bit his lip, then nodded slightly, trusting Robin's judgement and turning over.

Robin carefully pulled Fin up onto his hands and knees, and then kissed the back of his neck. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You're so ready for me." He slicked up his cock, positioned himself, one arm wrapped around Fin, and began to slowly push inside.

Fin's breath caught and he closed his eyes as he went perfectly still beneath the other man.

Robin continued, pushing himself slowly into Fin. “Okay?” He murmured when he was most of the way, one arm curved intimately around him.

"I'm fine," Fin promised with a little gasp. "I'm good... It's good."

That was enough encouragement for Robin to continue until he had seated himself to the hilt inside Fin. Then he slid his free hand into Fin's hair and yanked his head back. "Tell me how it feels," he purred.

Fin whimpered at the pull on his hair, his back arching slightly as he caught his breath.

"Like I'll break in half," the fae panted. "Like too much, but- But in the best way. It's a bright pain, a good pain..."

"That's perfect," Robin murmured, and bent over him, kissing his neck. He also grabbed Fin's ass, fingers purposefully digging into the flesh still red from the sting of the belt. And then pulled out just a little so that he could push back in.

"Fuck," Fin gasped, trying to rock back and chase that feeling of being filled so completely. "Robin..."

Robin groaned. "Good..." he praised, nearly moaning the word. He began to slowly thrust, fucking him in earnest now, though trying to hold back at first.

The pain began to fade into pure pleasure, and Fin's shoulders relaxed as he allowed Robin to set the pace and took himself in hand.

"Need you, Robin. Fuck, need this... You feel amazing."

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