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The fae gasped but he didn't struggle. If anything he only seemed to grow more responsive and wanton. All the worries and pain that haunted him on a daily bases were gone for the moment, replaced with pure filth as he considered all the other things they might do... Though even those thoughts were pushed aside as pleasure left him blank.

There was a very subtle scent of honey around them as Robin's skin glistened slightly with sweat as he continued fucking Fin. He was fucking him in earnest now, though still being careful not to hurt him.

He pushed Fin's hair away from the back of his neck and kissed it, then groaned softly, "How long do you think you can stand this? I could go all night, you know..."

"But then we'll never know what round two might have been like," Fin panted, his hair clinging to his face as he clutched at the bed sheets with his free hand. "...Or three, or four."

Oh, that was a good answer. Robin chuckled and thrust into him hard. "Do you want to come, pet?" he purred, twisting Fin's pinned arm a little more.

Fin swore softly and let out a little whimper.

"Please," he panted, struggling to keep himself from face-planting against the mattress as his free arm began to tremble slightly.

"Please..." Robin repeated in a whisper, as he released Fin's arm and snaked his own around to grasp Fin's erection as he continued to thrust into him.

Fin whimpered softly and bucked into the touch.

"Robin... Oh, fuck, Robin," he groaned covering the other man's hand with his own.

Robin lowered his head and bit down on the flesh of Fin's shoulder, enough to leave a mark, as he stroked his cock with purpose.

It was all heat and sweat, damp skin and guttural moans. It was perfect, and it was a struggle not to fall apart. He wanted it to last just a little longer- Just a few moments longer...

It was too good though, and he came undone with a mewl of pleasure.

As if he hadn't been close enough already, Fin falling apart underneath him, and the brilliant tightening of his body, was more than enough to push Robin over the edge. He groaned loudly and pushed hard into Fin before spilling inside him. When it was over, it was all he could do not to just collapse on top of Fin. Instead, he leaned over him and kissed the back of his neck.

Fin collapsed onto the mattress, shaking slightly and panting hard.

"Fuck. ...That was- Fuck," he babbled.

Robin pulled out of him, and then collapsed beside him on the bed. There was a pleased smile on his lips. "It was," he agreed, and dragged a hand lightly down Fin's arm. He hoped it was the best Fin had ever had, though he was polite enough not to ask.

It took a long moment for him to catch his breath, and he smiled as he rolled over and pressed up against him.

"Want to do it again?" he asked, though he was far too spent to try again just yet.

Robin chuckled softly and then kissed him. "I'm always up for seconds. What do you want next, pet?"

"You ask like I have a list," Fin laughed, chasing the other man's lips with his own and grinning into the kiss. "Perhaps we should see if google's got some sort of smutty bible to flip through, or purchase some filthy dice that'll tell us where our tongues ought to be."

The fae was all light and smiles now, so far removed from the trembling mess of a man who'd teetered so precariously on that rooftop ledge only hours ago. As though just being touched and paid attention to could chase away some of those demons.

"Mmmm I guarantee you that if it's on google I already know about it," Robin said with a smirk, and then teased, "Besides, you might have a list. Are you sure you don't have a list?"

"No lists, not even a short one," Fin chuckled, rolling onto his back and smiling up at the ceiling. "You can search me if you like," he quipped playfully, looking over at Robin again, his smile softening to something more tender.

Robin really was glad to see Fin seeming so much happier. He couldn't help but feel a little pleased with himself for that. "Anywhere you could be hiding anything?" he asked lightly.

"Only one, really, and I think you've searched there quite thoroughly," the fae smiled.

"You really want to go again?" Robin murmured, chasing that smile with a kiss.

"I do," Fin grinned. "...We could have a little more to eat first though. I just need a moment to, erm, bounce back."

"Not everyone is a puck," Robin said with another smirk as he sat up. "Stay here, I'll bring you something. What do you want?"

"...Something salty," the fae grinned, practically purring as he settled back against the pillows.

Robin climbed out of the bed and went over to the cart of food. A moment later he returned with a new bottle of wine and a basket of shoelace french fries that were dusted with truffle salt. He handed those to Fin and then opened the bottle of wine.

"Want me to order anything else?" he asked.

"No, this is perfect," Fin assured him, sitting up to eat and holding out a fry for Robin.

"Thank you," he said after a moment. "For bringing me here, I mean. ...For talking me off that rooftop."

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