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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[prince_of_nymphs]

"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.

[goodfellow]

"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?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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.

[goodfellow]

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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

"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?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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."

[goodfellow]

"Thank you for coming," said Robin, pouring them both a glass of wine, and handing one to Fin. "And I'm glad you're feeling good... I am too."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's like a switch flips," Fin confessed as he took the glass. "One moment it's all doom and gloom, then it's... Fine. Just fine, you know? Everything gets brighter and I'm left feeling like a fool for being so miserable."

[goodfellow]

Robin knew there was no point in telling Fin again that he thought it sounded like a problem that might be chemical. Instead, he just wanted to keep making Fin feel like this.

"I want to keep making you feel like you do now," Robin said. "I want to make you feel... the best you ever have."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'd like that," Fin said softly. "I'd like to do this as often as we're able- I'm in no rush to stop now either.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him. "You could have jumped my bones at any point before this, you know," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's cheeks went a bit red at that, and he ducked his head slightly. "I don't just... I um... What I mean to say is that I, erm, I don't generally just fall into bed with people. The moment has to be right," he insisted quietly.

[goodfellow]

Robin certainly wasn't going to argue with him about that. "Well I am glad this was the right moment," he said, "even if I accidentally pushed it along."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm glad too," Fin assured him. "Truly."

[goodfellow]

"I won't lie," said Robin, settling back into the bed beside Fin. "Under normal circumstances, promiscuous is not a strong enough word for me. A bit different where we are now, but I still want you to know... I do care about you. You're not just a lay, I've had many of those and this is not that."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Putting his drink and nibbles aside, Fin settled in slightly closer. "Thank you," he said softly, because that was important to him. Fin needed to matter- And he supposed Robin must have known that from spending time with his other self.

[goodfellow]

Robin did know. Though regardless, he did think it was important to distinguish someone like Fin, or Felix, or certainly Prometheus, from any of the nameless fucks he had had over his many, many years.

Robin settled comfortably on the bed, and turned his head to look out the window at the beautiful view of the city. "This is such a nice respite," he said softly. "Pucks... do not do well in captivity."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No?" Fin replied. "Few beings do, I imagine. ...I don't mind it so much. It's nice to be off the street. Nice to feel like I have family of a sort."

[goodfellow]

"I have had worse lives," Robin said, and then sighed, "But feeling trapped, it just... it constricts me, grates at me. It makes me want to pick fights, steal things, fuck strangers..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Hard to do in our tiny little paradise," Fin pointed out, nuzzling at the other man's shoulder.