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Fin

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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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The sound that escaped Fin then was pure sin, guttural and deep as his eyes rolled back slightly and his lips parted.

Robin grinned. "That's just the look I mean," he purred. "More? How do you want it, pet? Harder? Deeper?"

"Both. Everything. ...Fuck, I don't know," Fin babbled, squirming a little and meeting Robin's gaze with his own as he tried to focus.

Harder and deeper it is, then, Robin thought as he smoldered down at Fin and then started to fuck him with more power behind it than he had in the previous round.

It was bliss, and Fin was shameless as he let his appreciation show with little groans and whimpers. He embraced his desires fully, offering Robin nothing but appreciation as he held on even tighter, his short, blunt nails digging into the puck's skin.

Robin groaned too, ecstatic from being able to just take his own pleasure from Fin while knowing that he was enjoying it, too. But right now his focus really was on himself - when this was done, he'd give Fin free rein for whatever he desired.

"Fuck you feel good," he grunted. "So fucking good..."

Fin, for his part, found the most joy in simply being wanted- And in that moment he felt truly desired. It made his magic tingle and spark beneath his skin, dancing up his spine and amplifying every sensation.

"Robin," he moaned, speaking the other man's name like it was a prayer.

Oh that was a nice sound. There was also something... tingling, something Robin couldn't really put his finger on, but he also was too distracted to think too much about it.

He swore under his breath in Greek. "Fin, christ..." He was close.

"I want it. I want to feel you," Fin panted. "I want you to come..."

Robin saw no need not to comply, and besides which, that was hot.

He moaned shamelessly, thrust hard into Fin, and came, burying his face against Fin's chest.

It wasn't the same as chasing his own pleasure, but there was still a feeling of bliss to it. A moment of quiet Ecstasy.

Robin collapsed against him and Fin wrapped his arms tightly around him, embracing him and keeping him there for a moment.

Robin was still panting a little as he relaxed against Fin. Only groaned quietly.

Fin gently stroked Robin's hair and back, whispering praise and kissing what bits of skin he could reach.

Robin sighed contently, relaxing under the touch and closing his eyes. He also eased himself off of Fin and rolled beside him so that Fin had more freedom of movement.

As Robin rolled away Fin followed, still nuzzling and kissing Robin's shoulder as he bucked gently against him. There was almost an innocence to the way Fin rocked against him, wordlessly chasing pleasure with little gasps and scattered kisses. His touch was tender as his hands explored warm skin, smoothing over Robin's sides and then lingering near his hips before daring to venture lower.

It was so sweet, the way Fin touched him, and Robin was happy to just lose himself in it. He sighed again in encouragement.

"I like the way you taste," the fae murmured, still rutting against Robin's hip as he spoke. "The way you smell, the way you feel. It's a feast for the senses..."

"Mmmmm yes, well, I do try," Robin purred. He liked the feeling of Fin rutting against him, the raw desire and urgency in it. He could already feel his body just starting to stir with arousal again.

Fin was purring now, unaware of the fact he was doing so. It was little more than a low rumble of pure happiness. Fin could fake many things, but not this. This was real. This was pure joy for the fae.

"want you," he whispered. "I could do this for days. Weeks even."

"I'm impressed," Robin said breathlessly, and meant it - he had expected urgency from Fin, chasing his own pleasure, but this was even better. "Be my guest. You're in charge now, beautiful..."

"Not good at being in charge," the fae confessed, though he did wriggle his way between Robin's thighs then.

"Well if you don't want to be, speak now or forever hold your peace," Robin said breathlessly, letting his legs fall apart.

"I'll do my best," Fin assured him, reaching for the tube of whatever it was Robin had used to slick himself up.

Robin moved a little underneath him, eager. "It's your turn to take," he breathed. "Take what you want."

"I don't want to take," Fin said softly, slicking up his fingers and slowly starting to prepare Robin. "I want it to be given freely."

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