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]

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

[goodfellow]

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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

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.

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

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.

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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..."

[goodfellow]

"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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

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."

[goodfellow]

"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..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

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

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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."

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Oh, you have it. No question." He decided then that it was kind of hot that Fin didn't seem to have much experience topping.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin could count on one hand the amount of times he'd done this, and while he did feel as though he knew what he was doing now there was still a hint of hesitation as he prepared Robin with one finger. One eventually became two, slim fingers probing and exploring, eager but careful as he went on.

He took his time, but eventually he drew back and began to stroke and slick himself, watching Robin intently the whole time.

[goodfellow]

"That's it, baby," Robin murmured, watching him just as intently, his expression dark with desire.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," Fin said softly as he hitched Robin's legs up slightly and slowly began to press inside.

[goodfellow]

"Fuck no, definitely don't stop," Robin breathed, lifting his hips a little.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin leaned over a little more, shifting and starting to thrust.

"Fuck," he gasped, setting a slow pace at first then slowly rolling his hips a little faster. He was watching Robin the whole time though, making note of which of his efforts earned him a reaction.

[goodfellow]

Robin watched him right back. And he reacted - not put on at all, but giving Fin encouragement at just the right times. "Fuck is right," he groaned. "There, just - just there, like that. Just a little more..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin followed Robin's lead, doing as he was prompted and trying not to give into the temptation of rutting and coming undone like some teenage fool.