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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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"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."

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.

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.

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

"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.

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

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.

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..."

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.

Robin was impressed with his stamina, actually, considering how long he'd taken to wind him up.

Robin had one hand gripping the sheets at his side, and slipped the other between their bodies to wrap his hand around his own cock.

It wasn't long before the fae was panting and chanting Robin's name, just the sight of the other man making it hard to hold back any longer. Every sense was lit up, and though Fin desperately wanted Robin to come one more time, he just couldn't stop himself from tumbling over the edge first.

He came with a soft cry, hips stuttering before he collapsed half atop the puck.

Robin might have come too, having started stroking himself - but he was instantly distracted by the sight of Fin's climax, his own hand stuttering to a stop as he watched him. And then Fin was on top of him, limiting his movement. "Fuck you're hot," he breathed, sliding his other hand into Fin's hair.

"You flatter me," Fin replied with a breathless laugh. "Because you're a wonder, Robin Goodfellow. An absolute wonder."

"Mmmmm of course I am," Robin murmured, and caught Fin's mouth in a kiss. Then when it broke added, "If you keep saying nice things about me, I might come again."

"Should I tell you how beautiful you are? How handsome? Should I tell you how good you felt inside me? How it felt as though I'd never be so full and alive again?" Fin purred.

"Yes," Robin breathed, and started stroking himself again. "You should tell me exactly that."

"Then I'll tell you how you're a brilliant lover, the way you know just how to make me feel good," Fin purred, moving closer and continuing to whisper filthy things in the other man's ear.

Robin moaned shamelessly. He was so fucking close. "Yes, fuck, so do you..."

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