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"Go on Then, fire me," Fin said, smirking and leaning back in his seat. "I'll have a new job before you even decide where you're ordering your lunch from.

"No you won't," Robin said coolly. "Not after I contact everyone in our business in this city and tell them that you were fired for sexual harassment."

He stood up, circling around the desk so that he was looking down at Fin. "You think you're hot shit. I can respect that. But I still have your balls in a vice."

Fin's smile faded, and he folded his arms over his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.

Robin smiled at him. This was clearly a battle between two people who wanted to be in control, though he had the inherent advantage.

"Not so sure of yourself now, hmm?" Robin said. "What you want is interesting. You do think you're straight, I imagine, but you were really hoping I'd take you up on your offer. Am I right?"

Fin snorted, looking away. "Please, if I wanted my dick sucked I wouldn't have to come to you. People line up for a little attention from me," he replied, growing cocky again.

"Male and female," he added, returning his attention to Robin.

"Is that what happened with Richard's wife?" Robin asked. "She just couldn't resist you?"

Fin didn't reply, he only smirked and shrugged one shoulder.

"Well clearly you thought I would be the same," Robin said, looking amused. "So hungry for Finlay Flynn's magical cock that I'll give him whatever he wants."

"And you're not?" Fin asked, uncrossing his legs and resting his hands on his knees as he let his thighs spread just a little. His trousers were just tight enough that you could see the outline of his cock, and he held Robin's gaze as he spoke.

"I think you're famished."

Robin's gaze dropped briefly, then back to Fin's face.

"Seems to me like you're the eager one."

Fin chuckled, then shook his head. "Still haven't told me what it is you want. Sorry, was I supposed to come in here and beg for the promotion? Was I supposed to get on my knees and plead? Is that what you like, boss?" he asked, gracefully getting to his feet and standing right in Robin's personal space.

"I don't beg," he said, resting his hands on Robin's shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I just get what I want, when I want it."

Robin found himself thinking fondly of when he'd role-played with the other Fin, and how he'd unexpectedly turned the tables on him, becoming dominant in a situation that would have more intuitively gone the other way. Perhaps, he thought, the step removed from Fin's real self when he was playing encouraged that. Well, Robin was happy enough to go wherever Fin took him.

Robin didn't try to hide a genuine shudder of desire, nor the fact that he was getting an erection. "I thought - that what you wanted was a promotion."

"And I intend to get it," Fin assured him, pushing Robin back against the desk. "By the time I leave this room, you'll be offering me your own damn office," he grinned, licking one long line up the other man's neck.

"Go on," he whispered. "Say no. Tell me to get out. I'll do it. I'll walk right out that door if you like."

Robin was a decent actor, too. Not that he had to pretend when it came to desire. But under normal circumstances his pride could outweigh his desire.

"I don't want you to go," Robin said, his voice a bit choked. "But that doesn't mean you're getting a promotion."

"Oh, but I am," Fin purred, starting to unbutton Rob's shirt. "You know I am, I know I am, but we can play this game if you really want to. I don't mind. ...That's why people like me, you know. I'm so... Accommodating. A real people pleaser," he added, roughly tugging the shirt down off Robin's shoulders, exposing the other man's chest.

"I'm married," Robin said, though made no move to stop him.

After all, married Robin must find Fin even more irresistible.

"Oh? And you're such a good husband, I'm sure," he grinned, ridding Robin of his shirt completely now. "Always home for dinner, never forgetting an anniversary... Such a good boy."

His fingers moved to his trousers now, effortlessly popping them open and slipping his hand beneath the elastic of the other man's pants as he took Rob's cock in hand and began to stroke.

"Oh, and certainly not a disappointment in the bedroom I see."

"Actually I work long hours and she hasn't wanted to fuck in months," Robin said, bracing himself against the desk with one hand. "Maybe you want to fuck her, too?"

"Sounds like fun. You can watch if you like," the fae purred, still stroking Robin as he spoke.

Robin made a strangled little sound of pleasure.

"You're still not getting a promotion for a good handjob," he said, a little breathless.

Fin popped him lightly on the cheek, just hard enough to sting.

"Don't get mouthy," he warned, giving Robin's cock a squeeze before letting go.

"Turn around," he instructed, loosening his collar but making no move to undress himself.

"You - " Robin began, as if he were going to protest, but then... well, apparently he hadn't had sex in months and also he was a little bit pathetic. He was really enjoying the cocky employee, though.

He turned around, putting both palms on the table. "You better impress me." A poor attempt to wrest back some control.

"Or what?" Fin asked, tugging Robin's trousers down. "What will you do, pet? Scold me? Sack me?"

He gave Robin's backside a rough smack, before pressing closer, his erection unmistakable, even through layers of clothes.

"I'm going to let you in on a secret," he said, rutting roughly against the other man. "I don't fucking care."

"I... I could sack you," Robin gasped. He pushed back against him, shameless, like he couldn't help himself.

"Oh, but you don't really want that," Fin murmured, one arm snaking around Robin's middle while his other hand slipped over the puck's mouth. "Then you wouldn't see me every day, wouldn't remember this moment every time we get on the lift at the same time..."

He rocked against him again, harder now.

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