Fin

[goodfellow]

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Robin smiled to himself as he walked around and sat behind the desk. "Come in."

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[goodfellow]

Robin made a strangled little sound of pleasure.

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

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.

[goodfellow]

"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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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."

[goodfellow]

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

[prince_of_nymphs]

"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.

[goodfellow]

Robin made a muffled sound against his hand... and then sagged against him with a moan.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned, pushing two fingers between Robin's lips.

"Suck," he demanded.

[goodfellow]

Robin sucked, twirling his tongue over the fingers.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Good boy," Fin said, his tone so uncharacteristically condescending as he slipped deeper into the role.

Withdrawing his fingers from Robin's lips, he moved to start preparing the other man.

"Tell me you want it. Say it."

[goodfellow]

Fin really was a different person when he was in character.

But Robin could be, too.

“I want it,” he moaned.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"How badly?" Fin coaxed, twisting his fingers a little.

[goodfellow]

"Bad enough to let you keep your job," Robin said between gritted teeth as he bit back another moan.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smacked him again, stretching him a little more before stepping back and freeing his own cock from his trousers. He slicked himself slowly, making sure Robin could hear.

[goodfellow]

Robin suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be married to a woman, and that he hadn't had sex with her in a while either. "Go slow, I haven't been fucked in years," he blurted. But it was clear he wanted it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't answer, but he did take his time, filling Robin slowly and letting out a quiet moan.

[goodfellow]

"Oh god that's good," Robin moaned. "I'd forgotten how much I love this. Fuck, I guess you were right, I did need it..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Once he was deep inside, Fin went still for a moment, letting himself enjoy the perfect grip and heat.

"Of course I was right," he purred. "I'm always right," he promised, before drawing back out slowly and slamming back in hard.

[goodfellow]

"This is what you wanted too," Robin reminded him, and he pushed back against him with amoan.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin took hold of Robin by the hair, pushing him down against the desk and holding him in place.

"I know what I want," he assured him.

[goodfellow]

Robin struggled... half-heartedly. "You can't just - " But didn't finish the thought, the words turning into a moan.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't answer, he just held Robin in place and continued to fuck him, using him the way he wanted. It wasn't like him at all- And that was kind of a thrill, if he was honest.

[goodfellow]

It was fucking good for Robin, too. There was something even hotter about it coming from Fin. He purposefully made some sounds that were clearly on the line between pain and pleasure. He wanted Fin to know that he felt the roughness, wanted to know he felt how he was being used.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grunted, but that was the only sound he dared let escape.

"Do you want to come?" he asked. "Tell me. Say it."

[goodfellow]

"Yes," Robin grunted. "Do you?"