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]

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?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I do, but I know I'm going to come," the fae purred, slowing his pace slightly.

[goodfellow]

"So am I, I'm fucking close," Robin grunted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned, then stopped, going still inside the other man.

"Are you?" he asked. "Are you sure I'll let you?"

[goodfellow]

Robin tried to turn his head to look at him, even as he started to snake a hand around to his grip his own cock.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin caught his wrist, then the other, holding them tight.

"You want to come, I want that promotion... I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement, don't you?" he asked with a slow roll of his hips.

[goodfellow]

“I don’t think that’s a fair exchange,” Robin said breathlessly. “We can... talk about your job once we’ve finished.”

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Life's not fair. You want to come? Say the job's mine. Say it," Fin demanded, his voice a low rumble now.

[goodfellow]

"... no," Robin ground out. "You want this too, so just fuck me, goddamnit."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smirked, then slowly pulled out, letting go and pretending to start tucking himself away.

"Seems like we're just not going to come to an arrangement then," he said.

[goodfellow]

"What? No." Robin turned his head to look at him, affecting an expression intended to convey, desperation, a somewhat pathetic man on the verge of swallowing his own pride.

"I - I'll do whatever you want," Robin said. "Now. I mean - to get you off. Anything. Anything but that."