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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[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."

[prince_of_nymphs]

" An interesting offer, but I'm not much for negotiation," Fin replied, a slight smirk on his lips.

[goodfellow]

"You won't get it just for this," Robin breathed. "Not for a fucking one-off. I can beat off after you leave and I'll be perfectly fine. If you want a new job, then part of your duties are to be at my beck and fucking call."

[prince_of_nymphs]

" You wouldn't know what to do with me if I agreed," Fin mocked. "But sure, I'm all yours, boss."

[goodfellow]

"That's right, don't - don't forget who's the boss here," Robin said weakly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's smile turned wolfish, and he stepped closer, leaning in to whisper in Rob's ear.

"Might be me soon. I could see me in this office, couldn't you?"

[goodfellow]

Robin had been tempted to turn the tables on him (a twist!) but he was enjoying how much Fin seemed to be enjoying having the upper hand. "M-maybe," he said, letting his body sag a little, clearly lost to the desire. "How would you treat me if you were the boss?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Terribly," Fin purred. "I think you'd like that though. You'd wake up every morning, eager and wanting."

Coiling his fingers around Robin's cock, he started to stroke him again.

"And to think, I'm only asking for a promotion. What a bargain for you."

[goodfellow]

“If I promote you, you’ll still be... under me,” Robin said breathlessly. “You’ll still have to do what I say .”

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Mmm, and then you could be under me whenever you like," Fin grinned, nipping at Robin's earlobe.

"Do we have a deal then?" he asked. "I think we can sign in something much less gruesome than blood.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Just... please, I need you. I fucking need you.”

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Lovely," Fin purred, letting go and bending Rob back over the desk.

He wasted no time slipping back inside, groaning as he filled the other man and began to fuck him in earnest.

"Touch yourself," he demanded.