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 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.

[goodfellow]

"Oh god," gasped Robin. "Oh god yes, more..." And he did exactly as he was told, slipping a hand around his own cock, and stroking quickly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Tangling his fingers in Robin's hair again, Fin pulled slightly as he fucked him, grunting and panting as he chased his own pleasure.

"Do it. Come for me."

[goodfellow]

That was not a difficult ask at this point. Robin's hand quickened and he let himself go. Only after he'd come, hard, did he made a mental note to make sure he cleaned off the desk.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The moment he felt Robin clench and let go Fin did the same, coming deep inside the other man with a deep groan of appreciation.

[goodfellow]

Robin sagged against the desk. He turned his head to look at Fin. "Maybe you do deserve a promotion," he murmured, and then a flicker of a smile betrayed the real Robin behind the character.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin broke character as well, panting and laughing softly before slipping free and tucking himself away.

[goodfellow]

Robin straightened up, grabbed a tissue from his desk to clean himself (and the desk) up, before retrieving his trouser and pulling them back on. "Well," he said, turning to Fin with a glint in his eye, "How was that for a roleplaying experience?"