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Robin continued stretching him, and looked over him and said softly, "This is going to feel so, so good," he promised him. "But you're not going to come yet. We have to pace you, pet."

Fin whimpered a bit, but nodded in agreement.

"Okay," he nodded. "I want you though. I'm ready."

"Oh good," Robin purred, and slicked up his cock before beginning to, very slowly, push inside him. It was taking a remarkable amount of self restraint.

Fin let out a quiet whimper of a gasp, letting himself adjust as Robin filled him slowly.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Robin... Please."

Robin continued going slowly, until he was buried to the hilt. He paused, rocking a little. "Okay?" he murmured.

"Yes, good... Perfect," Fin gasped, swallowing hard and nodding.

Robin let out a loud groan as he began to fuck him in earnest, though still slow at first, then as he kept going, a bit harder, a bit faster.

Fin gasped, holding Robin's shoulders and swearing softly as his nails dug into skin and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck," he swore, the word barely more than a whisper.

It hurt, just a little, just enough to make him tense and clench around the other man. It was good though, so good, just the right amount of pain with all the pleasure.

"Oh yes," Robin purred in agreement. "Fuck is right. You feel so fucking good, I'm not going to last long..."

Fin wanted to touch himself, to chase his own pleasure. He managed to keep himself in check though, his grip on Robin's shoulders tightening as he let out a soft whimper.

"Do it," he panted." I want you to. I want to feel you come. I want to be the reason..."

"Oh fuck, you are so very much the reason," Robin moaned. He thrust a few last times, and then came with loud groan.

As Robin came Fin pulled him down into a kiss, crushing his lips against the puck's with a moan.

Robin moaned and shuddered into that kiss, and when it broke, he hardly moved an inch from Fin and murmured, "That's... two. Are you bored yet?"

"No, not yet," Fin panted, letting out a breathless laugh. "Eight to go though... Anything could happen."

"So what's next?" Robin purred as he pulled out of Fin and then lay against him. "I think you deserve to come soon... maybe you should fuck me."

"Did you like it when I fucked you?" Fin grinned, rolling over and rutting playfully against Robin's thigh.

"Mmmhmmm..." Robin sighed. "Yeah, it was really fucking good, actually. Though you could also... take your time preparing me. Get number three and number for in quick succession." He wet his lips, desire bright in his eyes.

It took Fin a beat to realize what Robin meant, and he blushed slightly before nodding.

"I... Yeah, I could do that," he agreed, before moving to kiss the other man again.

Robin noted the blush, so when the kiss broke he said, "Only if you want to, pet. I'm only helping you brainstorm."

"No, I want to," Fin assured him, pressing a kiss to Robin's shoulder before backing away slightly.

"Get comfortable," he said softly. "On your stomach, maybe."

"Ah, my best side," Robin purred, rolling onto his stomach and happy enough to have his ass on display. He looked over his shoulder at Fin and batted his eyes.

Fin kissed his way down along the length of Robin's spine, taking his time and enjoying the taste of warm skin. He didn't rush, they had all night after all, and he let his eyes comb over bare flesh, memorizing every freckle and curve.

Robin sighed contently and relax. "Do I still taste good?" he murmured. "Sweet as honey, so I hear."

"Like sugar and sin," Fin purred, his hands smoothing over the backs of Robin's thighs.

Robin sighed again. "Good. Good, I want you to enjoy this, too."

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