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]

Encouraged by Robin's words, Fin probed deeper, his hands cupping the puck's backside as he worked.

[goodfellow]

Robin had to work to keep himself from moving too much in reaction. "Fin... that feels so fucking good..." He did move then, grinding a little against the mattress where his cock was trapped.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned at the bit of movement, letting up for a moment and pressing a kiss to the small of Robin's back.

"I shouldn't stop then?" he asked, his tone teasing and sweet.

[goodfellow]

"No, you should... definitely not stop," Robin said, a hint of a please in his voice.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Are you sure?" Fin asked, his lips moving just a tiny bit lower as he kissed him again. "If you're bored we could do something else. Game of checkers, maybe..."

[goodfellow]

"I'm sure. I'm really, really sure," Robin sighed, moving his body to press against Fin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, if you're certain..."

The fae trailed off and smiled to himself, before flicking his tongue over the sensitive pucker and getting back to work.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned a little, and then - "More..." He was having to restrain himself from straight up fucking the mattress.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The fae was happy to comply, spreading Robin wider and letting his tongue slip deeper inside.

[goodfellow]

Robin tried to lift his hips, so that he could reach to slip his hand over his own cock.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin let up just long enough to help Robin settle in on his knees, but was right back at it a beat later. He wanted Robin to come again. Wanted to prove he was up to the challenge.

[goodfellow]

The new position changed the sensation, and Robin groaned loudly, then reached for his own cock and started stroking it. "Fuck, Fin..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"As many times as you like, Robin," the fae grinned. "Later though. It's my turn next, remember?"

[goodfellow]

"Fuck me," Robin grunted, as he stroked himself faster, getting closer despite being more sensitive than he had been an orgasm ago. "Oh god, Fin, I can't wait for you to fuck me..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"So hurry up and come," Fin grinned, holding Rob's hips tightly as he ducked his head and tried to coax the puck to climax with a few more insistent flicks of his tongue.

[goodfellow]

And Robin did. His groan was guttural, and he collapsed back onto his stomach after.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Looking pleased with himself, Fin reached for the lube and began to slick himself, wasting no time before nudging Robin's legs apart and sliding into him.

[goodfellow]

Robin immediately let out a sharp cry, as if in pain. Though he hardly had any refractory period to speak of, he was still sensitive immediately after orgasm.

Though the cry turned into a moan of pleasure. "Fuck yes..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

With one hand tightly gripping Robin's hip, and the other holding the man's shoulder, Fin wasted no time building up a fast and steady pace. They were well past foreplay now, and the fae was shameless in chasing his own pleasure as he fucked the puck.

[goodfellow]

Robin was absolutely fine with Fin chasing his own pleasure. He'd be happy to make this situation entirely reciprocal, if Fin could survive it. As it was, he wanted him to take as much pleasure out of it as possible.

As for Robin, it felt really fucking good. So many different types of pleasure in such quick succession... well, he definitely wasn't bored yet, and the sounds he made certainly made that clear.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Fuck, Robin," Fin panted, grunting softly as he really began to thrust.

"Touch yourself," he demanded, fingers digging into the puck's hip as he pulled him into each thrust.

[goodfellow]

Every time Robin became, it was just a touch more difficult the next time. And in some ways, even better, with the extra sensitivity and the longer time on the edge making the orgasms stronger.

He did as he was told, stroking his cock easily to full hardness again, and moaning as Fin fucked him hard. "Harder," he gasped, more permission than plea.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't hesitate to comply, fucking the other man harder and eventually letting go of the puck's shoulder so he could brace himself against the headboard instead.

[goodfellow]

Robin started stroking himself even faster, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. "Oh god..." he groaned. "God, I need it..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"How much?" Fin asked, biting his lip to keep his own pleasure at bay just a little longer, even as his thrusts became faster and more and more erratic. "Tell... Tell me how much, Robin."