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 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."

[goodfellow]

"So much," Robin groaned. "God your cock feels so good... oh fuck, fuck..."

And he finally came, another guttural groan escaping him as his body sagged a ilttle.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The feeling of Robin climaxing was pure ecstasy, and no amount of self control could hold Fin back now. He came with a low moan of pleasure that became a sharp cry. He was bordering on oversensitive and overstimulated- But he wasn't ready to stop.

"Oh my god, Robin," he panted, collapsing on top of the puck.

[goodfellow]

Robin's skin was glistening now with a thin layer of honey-scented sweat, and he too was collapsed into the mattress, panting a little despite the fact that he hadn't just been the one exerting himself. "Bored yet?" he managed, a hint of a laugh in it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No. ...Not yet," Fin assured him with a breathless laugh, rolling off him and curling up on the bed beside him.

[goodfellow]

Robin stretched on the bed. "That's four," he sighed contently.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nuzzled at his shoulder, then wiggled closer.

"Are we allowed an intermission?"

[goodfellow]

"Mmmhmmmmm," Robin said, stretching again. "Good idea. You want a snack? A drink? An energy smoothie?" He laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Mmm, just a drink and a cigarette, please. That's all I need," Fin assured him.

[goodfellow]

"I handle that," said Robin, and grinned at him before climbing out of bed and walking naked back over to the bar on the other side of the room where he started making drinks.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin rolled onto his side to watch him, then slowly sat up.

"If we sit on the balcony and smoke, will anyone see us?"

[goodfellow]

"Probably not," Robin shrugged, and came over with a glass for Fin, before returning to grab the cigarettes. "Though even if they could, I don't really give a shit. This balcony faces inward, not to the street."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just don't fancy finding myself splashed all over some trashy website," Fin admitted quietly.

[goodfellow]

"Want me to get you a hat and sunglasses?" Eliot asked, smirking a little as he turned back towards him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"So I can look especially ridiculous in the photos?" Fin joked, shrugging, then offering a smile. "No, that's alright. Wouldn't happen to have a robe in here though, would you?" he asked as he stood and stretched.

[goodfellow]

Robin threw open a closet. It was a small walk-in, filled with a combination of costumes, suits, and yes, robes. He pulled out a plain plush white robe and tossed it to Fin, a policeman's uniform and a lace nightie swinging next to it.

Robin liked being naked, but it was a little chilly outside so he grabbed a red kimono-style silk robe for himself and slipped it on.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin quirked a brow at the uniform, then chuckled as he pulled the robe on and fished his cigarettes out of his pocket.

Heading outside he made sure the robe was cinched tight before lighting up and offering the pack to Rob.

"It's still sort of strange being back in London. I mean, really strange being thrust into this new life, but... Well, I suppose you know what I'm trying to say, yeah? It's still feels strange not to wake up in that little cottage on the beach.

[goodfellow]

Robin's robe, on the other hand, was cinched loose; a stiff breeze would easily reveal everything.

He took the cigarette and held it out for Fin to light. "Not for me, pet. That amount of time was hardly a flash in the pan for me. Though still, thank god it's over. Pucks do not thrive in captivity."