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"Oh it's more than all right," Robin sighed. He put a hand on Fin's waist to help steady himself. "I want to do this for you, too, you know. Make you come until you can't stand it anymore."

"Is that even possible?" Fin asked, his naivety showing slightly.

His hand began to move faster then, and he smiled to himself as he peppered Robin's neck with soft kisses and gentle nips.

"Is it possible that you can't stand it anymore?" Robin said, a little breathless as his cock hardened fully and he pushed a little into Fin's hand. "Well, why don't we find out sometime. We could find out now, but you... seem dedicated towards a goal tonight, and if I wore you out first I don't think we'd get there..."

"Add it to the to-do list. We should definitely have one of those," Fin purred, rutting lightly against Robin's hip as he began to stroke him faster.

Robin moaned softly. "Mmmhmm noted. I'd like to see you in that space between begging me to stop and beginning me not to stop."

"Well, the night is young, who knows where it'll end," Fin smiled, his free hand coming to rest against the small of Robin's back as he continued to stroke and stimulate the puck.

"Right now I'm quite focused on this though," he assured him, giving Rob's cock a subtle squeeze.

"Well keep focusing," Robin gasped. "I'm going to come any moment and you may have to catch me if I fall over."

"Hope not, don't think that would end well for us," Fin chuckled, though he didn't stop stroking, urging Robin on as he grinned to himself and pressed a rather rough kiss to the other man's neck, trying to leave a little mark.

Robin hardly heard him. The break on the balcony had given his body plenty of time to recover, and he could reach orgasm easily. Impulsively, he grabbed the collar of Fin’s robe and yanked him in for a hard kiss just as he came into Fin’s hand, groaning into the kiss.

Fin pulled him through it, his hand not stilling until he was sure Robin was done.

He smiled into the kiss, letting it linger and holding Rob close.

"Alright?" he asked softly, once the kiss finally broke.

"Yes all right," Robin murmured. "And I didn't even fall over." He kissed Fin's hair. "We're only halfway there, you know..."

"Not thinking about throwing in the towel, are you?" Fin teased.

"Oh no," Robin said, shaking his head. "I am very much up to this challenge. Now, what next, what next... I think we should definitely get into the shower at some point, so perhaps get a little messy now?"

"Messy how?" Fin asked. "Like, let's eat crackers in bed messy?"

Robin chuckled. "Well, we are making quite a mess already I suppose," he pointed out, nodding to where he'd come on Fin's hand and robe. "But I don't know, I might have some whipped cream. I at least have that bottle of honey."

"Oh, I... I dunno," Fin said with a soft laugh. "I don't know if I like the idea of being that sticky. Doesn't really do it for me. ...Do you like that sort of thing?" he asked curiously.

"There are very few things I don't like," Robin said with a little smile. "I'm just trying to keep you from getting bored, but there are still many, many options. Is there anything else you'd particularly enjoy, my dear? There is also an exceedingly large variety of toys and such in the dresser."

Fin quirked a brow, then nodded. "I mean, I wouldn't mind having a peek at what you have here," he admitted, endlessly curious still when it came to sex.

"Be my guest," Robin said. "You'll find most anything you could imagine, I think. I've had a long time to collect things." He cinched his robe again.

"I don't have a lot of toys. I mean, I've inherited a lot from the other me, but- I haven't looked through them much. I wouldn't know what half of them were for, to be honest," Fin confessed, peeking at Robin's stuff.

"If I'd inherited a chest full of sex toys I would not be able to keep myself from investigating," Robin said, laughing as he cinched his robe loosely and plopped back onto the bed, lounging. "If you don't know what something is for, you can ask."

Fin poked through the items, able to suss out what most of them were.

"I know you say you like everything, but you must have something you like over most other things," Fin noted, lingering on a feather duster and wrinkling his nose a bit at the thought of being tickled.

"I like extremes," Robin said, "though I also don't need them. You saw from our roleplaying that I'm perfectly comfortable with either side of it."

He looked towards the box, a little smile on his lips. "Though if we don't want to wear you out, you might want to find something else in there you can fuck with me."

"I'm not worn out," Fin said defensively. "I can hold my own. ...Just dunno what to do next. I'm not good at taking charge, never have been."

Toys abandoned, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Your partner, or whatever he is, he doesn't mind all this? You fucking who you want when you want? It's really never an issue?"

Robin hesitated and then said, "Prometheus has known me for a very long time. He knows what I am. And he loves me as a whole, not just my parts."

Though he paused, and then added, "I am capable of monogamy. But he's never asked it of me. Which I'm glad for."

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