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"I might need a minute," Fin confessed, looking a bit embarrassed. "I'm trying to keep up though, really."

Robin felt a little bad that he seemed embarrassed. He rocked on Fin's hips, and then pushed him backwards on the bed. "You're doing a splendid job," he purred. "Absolutely above the bar. Leapt over it, in fact."

Falling onto his back, his hands moved to Robin's shoulders.

"Good, 'cause I don't want to disappoint, you know? And I'm having a lot of fun," he added with a faint smile.

"I don't think it's possible you could disappoint," Robin assured him. "But mmmmm I'm glad you're having fun." He moved on top of him, his cock brushing against Fin's. "I really was worried you might get bored with this..."

"Not yet," Fin gasped. "I'm definitely not bored just yet..."

"Mmmm no you're not," Robin purred, "and I'm going to perk you right back up..." He leaned down and kissed him lightly, and then rocked back on his heels. He was still perched on Fin's thighs, and as he looked down at him, he started to stroke his own cock.

Fin watched, but was briefly distracted by the sound of his phone ringing. Glancing over at his trousers, he silently debated answering before deciding against it.

Robin looked at him, eyes flicking to the phone, and then his hand slowed. “I don’t want you to be distracted,” he said. “Go ahead.”

"No, it's- It can wait," Fin assured him, returning his attention to Rob. "Sorry."

Robin didn’t push it, and met Fin’s gaze as he slowly started to stroke himself again.

The phone stopped, and Fin focused on Robin, watching him curiously. He liked seeing the way the other man pleasured himself, and took note of how he moved and what he liked.

The call was still on him mind though. Was it important? Was it work? ...Sometimes it felt like he couldn't get a moment away from work.

Robin continued stroking himself this time as he observed, “Your mind is wandering.”

"I'm here, I'm with you," Fin assured him, resting his hands on Robin's thighs. "It's just hard to switch off. Hard to completely unplug."

“I’m not scolding you,” Robin promised. “Just want to make sure I’m keeping you engaged...”

"I am," the fae promised, letting his magic dance a little over the puck's skin. It was like feathers at first, then tiny little sparks of electricity.

"Mmmm," Robin murmured, closing his eyes for a moment, not quite registering yet what that subtle feeling was.

It was so lazy and laid back, and Fin smiled as he let his magic dance over Robin's chest before moving lower.

Robin was still stroking himself, and as he continued to feel that spark of electricity he opened his eyes and looked at Fin. "Are you doing that?" he asked, voice calm, a little lazy, full of pleasure.

Fin hummed a little and nodded, focusing on moving his magic a little lower, inch by inch, until it coiled lightly around Robin's cock. He'd never done this before, usually just letting it wander as it pleased, but tonight he focused a little, and though the sensation was light and unsure, it was very much there.

"Oh, you are full of surprises," Robin murmured, and then let out a quiet, contented sigh. "I didn't even know sex magic was on the table."

"Don't get too excited," Fin murmured. "I'm still an amateur."

"I think it's a little too late for me to not get excited," Robin teased, and continued to watch Fin as he stroked his cock, fully hard again.

Fin's magic grew stronger, just subtly, and he smiled as he stretched out lazily.

"Fair enough."

"Mmm you've been practicing though, haven't you," Robin purred. He wet his lips. He liked being watched.

"I'm practicing now," Fin teased, smiling and wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue.

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