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.
"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.
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.
Fin only had so much control over what he was doing, still learning the ins and outs, but he did his best to make it stronger. The faint buzz became slightly more aggressive as the fae purred contently beneath the puck, watching him through half lidded eyes.
"Fuck..." Robin groaned. "Fuck, I..." And then he came, painting Fin's chest. He hadn't even realized he'd squeezed his eyes closed until he opened them again, looking down at Fin as he panted.
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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.
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"Don't get too excited," Fin murmured. "I'm still an amateur."
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"Fair enough."
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"Alright?" he asked gently.
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"Only six?" Fin asked. "Why am I so tired? I barely helped with that last one."
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Fin groaned, rolling on to his side.
"This isn't me giving up, I just need my second wind."
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