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Fin settled in to the part like it was a proper roll, even pausing to change his hair part and pull his locks up into a bun.
"You wanted to see me?" He asked, stepping inside.
"You wanted to see me?" He asked, stepping inside.
Robin folded his hands on the desk. "Have a seat, Mr. Finlay," he said. "I've had some time to consider your request. But after reviewing your performance records I don't really think a promotion is in the cards."
"You must have me confused with someone else, my performance reviews are all excellent," Fin replied settling into his seat and crossing his legs. He looked proud, cocky even, and he brushed away some non-existent lint from his sleeve before speaking again.
"Well, unless Richard wrote it. That jealous fucker hates me."
"And why does he hate you?" asked Robin evenly. "What did you do to Richard?"
"I excelled where he failed," Fin shrugged, pausing to push his sleeves up.
"Oh, and I fucked his wife at the office holiday party."
"You fucked his wife," Robin repeated.
He looked thoughtful. "I suppose that explains it. Though honestly, I always thought you were gay."
He looked thoughtful. "I suppose that explains it. Though honestly, I always thought you were gay."
"Hoped," Fin corrected, thoroughly enjoying playing the part of the merciless prick. "You hoped I was gay. I imagine you cooked up some delightful fantasy before you called me in today even. A pathetic little pipe dream. ...I'll make you an offer though, boss. You give me that promotion, which is rightfully mine anyway, and I'll let you suck my cock."
Robin was actually kind of impressed by how good of an actor Fin was.
He looked at Fin for a moment. "Or I could fire you for such an inappropriate suggestion. You clearly don't think you need this job."
He looked at Fin for a moment. "Or I could fire you for such an inappropriate suggestion. You clearly don't think you need this job."
"Go on Then, fire me," Fin said, smirking and leaning back in his seat. "I'll have a new job before you even decide where you're ordering your lunch from.
"No you won't," Robin said coolly. "Not after I contact everyone in our business in this city and tell them that you were fired for sexual harassment."
He stood up, circling around the desk so that he was looking down at Fin. "You think you're hot shit. I can respect that. But I still have your balls in a vice."
He stood up, circling around the desk so that he was looking down at Fin. "You think you're hot shit. I can respect that. But I still have your balls in a vice."
Fin's smile faded, and he folded his arms over his chest.
"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.
"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.
Robin smiled at him. This was clearly a battle between two people who wanted to be in control, though he had the inherent advantage.
"Not so sure of yourself now, hmm?" Robin said. "What you want is interesting. You do think you're straight, I imagine, but you were really hoping I'd take you up on your offer. Am I right?"
"Not so sure of yourself now, hmm?" Robin said. "What you want is interesting. You do think you're straight, I imagine, but you were really hoping I'd take you up on your offer. Am I right?"
Fin snorted, looking away. "Please, if I wanted my dick sucked I wouldn't have to come to you. People line up for a little attention from me," he replied, growing cocky again.
"Male and female," he added, returning his attention to Robin.
"Male and female," he added, returning his attention to Robin.
"Is that what happened with Richard's wife?" Robin asked. "She just couldn't resist you?"
Fin didn't reply, he only smirked and shrugged one shoulder.
"Well clearly you thought I would be the same," Robin said, looking amused. "So hungry for Finlay Flynn's magical cock that I'll give him whatever he wants."
"And you're not?" Fin asked, uncrossing his legs and resting his hands on his knees as he let his thighs spread just a little. His trousers were just tight enough that you could see the outline of his cock, and he held Robin's gaze as he spoke.
"I think you're famished."
"I think you're famished."
Robin's gaze dropped briefly, then back to Fin's face.
"Seems to me like you're the eager one."
"Seems to me like you're the eager one."
Fin chuckled, then shook his head. "Still haven't told me what it is you want. Sorry, was I supposed to come in here and beg for the promotion? Was I supposed to get on my knees and plead? Is that what you like, boss?" he asked, gracefully getting to his feet and standing right in Robin's personal space.
"I don't beg," he said, resting his hands on Robin's shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I just get what I want, when I want it."
"I don't beg," he said, resting his hands on Robin's shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I just get what I want, when I want it."
Robin found himself thinking fondly of when he'd role-played with the other Fin, and how he'd unexpectedly turned the tables on him, becoming dominant in a situation that would have more intuitively gone the other way. Perhaps, he thought, the step removed from Fin's real self when he was playing encouraged that. Well, Robin was happy enough to go wherever Fin took him.
Robin didn't try to hide a genuine shudder of desire, nor the fact that he was getting an erection. "I thought - that what you wanted was a promotion."
Robin didn't try to hide a genuine shudder of desire, nor the fact that he was getting an erection. "I thought - that what you wanted was a promotion."
"And I intend to get it," Fin assured him, pushing Robin back against the desk. "By the time I leave this room, you'll be offering me your own damn office," he grinned, licking one long line up the other man's neck.
"Go on," he whispered. "Say no. Tell me to get out. I'll do it. I'll walk right out that door if you like."
"Go on," he whispered. "Say no. Tell me to get out. I'll do it. I'll walk right out that door if you like."
Robin was a decent actor, too. Not that he had to pretend when it came to desire. But under normal circumstances his pride could outweigh his desire.
"I don't want you to go," Robin said, his voice a bit choked. "But that doesn't mean you're getting a promotion."
"I don't want you to go," Robin said, his voice a bit choked. "But that doesn't mean you're getting a promotion."
"Oh, but I am," Fin purred, starting to unbutton Rob's shirt. "You know I am, I know I am, but we can play this game if you really want to. I don't mind. ...That's why people like me, you know. I'm so... Accommodating. A real people pleaser," he added, roughly tugging the shirt down off Robin's shoulders, exposing the other man's chest.
"I'm married," Robin said, though made no move to stop him.
After all, married Robin must find Fin even more irresistible.
After all, married Robin must find Fin even more irresistible.
"Oh? And you're such a good husband, I'm sure," he grinned, ridding Robin of his shirt completely now. "Always home for dinner, never forgetting an anniversary... Such a good boy."
His fingers moved to his trousers now, effortlessly popping them open and slipping his hand beneath the elastic of the other man's pants as he took Rob's cock in hand and began to stroke.
"Oh, and certainly not a disappointment in the bedroom I see."
His fingers moved to his trousers now, effortlessly popping them open and slipping his hand beneath the elastic of the other man's pants as he took Rob's cock in hand and began to stroke.
"Oh, and certainly not a disappointment in the bedroom I see."
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