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goodfellow) wrote2021-04-20 05:25 pm
Fawn
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Robin's lips quirked a little at the way that Fawn nearly growled at him. It was weirdly adorable.
"I've decided," he said, "that I do want you to touch me."
Robin's lips quirked a little at the way that Fawn nearly growled at him. It was weirdly adorable.
"I've decided," he said, "that I do want you to touch me."

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He suddenly remembered something John had said in a text: don't kiss him on the mouth. Robin had found it kind of odd, wondered if it was just a 'keep your hands off him kind of thing' but he decided to not initiate a kiss anyway. Just in case.
Instead, he continued to pet Fawn's hair, tangling his fingers in it.
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Fawn nuzzled at his shoulder, all sweetness now as he moved a little lower.
Nymphs were sexual beings, their scent, their blood- It was laced with magic that made people want. Fawn was cautious to keep that magic locked away tight, but in bed he let it be just a little free... Especially as he took the other man between his lips.
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His hands wandered, from his balls to his thighs, even up to his chest. Soft, playfully erotic touches.
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Yes, he wanted to taste.
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Fawn drank him down, swallowing every drop and licking him clean.
Sitting up, the fae looked pleased with itself.
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"Everything you hoped?" he purred.
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"Yes," the fae grinned, flopping back down onto the pillow and purring happily to himself.
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"There are better ways to find out than asking," Fawn said, a playful smile on his lips.
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"Yes, I like the attention. It's good. Your lips are perfect," he murmured.
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The fae moaned, lifting his hips to meet him.
"Yes," he gasped, fingers gently sliding into the other man's hair.
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Fawn liked pleasure, craved it sometimes, and he lit up beneath the puck's attention as he purred excitedly and thrust up into Robin's mouth with a little groan.
"Your lips drink like a flower in the desert waiting for a storm..."
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"I am close already," the fae gasped, his grip on Robin's hair tightening slightly.
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Fawn bucked a few more times, then came with a sharp gasp.
"Bliss," he panted.
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Fawn purred and nodded, stretching out beneath the other man with a happy moan.
"Yes," he agreed.
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"Yes. This bed is warm and nice, I would like to rest now," Fawn nodded, settling closer when Robin put an arm around him.
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