Fawn

[goodfellow]

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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."

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[goodfellow]

"You find the taste of a puck divine, do you?" Robin murmured. "You're so close to tasting it, lovely..."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn purred, opening his eyes and watching Robin's face as he bobbed faster and faster.

Yes, he wanted to taste.

[goodfellow]

Oh, the way Fawn looked at him while he sucked him off, oh that was nice... very, very nice. "Oh, yes..." he moaned, and came down the nymph's throat as pleasure sparked> over him like fire.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn drank him down, swallowing every drop and licking him clean.

Sitting up, the fae looked pleased with itself.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled slowly, looking pleased as well as he watched them.

"Everything you hoped?" he purred.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes," the fae grinned, flopping back down onto the pillow and purring happily to himself.

[goodfellow]

Robin turned on to his side and smiled at Fawn. "Are you tasty too, my lovely little nymph?"

[fawnthefae]

"There are better ways to find out than asking," Fawn said, a playful smile on his lips.

[goodfellow]

Robin swung a leg over to climb on top of him, and then leaned over him and licked his neck.

[fawnthefae]

The fae let out a pleased sound, stretching out beneath the puck and enjoying every last drop of attention.

[goodfellow]

Robin could tell how he enjoyed that and it made him smile. "Like having my full attention, do you?" he purred, and flicked his tongue over one of his nipples. He wondered if this was something Fin and Fawn had in common.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, I like the attention. It's good. Your lips are perfect," he murmured.

[goodfellow]

"Good," said Robin. "Very good." He moved his lips farther down Fawn's body. And then finally, wrapped his lips around his cock.

[fawnthefae]

The fae moaned, lifting his hips to meet him.

"Yes," he gasped, fingers gently sliding into the other man's hair.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned in approval, swallowing him deeper.

[fawnthefae]

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..."

[goodfellow]

How poetic, thought Robin, but he certainly didn't stop to say so. He kept sucking, moving with the way Fawn thrust his hips.

[fawnthefae]

"I am close already," the fae gasped, his grip on Robin's hair tightening slightly.

[goodfellow]

Oh course you are, thought Robin, and opened his throat as he reached out and dug his fingers into Fawn's hip.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn bucked a few more times, then came with a sharp gasp.

"Bliss," he panted.

[goodfellow]

Robin drank him down and then lifted his head and smiled. "Isn't it?" he purred.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn purred and nodded, stretching out beneath the other man with a happy moan.

"Yes," he agreed.

[goodfellow]

Robin settled on the bed with an arm around him. "Wonderful," he said. "Do you want to sleep?"

[fawnthefae]

"Yes. This bed is warm and nice, I would like to rest now," Fawn nodded, settling closer when Robin put an arm around him.

[goodfellow]

"Very good," said Robin, stroking his hair. "Sleep well."