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]

"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."