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Fin

Robin did not leave New York with any particular drama. In fact, he got the impression that the entire time Prometheus was just waiting for him to decide to leave. It was fun, nostalgic even, but in the end Prometheus was right... he got restless. He got bored. And he missed London. So he left.

He returned to the club triumphantly, and immediately began making plans to throw a huge party to celebrate his return. But first he decided to make some reconnections.

Which was how after he randomly saw a tweet about "omg is that finlay flynn right there in my starbucks" he swung by.

It was indeed Finlay Flynn right there in a Starbucks. Robin sauntered behind him with his hands in his pockets and leaned towards his ear. "Boo."

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"No, not yet," Fin admitted. Though tonight I think I'm in the mood for quality over quantity," he teased playfully.

Robin chuckled. "Me too. Do you have anything in particular in mind? I'll allow myself to imagine that I have been a subject of your fantasies."

"I just want to have a bit of fun, I think," Fin replied. "Maybe something new. ...I imagine there's something you can think of that's never yet crossed my mind."

Robin chuckled again, and slid an arm around Fin's waist, hand briefly patting his ass. "Such pressure you put on me, pet."

"I think you can take it," Fin purred, leaning into Robin again as they neared his building.

Robin wasn't feeling terribly patient at the moment, so just as they reached the front doors and the doorman began to open them for them, he grabbed Fin by the collar and hauled him in for a kiss right there on the sidewalk.

There was very little in the world that Fin enjoyed more than feeling desired, and h melted into the kiss. A happy little moan was lost against Rob's lips, and he slipped an arm around the puck as he pressed himself tight against the other man.

The kiss was heated, bordering on inappropriate for public. Eventually, Robin heard the doorman clearing his throat, and when he finally pulled away he saw that someone had been filming with their camera phone. He flashed a bright smile at them before pulling Fin into the building.

Fin was pleased enough that he didn't even care he was being filmed. He just ignored it and followed Rob inside, headed straight for the lift.

Robin followed Fin into the lift, and then shoved him against the wall and kissed him again, as soon as the doors closed.

Fin grinned into the kiss, nipping at Robin's bottom lip as an arm slipped around him and his body arched closer.

"Mmm, I missed you," he purred.

"Did you?" Robin murmured, sliding his fingers into Fin's hair and tugging just a little. "Maybe you should ask that bloke out there with a camera to give you a copy, something to remember me."

"Why? Planning to abandon me again?" Fin asked, pretending to pout as he leaned into the pull on his hair.

"Maybe you should just come with, next time I get restless," Robin said, and loosened his grip just as the elevator doors dinged open. He took Fin's hand and pulled him across the hall into his flat.

"If only I could," Fin laughed, letting Rob pull him along. "We both know I can't be apart from Will that long though, and my sister would have a fit."

Robin decided best not to comment on that, or at least not the part about Will. He pulled away from Fin once they were inside so that he could walk over to the bar and get a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

"You want?" he asked, holding out a glass, and then smirked. "I also have some ecstasy and some decent pot."

"I'm... Actually trying to be a bit more 'present' at the moment. ...Maybe just one drink though?" he said, clearly eager to have all of the above, but holding himself back a bit.

"Just one," Robin said, and poured both. He handed one to Fin.

Then he took a sip of his own. "Why don't I suck you off while you drink it?"

"You're eager, more so than usual even," Fin replied, not scolding or judging, only curious. "There's no rush though, I'm not leaving, I promise. You know I like the chat nearly as much as I enjoy the flesh. ...Indulge me? I am royalty now after all," he added with a teasing little grin.

Robin arched an eyebrow, and took another drink.

"What do you want to chat about?" he asked after a beat.

"You," Fin replied, as though that were obvious. "How you've been, why you're back... Anything," he added, sipping his drink and moving closer.

His fingers gently roamed over Robin's arm, dancing playfully over skin. "Is it so odd that I enjoy talking to you? Or listening to you?"

"Well," said Robin, "I am fascinating. Obviously. But typically that waits for pillow talk."

Fin pouted, then sighed. "Fine, I suppose we can indulge in a more traditional sort of foreplay if that's what you'd rather."

Robin chuckled. "I'm not in a hurry, pet." He reached up and trailed a finger down Fin's face. "We can talk all you like."

Fin perked up a bit at that, leaning into the touch.

"Did you bring me back a souvenir?" he teased with a smile.

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