GP: Saturnalia Grand Opening

[goodfellow]

It had taken considerably longer than Robin anticipated, thanks to some building code issues that had pushed back his renovations by months, but following the thrown together "preview" on New Year's Eve (that had gone very well if he did say so himself), Saturnalia was finally officially open for business.

The inside of the club looked somewhat different than it had in January: more polished now, better decorations, furniture, lighting. There was still Greek inspiration, particularly in the murals on the walls - modern, graffiti-inspired versions of Greek art and myths, bright colors splashed amidst chrome industrial decor. Most of the employees (bartenders, dancers) were wearing togas.

The grand opening was a hot ticket, but Robin had sent out invitations generously, and instructed the bouncers at the door to let in the beautiful people as usual, yes, but to be rather random about it as well. After all, what was the fun in only the rich and beautiful?

Alcohol was free flowing, and the music was hot, spun by a DJ on a stage who seemed to have the perfect sense of the crowd. He may have even had a little help by magic. Because why leave these things to chance?

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[prince_of_nymphs]

Robin was right, this wasn't about him, and Fin glanced away.

"I'm sorry," he said finally. "It's not been a good night, that's all. I didn't mean to take it out on you, Rob."

[goodfellow]

Robin was still bristled a little even after the apology, though after a moment he asked, "Did someone hurt you tonight?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No," Fin replied, shaking his head. "It's just a delightful mix of rejection and Felix Harrowgate's charming personality painting my mood this evening."

He frowned, briefly, then forced himself to relax his features before offering a small and apologetic smile.

"Let me make it up to you," he offered, toying with the hem of Rob's shirt, then using it to tug him a little closer. "I promise to be very good," he added, his voice softer now, sweeter, and laced with a bit of that fae magic that was still growing and buzzing around inside of him.

[goodfellow]

Interesting that apparently he didn't get along with Felix. A little more evil part of Robin imagined how entertaining it might be to pit them against each other. Or, even more fun, a hate sex threesome.

Robin relaxed a little, and hummed as if considering. "Well, apparently you don't want to be fucked over my new very expensive mahogany desk. Is there something else I can offer you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was silent for a moment, considering what might make the night better. What might improve his mood.

"Take me somewhere in the club you haven't taken anyone. That you don't intend to take anyone," Fin requested, feeling a bit selfish as he caught Rob's hand and guided it to the heavy steel and silver necklace- A quiet offering of submission.

"A place as grand as yours, surely there's some private room or nook only you know of."

[goodfellow]

Somewhere he didn't intend to take anyone. Well that was quite an ask. And Robin arched an eyebrow, his expression making that opinion clear.

"No promises," he said, "but let's see what I can come up with." He tugged the hook a little, and with his other hand took Fin's hand and laced his fingers through Fin's. "Come with me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin held Rob's hand tightly, keeping close as they walked. Apart they were the sort to turn heads- Robin, no doubt because he was so pretty and such a large personality, Fin, mostly because of his fame. So together they drew more than their fair share of attention, and Fin, feeling a bit wicked, indulged in it more than usual, freeing his hand from Rob's grip to slip an arm around him instead, nuzzling at his neck as they walked.

He'd calmed a bit, and where he'd been looking to pick a fight before, he was all sweetness and desire now.

[goodfellow]

Robin wondered if maybe he ought to not be rewarding Fin for being such a dick earlier, but on the other hand, he wasn't one to let a momentary annoyance get in the way of a larger amount of pleasure.

He also didn't mind the stairs, and at some point he put a hand the small of Fin's wait, a possessive, dominant gesture. He wanted everyone to know exactly what was about to happen. Well, maybe not exactly. But he didn't mind leaving them with an approximation.

He took them through a set of dark wooden doors and then down a hallway. There was clearly longer to go, but Robin paused, so that he could shove Fin against a wall and kiss him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was pliant at first, all sweetness as his lips parted and he savoured the taste of Rob's tongue- Though he had a defiant streak that he couldn't keep in check, and he nipped roughly at Rob's bottom lip. Catching it between his teeth, he tugged gently before letting go.

Again, Fin had always been quite sexually driven. ...Well, alright, had been since he'd stopped repressing his desires at least. However, it was much more noticeable now. From his bedroom eyes to the way he licked the taste of Rob's kiss from his lips with a swipe of his tongue, that nymph-like charm was hard to miss.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back, with interest... and in reaction to the tug of his bottom lip, he pushed his knee between Fin's legs and kissed him harder. He liked this little playful, slutty attitude in Fin. It suited him. And it was sexy.

He was still trying to think of where they should go. One of the bathrooms back here? The basement? The garage? One of the offices, which one... ah.

"You better hope I never get a hot accountant," Robin said, finally breaking the kiss and pulling Fin into one of the offices. It had a study wooded desk, some bookshelves, a couch, and a huge window.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Continued here...