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The intensity of Zanik’s response set something inside Finn on fire. All that? For him? He wanted more —neededmore.

Finn ground against Zanik, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate. Each movement, each touch, fueled the fire inside him. He felt alive in a way he hadn’t in a long time, maybe ever.

The past, the pain, the fear — it all faded into the background, leaving only the present, only this moment.

Finn’s mind raced, but his body knew what it wanted. He kissed Zanik with a fierce hunger, pouring all his pent-up emotions into the connection. Zanik’s hands gripped his hips, guiding their movements, encouraging him. The sensation ofZanik’s hardnesses pressing against him, the way their bodies fit together, was intoxicating.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Finn allowed himself to want.

He rocked his hips, grinding against Zanik, his breaths coming out in short, heated bursts. Zanik’s eyes shut tight, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, as if he was barely holding back.

Holding back. That was more than Finn was used to. In his past, only good things were held from him: food, water, time to heal. But here, with Zanik, it meant control, consideration.

Finn’s heart ached with a confusing mix of gratitude and resentment. Why did he feel grateful for something so basic?

With a surge of determination, he slid off Zanik’s lap and dropped to his knees at the end of the pilot's seat, between Zanik’s spread thighs.

The instant his fingers reached for the waistband of Zanik’s pants, Zanik’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising gentleness. "No."

Chapter sixteen

Finn’s eyes flicked up, a mix of shame and frustration boiling inside him. “I’m good at this,” he insisted, voice tinged with desperation. “I can—”

“I don’t want anything that Urlek made you do,” Zanik cut him off, his voice steady and firm.

Finn’s heart sank. "You don't want me at all, then, because that's all I have." The skills Urlek had beaten into him, the ways he had been forced to please others. What else did he have to offer?

But Zanik’s hands didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled Finn back into his lap, Finn's back to Zanik's chest, his touch unexpectedly tender. Finn’s breath hitched as Zanik’s fingers trailed over his skin, tracing patterns that sent shivers through him.

Finn’s mind raced, a jumble of emotions. He didn’t know what to think, how to feel. Zanik’s touch was careful, exploring, almost reverent. It was so different from what he was used to, so foreign, that it left him feeling raw and exposed.

Zanik’s fingers found the hem of Finn’s shirt, slipping beneath it to brush against his bare skin. Finn gasped, his body arching into the touch. The sensation was electric, a stark contrast to the rough handling he had grown accustomed to. He couldn’t help the small, involuntary inhale that escaped his lips.

Finn’s eyes fluttered shut, losing himself in the moment, in the way Zanik’s hands moved over his body. He felt a strange, deep-seated warmth spreading through him, a mix of pleasure and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name. It scared him, this unfamiliar feeling, but it also drew him in, making him want more.

Finn’s breath hitched as Zanik’s fingers explored the bare skin under his shirt, tracing light, teasing patterns that sent shivers down his spine. He felt Zanik’s hands, calloused and strong, moving with a reverence that was both bewildering and intoxicating. This wasn’t the rough, demanding touch he was used to; it was careful, deliberate, almost worshipful. It made his heart race in a way that was entirely new.

Zanik’s hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Finn’s pants. Finn’s pulse quickened, a mixture of fear and anticipation knotting in his stomach. He tried to steady his breathing, forcing himself to stay present, to focus on the sensation of Zanik’s touch.

When Zanik’s hand wrapped around his cock, Finn gasped, his body arching involuntarily into the touch. The contrast of the Borraq’s rough palm against his sensitive skin sent a shock of pleasure through him. Finn’s mind reeled, a thousand thoughts and emotions crashing into each other.

Zanik’s movements were slow and measured, his grip firm but careful. Each stroke was deliberate, almost reverent, as if Zanik was committing every inch of Finn to memory.

Finn’s breaths came in short, heated bursts, his body responding with a desperation that surprised him. It was overwhelming.

His eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against Zanik’s shoulder. He let out a low, needy moan, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. Zanik’s other hand roamed over his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples, adding to the sensory overload. Finn’s body trembled, his mind a haze of desire and disbelief. How was it possible to feel this good?

“Just let go,” Zanik’s voice was a low rumble in his ear, sending another shiver down Finn’s spine. “You deserve this.”

Finn’s heart clenched at the words. Deserve? He had never thought of himself as deserving anything but survival. But here, in Zanik’s arms, with the Borraq’s hands worshiping his body, he allowed himself to believe it, just for a moment. He allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure, to let go of the fear and the shame, to be in the moment.

The pleasure built rapidly, each stroke of Zanik’s hand bringing him closer to the edge. Finn’s breaths turned into ragged pants, his body tensing with the impending climax. When he finally came, it was with a shuddering gasp, his release spilling over his stomach — and spilling down over Zanik’s black leather armor. The sight of that was surreal.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Finn slumped against Zanik, his body spent but his mind buzzing with the aftershocks of what had just happened.Two could play at this game,he decided. He was going to—

Before Finn could do anything, Zanik leaned forward and wrapped Finn's leash around the frame of the console in front of them, looping it in a quick knot. The tie pulled Finn forward, forcing a space between the two of them. The cold, metallic sound of the chain locking into place echoed through the shuttle.

“Hey!” Finn protested, a mix of annoyance and confusion coloring his voice. He tugged at the leash, but it held as firm as a Borraq knot could, keeping him in place. His eyes flashed with indignation as he turned to face Zanik, now tethered just outside of touching distance.

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