Page 26 of Something Unforgettable

His reply was instantaneous. “No. No, stay. I want you to stay,” he rushed out.

Xavier hummed, pleased. “Of course.” His free hand stroked down Finn’s arm while the other kept their foreheads pressed together. “Do you want to touch yourself for me?”

Xavier’s eyes were closed while he said it, which might have been the only reason Finn managed to answer through the sudden rushing in his ears. “Yes.” His voice trembled, but he was pretty sure it was from eagerness instead of nerves.

“Good boy,” Xavier murmured. “Then why don’t you take the towel away and wrap your fingers around that pretty cock?”

Finn had never moved so fast in his life. He didn’t give himself any time to second-guess, just did as Xavier asked, and then moaned in relief at the rush of pleasure. Oh god. He was close already but he didn’t want this to end. He pumped carefully, a little bit awkward with his left hand. The water in the tub splashed and his breath sounded loud in his ears, echoing off the tile.

“Xavi,” he whimpered, then pressed his lips together, his face burning.

“No,” Xavier whispered. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

Finn gasped, moving his hand faster. Pleasure swelled in fits and starts as he tried to build a rhythm but couldn’t quite manage it. He groaned, wishing he could hide, but unable with Xavier’s hold on his neck.

“I—I need—” he started, then stalled out. “I can’t.” Tears pricked the backs of his eyes as his brain started to rebel, his focus splintering. God, this was embarrassing.

“Do you want me to help you, little one?” Xavier asked, his voice a deep rumble that made Finn start to pant.

“Yes. Yes, please. I need you.”

Xavier made a sound almost like a snarl and his hand curled around Finn’s, squeezing firmly and helping him establish a rhythm. He wasn’t even touching Finn’s cock, but it still sent his senses haywire. He cried out, heels slipping on the bottom of the tub as he tried to thrust into Xavier’s hold. Water sloshed. Their harsh breathing and Finn’s gasps and moans echoed around the small bathroom.

“That’s it, come for me, sweet boy.”

Finn’s vision whited out as everything rushed south, his body shaking as waves of pleasure rolled over him in the most intense orgasm of his life. His cock twitched and throbbed in the tight tunnel their hands had created as Finn’s release spilled over their knuckles.

Holy fuck. That was incredible.

Xavierlookeddownatthe dazed, panting boy in his hold and cursed mentally. Goddammit. Where had all his levelheadedness gone? He’d been so sure of himself. Convinced he could sit and look his fill and not get carried away. But then Finn, his sweet boy, had asked for a kiss and it was all over from there. Xavier was helpless to resist those beautiful eyes, that trembling lower lip, and those quiet, bitten-off sounds. The only thing he couldn’t fault himself for was getting Finn’s consent. He had begged so sweetly.

No. The problem wasn’t that Finn didn’t want what they had done. It was the direction Xavier had taken it. He hadn’t even tried to hold back the Daddy in him. One little “please” from Finn, and Xavier had gone all in, taking complete control of the situation. Andfuckhad it felt good. He wasn’t even concerned about reaching his own orgasm; he’d never felt more satisfied than he did right now.

Shifting, he reached into the tub and gathered Finn into his arms, then stood, lifting him and cradling him against his chest.

Finn squeaked in surprise, then laughed, his uninjured hand clutching Xavier’s shirt. “Xavi, I’ll get you all wet.”

Hmm. He had a point. Xavier set him on his feet, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him, then swung Finn back into his arms. He glanced down and found Finn grinning, his damp head resting against Xavier’s shoulder.

“Lucky for you, clothes dry.” He set Finn down beside the bed again and took the towel, drying him off from head to toe, including ruffling his wet hair, which made him laugh again. Xavier was growing to love that sound.

He tossed the towel away then hustled Finn under the covers, pulling them up to his chin. He cupped Finn’s cheek, staring down at him.

Finn’s smile was tentative. “Is everything okay?’ He bit his lip, then his eyes went wide and horrified. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Did you—” He looked down to Xavier’s crotch. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”

He reached out, but Xavier caught his hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You did exactly what you were supposed to. This was about you, not me.” He kissed Finn’s hand again, then turned it and held the palm to his own face. “You were perfect, sweetheart.”

Finn sighed, his shoulders relaxing. “You’re sure?”

Xavier answered by cupping Finn’s cheek again. “I promise.” He slid his thumb along the curve of Finn’s cheekbone, wondering how he was going to approach this next part. It was important he explain what he had done, the type of power exchange he was into, before this went any further, because Xavier was obviously incapable of restraining himself and keeping things vanilla. He wanted to kick his own ass. It had never been a problem before. Sure, he was always a little dominant in bed, but he’d never met someone who drew out the Daddy the way Finn did, just by being himself. Xavier was utterly fucked if he explained things and Finn reacted badly. Shit. What was he even going to say? He’d never been in this situation before and it was made worse by the fact that he cared so much about this boy.

“Finn,” he began. “Do you know—”

BANGBANGBANG.

Someone pounded on the door of the room and it jolted both of them.

“Cormac Finnegan,” a man shouted. “Open this door right-the-fuck now.”

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