Page 38 of Something Unforgettable

Finn jolted as sensation shot through him, then moaned when Xavier’s fingers disappeared. His cock was already hard and straining again, somehow. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

“I—I want that. Please, Xavi?” he begged.

“Not yet,” Xavier said as he gripped Finn’s hips and readjusted him with ease. Finn’s head wasn’t getting clear again anytime soon. “First, I want you to touch me.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek, but did as Xavier wanted, sliding one finger along his jaw, then down his throat.

“That’s it, little one. Touch Daddy anywhere you want. Get used to what it feels like. Don’t be shy.”

If Xavi kept calling himself Daddy, Finn was going to lose every remaining bit of his resolve and just beg Xavier to make him come again. This was already so much, and he was so worked up from only a few words. How was he going to hold it together when Xavi did what he said he was going to? He flattened his hand against Xavier’s pec, then leaned down to kiss the other, just because.

Xavier hummed and palmed the back of his head, so Finn did it again. Xavier tasted good. Smelled good. Finn would probably roll around in his scent if that wasn’t super weird. Instead he rubbed his lips back and forth as he trailed them down.

When he’d explored as much as he could without moving, Xavier rolled them again, settling Finn on his back with his head propped on the pillows. Xavi was straddling him now, and his hard cock was close enough to touch.

So Finn did.

He wrapped his fingers around it, glancing up at Xavier at the same time to make sure this was okay. From his dark eyes and the expression on his face, it was more than okay. Finn’s fingers didn’t even close all the way around.

Xavier’s skin was hot and dry and his cock didn’t feel that different from Finn’s—other than bigger, of course. He gave a careful stroke, just to feel it flex against his palm.

Xavier’s low groan made Finn go warm with success. Then his eyes widened as a glistening bead of precum appeared at the tip. He vividly remembered Xavier tasting him before and licked his lips, wondering if he was brave enough to do the same.

“You want a taste, sweet boy?” Xavier—the mind reader—asked, his voice rough.

Finn nodded and poked his tongue out.

“Good boy,” Xavier purred, then shifted forward and touched the wet tip of his cock to Finn’s tongue.

The flavor was salty and a little bitter, Finn decided. He kind of liked it. Mostly though, he liked that it was Xavi’s flavor. And he liked that he was the one who caused it.

Xavier shifted back and his lips crashed down on Finn’s, kissing him within an inch of his life as Finn clung back. Then Xavi abandoned his mouth and kissed his way down Finn’s neck, pausing to lick the hollow of his throat before continuing on. His hands were everywhere, petting and stroking. When Finn reached to do the same, Xavier caught his wrists and pressed them gently to the mattress at his sides, careful with the casted arm.

“My turn,” Xavi said as he closed his lips over Finn’s nipple, sucking hard and then scraping it gently with his teeth. The contrast sent a bolt of pleasure right through him and had his hips arching, searching for friction. He collapsed back to the bed when Xavi let go, then cried out when he did the same on the other side. Back and forth he went until they were peaked and throbbing. Then he moved on, his mouth exploring every inch of Finn’s skin—just like he said—but frustratingly ignoring his cock.

Finn nearly sobbed when Xavi kissed all the way down to one ankle, then held it hostage as he kissed up the other leg. When he reached the top, Finn realized both legs were over Xavi’s shoulders and Xavi was spreading them wide. Before his could process the new position, Xavi’s teeth and stubbly beard scraped along the sensitive bottom of his left ass cheek. Finn gasped and would have squirmed if there had been anywhere to go, but Xavi had him pinned. He did the same to the right cheek like he had every other part of Finn’s body.

Finn tensed when Xavi’s thumbs spread him open, then whimpered at the cold air touched his hole, followed by Xavi’s warm breath.

“Oh god,” he managed to get out just before Xavier’s hot, wet tongue flicked over the furled skin.

He cut his cry off by slapping his hand over his mouth. He was lucky he’d remembered which hand to use with the way his brain was short-circuiting. Otherwise he would have punched himself in the face with the cast and ended up back in the hospital. Xavi must have realized the same thing because he caught the casted hand and gripped his fingers, keeping them pressed against the bed as he licked again.

This time, Finn moaned, loudly. He didn’t even care anymore. He wanted more.

He got it. Xavi worked him over until Finn didn’t know up from down and could only gasp and rock against Xavi’s face. Then, just as he thought he couldn’t take any more, Xavi stopped.

“No,” Finn gasped. “No, don’t stop. Please, Daddy.”

Xavier cursed, and then he was pressing Finn down into the sheets again as he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and thrust into the space he’d created, dragging his length against Finn’s over-sensitized skin. Finn’s eyes rolled back and he clung to Xavi’s shoulders, sensation jolting thorough him.

“Daddy,” he begged as pleasure started to overwhelm him.

“Daddy’s got you, baby boy.”

That was enough. Finn tumbled over the edge, pleasure overloading his senses as he came in endless waves.

Thathadbeenfuckingamazing, Xavier thought with smug satisfaction. Finn had been so out of it after his second orgasm that Xavier had been able to clean him up, get him under the covers, and climb in next to him, all while Finn watched with a dazed, content look on his face. As soon as Xavier had lain down, Finn had crawled into his arms and passed out.

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