Page 37 of Brad & Finn
The left side of Brad’s mouth curved up a little higher than the right when he grinned. This was Brad’s genuine smile, not the showy quarterback smile he gave for his team and the school. That one was perfectly symmetrical, and Finn didn’t like it anywhere near as much.
“That’s okay. I’m pretty excited, too,” Brad said. “And very prepped and ready…if you are?”
Finn nodded, and they got in position with Finn lying down in the warm spot Brad had just vacated. It was a little damp after Finn’s earlier climax and Brad’s added sweat, but Finn wasn’t focused on that. He was too busy watching the way Brad’s muscles flexed under his skin as he climbed on top of Finn.
There was still so much of him Finn wanted to explore. But that could wait. “Do you need more lube?” Finn asked.
Brad reached for the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. He stroked the dildo, and Finn whimpered as it shifted and pressed inside him.
Brad’s hand stilled, and he tilted his head so he could squint down at the base. “You said it’s adjustable? Can I do that while it’s inside you?”
“Hm, probably should have done it before you got it all slippery, but yeah, let me?—”
Finn reached between his legs to grab the base and the shaft, pushing it away from his body as he held the base in place. This worked, somewhat, but ended up grinding the bulbous head into his prostate several times before he was able to click the shaft into an upright position.
“F-fuck,” he breathed as he collapsed backwards onto the pillow.
Brad smirked down at him as he got into position. “Having fun, sweetheart?”
God, Finn never wanted Brad to stop calling him that. It slithered around his insides, sometimes brushing against his heart and sometimes going straight down to his dick.
“Yeah,” Finn said.
He hadn’t meant it to come out in a shaking breath, but it had, and the earnestness settled heavy between them.
Brad leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Finn’s head so he could bend down and catch Finn’s mouth in a kiss. Finn cupped his jaw, stroking the fuzzy strands of his beard as he tried to memorize the way their lips rubbed and caressed. He wanted to remember this night for the rest of his life; that way, if he never got to do this again, at least he’d have this memory.
With a grin, Brad said, “I’m having fun, too. I don’t think I can remember the last time I had this much fun.”
He tried to sit back up, but Finn grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for another kiss. He loved Brad’s substantial weight on his hips and the juxtaposition betweenhow large his hands were and yet how gentle they were in Finn’s hair.
Finn shifted his hips, angling up until he was able to rub the head of the dildo between Brad’s slick cheeks.
“Finn…please…I need you.”
Finn dropped his hands to Brad’s hips, guiding him to tilt his ass up and shift down towards Finn’s feet. It wasn’t a particularly graceful process, but once they got the dildo in place, Brad sank onto it, grunting and moaning as it slowly breached his entrance.
“If I’d known…we were going to be in this position…I would have kept it tilted at an angle,” Finn grunted.
A pathetic whimper escaped as Brad pressed his hips farther down, shoving the base against Finn’s dick.
“Yeah, guess I should have–ahhhh—guessed that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
Brad straightened his back, lining up with the sharper angle, and the length slowly slid all the way in. When he finally bottomed out, he bent forward, bracing his hands on Finn’s shoulders. “This what you wanted, sweetheart? Me, bouncing on your big, pretty dick?”
Finn was never all that partial to calling his packer or dildo his dick. He’d joked about it falling out of his pants earlier, but for the most part, he was happy with his T-dick. The way that word sounded in Brad’s deep voice, though, had Finn moaning a breathy, “fuck yes.”
“Yeah?” Brad asked, laughter and joy practically dripping from his voice. “You like the sound of that?”
Brad started cautiously moving up and down, and Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he lost the ability to make any noise at all.
“How does it look?” Brad asked, his voice a little strained as he slowly began bouncing up and down.
Finn pried his eyes open and gazed down the length of his chest to where the purple shaft was disappearing over and over inside Brad’s impressive body. His dick was hard and leaking, a drizzle of precum falling onto Finn’s belly each time Brad moved up and down.
“Oh god, babe…it’s so good…looks so good…feels so good,” Finn babbled as his head fell back against the pillow.
He’d never used that endearment before, but Brad really was an absolute babe. His muscled legs strained to set the pace as sweat glistened across his pecs, collected in the hollow of his throat, and slowly dripped down his soft, hairy belly.
