Page 39 of Brad & Finn
“Hi, sweetheart,” Brad said, smoothly moving his fingers from himself to Finn’s hole.
“I have permanent birth control. So, it’s up to you if you want to use protection,” Finn volunteered, kicking himself for once again not having any of these conversations in the correct order.
Brad slid his fingers inside Finn and scissored, making him grunt and wrap his arms around Brad’s neck.
“I would love to fuck you bare—if you’re sure.”
“Yes, please,” Finn gasped.
Brad got him into position, pressing on his hips as he slowly slid into him. He made it a few inches in before burning pain shot through Finn.
Damn, he’d forgotten the other reason he didn’t usually fuck with the strapless strap. His walls had thinned from T, and he wasn’t used to doing this much work. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, though, so he stilled Brad with a hand on his chest.
“I’d really love it if you bent me over the bed.”
Brad’s eyes grew wide as saucers, but he quickly agreed, and soon Finn was bent in half, his arms resting across the top of the old bed frame. Brad slowly pressed into him, and it hurt for the first few inches and then slowly settled into an ache as Brad bottomed out.
“Might need it a little slower this time, babe,” Finn panted, gritting his teeth as Brad pulled out and shallowly thrust back in.
“Whatever you need,” Brad said, his voice tight as he pushed Finn’s hips forward on his backstroke and pulled him back on his thrust.
Finn rode the slow waves of pleasure, his body beginning to ache in other places, like his hips and back. It felt good, though, so good that he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to stay here, filled to the brim by Brad, his sweat dripping on Finn’s back as he learned all the beautiful sounds this big, strong man could make.
No more than a minute later, though, Brad pulled him up and back against his chest. “Mind if we try missionary?”
Finn agreed, wondering if it was for his or Brad’s benefit.
Unfortunately, he didn’t account for the fact that this time, when Brad pressed inside, he had a front row seat to theexpression on Finn’s face—brow scrunched and mouth screwed into a frown as a much sharper pain shot through him.
“Finn!” Brad exclaimed, immediately pulling out.
“Sorry, I…I…”
“You’re sore? So I should stop stabbing you with my dick?” Brad said, using his no-nonsense voice, the one Finn had only heard a couple of times.
Finn’s cheeks colored, and he sat up, immediately becoming distracted by a bead of sweat rolling down Brad’s chest. He followed it with his fingertip, loving the way Brad’s muscles jumped at the soft contact.
“You weren’t stabbing,” Finn said absently. “You were stroking and rubbing and…”
“Making love? To my lover?”
Brad caught Finn’s hand and brought it up to his mouth so he could kiss each of his fingertips.
Finn’s blush carved a path down his chest, and he tucked his face into his shoulder.
Brad traced the blush, teasing Finn’s nipple with soft flicks of his fingers. “You know…I could make love to you in a different way.”
Finn kept his face turned to the side but hummed in question. Brad’s words were making his heart stutter in a new, kind of scary way. Like, maybe he was going to go into cardiac arrest, and he’d die never getting the chance to learn how Brad could make love to him.
“I’ve wanted to suck your dick since the moment I saw it,” Brad said. “And—only if you want—I’d love to finger your other hole, too.”
Finn’s head shot up, and he took in Brad’s sweet eyes and almost feral grin. Finn wrapped his legs around Brad’s back, sadly hindering him from doing any of those wonderful things, but it was worth it so he could drag him down into a kiss.
He loved the pillowy softness of Brad's lips and the way he nipped and teased until Finn shoved his tongue in his mouth, both of them grinning the entire time. He didn’t let Brad pull away the first time he tried, but the second time, he allowed Brad to slowly slide down Finn’s body.
Brad spent a few minutes dropping kisses and teasing licks on Finn’s nipples. His right one had never gotten all its sensitivity back after top surgery, but his left one tingled and ached as Brad nipped and sucked on it.
“Babe…quit teasing,” Finn whined.
