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“You have me,” Brad said, pressing a soft kiss right above Finn’s heart. “For as long as you want me.”
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FINN
Finn madeit another five minutes of Brad’s sweet, sensuous torture before he started to beg.
“Fuck, please, please—Brad! I…I…” His mind was a beautiful mess of joy and excitement and earth-shattering lust.
“You’ll get there, sweetheart,” Brad teased, running the sinful tip of his tongue across the crest of Finn’s hipbone. “Take your time.”
If Finn could find the wherewithal, he would grab Brad by the hair and shove his face between his legs?—
“Ahhhhh!” he cried as Brad bit into his hip.
Finn was going to pass out from horniness as every blood cell in his body pooled in his groin. His packer wasn’t built for play, and the base pressed flat against his dick and gave him absolutely no friction. He wanted Brad’s mouth or his fingers to play with him, but Brad was torturing him.
His vision whited out and came back all sparkly when Brad bit into his nipple. Clearly, he’d learned from last time because he was focusing exclusively on Finn’s sensitive side. He was also lavishing an almost absurd amount of attention on Finn’s panties. Finn also liked them, but he was beyond ready for themto come off so he could finally get what his entire body was begging for.
I…please…I…need you.”
“Finn—”
“Inside me,” Finn whispered.
Brad dove down to slam their mouths together. He cradled the back of Finn’s head and stroked the inside of Finn’s mouth with his tongue, making Finn’s thighs quiver and rub together.
“God, that does sound good, doesn’t it? I want you inside me, too,” Brad groaned, rutting their hips together.
For one aching moment, Finn cursed his anatomy. He reminded himself that he had everything he needed at home. All the toys and tools, every dildo, strap, and plug he could ever ask for—he just didn’t have them here. He had faith that they would get to try them all, whether it be in Chicago, Indianapolis, or somewhere in between, but right now, he’d have to get a little more creative.
“I don’t think I can fuck youandtake your big cock in one sitting,” Finn said, grinding against Brad’s thigh.
“Oh, fuck, that gorgeous mouth of yours,” Brad said, running his thumb over Finn’s bottom lip and pulling it down slightly before releasing it.
“If you…really want to fuck me…and have me fuck you after,” Finn panted, “you could fuck my ass and then I can use the strap on you.”
Brad groaned and pressed his forehead against Finn’s. “If you want me to fuck your front hole, I’ll gladly do that, sweetheart. I just…”
He trailed off as his eyes pressed closed. Finn wondered if this was what it felt like for Christian and Chloe—and now Brad—when they helped guide Finn through his thoughts. He could almost taste the words Brad was fighting to find, and he reveled in getting to be the one to fill in the gaps.
“Need to feel connected,” Finn said easily, because he was feeling it too.
Brad nodded against Finn’s forehead, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.
In direct contrast to the tender way in which Brad was holding him, a wicked idea slowly took shape in Finn’s head. He almost didn’t say anything, but then Brad pressed their lips together, almost desperately, like he couldn’t help himself.
“We could…finger each other…” Finn said haltingly. “Get both of us nice and ready. Then I could fuck you with the dildo a few times, and when it’s nice and deep, I’ll leave it in, and you can fuck me with my pretty dick still inside you.”
Brad threw back his head and roared, a shocking, primal noise that lit up the parts of Finn that had lain mostly dormant all these years. They grabbed for each other, and Brad yanked off Finn’s panties and packer, tossing them haphazardly across the room. Finn grabbed the dildo, and Brad snatched up the lube, and they met in the middle of the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Brad wrestled them onto their sides, kicking at the blankets until it was just the fitted sheet and their overheated bodies on the bed.
“Please…god, yes,” Brad moaned as Finn traced his wet finger around the tight ring of Brad’s hole. One day, he wanted to do this with his tongue, but the current plan didn’t allow for that, and Finn was excited about the plan.
With a gentle push, Finn was able to slide his pointer finger inside. He loved the pressing, squeezing warmth, and he thrust several times before teasing Brad’s rim with another finger. Not to be outdone, Brad grazed his fingers across Finn’s dick before sliding one, then, after a few thrusts, two fingers into Finn’s front hole.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so wet,” Brad crooned against the side of Finn’s head.
