Page 73 of Brad & Finn
The words pinged around inside Finn’s chest, glancing against dysphoria and uncertainty, before landing squarely on lust.
Finn squirmed on his fingers and whined.
“Is…that okay?” Brad whispered, concern eclipsing the heat in his voice.
Well, maybe the second time’s the charm for them to have these sorts of boundary conversations. “Yes,” he groaned as Brad curled his fingers. “Fuck—yes. Only when you say it.”
Brad kissed his temple and left his lips there so the vibrations of his sultry voice reverberated around Finn’s skull. “You like it when I say a lot of things.”
Finn nodded against his lips.
“You like a lot of talking in bed, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Finn never would have been able to voice that for himself, but yes, he did. It kept him grounded in the moment and out of the dark swirling vortex that was his brain.
“Yes,” he said firmly.
“Good,” Brad whispered, pressing up inside him. “I like talking…like watching you squirm and hearing you moan from nothing but the little things I whisper in your ear.”
He proceeded to completely negate his statement by biting the lobe of Finn’s ear and adding a third finger.
“Brad,” he whined as he followed his lead, slowly working Brad up to three.
Each thrust of Brad’s thick fingers had Finn’s brain melting a little more. It was an incredible feeling, and he found himself getting lost in it—which unfortunately meant he was doing a piss-poor job of prepping Brad’s hole. All he was really doing was spreading lube around.
Finn’s hole was pulsing as Brad mercilessly played with his prostate. If Finn wasn’t careful, he was going to end up coming before he even found?—
He must have curved his fingers in precisely the right way because Brad choked on a groan. It was like someone had snapped their fingers in Finn’s face, waking him up from his pleasure-fueled stupor. He focused entirely on the slightly bouncy spot inside Brad, tapping on it the way he often found himself counting out an imaginary beat, even when he was supposed to be focusing on something else.
“F-fuck,” Brad whispered, his fingers stilling in Finn’s hole.
Finn curled himself around Brad’s front, so he had a little more room to move his hand. He varied the pressure he was applying—first light, then firm, then a gentle swirl of his fingers before starting again. He loved the way Brad’s inner wall sprang back against his fingers, almost like a bouncy ball or a perfectly ripe plum. He’d never much cared for plums, but hereallywanted to get his mouth on Brad’s hole. He wanted to see if he could make him come with nothing but his tongue and a single finger playing with–
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come,” Brad whimpered, grabbing Finn’s wrist with wet fingers.
Finn hadn’t even noticed how empty he now felt, but the sudden realization made his core clench, and he accidentally flexed his fingers.
“Oh–god,” Brad grunted, pulling Finn’s fingers out of him.
Finn withdrew his hand and shifted slightly lower down, so he was face-to-face with Brad.
“You were pretty locked in, weren’t you?” Brad said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
Finn grimaced and opened his mouth to apologize, but Brad captured him in a kiss, soothing any worry by threading his clean hand into Finn’s hair.
“That’s okay, gorgeous. You can fixate on my ass anytime you want, but Ireallywant to enact that scene you designed for us.”
Finn wrinkled his nose. “It’s not much of a scene. If you want a scene, I’m sure I can come up with something much better…maybe with handcuffs and clamps and syrup?—”
Brad rolled, pulling Finn onto his chest as his long, muscular arm reached for the dildo and lube. As Finn watched from his new perch on Brad’s chest, Brad lubed up the dildo with impressive speed and shoved it into Finn’s hands.
“Now,” he said, and the edge of command in his voice intrigued Finn, but didn’t change the course his brain was now on.
“I think Chloe gave me edible underwear as a joke once. I still probably have them?—”
“Finn,” Brad growled and pushed on his shoulders until he slid down to kneel in between Brad’s legs.
“I might have leg restraints, and if not, I have some pretty sturdy neck ties,” Finn mused, sliding two fingers into Brad and scissoring them a few times.
