Page 38 of Filtration Play
Their hazel eyes flared as their gaze seemed to devour him whole. Fin stared at him like he was the only person in existence, and Ollie couldn’t get enough. Their cum still leaked out of his hole, their marks ached all over his body, and he just craved more. He wanted to be owned and possessed by them in every way imaginable.
Except that could only happen in fantasy, not reality.
Before he could open his mouth to crack a joke, Fin spoke up. “Yeah, I do.”
He blinked.
Their lips curled into a feline grin. “Are you retracting the offer, Oliver Hale?”
“No, no, definitely not.” The words came out so fast they almost blended into one.
Fin’s hazel eyes sparked. They were mesmerizing, like the ever-shifting colors of leaves in the autumn. The electricity arcing between them was incendiary, the pull magnetizing. The tension between them grew so thick he couldn’t stand it, and he leaned in the slightest bit.
Fin grabbed him by the nape and closed the space.
They crashed together like a strike of lightning.
As Fin’s lips found his, a sinful thrill rushed through his body, even in the wake of all they’d done. They kissed with reckless abandon,the way they did everything, like at any point their car might veer off the road. However, here and now, they were commanding with a resoluteness that made him feel utterly claimed. Their tongue snaked into his mouth, and they lapped at him with the sort of pull they melted to.
They were tongues and teeth, patchouli and sweat, and Ollie was enamored.
He’d kissed plenty of people, but none held him in thrall like Fin did. It was like stepping outside on a dark night and spotting a comet arc across the sky—rare, magnificent, and transfixing.
They pulled back to nip at his lip, then dove in again, hungrily claiming his mouth. He kissed just as hard, breathing in their oxygen, delving into the heat of them. Goddamn. He was already light-headed, but this struck him even more intensely. Wild, that after everything they’d done, a simple kiss would undo him.
However, this wasn’t just kissing anyone.
This was kissing Finley Williams, who held their emotions under lock and key. The person who forever cracked jokes and bratted to keep people at a distance.
They let out a wounded noise against his mouth, one that sent a rippling aftershock through him. Fuck, despite Fin having plenty of play partners and a ton of experience, this was a domain he might have an edge in.
He continued to taste their mouth, the sweetness of their kiss, the sting of their teeth, as if they were incapable of anything soft. But he was okay with that. He was a little too broken for softness as well. They were a whirlwind force, untamable, and yet for a few blessed moments, they were tethered together.
Ollie would claim any moments he could get.
He lost himself in the velvet feel of their mouth, the sting of their teeth. How their breaths mingled together, how this kiss wasn’t any tame or quiet thing. It was a benediction, a silent prayer offered to whatever existed beyond them. As if he could stay here longer. As if he could be worthy of someone as raw and wild as this, who seemed to understand him better than people he’d known his entire life.
When they finally pulled back from him, their shoulders heaved.
“Damn, Hale. You kiss like a dream,” they said, their glossy lips spit-slicked and their eyes flaring like a spark plug on ignition. Their purple strands were splayed across their forehead, and the flush in their cheeks made his heart thump faster.
“You’re one to talk.”
They knocked shoulders with him. “You’ve got me breaking all my rules.” The comment was quiet enough to matter. Except with Fin, he walked a razor’s edge. Too far, and they’d spook.
“What, you go byPretty Womanrules?” he teased.
“Nah, just don’t let people in.” Fin leaned back on their elbows. “Grew up with a drunk shithead dad, and I’m a dysphoric mess some days, so self-reliance is my bible.”
Ollie blinked at those stark words. They’d offered them without prompting, and he understood the steps of the careful dance they were in right now. “Right, I’m the opposite of self-reliance, being the youngest of five.”
“You seem to be doing pretty well on your own.” Fin skimmed over him with a stare that had his whole body lighting up with awareness.
He shivered and skated his palm across the inside of his thighs. “Clearly, real well.”
Fin rested their hand on top of his leg, meeting his gaze. “Can I?”
He nodded, his throat squeezing tight. They slid their hand down to rest their palm on his scars. Not doing more or less, just leaving their hand there—the presence enough.
