Page 61 of Cosy & Chill
Leo grabbed Finn’s wineglass. He held it out to him and then lifted his own from the coffee table and clinked it against Finn’s. “That is a very good question. Drink up.”
Having such an expanse of soft mattress to lounge on while they kissed, grappled, and touched was wonderful.
Leo had been like a man on a mission, stripping his clothes off while still on the stairs, and starting on Finn’s as soon as they were in the bedroom.
His ardour left Finn no time to worry about Roisin, or even spare her a thought. Finn knew it and he didn't mind. He anchored his hands in Leo's hair as they kissed and indulged in the taste of spice, and wine, and Leo until his head spun.
Since their first kiss, Leo had learned all the places that riled and soothed Finn. He made use of them all, nibbling from ear to collarbone, and letting his tongue roam over Finn’s chest.
“You don't have to seduce me.”
Leo licked the long tendon running up the side of Finn's neck and then blew on it, making Finn’s body hum like a live wire. “If you think that's what I'm doing, then you have a lot to learn,” he said in what Finn had begun to dub his sex voice. The tone was low and rough, scraping over his nerve endings. “Relax and let me make love to you.”
Finn was too aroused to argue. They’d kissed and frotted and blown each other, but this was different. He let his hands roam, but as Leo worked his way south, all he could do was feel: Leo’s tongue in his belly button, teeth on his hip bones, a warm palm sliding back and forth between sternum and abs.
He spread his legs to give Leo room and was rewarded by fingers stroking his balls and a long swipe of tongue over his erection. He gasped Leo's name and Leo took the hint, sucking him deep before pulling off, nibbling and licking as delicately as a kitten. The fingers of Leo's other hand crept farther back, rubbing and pressing on his perineum and then lightly stroking his entrance.
Finn nearly came up off the bed. It wasn't a new sensation, but knowing they were Leo's fingers, probing and caressing him, made it so much more.
“Leo, please.” His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, making talking and even thinking difficult.
When a slick finger breached him, his gasps turned into a long, low moan.
He spread his legs wider and clutched at the sheets, struggling to register the myriad of sensations coursing through and over him. Leo sucked him down again while he added another finger, stretching and teasing until Finn was a thrashing, sweating, gasping wreck. He barely noticed when Leo shifted position, but he howled in protest when Leo's fingers disappeared.
“Shhh,” Leo soothed. “Give me a second.”
His voice was as hoarse as if he'd been shouting instead of Finn, and Finn pried his eyes open to see Leo smooth a condom over his swollen cock. He was a gorgeous vision in the golden glow from the bedside light. When he turned his gaze on Finn, Finn lost his breath. He felt wrecked from Leo’s ministrations, but that was nothing compared to the desperate hunger in Leo's eyes.
Leo knelt and lifted Finn’s legs over his shoulders. “Are you sure?”
Finn had to find air, re-invent words. He unclenched his fingers and stroked Leo's thighs. “Yes. Gods. Yes.” He forced out each word on a ragged exhale, and then lost the ability to breathe altogether as Leo slowly pushed inside.
Heat flooded him, and Finn welcomed the burn and stretch, curling up to meet Leo. He knew that Leo was careful, giving him time to adjust, but the need to move grew overwhelming. He clutched at Leo and arched his back until Leo pulled out and slid back in.
They soon found their rhythm. An easy give-and-take that grew more heated when Leo found the angle that made Finn jolt and howl with every stroke. Sweaty and gasping, they moved together, grinning at each other like loons.
Leo curled forward to meet Finn in a savage kiss that had their teeth clashing. When he straightened again and spread Finn’s legs wider, his grin was almost feral. He thrust hard, over and over, until Finn was nothing more than a quivering mass of nerve endings, unable to do anything but let Leo take him, mind and sight filled with his lover.
Lightning skittered along his spine and pooled in his balls.
His vision tunnelled until all he saw was Leo’s face.
When he could bear it no longer, he reached for his cock and stroked once, twice.
Searing heat washed through him. Every muscle in his body grew tense, and he shouted as he came, dragging Leo over the edge with him.
