Fionn teased it a little, rubbing gently with his fingertip, feeling his own body flushing with heat at the thought and sight of what he was doing. He detected a slipperiness that aided his fondling, letting his fingers glide smoothly against Rory’s flesh.
If Fionn didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that Rory was wet for him. But human males didn’t have that ability.
Did they?
Not quite intentionally, and certainly not feeling in control of himself, Fionn dipped his finger beyond Rory’s rim, sliding an inch inside.
‘Haah…’ Rory’s knuckles whitened where they gripped the sides of the tub.
Rorywaswet. Or if he wasn’t, it was some incredibly effective lubricant he’d used. Fionn found himself in a haze, completely rapt on the heat and the slickness around his finger. It sent sparks fizzing down his spine, blooming a similarly wet feeling from his own core.
Fionn groaned deeply. He was familiar with the sensation but had never experienced it so intensely.
‘Why the fuck are you moaning?’ Rory said hoarsely.
‘Because you feel good,’ Fionn admitted.
‘Are you getting off on this?’
‘Yes.’
Another shiver trembled over Rory’s skin. He angled his hips against Fionn’s fist, pushing against him. ‘Come on, then.’
Fionn allowed the whole length of his finger to slide in. It seemed to knock the air from Rory’s lungs.
‘Are you all right?’ Fionn asked, afraid he’d hurt him.
‘Fine.’ Rory looked away, his ruddy cheeks gaining a deeper shade. ‘Your fingers are thicker than mine.’
Fionn leaned in to study his expression closer. ‘Would you like another one?’
‘Two?’ Rory squeaked. He sank into the water, hiding his mouth, and gave a curt nod without looking up.
Taking great care, Fionn pulled out a little and then kneaded a second finger against Rory’s hole. It was almost effortless, like Rory’s body was working to accommodate him, remaining slick and relaxed until Fionn had both fingers knuckle-deep inside him.
Rory’s head tipped back, exposing his mouth again in a silent ‘O’ directed at the ceiling.
Fionn’s excitement was mounting. Not just at the beautiful display of Rory’s body, which really was incredible: so thick andstrong, and held utterly taut under Fionn’s ministrations. He was excited by his own enjoyment of the act. The thrill of giving Rory pleasure.
As he began to move his fingers they encountered familiar ridges protruding from Rory’s inner flesh. Familiar, because Fionn had encountered them in his own acts of self-pleasure.
Fionn’s brows knitted in confusion. Did humans have these? He’d been taught that their inner workings were shaped differently. Rory certainly shouldn’t have a…
Fionn paused, mind racing. It couldn’t be, could it?
‘All right?’ Rory asked weakly, still staring at the ceiling.
‘I think… I think I’ve found something…’
‘Might be my, um… prostrate.’ Rory’s voice practically disappeared on the last word, like he was too embarrassed to utter it.
Fionn wasn’t sure what one of those was, but he suspected it wasn’t what he’d found. Barely daring to breathe, Fionn angled his fingers appropriately. His middle finger grazed the tight ring of an inner opening, a rim on the inside wall of Rory’s channel. Then he pushed inside the pocket, filling the half-inch space with his fingertip.
‘Hnah!Ah,fuck!’ Rory’s cock released its load in an explosive stream. His body thrashed with the force of it, hands and legs slipping from the sides of the bath.
Fionn caught him as his face dunked underwater. He supported Rory’s head, stroking the back of his neck while Rory choked air back into his lungs.
‘What thefuck?’ Rory finally managed.
