Finn’s fist was tight on Jaime’s cock again, working him hard, before he fit his lips and tongue and teeth back over his tip, just peeking out from Finn’s grip, andsucked.
Jaime’s orgasm hit him like a freight train. He jerked under Finn’s heavy arm still pinning his belly to the bed as cum pulsed from him in steady spurts down Finn’s throat, mouth open in a silent, breathy shout.
He closed a trembling hand over Finn’s to halt the fast pulls on his sensitive shaft, showing him how he liked to be held through it with a steady, firm squeeze. Finn continued to nurse his crown, swallowing everything Jaime gave him.
Finally, Finn pulled off and peered up at him, face messy with cum and spit. “Fuck, Jaime, watching you fall apart is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was gruff and shaky, like he was barely holding himself back from devouring him entirely.
Jaime couldn’t manage more than a hiccup.
Finn released Jaime’s sensitive cock and swiped at the cum and spit covering him. Hand suitably slicked, he sat up, dropping Jaime’s knee off his shoulder, and moved his anchoring hold to Jaime’s inner thigh, pinning him open for Finn’s devouring gaze. Feasting on the sight of Jaime wrecked and hazy, he took hold of his own thick length and began tugging roughly.
Finn’s cock was a work of art. Jaime was unable to look away, and with piercing clarity, he knew he would paint this moment. His legs canted to the side, the meat of one thigh bunching in Finn’s clawed hold while the other hand worked himself over Jaime’s soft and spent cock, resting against his abdomen.
Yeah, he’d fucking frame this.
The shaft was a shade darker than the rest of him and the head was flushed a pinkish-red. It was truly large, girthier and longer than any of the dildos he’d ever used, with a fat head that Jaime wanted to wrap his lips aroundnow.
He couldn’t wait to feel it pressed inside of him, stretching and making room in Jaime’s belly like Finn had in every other facet of his life.
Finn’s breathing grew labored, and his hard pulls fell out of rhythm before he shouted and jerked forward, still holding Jaime spread wide, and came all over his spent cock and belly. Jaime watched in rapt fascination as Finn kicked and pulsed through his orgasm, wishing he could feel that inside of him.
When the last of his cum dribbled down his fist, Finn tipped forward and sprawled on top of Jaime. He threw his arms around Finn’s shoulders, pulling him close and holding him through it as they both came down from the high.
When the rushing in his ears receded, Jaime could hear his own hiccuping breaths and soft mewls alongside Finn’s slow, deep inhales.
If someone had told Jaime yesterday that just the very next day he would have the two most intense orgasms of his life with Finn, pressed up against him with their hands and mouths on each other, he would have laughed in their face.
And yet here they were, chests synced and softly nuzzling each other’s hair in post-climax bliss. But even through the lingering fog of lust, it was the feeling of rightness, of complete comfort and safety that he’d been chasing for so long that had tears running down Jaime’s face.
When Finn looked up from where he cradled him and saw his tears, he scrambled back in a panic, hands reaching out to hover as if to check if he was hurt.
“Jaime—Jaime—what, I mean, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Christ, I shouldn't have… I used myteeth, fuck, Jaime I’m so sorry!”
“Finn!” Jaime reached out to catch one of his hands, but Finn was still frantically scanning him up and down, looking for where he was hurt.
“I’m sorry Jaime, please let me help, I can?—”
Jaime sat up on his knees, braced his hands on Finn’s shoulders, and pushed him backwards until he was the one looming. Jaime caught his face between his palms. “Finn. Stop.”
Finn stilled, staring up at him with those wounded puppy dog eyes. “Tell me how to fix it, Jaime.”
Jaime’s tone was firm. “Stop freaking out, and listen to me.”
Finn just blinked wide, chocolate eyes at him.
It really should be illegal to look at someone like that.
“I am not hurt.” Finn opened his mouth to interrupt him, but Jaime pressed the tips of his fingers over his soft lips to stop him, feeling the catch of a canine. “I am not hurt, Finn. That was… I thought coming in your hand downstairs was intense. But what we just did was so much more. You make me feel whole,and seen, and wanted. And when we were done…” he huffed, searching for the words.
He lifted his fingers from Finn’s mouth and gently pressed the pad of his thumb against the tip of his right fang, a small noise coming from Finn. “You make me feel safe. Not managed, or controlled. Being here with you, feeling you on top of me—it feels right, Finn. And I’ve never felt that way before. It just hit me all at once.”
Pulling his thumb back, he leaned down and caught Finn’s lips in a soft kiss. Sliding his tongue along Finn’s mouth, he tentatively opened for him. It was so gentle, and somehow astonishing and new all over again.
It seemed that every time they came together, Jaime was pleasantly overwhelmed by just how much there was to learn and explore with Finn. Some of that was because it was new to Jaime, outside of his own touches, but mostly it was because he was sharing it with Finn.
And he wanted all of it to be with Finn, forever.
Finn broke the kiss first before coming back for heated, lingering brushes of their lips. But when he opened his mouth to deepen their kiss once again, Jaime flicked his tongue over the tip of his canine like he had before, since it seemed to drive Finn wild.
