"Shut up, Fin."
"Make me. Ye won't, but." He bit my jaw, grinning. "Ye like the commentary. Ye like being told ye've got it right." He worked himself down on my hand, filthy and slow. "There. Like that. Good lad."
The praise landed somewhere it had no business landing, and I added a third finger before I'd decided to. He moaned loudly.
"That's the one." The brat thinned out of his voice. "Right there. Dinnae ye dare stop. Ye stop and I'll have yer guts for garters."
"You threaten everybody mid-fuck, or just me?"
He laughed, ragged, against my throat. "Just the one in front of me." He took my wrist, slowed my hand, and held my eyes. "Feel that? That's me opening up for ye. Ye did that." He rolled his hips down, slowly taking in my face.
"Enough." He pulled off my fingers and slicked me with a grip that whited out the edges of my vision, rose up on his knees over my lap, reached back, lined me up and sank down.
I forgot how to breathe.
He took me to the root in one long roll of his hips and held there, flush against me, the whole heat of him on my thighs, his forehead dropping to mine.
"There," he said, wrecked. "Now ye know."
I knew. That was the trouble. I'd been at war with this thing since a half-dead kid turned my hand over in a safehouse and read my gloves like a story. The war was over. I was just the last to hear. I opened my mouth to tell him something, and what came out was the smallest, most defeated sound I’d ever made.
"Aye," he said. "I'm here. I've got ye. Move."
I grabbed his hips and fucked up into him while he rode down to meet me. "That's the way. Fuck, look at ye," he gasped, forehead still on mine.
“Shut. The fuck.Up.” I punctuated every word with a thrust, but even that wasn’t enough.
Fin smiled. "All that fight—”
I’d had enough. One more word out of him and I was going to lose my damn mind, so I pulled his lips down to mine, and I bit his tongue. If he wasn’t going to hold it, then I’d do it for him.
His eyelashes fluttered against my cheek, and he groaned loud and deep as I drove up into him. When I let go of his tongue, he gave me a filthy roll of his hips.
“That's it,” he panted. “Christ. That's it."
“Fuck—” I groaned, head falling back as he started to ride me in earnest. He braced himself against my chest and lifted off of me before sinking back down, and he didn’t stop until I was buried to the balls.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last if he did that much longer. Part of me hated that and hated him for taking me to the brink so fucking fast. The other part was so far gone, he didn’t care.
I put my hands on his shoulders and started driving up harder while he came down and the sounds… Jesus Christ, the sounds that filled the room were filthy. Not just the moaning and the cursing, which both of us were doing plenty of, but the wet, filthy fucking sounds. I’d never once thought about how sex sounded, but tonight, it was like hearing music for the first time.
I shifted my hands down, wrapping them around his ribs at the chest, and brushing my thumbs over his bright pink nipples. He cried out like I’d hurt him and his cock jumped. A heavy bead of pre-cum spilled over from the slit and flowed down onto my stomach.
Why the fuck was that so hot? Why the fuck hadn’t I ever let myself realize how sexy it was to get someone else’s pre-cum on my stomach? And more importantly, why the fuck had it taken me twenty fucking years to understand sex could be this damn good.
“Aleksi…” Fin’s pale, freckled cheeks were flushed pink, and his lips were cherry red and swollen. “Fuck, Aleksi, get yer hand on my cock so I can come!”
I wrapped my hand around him and gave a few awkward pulls. It wasn’t like jerking off. His cock was…The skin was softer, velvety almost, and warm, but so hard.
For me, I thought.This cock is hard for me. He wants me this badly.
“Aye, yes, fuck…Mmm…” He bit his lip and tipped his head back, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen. His cock swelled in my grip and then he was coming, spilling hot and thick over my fist. At some point, he’d gotten his fingers up to his mouth and he was sucking on them as he came. The moment I realized that, I was gone.
I drove into him one more time and let go, and it was nothing like any orgasm I’d ever had before in my life. Fin’s hole squeezed around me, gripping tighter like he was trying to milk every last drop out of me, and he rocked his hips forward one more time with a small whine that stole the breath out of me. I thought, for one brief moment, that he might actually kill me.
But what a fucking way to go.
When it was over, Fin collapsed forward, barely holding himself up on shaky arms. "Told ye," he said eventually, into the dark. "Did as ye were told and the world didnae end."
