He pointedly looked down at Finn’s massive cock and grinned, feeling freer and lighter than he ever had in his life. “And I don’t think you should knot me the first time, but we’ll get there.”
Finn made some sort of whine-growl noise that was so hot, and so adorable, before nodding his head vigorously in agreement. “Lube? Condoms?”
Jaime blushed. “Oh, um. I brought both. You know, just in case. I mean Ihoped?—”
Finn cut him off with another searing kiss, before pulling back and looking at Jaime with a serious expression. “One more thing you should know, first.”
Jaime gave a playfully exasperated sigh, letting his weight tip back and rest against Finn’s knees. In return, Finn gave him an equally playful slap on his ass—why the hell do I still have my jeans on?—and growled, “Be a good boy, and listen.”
Oh.
The list. That is going on the list.
Reading his face, Finn chuckled, “Later, baby. First, I’m happy to use a condom this time and every time, if that’s what you want. But you should know that when I knot you, it’s not going to work as intended.”
Jaime let that image shimmer before him; his ass tipped up, legs spread open with Finn seated inside as far as he could go. His fat cock and knot pressing up against Jaime’s prostate, creating the most delicious pressure as cum spilled out everywhere, overflowing around Finn’s knot while he pumped load after load inside him…
Fuck.
Pleasure zipped up Jaime’s spine. Had he always had a fluid kink, or was this a sudden-onset type of a situation?
He cleared his throat and croaked, “That won’t be a problem with me. You know I’ve never been with anyone, and when they checked me out after the attack a year ago they gave me a full panel of everything. I’m negative.”
Finn nodded. “Me too, we get tested regularly as part of the physicals for work. But the other part that I need to tell you is that all of those health exams are mostly for show, to share with our clients who aren’t in-the-know.”
At Jaime’s confused head tilt, Finn explained, “We heal at an exceptionally fast rate. It’s why we went on so many missions in the military—even the most serious injuries only took a few days to fully mend. And we can’t get or pass on any infections or diseases.”
Jaime blinked. “So… are you saying that we don’t need to use a condom?”
Finn tucked him in closer. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. If you don’t want to, that is. If you do, I will. I always have, every other time I’ve been with someone. It’s never bothered me.”
Hot, unwarranted jealousy flushed Jaime's cheeks, and he squirmed back on Finn’s lap, fingers finding their way to the fur on his forearms. Looking down, he muttered, “Thank you for telling me.”
With the tip of a claw, Finn brought his chin back up, widening his legs so that Jaime was forced to adjust and slide back down, further into his hold. “Everything about this—about you—is different, Jaime. And not just because you’re my mate, but because I’m in love with you.”
He lightly scratched up and down Jaime’s back, and he wanted to purr at how good that felt. Finn went on, “So much of this will be a first for me, too. When we come together while I’m in this form, the knotting, that will all be new for me. But also…”
Finn looked at Jaime with such tenderness, such reverence, he found he wanted to paint that, too. He’d have a studio full of Finn’s soil rich eyes and thick forearms and the furry happy trail that led from between his pecs all the way down to his beautiful cock. He’d paint it all.
“…Also, I’ve never made love. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, I’ve never shared myself this way with anyone. I want to feel you fully, I want us to be as close as we can ever be. There is no one else for me but you—there never has been.”
He danced his lips over Jaime’s in a featherlight kiss. “I only mentioned it so that you would know, but also so you wouldn’t feel pressured to go bare if you don’t want to. Especially this first time.”
Jaime smiled softly, feeling silly now for his jealousy, and grateful that Finn was so open to options. Still…
“I want to feel you, all of you. No condom, please.” He grinned again and rocked on Finn’s lap, eager to get back to where they were before, now that the important bits had been discussed.
Finn seemed inclined to agree, because he moved to stand up with Jaime in his arms, but instead Jaime leaned back and placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
“Wait. I said I want to taste you first, like this.”
He palmed Finn’s overlarge cock through his pants, and felt him shudder. “Jaime.”
Teasing a barely-there kiss to Finn’s mouth, Jaime began sliding off his lap, kissing and scraping his teeth down Finn’s pecs and belly, running his fingers through the fur dusting his chest and thighs. He whined and twisted beneath Jaime’s soft, teasing touch, hands grasping wherever he could reach, claws the gentlest drag on Jaime’s sensitive skin. Finn’s knees made room as he knelt on the rug, and Jaime had to pause to take in the sight.
Staring down at him, Finn already looked wrecked.
He was panting hard, mouth slightly open, showing off his extended canines. His ears were angled forward, eyes warm and intense and wholly focused, like nothing else existed except for Jaime kneeling before him. Finn widened his legs even more, and Jaime couldn’t look away from where the crotch of his pants pulled tight over his straining erection. He kept rocking his hips up in aborted little motions, seeking some kind of friction.
