“Harder, Jaime. Squeeze. Yes. Such a good boy. Yes! Fuck!Ooh—ooh!I don’t—I don’t know—Jaime. I’m going to—Ah!” Finn cried out, and the base of his cock swelled large in Jaime’s grip.
His knot.
It was such a surreal experience to hold Finn’s knot in his hands, to feel it pulse and throb as he sucked down as much of his cock as he could, tongue teasing his slit. Jaime may have read more than alittlewerewolf smut in his day, but experiencing the real thing was revelatory. He had a feeling that sex with Finn would continue to be that way for a long while, yet.
God, he loved this man. He was so damn lucky.
Jaime continued his steady, firm hold the way that Finn liked, and then he was coming down Jaime’s throat in deep, heavy pulses. He swallowed through it all—cum tasting salty and slightly bitter, and entirely ofFinn.
Intoxicating.
Finn’s hold on the nape of Jaime’s neck was firm as he fed Jaime as much of his cock as he could take, and he groaned when Finn’s hips jerked and thrust with each spill, cock kicking in his mouth.
Jaime tried swallowing all of it, but there was somuch. Finn just kept coming, pumping more and more down his throat, a tinyhnnfsound coming from him each time. Some dribbled down Jaime’s chin, creating even more mess.
When Finn’s grip finally relented, Jaime pulled off with a wet gasp. Breathing hard, he rested his cheek on Finn’s thigh for a few seconds, or maybe minutes, until he caught his breath.
Dazedly, he patted his hand around on the ground without looking until he found his discarded shirt, and swiped at his wet face. So gently, he cleaned up the mess they’d both made of Finn’s spent cock, resting heavily on his thigh.
Knees stiff and erection aching, Jaime flicked his gaze up to find Finn staring at him, flushed, eyes pleasure-bright and shocky, and so very loving.
“Jaime. Baby. Come here,” he panted, reaching out with one taloned hand before it flopped back on to the couch.
Jaime smirked, and finished removing Finn’s shoes and pants, discarding everything to the side before he crawled his way up into his lap again. Finn listed to the side, groaning, and rolled them until Jaime was laying half on top, all pressed up against each other on the narrow couch.
Still breathing like a freight train, Finn wrapped a hairy arm around him, idly scratching up and down his back, giving him the most delicious goosebumps. Jaime arched into it, sighing in pleasure.
They laid like that for several minutes while Finn’s breathing slowed, and even though he was still hard and aching, Jaime thought that he could live in this moment forever. He’d been on his knees for Finn, had let him feed his cock down his throat, and yet he had never felt more powerful, more erotic and sexy as he had in that moment.
Eventually, he realized the rumbling he felt wasn’t Finn’s breathing at all, but a steady hum coming from his chest. And it seemed to be getting louder.
“Are youpurring?” Jaime asked into the quiet, lips moving against Finn’s neck as he spoke.
With monumental effort, Finn propped his chin up on his hand and shot a confused look down at his chest. “I don’t know.”
At Jaime’s raised eyebrows, Finn gave a sleepy chuckle. “Truly. This has never happened before.”
Jaime giggled, “Oh.”
Finn’s smile was small and as warm as the midnight sun. “Oh?”
Jaime threw an arm across his eyes. “Yes, oh,” he got out between giggles.
Finn was laughing too, the moment infectious. “What is so funny?”
Full on belly laughing now, Jaime turned into Finn’s chest. Between gasps, he explained, “You’re a giant, hairy, wolf man. An apex predator. And you purr like a kitten.”
They both laughed at Jaime’s explanation, tumbling against each other. Finally quieting, Jaime pressed his hand against Finn’s chest, fingers lightly scratching through the hair there. He loved how it felt against his skin.
The purring picked up again.
Finn wiped at the laughing tears on his face and laid his head back down on Jaime’s shoulder. “Fuck. I think you might have actually killed me. Sucked the life straight out of my cock.”
Jaime gave an amused hum, and turned to place a trail of kisses along Finn’s temple.
Turning his head so their lips brushed as he spoke, Finn sobered. “Was that ok? I’ve never… I mean—I’ve never reacted that way. I didn’t even mean to come, but as soon as we started, fuck, Jaime. I just, I mean, did I hurt you? Make you take too much? I should have asked first, if you wanted me to?—”
Jaime pressed his lips lightly against Finn’s to stop the nervous ramble. “I’ve literally jacked off to nearly that exact scenario, Finn. Starring you. The knot was a fucking amazing bonus, by the way. I’m glad we cleared that mystery up.”
