Jaime scrambled to obey, a tiny whimper escaping him and that soft, hooded look back in place with Finn’s command. Thankfully his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point, so all he had to do was hook his fingers and pull, taking his boxer briefs off too.
Finn shucked them all the way down and tossed them off the bed before leaning back over Jaime, sucking in a breath at all the beautiful, exposed skin presented to him.
Jaime’s back was one long, graceful line down to his narrow hips, freckled constellations guiding Finn to the dimples sitting just above his soft cheeks that were begging to have his thumbs pressed into them.
So he did just that, tipping Jaime’s ass up for a better view.
Ruined.
He was absolutely ruined by the sight of Jaime’s round, freckled cheeks, all cream and cinnamon-dusted, his dusky hole begging to be fucked. Finn’s cock thickened fully and throbbed at the sight. Canines still fully descended, he leaned down and placed light, reverent kisses to each of those dimples, thumbs digging into the meat of Jaime’s thighs to hold him in place as he shivered beneath him.
“Finn, please. Don’t tease me,” Jaime begged.
Peering up at all that skin he hadn’t tasted yet, Jaime’s head propped on his crossed arms and turned to the side so he could watch, Finn debated it.
Taste all of him later.
Take him, now.
He needed to reel himself in. “Ok, baby. Ok. I’ll give you what you want.”
He reached a hand up to lace his fingers through Jaime’s while he continued to pepper kisses all along his lower back, watching him twitch and squirm as soft, involuntarymmphnoises slipped out. He must be ticklish.
Interesting… Finn could?—
Later.
Right. Later. Squeezing Jaime’s hand before letting go, Finn trailed his kisses and nips down the meat of one cheek, using both hands to angle his ass up just right. “Stop me if there’s anything you don’t like.”
Jaime made a petulanthuff. “I will. But if you do not put your fingers inside of me soon, I swear I will—Ooh Finn!” he sobbed, effectively cutting off his threat.
It wasn’t his fingers, not yet, but Finn’s taste of Jaime last night had been far too brief. He decided to rectify that.
Finn had never actually done this before with anyone—the act was far too intimate—but some instinctual part of him that had woken up when he found Jaime demanded it.
Finnneededto taste him everywhere.
Dragging his tongue from Jaime’s balls to his hole, Finn tasted the heart of his mate’s scent and unraveled—surrendering to him completely. He felt Jaime unraveling too, shuddering and moaning beneath him as he softened and fluttered while Finn lapped there, readying Jaime for his fingers and fat cock.
Coming up for air, Finn gasped down at the sight beneath him. Jaime was sprawled out, wrecked, ass and thighs red from where he’d been holding too tightly. Leaning over him, Finn ran two fingers along his plush lips. “Open up for me.”
Jaime’s eyes were so hooded and hazy that he wasn’t sure he was even really seeing anything, but his sweet boy obeyed, and wrapped his lips around Finn’s fingers, sucking. “Get them nice and slick for me, baby. Good boy. There you go.”
Jaime keened when Finn pulled out of his mouth and slid back down his body, angling his ass up with one hand. Making sure his claws were safely sheathed, he massaged over Jaime’s hole, relaxing it further. Using his opposite thumb to pull one cheek aside, Finn eased a finger into the first knuckle, slowing when he met resistance.
Jaime made a breathyahnoise and twitched in his hold, but Finn felt him flex and then relax around his finger nearly immediately. “Shh, look at you, baby. You’re taking my finger so well, already.”
His balls tightened at the sight of Jaime’s rim fluttering around his thick digit, and Finn tried thinking of deeply unsexy things to back himself off of that ledge he was already dangerously close to.
Like taxes. Or Silas’s dirty laundry.
Slowly, so slowly, Finn opened him up with one, then two, and then three fingers, all the while trying desperately not to come or shift at the sight of Jaime,hisJaime, soft and pliant beneath him, listening to his pleasured cries and moans formore, more, more!
“S’enough, Finn. Please. M’ready.” Jaime was all liquid, sleek planes of freckles beneath Finn.
Panting heavily, he ground out, “Lube?”
Jaime raised a shaky hand, gesturing somewhere near the loft stairs before it fell back on the bed. “Bag,” was all he managed to hiccup out.
