Nails dragging along Finn’s back, Jaime latched onto his shoulder with blunt human teeth, right where he ached to bite him in return, and Finn lost himself.
Barely aware of the rumbling growl coming from him, Finn hastily pulled Jaime off his cock and tipped him backward. Rising up over him and hooking his arms under Jaime’s knees to fold him nearly in half, he sank back inside that perfect pink hole, as deep as he could in one go.
Jaime cried out, his voice breaking and hitching higher with each thrust.
Finn began to pound into Jaime, grinding on each press inside, seeking that spot that would drive him through the roof by angling his cock up, up,upinto Jaime’s belly with each pump.
“Ooh—F-Finnnnggh.What—what is—hiccup. So deep. Deep. It’s—it’s—there! Don’t—stop!”
There it is.
Continuing his merciless pounding, Finn ran his teeth along Jaime’s neck, teasing right where he wanted to bite. Pulling back, he licked and sucked his way up to Jaime’s ear, and tugged on the tip.
“Tell—me. Tell me. What does my—fuck—my cock f-feel like inside you, hmm? How does it feel—feel?”
Hands scrabbling along his back, yanking Finn impossibly closer as his feet tipped up and gave him even more room to pound him into the mattress, Jaime caught his breath enough to answer. “S’good—good. I’m s-so full. Finn. I’m full.Please!”
Finn’s balls tightened with his impending release, Jaime’s hiccuped words driving him even higher, so he canted his hips just enough to continue to hit that spot, again and again and again, making Jaime cry out and sob in pleasure, driving him right to the edge.
Finn’s climax was bearing down on him, and he was sure he wouldn’t last but another handful of thrusts. “Touch yourself, J-Jaime.Mmmph, grab that beautiful—oh, fuck—cock and make yourself come. Come, baby. You’re such a good—boy.”
Jaime keened, writhing beneath him as he slid one hand down and grabbed hold of his shaft, tugging hard and fast. Finn continued his frantic pace, thrusting in and angling Jaime’s hipsjust so, hitting his prostate as he continued to whisper filthy words until Jaime shouted his release, cum splattering all over himself.
Jaime’s other hand made its way into Finn’s hair, and between the pull of it as he came and watching his release splash all over his soft belly, Finn’s orgasm slammed into him. Punching his hips up into Jaime’s ass as deep as he possibly could, over and over and over with each kick, Finn roared his release.
Dropping his hold on Jaime’s legs, Finn tipped forward until he was laying over him, just the barest hint of his weight supported on his forearms to keep from squashing the boy completely.
Jaime didn’t seem to mind, because through Finn’s great heaving breaths he could hear Jaime’s soft, pleasure-shocked mewls and littleah’s as they shifted, arms banded tight around each other, both completely spent.
The aftershocks continued to move through them, causing Finn’s hips to jerk forward as his oversensitive shaft kicked a few final times before he gently pulled out. Finn caught the wince that Jaime tried to hide, and gathered him close to press gentle kisses all over his face, telling him how good he’d been, how well he’d done, how much he loved him, that he was his.
Only his.
Finn could scent the mess of cum and lube that dribbled out of Jaime’s loose hole, and told himself to get up and go find a washcloth to clean them both up, but he just couldn’t move yet.
There was some deeply rooted part of him that preened at the thought that Jaime smelled like him, now.
Keep him full. Make him smell like ours, always.
Well.
Finally feeling strong enough, he rolled off of Jaime and whispered that he’d be right back, extracting himself from Jaime’s grasping arms and adorable pout, stumbling down the stairs.
Apparently, his mate was clingy after sex.
Good.
He hastily cleaned himself off and wetted down a cloth, grabbing their water bottles before heading back up to the loft. Finn found Jaime just as he had left him; long, cinnamon-sprinkled limbs tangled in mussed sheets that smelled like sex andthem.
He’d dreamed of this, and emotion swelled in him to find that the reality was even better.
Jaime opened one eye to peek up at him, and smirked. Blushing at being caught staring, again, Finn crawled back over him and gently cleaned Jaime off, nudging him this way and that until he was no longer sticky and back in Finn’s arms. Running his hands up and down Jaime’s back, he noted the sensitive skin of his soft thighs and ass was still red, and there were light finger-shaped bruises forming on his hips.
“Are you ok?” Finn asked, gently caressing over those areas. Jaime peered down at himself and flushed.
Looking back up at Finn, his eyes were clear. “That was perfect, Finn. So much more than I could have ever thought. You were perfect.” He took hold of Finn’s hand and placed it right back over where he’d held him firm enough to bruise.
Finn exhaled and breathed in the scent of Jaime’s hair.
