Jaime gave him a coy smile in return. “Good. I brought you something.”
Finn’s eyes lit up. “Please tell me it’s the recipe for the Swedish meatballs.”
He grinned, and pulled the scrap of paper out of his jean pocket. “Dinner for tomorrow?”
Finn beamed, looking so happy, so light and open, that Jaime had to kiss him. It quickly turned hot, hands wandering as Jaime ran his tongue along Finn’s canines and their legs tangled together when Finn rolled him onto his back.
But too soon, Finn grasped his shoulders and pulled them both apart so that he could sit back, hovering over where Jaime lay reclined on the blanket. He could see Finn’s face in the glow through the windows and the light of the full moon reflecting off the lake, and noted the nervous downward cast of his eyes.
Placing his hand over Finn’s and sitting back up next to him, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Finn shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. Absolutely nothing. I just, um. I was out here with the blanket and everything for a reason, waiting until you got home.”
Jaime cocked his head in question, and Finn cleared his throat. “I wondered. Well, I thought that maybe, since we’ve been, um, working you up to it, I thought tonight we could?—”
“Oh my God, are you finally going to knot me?” The thought made Jaime giddy, and yes, a little nervous, too.
Soon after they’d returned from the safe house, Jaime had received a package at his door in Finn’s name. He hadn’t thought anything of it until Finn snatched it out of his hands to unbox whatever was inside, blushing. And then nervously, with those warm eyes that should be illegal, he’d presented Jaime with his purchases.
Finn had bought him butt plugs.
Plugs, as in several of them. In varying sizes. He’d shuffled on his feet and rubbed the back of his neck as he explained that these would help to stretch Jaime gradually, so the knot wouldn’t hurt or tear him.
Jaime, blushing furiously, was so touched and so horny that he’d shoved Finn backwards onto the sofa, snatched the lube they kept in a drawer downstairs for exactly this reason, and rode him, hard, until they were both shouting their climaxes.
They’d used the plugs nearly every night since—Finn was fastidious in making sure that Jaime was well prepared for the size and stretch of him. And they’d both fucking loved the sight and sensation of Jaime’s hole stretching around them.
Surfacing from the fond memory, he watched as Finn clocked the shift in his scent, eyes darkening as arousal mixed with excitement pooled low in his belly. Still, he didn’t move over Jaime like he expected, instead taking both of his hands in his.
“Yes. If you’re ready, yes. But first…” He squeezed Jaime’s hands, a tremor in his voice. “It was always you, for me. I’ve been yours from the moment we met. I love you. Will you, um, will you be my mate?”
In the purple and blue meadow of blooming lupine, with the full moon behind him, Jaime would remember this moment with Finn forever. His voice choked with tears and overwhelming love as he exclaimed, “Yes! Yes, Finn. You are mine, and I am yours. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please, make me your mate!”
Finn pulled Jaime forward, banding his arms around his middle as he yanked him up into his lap and pressed wet, sloppy kisses to his mouth, along his jaw, behind his ear, and down his neck.
He stopped there, lapping and grazing his teeth where Jaime’s neck met his shoulder. Peering up, he growled, “Hold on.”
Jaime squawked, scrambling for a grip on Finn’s shoulders and wrapping his legs tightly around his waist as he stood, carrying him inside and up to their room. Jaime pouted, “Why did we have to come inside?”
Finn chuckled, tossing him down onto the soft bedding. “Because I don’t want bugs in places they shouldn’t be.”
He’d clearly made an effort to prepare their bedroom for this before Jaime had arrived. The lights were off, but the space was lit in a warm glow from the gas fireplace, still necessary on chilly evenings, along with the soft fairy lights they’d strung up over their bed when Finn had moved in. They both loved the reminder of the good memories they shared together from the safe house.
Jaime giggled, and Finn continued, “Also… we might be, uh, stuck together for awhile, afterwards. I want us to be somewhere we can be comfortable.”
Jaime’s heart warmed. “So thoughtful, baby. Now, fuck me, please.” He reached out with grabby hands and squirmed further into the soft pillows as Finn flashed him a wolfish grin and tugged off his shirt.
“With pleasure. But first…”
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, and yanked Jaime down by an ankle, hastily shucking his pants and underwear off while Jaime fought to get his shirt over his head. He hadn’t quite managed it yet, arms still tangled up, when Finn swallowed his cock in one go.
“Hah—Finn!”
He must have found the lube because suddenly, two slick fingers were massaging over Jaime’s rim, pushing in slowly as Finn suckled and lapped at his tip the way he knew drove Jaime wild.
Feet flexing over Finn’s shoulders, Jaime fisted his hands in his soft hair and began arching up into the wet, sucking pulls before dropping down, hard, onto the now three fingers curling purposefully against his prostate, pleasure pulsing up his spine and down into his thighs with each motion, making his hole clench around Finn’s fingers.
He hiccuped, “Finn… Finn. I’m n-not coming like this. I refuse—refuse.Pleasecome fuck me with your—mmmph!”
