Finn’s lips pulled off Jaime’s cock with a wetpopright as he stuffed the largest plug into his hole, holding it steady as Jaime huffed and shifted, adjusting to its girth, before he began gently fucking it in and out.
Finn’s voice was all gravel through teeth. “I wish you could see your pretty pink hole, Jaime. See the way it sucks the biggest plug right back inside—so needy for a fat cock, hmm? But it’s not enough, is it… you need more. You needmyfat cock stuffing you full, yeah?Myknot? Do you need your mate inside of you?”
Someday, Jaime would ask Finn where all of his filthy talk came from, but right now he just basked in it, head tipping back and arms spread above his head as softuh, uh, uh’sspilled from him while Finn opened him up. The stretch and pleasure-ache was so delicious as he lay loose and pliant under his ministrations.
“Answer me, baby.” Finn smacked a cheek, exposed as he hefted a leg further up on his shoulder.
Jaime mewled. “Yeah, baby. Please, I need you to fuck me. I want your fat cock. Only yours. Only you. Knot, me, Finn. Please!”
Finn slurped him down once again, Jaime’s cock in his throat as he swallowed once, twice, three times… “Oh, God, Finn!Nu-uh, nooo—I don’t—please, d-don’t make me come too—too—too soon!”
He pulled off right at the last second, and Jaime sobbed from the sudden shove back from the edge while the plug was still pressed against his prostate, begging for more, less, anything…
Finn pulled the plug out, and while Jaime blinked up at the ceiling, stars dancing in his vision, he heard him hastily shuck his clothes off before climbing up and over Jaime, resting with just enough weight to press him down into the mattress, his heavy erection slotting along Jaime’s in a way that was both familiar and new.
Finn, so tall and broad and hairy in this form, hovered over him, a smug look on his face as he rocked his overlarge cock against Jaime’s.
He grasped for a trailing thread in his cotton-candy filled mind and followed it, snuffling as he pouted, “S’mean to do that.”
Finn chuckled. “You’re fucking adorable when I edge you. We should do it more often.”
Jaime shook his head side to side. He didnotthink that would be very nice, but his head was too fuzzy to say so.
Finn leaned in, tongue and teeth and lips trailing up his neck before he tugged lightly on the shell of Jaime’s ear. “Really, Idon’t think I’m going to last for more than a few seconds before I knot you, baby, and I need you close before we start.”
He sounded nervous, and as Jaime finally focused on him, he saw those adoring eyes staring down at him. So he smiled, hands cupping Finn’s face as he lifted up to kiss him. “I’m ready, Finn. I’m so ready. I love you. I want you. Make me your mate.”
Something flashed in Finn’s gaze, no longer soft, and Jaime had the sense that they were both there now, right at the front. Finn and his wolf were looking down at him, together—reverent, hungry, equally enamored and loving.
“How do you want me, Jaime?” His voice was all rumble.
Jaime had given that question quite a bit of consideration in all of his many fantasies about this night. He leaned up to give Finn one more lingering, wet kiss, full of teeth and heat, before he gently pushed him back.
Rolling until he was sitting up on his knees, his back to Finn, Jaime tucked a pillow under his hips for support before he folded forward. Arms stretched above his head, he grasped the pillows and tipped his ass up, arching his back.
Presenting.
The position received the reaction he was looking for. Finn snarled, and Jaime heard something deeper, something that made him shiver and then loosen everywhere, growl, “Mate.”
Clawed hands grasped Jaime’s hips, tipping him up and arching his back even further as a constant, low litany of filthy praise left Finn’s mouth. He shuddered when he felt Finn’s hot, wet breaths on his loose rim before Finn lapped there—once, twice, followed by a scrape of teeth on the meat of Jaime’s ass.
The shock of the cold lube swiped along his rim made him jolt, and Finn placed soothing, open mouthed kisses where he’d just nipped, shushing Jaime as he slicked himself up. “Shh, baby.”
Jaime relaxed when he felt the mattress shift around him, Finn’s knees bracketing him on either side as he leaned down and completely blanketed his large body over Jaime’s. Finn reached up and tangled their fingers together, pressing his face into his hair. His heavy cock rested along Jaime’s lower back, already leaking.
There was more of Finn in his voice as he spoke. “I love you. Tell me to stop if I hurt you.”
Jaime tipped his face to the side and kissed him. “You won’t. Please, I’m so ready.”
But when Finn shifted, and the wide, blunt tip of his cock dragged down from the small of Jaime’s back to snug up against his hole, leaving sticky wet trails of precum along his skin, he had a moment of doubt at just how much there was of Finn like this.
Jaime gasped when he pressed in, and tightened his grip on their linked fingers while Finn whispered that he was such a good boy, telling him to breathe through it, bear down, and Jaime couldn’t think of anything at all except for Finn, and the pressure, right at the edge of burn before his rim gave way and the fat head caught and entered him.
The stretch had his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Jaime keened, trembling.
Finn ground out, “Fuck, look at you, baby. You’re taking me so w-well—well.” He was trembling above Jaime, too—restraint and overwhelm in his voice. Jaime released his hold on Finn’s fingers and gripped his forearms braced on either side of him—needing an anchor as the pleasure consumed him.
He felt himself adjust to Finn’s girth, felt the fat head sink a little further inside as Jaime’s hole relaxed, sucking him in. “M’good… you can move,pleasemove—Ooh!”
