Finn’s nervous system was still rebooting, though, and the desire to touch didn’t translate into movement.
“Next time you can have it however you want it,” Robbie promised. He lay down next to Finn and nudged him onto his side so Robbie was spooned up behind him. “Right now I just need you to keep your thighs nice and tight for me like a good girl. Can you do that?”
Apparently Finn’s nervous system was willing to take direction from Robbie, if not Finn. He turned onto his side at Robbie’s urging and pressed his legs together, shivering when Robbie smeared his inner thighs with lube.
“You’re so tight for me, huh?”
Finn made a strangled noise as Robbie nudged the head of his cock between his thighs. He looked down automatically. His own cock was soft now and smeared in spit and come, even though Finn was still so turned-on he thought he might die. Below that, he could just see the tip of Robbie’s dick at the peak of his thrust between Finn’s legs, the foreskin pulling back with the friction.
Without thinking, Finn reached down. The next time Robbie fucked forward, he rubbed his fingers over the exposed head.
“Fuck,” Robbie groaned against the back of Finn’s neck. “Baby, that’s so good. You feel so good for me. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Yeah,” Finn said. “I want to.”
“Can I come on you like this, baby? Make a mess between your thighs?”
Finn threw his head back, still working his fingers on every stroke. “Please, Robbie. I want it so bad.”
It took only a handful more strokes. Finn felt like his brain was on fire when Robbie groaned and pressed his forehead to the back of Finn’s neck and the space between his thighs flooded with come.
Holy shit.
Holyfuck.
Finn came back to himself breathing like he’d just run a marathon, dumb with pleasure and buzzing with adrenaline. Robbie’s hand was still on his hip. They were going to have to get up shortly or risk being glued together in some very delicate places, but first….
Robbie made a rumbling noise behind him and rolled Finn toward him for a kiss. He was breathing hard too, which was gratifying, and he cupped Finn’s jaw as he kissed him.
That was good, because Finn didn’t know if he could hold his head up.
Finally Robbie released him and rolled onto his back, the motion pulling his come-covered dick out from between Finn’s filthy thighs.
Finn would’ve winced at the feeling, but honestly that was too much work.
Jesus Christ. What did you even say after that?
“Did I die?” Robbie wondered out loud. He sounded like someone had smacked him over the head with a blunt object. “I feel like I might have died. And this is heaven, obviously.”
Finn nodded into the pillow. “There’s a surprising amount of jizz in heaven.”
Snorting, Robbie turned his head for another kiss. This one landed on the tip of Finn’s nose. “Okay, we should check out heaven’s water pressure. Otherwise we might find out this is really hell and we’re having our bits waxed.”
It turned out heaven had not only great water pressure, unlimited hot water, and fancy soaps, it also had thick fluffy bathrobes. Robbie wrapped Finn up in one, donned his own, then gave Finn a mischievous look and pulled the robe open to flash him.
What a goofball. Finn scrubbed a sleeve over his face to hide his smile.
Then Robbie swept him up around the waist and dropped onto the sofa with Finn in his lap. Probably best to avoid the bed.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Finn said back, squirming a little to get more comfortable. Robbie had bony knees. Somehow he felt more naked now than he had when Robbie was taking him apart.
“So that was, uh.” Robbie paused to rub the back of his neck. “I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”
A hysterical giggle bubbled up to Finn’s lips. “Oh, you think?”
Robbie bonked his forehead against Finn’s shoulder. “I should apologize.”
