Robbie felt like he’d been whacked in the head with a blunt object. He made a noise of surprise around Finn’s cock as his own erection throbbed in his pants.
“I did what you said,” Finn went on. Robbie barely heard him over the rushing sound of his blood flowing south. “All week. I was so good, I didn’t—”
Robbie pulled his mouth off Finn’s dick and bit the inside of his thigh.
“—fuck, I played with myself but I never,nnngh, I never touched where you said I couldn’t, because you said it was yours—”
Robbie was going to have an aneurysm. This was how he was going to die, fully dressed for some godforsaken reason and with his face between Finn’s legs and Finn’s hands in his hair. He fumbled for the fly of his shorts as Finn went on, making not even the slightest attempt to sound feminine.
“And I’m already so wet for you.”
Robbie closed his eyes and closed his fist around the base of his cock. When he opened his eyes again, Finn was smirking, dick hard against his stomach, cheeks red, expression full of mischief.
Somehow Robbie pulled himself together and stripped the rest of his clothes off. “I thought I said that pussy was mine. You weren’t supposed to touch it.”
“I didn’t,” Finn lied blatantly as Robbie fixed his gaze on the telltale shine around his hole. “But I got so excited thinking about you—”
You asshole, Robbie thought. He snatched a condom off the bed and tore it open. He wanted to give Finn the eyebrow of skepticism, but it was taking all his motor control not to rip the latex. “Yeah? Were you thinking about me, babygirl? Thinking about this?”
Whatever Finn said, he wasn’t getting Robbie’s dick before he got his fingers. Not the first time, anyway. The lube spilled over his hand and onto the bedspread, but who cared? Robbie pushed two fingers in and suppressed a shudder when Finn only parted his thighs and groaned.
“Yeah,” Finn rasped, working his hips against Robbie’s hand. “You promised you’d—fuckme.”
“I will,” Robbie promised. He felt like he was out of his body as he pushed his fingers in and out, but he was determined to get some agency back. Finn didn’t get to call all the shots. He swallowed convulsively and curled his fingers. “But you gotta ask nice, babygirl.”
Finn dug his heels into the mattress and raised his head, chest heaving. His expression saidare you kidding meand alsokeep going.“Fuck—fuckme, please, Robbie.”
Robbie pushed in a third finger and rubbed deliberately over Finn’s prostate. He dropped back to the bed, cursing. “You need me to fuck you?” he asked. Finn’s cock was drooling copiously against his stomach. “Fuck your tight pussy?”
“Hahhhh,” Finn said. “Yeah, yeah, yes.”
Robbie fluttered his lips over the tip of Finn’s cock. “Ask me for it.” He wanted to hear the word from Finn’s mouth. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
He let Finn’s dick slap wetly against his stomach.
“Jesus, Robbie—fucking—fuck mycunt.”
Want hit Robbie low in the stomach, his dick jerking and blurting pre. Fuck yes.
“As you wish, darling.” Robbie settled between Finn’s glorious thighs, which he eagerly clamped around Robbie’s hips.
“Please, now!” Finn arched his back and lifted his hips, as if trying to get Robbie inside him.
Robbie leaned forward and claimed Finn’s mouth in a filthy kiss and pushed in until he was buried in Finn up to the hilt.
Finn spasmed around him and clutched at Robbie’s shoulders. He tossed his head back and moaned. “Robbie, Robbie, God.”
Robbie nuzzled Finn’s long throat and breathed deep, adjusting to the tight heat and catching his breath before he moved.
“You good, babygirl?” He pulled back to look Finn in the eye and found him staring back with half-lidded eyes.
“So good,” he slurred. “You feel—fuck—so good.” He clenched and Robbie nearly went cross-eyed.
Robbie rolled his hips, grinding more than thrusting, to get his own back. Finn let out a noise Robbie could only describe as a purr, and Robbie had to kiss him filthy.
Finn released his grip on Robbie’s shoulders and tangled his fingers in Robbie’s hair. It was Robbie’s turn to purr.Note to self, wear hair down next time so Finn can pull it as much as he likes.
Releasing Finn’s delicious mouth, Robbie pulled back and took in the sight of his flushed face, parted lips, and glazed eyes.
