“God, look at you, babygirl. Cock drunk already, aren’t you?”
Finn gasped and pulled at Robbie’s hair.
“Jesus, barely inside you and already you’re stupid with it. You like being stuffed full that much, huh, sweetheart? Your poor cunt has been so empty, hasn’t it?”
“Ngh, Robbie, fuck—fuck me, please.”
As if he could refuse such a request.
He settled his weight to ensure he was stable, then started to fuck, throwing his back into it so he could give Finn the railing he’d been begging for.
Finn came alive under him, squirming and groaning and clenching around Robbie, letting out breathyah, ah, ahsevery time Robbie slammed home. Robbie’s ego had never felt so good.
Fuck, he was beautiful, and Robbie was going to blow his load too soon if he wasn’t careful. Only the thought of disappointing Finn, of not being able to fuck him through his orgasm, kept him in check. God, Robbie could fuck forever if it meant seeing Finn squirming on his cock and hearing him beg to come.
“Robbie, please, please, let me— Can I? Please, let me come.”
But he didn’t reach for his dick. That kind of good behaviour deserved a reward.
“Good girl.” Finn moaned. “You want me to rub your clit?”
“Yes, yes, please!”
Robbie braced himself on one elbow and reached down to grasp Finn’s wet, leaking cock. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the head. “Like this, babygirl? My thumb on your clit? Gonna come on my cock now?”
“Oh my God.” Finn’s head fell back on the pillow, eyes closed, mouth open. “Please!”
“Good girl.” Robbie stroked him, long and slow. “Come when you’re ready, baby, wanna see it, feel it. Watch you squirt all over me, get even wetter, while your pussy clamps tight—”
Finn came with a wail, muscles locking, his thighs gripping Robbie closer and his fingers tugging at Robbie’s hair, pulling it from the braid he’d woven that morning.
For a long moment, Robbie couldn’t move—Finn was too tight and too beautiful. He was frozen in the face of Finn with his mouth slack from pleasure and come pooling on his abdomen and, Jesus, splattered up his chest practically to his chin. Robbie wanted to lick it, clean Finn with his tongue. Fuck. It was amazing that Robbie didn’t come there and then.
He licked his way back to Finn’s mouth and rolled his hips gently while he waited for Finn to come down.
When his eyes fluttered open and focused on Robbie again, Robbie was thinking about jerking off on his chest to increase the mess, but Finn pulled the plug on that when he slurred, “Robbie, Robbie, fuck me? Come inside me? Please?”
The words slammed into Robbie. Suddenly he had the image of Finn a mess of come, with it leaking from his ass, come-drunk and purring because Robbie had filled his cunt.
“You sure, baby? Want me to fuck you still? Your pussy not too sore?”
“No. No, never,” Finn promised unrealistically. “Fuck me ’til you come?”
“Fuck, baby, anything for you,” Robbie promised in return, and fucked Finn in sharp rolling thrusts until Finn was whimpering from overstimulation and Robbie was losing his goddamn mind. He thrust deep and came and came, filling the condom and wishing it wasn’t there.
He buried his face in Finn’s neck as he trembled with the force of his orgasm. Jesus, he’d never come so hard in his life. He hadn’t known sex could be like this. For several long seconds his brain was a blissful, echoing, empty space. No thoughts, just the brush of Finn’s chest hair against his as they heaved for breath, and the smell of sweat and come, and, eventually, a cramp in his toe.
Finally Finn said, “Robbie?”
“Nnnngh?” Robbie said. He’d developed several involuntary muscle spasms. He felt like he’d been Zambonied.
“Oh good. You’re not dead.”
Groaning, Robbie heaved himself to one side and faceplanted on the bed. “I just shot every last brain cell out my dick. Gimme a minute.”
A soft snicker. “Who’s come-dumb now?”
“Oh, me for sure.” With some effort, he rolled onto his side. Finn was still sweaty and red-faced with exertion, and aside from that he was… truly a disaster. Robbie was getting itchy just looking at the stuff crusting in his chest hair. “Okay, I think we need a shower. And then we can catch up?”
