Teddy grabbed Finn’s ass to hold him steady, causing an obscene whine to sound from Finn’s throat at the first hard suck and deep-throated hum. Clutching at the curve of the headboard to balance himself and keep from literally sitting on Teddy’s face, Finn dropped his head back, displaying the lovely length of his neck. He rocked down into Teddy’s mouth, gently but getting more wound up the longer Teddy swallowed him down, squeezing his ass possessively through it all.
Teddy barely remembered the stitches in his hand, slowly healing, since his mouth was doing the heavy lifting.
“O-o-o-kay,” Finn stuttered with a matching stutter of his hips. “I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.”
“I’m keeping everything up.” Teddy swatted friskily at Finn’s rear, buzzed on feeling and affection for this man more than anything he’d drunk that night. “Better continue taking advantage, Doc, while that’s still true.”
Finn giggled again, hiding his face as he climbed off Teddy to snatch up the supplies, as if the teasing was more to flail over than how Teddy had just been sucking his cock. “You make it sound so dirty.”
“It is.” Teddy looked at Finn adoringly, still keyed up and ready, though grateful he’d had the break to temper down his orgasm. “The naughty nurse who seduced me.”
“Physical therapist,” Finn said, which he failed at making sound authoritative since he was rock-hard and tearing open a condom packet.
“When you’re in scrubs, I can think of you any way I want.”
Finn laughed harder, returning to snuggle close to Teddy and gently tapping his shoulder. “Since you’re my patient, seduced or otherwise, you have to listen to me for your own good.” He punctuated the words by kissing Teddy deeply. “Now, roll onto your side. It’ll be the best position.”
Teddy had assumed as much, but it still sent a thrill through him thinking of what came next. After stealing another quick kiss, he rolled as requested—onto the side without his incision site so he could settle in comfortably.
The snap of the cap on the lube made him arch back in wait for Finn’s touch. Soon after, the slick slide of a finger teased him with a swirl around his puckered skin, gentle but quick with its first press inside. It slid in easy, and Teddy’s breath hitched at the answering come-hither stroke.
The last touch to so intimately caress him had been his own, and before then, he honestly couldn’t say.
He wanted to rock back into those gentle initial thrusts, but too much tension or movement made his hip ache like he knew it would. He had to stay still and let Finn do the work, which made it a challenge that, at least with Finn, was even more alluring.
Given how long it had been since he’d had a partner, however, he should have expected the familiar burn of a second finger stretching him, making him hiss.
“Relax,” Finn whispered, squeezing his shoulder in reassurance.
“Thought I was,” Teddy bit out, annoyed that his body was once again rebelling against what he wanted. “It’s been a while, and I… urg,” he groaned in frustration as another twist made him hiss louder.
“It’s okay,” Finn said as he withdrew his hand. “We’ll go slower, or we don’t even have to do this tonight. We can—”
“I want to,” Teddy said stubbornly.
“I know. So do I. But I don’t want you hissing at me.”
A sharp snicker broke the brief silence, which quickly turned into helpless laughter that caused Teddy to glare over his shoulder.
“I shudder to think what’s funny.”
“Sorry!” Finn said through his chuckles. “Shit, I’m sorry. Suddenly, all I could think was… ‘Here kitty, kitty.’” He burst out laughing again, forehead pressing between Teddy’s shoulder blades.
Remembering Finn’s drunken flirting on the beach that night, Teddy couldn’t help laughing too. They laughed so hard together that Teddy forgot to be frustrated with his body. It soothed him further when Finn’s laughter dwindled with a parting kiss to the back of his neck.
Finn snuggled closer again, and Teddy felt him twitch between his legs. Another kiss grazed his neck as a freshly slickened finger returned to stretch once more inside him.
Maybe it was because of the pause or the laughter, but even when that prodding finger doubled into two, there wasn’t the same burn, and the first truly deep thrust with both made Teddy moan instead of hiss.
“There we are,” Finn puffed against his neck. “Just needed to make you laugh, huh?”
“Like few can.Shit.” It was a good curse, because the more Teddy sank into the sensations and relaxed, the better each stretch felt.
He could feel Finn teasing the tip of a third finger when he already felt so full, but that last digit merely danced along the rim while the two inside him pushed deeper, twisting to keep opening him up.
This was how Teddy remembered it; he’d just needed to let his body get there on its own time.
He haggardly told Finn he was fine now, ready, more than prepared, but Finn hushed him and kept on, fucking him slowly with those talented fingers until Teddy was panting hard, a mewling puddle on the bed.
