“Finn,” he pleaded, trembling all over from how close he was without any attention on his cock, which was leaking insistent spots of wetness onto the sheets.
“Okay,” Finn said softly. “Now you’re ready.”
Yes, sir, Teddy thought again, reveling in Finn’s authority. Maybe that was part of what made being with him so easy, because Finn was the only person Teddy had ever been able to give control to and feel safe, trusting completely in where he’d lead him.
And indeed, he led Teddy right to where he wanted to be, welcoming the press of Finn’s head. Fuller than two fingers but not so large as three, Finn pushed in slowly, stretching Teddy at an agonizing pace to gauge his comfort. It almost made Teddy hiss like before when Finn neared the base, so close to being fully inside him, but he paused to let Teddy adjust, and the final push home broke a ragged cry from Teddy’s throat.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Pressing another kiss to Teddy’s neck, Finn slid the hand that had guided him inside up around Teddy’s waist and reached for his erection, stroking once very slowly before he started torock back and thrust forward, moving his hand in time with his rhythm.
“See, you don’t have to move your hips at all like this.”
“Ngnn… I s-s-still… want to,” Teddy gasped. God, he wanted to pound back against Finnhard.
“I know, but I got you.”
He had him from behind, molded against his back, thrusts moving slow and then more powerfully, and finally picking up pace. He had him in front as well with the wrap of his fingers, jerking his hand in sync with his hips so Teddy was surrounded and attended to at every angle without ever having to move.
It felt selfish and wonderful to be that closely held and cared for.
Teddy shook and struggled to catch his breath, feeling himself all too quickly building toward an end. Finn read his tells as easily as he did when Teddy was his patient, knowing to hasten his strokes and rock more fervently forward.
He panted, too, warm against Teddy’s neck, so strong in his care for him but just as frantic to reach an end. There were no words as his pace quickened more and more, no sound but breath, no cohesive thought in Teddy’s mind but release, and when it finally struck, he felt a tingle course all through him.
Spurting over Finn’s fingers, Teddy had to rock forward, he had to, just a little to see him through his orgasm. The compulsion made his hip protest, but not enough for him to regret it.
Finn’s fingers, slowing and turning gentler, squeezed one last time as his hips stuttered like they had while hovering over Teddy’s face, finishing after him with a few quiet groans. His forehead rested between Teddy’s shoulder blades again, and then he kissed him there again, and the buzz Teddy had felt through every moment lingered into the aftermath like a warm blanket draped over him just as Finn still was.
“I am truly grateful you decided to seduce me,” Teddy said.
“Me too.” Finn chuckled. “And that when I decided to be stupid… you followed anyway and seduced me right back.”
“Well, even stupid, you are nearly impossible to resist.” Teddy tilted his head back to coax a kiss, and that, too, was better than anything he’d thought he could have in this chapter of his life.
They caught their breaths, and Finn disentangled from him to go to the master bath to clean up, coming back with a dampened cloth to wipe away the remaining traces from Teddy, though most of the mess had stayed with him.
“I feel entirely indulgent letting you do all the work,” Teddy said, rolled onto his back now and lounging contently like a—dammit again—cat, as Finn chucked the cloth back toward the bathroom and returned at a pleased prowl.
“Good,” he said again, kissing Teddy and snuggling beside him. “My new lease on life about always taking chances does tend to lead to overindulgence on occasion.”
“At risk of that leading to more visits to Blaise’s bakery and pounds to my midsection, I’m up for anything.”
“Still?” Finn waggled an eyebrow, playful fingers dancing down Teddy’s chest toward his length.
“Maybe not that up.” Teddy knew Finn was mostly joking, though that made him want to be playful back. “At least not until morning. Then, when you sit on my face, how about this time, I don’t let you get away?”
The flutter of Finn’s eyes away from Teddy and back up again was déjà vu—something Teddy recognized now as a sign of the man Finn had been before they met, more hesitant and unsure, but then the lock of their eyes proved the confident person he was trying to be.
“Tough sell,” Finn teased. “But how about, after that, we work on your morning stretches by getting your ankles over my shoulders, and I’ll return the favor?”
Shit. Finn never failed to meet Teddy challenge for challenge. “I think I can manage that if my physical therapist approves.”
Finn pulled Teddy closer with a gentle tug at his waist. “I’ve been told I work miracles.”
