“Such a pretty thing,” Finley murmured as he kissed a path down Jonah’s jaw. “Can I mark you?”
“Sure?”
Finley huffed out a laugh and bit down just hard enough that Jonah whined, back arching from the door. The bruise throbbed when he’d done, and Finley licked over it, leaning back just far enough to admire his handiwork.
Jonah looked at the dildo still in his hand. “This is really... modelled on you?”
Finley grinned. “You think they overestimated?”
“Not like I’ve seen it yet.”
Another kiss, and Jonah sucked on Finley’s tongue, gratified to hear him groan. When they parted, Finley pressed their foreheads together. “Get on your knees,” he said.
Jonah’s stomach twisted, cock twitching in excitement. There were doubts in the back of his mind, of course; that this was a good idea, that it would end well – but as far as he was concerned, he was just having some fun.
He slid to his knees on the plush carpet, staring up into Finley’s face. Finley stroked a hand through his hair. “So pretty,” he murmured, and it was as though his eyes were gold for a moment like there was something else in there. “So obedient.”
Jonah felt himself blush. He dropped the dildo onto the carpet and reached for the fastenings on Finley’s pants. When Finley didn’t stop him, Jonah got his pants open, and then he was reaching inside and pulling out his cock.
Holy shit!
Even half-hard as he was now, Finley was huge. His cock was thicker than all but the largest of the dildos Jonah already owned, curving up as he began to fill under Jonah’s startled gaze.
The hand in Jonah’s hair tightened, and he glanced up. “I hope you’re not just planning to stare at me all day.”
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “I don’t go around sucking off all my toys, you know.”
Finley laughed, and when he spoke again, his voice was a rumbling purr. “You want to make an exception?”
Jonah didn’t need convincing. He leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue over the head of Finley’s cock, then along his length. Finley let out a pleased sound, and though the hand in Jonah’s hair didn’t loosen, he didn’t force Jonah any which way, either.
Stroking what he couldn’t take into his mouth, Jonah sucked, moaning at the feeling of Finley thickening on histongue. His pre-cum was a burst of salt and Jonah moaned again, chasing that taste, his tongue dipping into Finley’s slit.
Jonah pulled off to take a breath and reached to roll Finley’s balls in one hand, grinning at the choked-off moan it produced. Still, there was something... He frowned, glancing at the dildo before he looked at Finley’s cock again.
“Don’t know if I like that expression on a face that close to my dick,” Finley said.
Jonah huffed out a laugh and looked up. Finley had his other hand braced against the wall above Jonah’s head, and his body was leaning in, crowding him. Jonah liked it. It was as though Finley was keeping the whole world away from them.
“The toy’s different.”
Finley winked again. “That’s a surprise for later.”
“You’re gonna get it up for round two?”
“Oh, the mouth on you,” Finley said, but his grin only widened. “You don’t need to worry about any of our stamina, sweetheart.”
“Really? I guess if you’ve got me doing all the work, then that makes sense.”
The hand in Jonah’s hair tightened again, and he leaned forward, tongue darting out to flick over the head of Finley’s cock.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, pretty boy?”
Jonah sucked his lower lip into his mouth as his dick throbbed in his pants. “Yes.”
“Good. Open up. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stop.”
Jonah nodded, opening his mouth obediently. Finley stared at him for a long moment before he moved, slowly feeding Jonah his cock. Jonah groaned around him, eyes fluttering closed as Finley’s cock hit the back of his throat. Finley groaned, too, and held himself there for a moment where Jonah felt like he was floating.
