Prince had always had a good eye and ear for business.It was what had kept him successful for so long, and he appreciated intelligent people.He considered Finn to be one of them.From what little Bevin had shared with him about his best friend, Finn was proud.He would never ask for help, even when he needed it, yet he was always the first to step in when his friends needed something.This felt different, though.It wasn’t personal.At least that was what Prince kept telling himself.But listening to Finn talk about his plans, seeing that spark of excitement in his eyes, had stirred something in him.Something that felt dangerously close to personal.And it made Prince want to help, to see Finn's dreams become real.
Prince recalled Finn’s shocked expression.Why did his face turn so red?The thought nagged him.I should go talk to him.
Getting up from the table, Prince took the stairs two at a time and headed straight for Finn’s room.He paused for a moment before gently knocking on the door.
“Finn, are you okay?”Prince called, uncertainty in his voice.He wasn’t sure if that was the right question to ask, especially when Finn didn’t answer right away.
When a soft but clear response finally came from the other side, Prince slowly let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Yeah, I… ah… I think I drank too much wine,” Finn admitted, his voice muffled through the door.
Prince thought back to their meal.Finn had only had maybe one and a half glasses of wine.It was Prince who had drunk most of the bottle, and unease settled low in his stomach.
Did he pretend he could handle his alcohol better than he actually could?And now he’s embarrassed to let me see him drunk?
It sounded plausible, but for some reason, it didn’t sit right with Prince.His instincts would not let it settle, yet he still wondered if he was overthinking things.He didn’t like the way Finn had sounded through the door, that faint hesitation lingering in his mind.Still, he couldn’t barge into Finn's bedroom and demand that he talk, so he had to leave it alone for now.Sighing quietly, Prince returned to the kitchen and began cleaning up, his thoughts still circling as he wondered if he had somehow hurt Finn's pride.
Finn didn’t questionthe darkness.It was part of the games they played.The silk tie covering his eyes, the sheets biting into his wrists, the fabric wrapped loosely around his neck, giving him a pleasurable burn whenever he moved his head or even swallowed.The slow press of another body settling over his only ignited his desire further.
With his eyes covered, Finn's senses felt heightened.An alluring scent surrounded him, making him buzz with need.It seemed familiar, but before he could grasp where he knew it from, soft but slightly firm lips brushed against his.The kiss was unhurried, almost teasing.His lover's mouth lingered against his, as if savoring the reaction Finn could not hide.
He was so aroused it ached, his body responding to even the softest touch to his lips.Finn turned his head, breaking the kiss, gasping when the sheet tugged against his neck and wrists.A firm hand caught his jaw, turning his face back, and his lips were claimed again.This kiss was different.Not teasing, but intense and demanding, leaving no room for misunderstanding.Finn's lips tingled from the pressure, heat spreading through him as his body reacted instantly.
Strong hands moved over him, slow and deliberate.Every light brush across his skin sent another wave of sensation through him.His breath grew uneven as their mouths moved together again, tongues meeting and parting as they tasted each other.Finn's chest burned from the lack of air, yet he barely noticed.Lost in the moment, he tried to lift his legs to wrap them around his lover's waist, but firm hands caught his knees and pushed them apart.
Finn's lover expertly ground his cock against Finn's while nibbling at his lips, his breath coming out in uneven pants.A deep growl cut through the room as the kiss broke, and Finn dragged in a desperate breath of air.His lover didn’t move far.Instead, his lips traveled slowly from Finn's jaw to his cheek and then to his ear.Finn couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him, nor the shiver that followed as the rough brush of a beard tickled his skin and sent a ripple of heat through his body.
"Mine," came a low, familiar voice.
The word struck him like a shock.
Finn's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he struggled to steady his racing heart and calm the heat still pulsing through his body.
"What the hell was with that dream?"
Finn closed his eyes, and the images rushed back all at once.Everything had felt so real: the scent, the touch, the taste.He lifted his fingers to his lips, still tingling as he remembered the soft yet heated kiss.His body, which had not fully cooled from sleep, grew warmer as the memory replayed.Finn could almost still feel the rough brush of his lover's beard and mustache against his heated skin.
A low moan escaped his parched lips.Beneath the covers, his cock hardened again, pressing insistently against the fabric of his pajama pants as the dream replayed in vivid flashes.His breath grew uneven as the sensations returned, his body tightening with need.He shifted restlessly on the bed, heat pooling low in his stomach as the memories refused to fade.The more he remembered, the harder it became to push the dream out of his mind.
But it wasn’t just the images that played like an erotic movie in his mind.It was the deep, husky voice in his ear whispering one simple word, a word that felt like a claim on his body and made his balls draw tight.Finn knew that voice.And he recognized the deep, aching desire he felt for the man who haunted the dream.
Prince.
Recalling the way the man had said the word with such soft authority, Finn's nipples hardened and ached with every breath he took, brushing against the thin fabric of his nightshirt.Each inhale made the sensitive peaks drag against the cloth again, sending another pulse of heat through his chest and down his spine.
Finn's cock was hard and leaking precum, the slick wetness helping his fist glide slowly up and down his shaft and making his entire body quiver with friction.His breath grew uneven as he stroked himself, his thumb swiping through the bead of precum pooling at the swollen head with each upstroke, smearing the slick liquid down his length.The memory of that deep voice echoed in his mind.Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Finn sucked on them slowly, coating each digit with saliva before lowering his hand again, his body still burning with the lingering sensations of the dream.
Without releasing his erection, Finn shifted onto his hands and knees, pressing his shoulders deeper into the mattress and spreading his thighs as wide as he could manage.The position made his breath hitch as the heat in his body sharpened, his cock hanging heavy and flushed between his legs, another bead of precum gathering at the tip and threatening to drip.Not bothering to push his pants down, he reached behind himself and slid his wet fingers between his ass cheeks, circling his tight hole before slowly pressing two digits inside.
Finn hissed softly, Prince's name slipping from his lips as his fingers moved deeper inside him, curling and stretching his hole wide, wishing it was the other man's thick cock splitting him open and giving him that pleasurable burn.He hooked his fingers and brushed against his prostate, his hole clenching greedily as his hips rocked back to take them deeper, chasing that spark of pleasure while his other hand stroked his erection slowly.The fantasy deepened, vivid images of Prince Sullivan filling his mind, fucking him sweet and tender, then rough, taking and claiming every inch of him.His breath hitched as he imagined how Prince's hard chest, dusted with fine hair, would feel pressed against his back.A third finger joined the first two, and he moaned, the sound muffled against his pillow.The images kept coming, relentless and consuming, Prince's hand gripping the leather belt and using it until Finn's ass turned red and burning, his hole twitching at the thought of being used so thoroughly.
How can a man so sexy still be single?
Beads of sweat coated his skin, especially between his cheeks, making it easier for his fingers to glide in and out as waves of pleasure rolled through him.The sensation made his breath hitch again.He buried his face in his pillow to muffle the moans that kept slipping from his mouth.Finn's balls swung slightly with the movement of his hips, drawing tighter with every slow thrust of his hand.His legs trembled as the tension inside him built, the pressure mounting higher and higher.
Just as he felt himself getting dangerously close, his breath came in ragged bursts and his body tensed.A sudden sensation brushed against his cheek.Warm breath ghosted over his skin, and a deep, husky voice whispered in his ear as if it were real.
"Mine."That one word pushed him over the edge.
