“Little further back?” Finn asked, extending one finger to press on the sensitive spot just behind Nolan’s balls, rubbing back and forth.
If he was expecting a verbal answer, he’d be disappointed. All Nolan could do was gasp and nod again, desperate for everything Finn was willing to give him.
His breath hitched as Finn’s finger slid back further, just barely circling the sensitive skin of his hole. It wasn’t as though he’d never touched himself there before, but having someone else do it was a whole new experience.
“Good?” Finn asked, and Nolan finally managed to force himself to open his eyes and meet Finn’s gaze again. He couldn’t do much more than focus on breathing and nodding, but it was good to see Finn’s pupils blown so wide that his bright green eyes were almost black.
Finn’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. There was no mistaking how turned on he was by this.
“Just teasing,” Finn promised, rubbing his finger back and forth, drawing needy little sounds from Nolan with every touch. “Don’t worry.”
“Not worried,” Nolan gasped, shocked at his own ability to speak. But hewasn’tworried. Not at all.
Finn smiled at him again, the kind of smile that went straight to the pit of Nolan’s stomach, ramping the tension there up a notch.
“Relax,” Finn murmured, his voice low and soft.
Nolan let his eyes fall closed again, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Finn’s grip on his cock tightened, making him bite down on his lip and breathe through his nose.
He forced himself to concentrate on the dual sensations of Finn stroking his cock and circling his hole, hips rocking between them.
The bedsprings creaked in time with Nolan’s breathing, a counterpoint to the pounding of his heart in his ears. This was sogood.
“Finn,” he gasped, letting more of his weight settle on top of Finn’s hips, riding the hand under him, grinding down for more contact. More friction.
MoreFinn. Whatever he was willing to give, Nolan wanted it.
“Breathe,” Finn instructed, twisting his wrist to make Nolan whine even as he said it.
A broken laugh escaped him at the thought that he could becalmabout this. There was no way. This was the best night of his life so far.
Heat and tension pooled in his gut as Finn kept stroking him, his thighs burning with the effort of holding his position. The urge to come settled like a lead weight in the pit of his stomach, making Nolan squirm at every touch, overwhelmed by how hot everything felt, his skin suddenly a size too small.
It was too much and not enough all at once, leaving Nolan panting for air as his hips rocked back and forth, speeding up as the need to come built and built.
His teeth dug into his lower lip, a point of pain that only served to heighten the pleasure of Finn’s hands on him. Nolan’s thighs tightened around Finn’s hips, and it was so easy to imagine himself riding Finn’s cock eagerly, fucking himself hard and fast, anddamndid he want that.
“Come for me,” Finn murmured, pressing down hard on the sensitive spot behind Nolan’s balls, the sudden shock of pleasure knocking the air out of Nolan’s lungs.
Even if he hadn’twantedto come, he wouldn’t have had any other choice, a hot rush of pleasure and pressure racing down his spine and bursting right behind his balls. It felt as though his heart had stopped for a moment, a low groan tearing from his throat as he tumbled over the edge, the force of his orgasm making his hips surge forward. His fingers tightened on Finn’s chest, digging in deep as he bucked his hips and felt the all-consuming rush of coming harder than he could ever remember coming before.
He sobbed as his cock spilled over Finn’s hand, relief and pleasure washing over him as his hips rocked into it, his whole body throbbing as he finished, thrusting hard into the circle of Finn’s fingers.
Aftershocks made him gasp and moan, tapering off to tiny sparks of pleasure as he rode out the last few seconds of what felt like an impossibly long orgasm.
By the time Finn took his hand away, Nolan was panting and wrung out, utterly spent, his thighs trembling and his head still spinning.
All that just from Finn’shand. What would the rest of it be like?
He glanced down at Finn’s cock, still hard and glistening with precome, and felt a tiny pang of guilt at having forgotten about him.
Exhausted as he was, Nolan reached out to touch, wanting Finn to enjoy himself, too.
Finn batted his hand away gently, wrapping his own fingers around the shaft instead.
“Just watch,” Finn murmured, gasping as he started to stroke himself.
Nolan obeyed, mesmerized by the movement of Finn’s hand and the way his cock pulsed in it, still leaking precome, the head dark with blood. The thought that it was because ofhim, that Finn was getting off on being with him made his head spin all over again.
