“I am now.” Finn grinned down at him, letting his fingers slip just a little lower on this stroke as Nolan groaned in dismay.
Impatience had long been one of his greatest failings, and now he was paying for it.
Finn moved his other hand under Nolan’s body. He’d been kidding. He wasn’treallygoing to make Nolan wait, after all.
Nolan closed his eyes, a tiny, needy sound escaping him as Finn’s fingers circled his hole. He took a breath to relax, waiting for Finn to breach him for the first time…
Nothing.
Finn kept stroking, adding just a little more pressure, but nowhere near enough to slip inside.
Hewasgoing to make Nolan wait.
Nolan whined, meeting Finn’s eyes to plead silently with him. Surely his kind, beautiful, perfect Finn wasn’t going to bethiscruel?
In response, Finn smirked.
“It’s been less thanoneminute,” he said, rubbing back and forth over Nolan’s hole, leaving him squirming for more pressure, more friction, for the barest taste of Finn inside him.
Hewantedthis, and two minutes might as well have been a lifetime.
“You’re somean,” Nolan complained. “You’re supposed to be the compassionate animal rescue guy. I’msuffering,” he said, nodding to the bead of precome welling up at the tip of his cock.
Finn chuckled. “This is for your benefit,” he said. “I’m giving you some time to think about how bad you want it. How good it’s gonna feel to have someone else’s fingers inside you, how you’re justwaitingfor a nice thick cock to fill you up and you can’t think about anything else.”
Nolan’s breath hitched, his stomach clenching with a sudden rush of arousal. Finn’s voice had always been hot, but when he was describing exactly how desperate Nolan was, and why, and what he wanted…
Damn.Nolan could barely breathe past the heavy weight of lust welling up inside him, his hips tight as he tried to stop himself from rocking helplessly against Finn’s fingers, knowing his two minutes wasn’t up yet.
For whatever reason, he’d expected Finn to be a little shy in bed. Maybe even awkward.
But now that they were getting to know each other, he clearly didn’t mind murmuring all kinds of dirty things in the interest of torturing Nolan.
“Tell me what you want,” Finn purred. “Might make the minute you’ve got left go a little faster.”
Nolan gasped as he pressed the tip of his finger firmly against him,almostenough pressure to slip inside, but not quite. He screwed his eyes closed and held his breath in the hopes that maybe Finn would have mercy on him, but the finger didn’t so much as twitch.
The feeling of being socloseand yet so far was almost unbearable.
Finn was going to make him spell out what he wanted, and Nolan’s cheeks were burning at the thought, hot arousal swirling in his gut.
Obviously,thiswas the point of a second person. Nolan would never doubt that sex with someone else had its merits again.
“I want…” Nolan began, breathless, the possibilities whirling around in his head too fast to grab onto just one of them. He wantedeverything. Everything Finn would give him.
“You,” he gritted out, forcing himself to take a deep breath, squirming as Finn’s fingers resumed the teasing circles around where hereallywanted them.
“Dammit, okay,” he panted. “Iwantto be sore in the morning, I wanna feel you inside me, I want your heat and yourwarmthand I want to share those few perfect moments after, when the whole world melts away and there’s nothing to worry about with you.”
He opened his eyes when Finn neither laughed nor responded any other way to find the other man staring at him, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide. Finn swallowed while he was watching, and then nodded.
“Yeah, okay,” he murmured, and finally,finally, Nolan’s breath caught in his throat as he slipped inside him, a low, rumbling groan sounding in his chest at the first hot stretch of Finn’s fingers—two, as promised, because Nolandidknow what he was doing, and Finn believed him.
It was nice to have someonelistenfor once, aside from everything else that was nice about Finn.
Stars burst in front of Nolan’s eyes, his vision unfocused as he adjusted to Finn’s fingers—the heat of them, the different angle, the way his hands were just that much bigger than Nolan’s, callused and a little rough. Nolan let his eyes fall closed again and sighed happily, rocking his hips in time with the slow, careful thrusts Finn was treating him to.
Making up for torturing him, he decided.
