“More of that,” Nolan demanded. “More,” he added for emphasis, wanting to make sure Finn got the idea that it wasgood, that he wanted it, that if Finn wanted to fuck him into the mattress, he was fine with that.
Finn nodded, letting his head drop so he was breathing against the sensitive skin of Nolan’s throat, pressing soft kisses there as he thrust into him again, andagain, hard enough to make the bed frame slam against the wall, the mattress springs squeaking in concert with Nolan’s happy, satisfied sighs as Finn fucked him like he meant it.
The white-hot pressure of his orgasm welled up in the pit of Nolan’s stomach, and he was so close to coming now that he could practically taste it in the back of his throat.
“More,” Nolan gasped, desperate to come. Desperate for Finn tomakehim come, and to feel Finn come inside him.
The next thrust made Nolan gasp, Finn’s hips slamming against his own hard enough to leave a bruise, his fingers tightening around Nolan’s shoulder to the point of pain, anddamndid he want to look in the mirror in the morning and see the outlines of Finn’s fingertips there.
He wanted Finn to leave a visible mark to go with the invisible one, the subtle change that would make some part of Nolanhis, forever, in a way neither of them could undo.
He’d always be Nolan’s first now.
Finn gasped into Nolan’s ear, grunts of effort escaping him with every thrust, a pained hiss as he reached his limit. Nolan could feel the tension in his body, tell he was ready to come, too, right on the edge and just waiting for a push over it.
“Come inside me,” Nolan murmured into his ear, feeling a rush of lust as he voiced what he wanted most in the world right now.
Finn’s breath hitched, his hips stilling for a moment, and even Nolan could feel the dam breaking inside him. A low moan rumbled in Finn’s chest, and their bodies were so close together that Nolan could feel it as well, a tiny vibration that shook all the way to his core as Finn started to come.
His hips rocked against Nolan’s again, riding out his orgasm with short, sharp strokes, tightening his grip on Nolan’s cock as he came inside him.
Nolan gasped at the sensation, blood rushing in his ears at how new and strange it was as his own orgasm hit, hard and fast, his cock spilling over Finn’s hand and both of their stomachs as he tightened his thighs around Finn’s waist, letting loose a low, needy moan as Finn fucked him through it.
Each new thrust pushed another wave of pleasure through him, drawing out Nolan’s orgasm in a way he’d never managed before, too distracted by coming to keep fucking himself the way Finn was.
He panted as the heavy pulses of pleasure turned into light, tingling aftershocks that made him squirm as they hit him. Finn slowed to a stop but stayed inside him, holding himself up on trembling arms and gasping for breath.
Damn.
The world spun around Nolan’s head as he started to come down, blood rushing in his ears. Everything between his navel and his knees ached with the effort of being fucked and coming so hard he’d seen stars, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Nolan’s heart clenched at seeing Finn exhausted and vulnerable like this. He doubted just anyone got to see it.
Like Finn said, he actually hadn’t had a lot of experience, either. Nolan only knew about the one boyfriend, and he thought that was probably because there’d onlybeenone. One serious one, anyway.
“I can take your weight,” Nolan murmured, running a hand along Finn’s bicep and feeling how tight it was. He was personally built like a collection of noodles, but he still knew what a tense muscle felt like.
And he cared for Finn. He cared so damnedmuchfor Finn that he was right on the verge of saying something that would almost certainly ruin everything.
Finn shook his head, groaning with effort as he pulled out gently and then rolled over, the mattress shaking as his weight hit it all at once.
Immediately missing the contact, Nolan followed him, rolling onto his side to curl up against Finn. Anything to keep the closeness he’d just felt.
He made a soft, satisfied sound once he was comfortable, with one leg thrown over Finn’s and his head resting on Finn’s shoulder, hugging his arm.
Finn sighed a huge, satisfied sigh once Nolan settled, and it went straight to his heart.
Finn washappy. Nolan was happy, too.
Maybe they could both keep being happy together?
Nolan smiled at the thought. He really liked the idea of being together-together with Finn.
“So, feel any different?” Finn asked, his voice rough.
“Whole lot more tired than I was when we started,” Nolan murmured, snuggling a little closer.
“I mean about—”
