Finn nodded.
Sneaking a kiss on his adorable bottom, Maurice continued slowly pumping his fingers, hitting just the right spot to open Finn. With his other hand, he reached around and gently played with Finn’s nipples.
“Let me know if I hurt you or if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Please.”
Maurice steered his cock slowly and deeply into Finn’s opening. He was tight inside. His rhythm started slowly at first, while Finn grew accustomed to the fullness of his erection inside him. The velvet-like texture inside Finn was something Maurice deeply loved. He picked up the speed and pounded harder and faster.
“It feels so good. Daddy Maurice, please don’t stop.”
Maurice changed between long strokes and short ones. He was deep and stayed inside, banging his heavy balls against Finn’s. He didn’t stop pumping, just increased his speed.
The overwhelming need to release crept up as Maurice filled Finn completely. It was no longer a fantasy to share an enormous bed; the reality of its size, meant for two, was now undeniable.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it… Oh, fuck, yeah.” The waves of orgasm overcame him as he thrust deeply and came. Maurice continued pumping through his organism. He flipped Finn to his side and stroked his erection. As Maurice rode him harder, Finn moaned with pleasure.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Um, it feels so good. Oh, fuck.” Finn panted the words.
Maurice felt dizzy. He fell back onto the bed after pulling out of Finn, and they just lay there quietly for a few minutes, catching their breath. He threw his used condom into the nearby trash can.
Finn rolled over, biting at Maurice’s ear and kissing his neck, which felt incredibly nice. Finn’s cock rubbed against his leg as he kissed him. Maurice moved down and took Finn’s cock into his mouth. Immediately, Finn moaned sweet sounds.
Maurice wanted to taste his release hitting the back of his throat. Within a short time, Finn exploded in his mouth. They relaxed in each other’s arms.
“You are mine,” Maurice whispered into Finn’s ear.
“I want to be yours.” Finn sat up. “No one will get near me with you at my side.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Maurice
Their bodies were usedto being tangled and ended up that way. Maurice lay there with Finn tucked against him, their legs naturally tangled the way they always seemed to end up, as if their bodies had already decided they were done pretending to be separate. The sheets were soft, warm from their skin, and the quiet of the room felt like a reward after days of a cramped bed and hallway noise.
Finn shifted closer, his nose brushing Maurice’s collarbone. “This bed is dangerous,” he mumbled. “I might never get up.”
Maurice laughed under his breath, running a slow hand down Finn’s back. “I don’t blame you. I could stay right here all day.”
For the moment, they did. Just breathing. Letting the stillness settle around them. The city outside was faint—distant traffic, a foghorn somewhere near the bay—but in the room, everything felt soft and slow.
Eventually, Finn’s stomach growled loud enough to break the spell.
Maurice smirked. “Hungry?”
Finn tipped his head back, eyes half-closed. “Starving.”
Maurice stretched, feeling the cool air hit his skin where the blankets had slipped. “We should probably talk about lunch before you gnaw on my arm.”
Finn laughed, rolling onto his back but keeping their legs tangled. “What are you thinking?”
Maurice glanced toward the window, where a slice of San Francisco sky peeked through—bright, fog-washed, promising. “Fisherman’s Wharf. Something warm. Something with bread.”
Finn perked up immediately. “Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
Finn grinned, nudging Maurice’s hip with his knee. “Then get me out of this bed before I fall asleep again.”
