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He pulls off just enough to look up at me.

“Then come.”

“Finn—”

“If you come, I promise I’ll make you hard again, and then I’ll fuck you.”

I stare at him, wondering what’s possessing this man. After the day he’s had, he still has the energy. His mouth is red and swollen, and his eyes are dark and unreadable.

My chest feels unbearably tight, but I nod, and he smiles.

Then he takes me back into his mouth, and I drop my head against the pillow and give up.

He doesn’t relent. His hand is around the base of my cock and whatever his mouth is doing should be considered illegal.

Then he pulls off my cock and starts paying attention to my balls. Breathing becomes an afterthought when he pushes my legs up, folding me until my knees are pressed against my chest.

“Oh my fucking⁠—”

His mouth is on my hole, and I no longer know what words are. He licks me open, his mouth soft but merciless until I’m shaking everywhere.

I try to hold on, but whatever control I thought I had over my body, I seem to have given it up to Finn because a minute later, I come untouched, spilling onto my own stomach with a broken sound.

I lie there wrecked, panting and staring at the ceiling, unable to move.

Finn kisses the inside of my thigh, then my hip bone.

I hear the click of the lube cap.

“Finn—”

“Shh.”

His finger is at my hole a second later. Cooled by the lube, gentle, teasing. My body is still trembling from my orgasm, and my brain hasn’t caught up yet.

I want to do something. Look at Finn, kiss him, or even return the favor, but I’m boneless, and it’s going to take me more than a minute.

Finn, it seems, isn’t done with me yet because he drags his tongue slowly through the mess on my stomach and then comes up to kiss me.

And that’s when Foster Crue completely ceases to exist on the terrestrial plane.

I taste myself in his mouth. Salt and sex and Griffin. It’s filthy, but I can’t stop kissing him. Our tongues move together, dancing around each other, and I whimper into his mouth.

“Fuck, Griffin.”

“You like that?”

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I’m reminding you.”

I don’t know what he means, and I don’t have the mental space to ask because his finger is pushing inside me now. My body is simultaneously trying to float and come down to earth.

He kisses me deeper while his finger works me open slowly. He adds a second and a third finger until my body is singing and desperate for him.

“Finn.”

“Yeah.”