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My hands fumble with the lube, but I manage to get the bottle open and coat my hand.

It gives me a second to focus on something else.

Pull myself back from the brink. Just to be a shithead, I flex my dick, making it jerk.

The move breaks the hyper-intense spell Finn seems to be under, the fierce look on his face cracking with a small smile.

“Just fucking do it already.”

Apparently, it’s hard for him to maintain his newfound gruff demeanour when he’s trying to not laugh. It gives me a little more of my balance back.

“Naw, Finny baby. You want to see me make myself come?” I wrap my now slick hand around my cock, pumping my fist up and swirling over the head.

“You know I do.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, giving up all pretenses and cupping his cock through his pants. It’s gotta be painful, all wrapped up like that.

My tongue darts out to lick at the now dried blood on my lip, enjoying the shot of pleasure it shoots through me.

My fist moves in earnest now, working in time with my hips, while my other hand continues to touch everywhere else.

Stroking my tense thighs, teasing my still sensitive nipples, toying with my balls dangerously high and tight to my body.

It’s nice to not be holding a phone, so I can really drive myself crazy, I think, my head falling back with a moan when I shuttle a twisting hand over my head while my other hand presses on my taint.

Between how wound up I am and having Finn right there watching, my thighs quake with each thrust, the strain blending with the tingling sensation coiling through my muscles.

“Slow down,” Finn commands.

Opening my eyes, I tilt my head and look down at my glistening cock, the reddened head rising from my fist again and again with my furious rhythm. I force myself to follow Finn’s order, loosening my grip to bring myself back from the orgasm I can feel building in my spine.

“Lie back. Take your shorts off. They are in the way.” Finn’s terse, clipped orders only fuel the fever burning in my blood.

I fall back onto the bed, kicking off my shorts in jerky, frantic movements that make Finn chuckle. It’s different to his usual laugh, throatier. Darker. Hotter.

As soon as I’m free of the fabric, my hand is back around my cock, taking me right back to the brink.

“Wait.”

I whimper but obey.

“Touch yourself. Not there,” Finn admonishes when I go to touch my dick again. My hole practically quivers when I realise what he means.

I still want him to say the words, though. I’m desperate to hear it.

Despite the way my body protests, I rise up on one elbow, a smirk on my face .

“Where do you want me to touch then, Finn? Here?” I graze a hand over my stomach. “What about here?” I pluck at my nipple, trying to not laugh giddily at the sneer on his handsome face.

“What about here?” I press my fingers below the throbbing vein in my neck, making it pop, knowing he can already sense the torturous pulse like I can sense his. “Or here?” My fingers trace the defined V lines of my hips, all the way down to the seam of my thighs.

Just when I think I’ve pushed him too far, and he’s going to burst out of his chair and launch himself at me, he surprises me.

“Your hole, Kai. I want to watch you stretch yourself open. Now.” It’s a plea, not an order this time. His impatient craving makes my stomach clench and my toes curl.

“Whatever you want, Finn. Anything.”

My obedience isn’t exactly selfless. Falling back on the bed, raising a knee to show him exactly what he wants to see, I circle my hole with one finger before pressing it inside.

Is that my groan or Finn’s? Don’t know, don’t care. I feel too fucking good for that. Once I’m in to the second knuckle, I slide my finger out and plunge it back inside.

“Another one. You can take another one.” Finn growls from his chair.

He’s right, but before I can add another finger, I definitely need more lube. I take a second to slick myself back up and reach back down between my ass to slide both fingers inside myself.

Pre-cum pools on my belly where it drips off my twitching cock. When I accidentally brush against my prostate, my body jerks, a harsh cry ripping from my chest.

“Finn, I need to touch…” It’s hard to form the words, my body unwilling to surrender the brain power for anything but pleasure.

“Not yet, Kai. Wait. ”

Gods, I want to do what he says but I can’t wait any more. My heels dig into the bed, as my hips writhe, fucking up into my fist and down onto my fingers.

It fucking hurts. The pleasure, the riding need to come, the desperate craving to bite. Blood and sex and Finn cloud my vision, everything blurring together as the lighting hot lust fires through every cell in my body.

There is a curse, but it sounds disjointed and fuzzy over the ringing in my ears.

“Need you, Finn. Please.” My voice fractures with a sob, but before I can break, I can feel the weight of him as he slams into me.

Hungry lips kiss against my mouth. It’s messy and feral, our fangs catching on flesh and tearing. The blood only adds to the frenzy. It feels like Finn is everywhere, all around me at once, but still it’s not enough.

We wrestle for a moment, getting into the right position, my shaking hands struggling to undo his pants enough to liberate his leaking dick from the confines of his pants.

It’s perfect. Just like I knew it would be. Just like him.

He feels perfect on top of me, the feeling of his clothes rough against my hyper sensitised skin, and the feeling of his thick cock in my hand driving me wild. In our frantic explorations our cockheads rub together. It’s a split second but it’s like fireworks in my senses.

His mouth tears away from me to taste me everywhere he can reach.

He laps at my chest, sucks at my collarbone for a second and moves on to nuzzle my shoulder, headbutting me until I get the hint.

I have to let go of his cock, but he makes up for it by grinding over my thigh and diving in to lick at my pit.

He moans loudly as he tastes me before his impatience to savour every inch wins and he delves into the crook of my neck .

His teeth tease the bite, dragging them over the straining cords of my neck until I am a shaking, desperate ball of need.

I tip my head to the side, exposing more of my neck to him in invitation.

Instincts will tell him exactly where to bite.

There is a mutter of something I’m not sure is a curse or a prayer to the Gods against my neck when I lock my legs around his waist and close my hand around our dicks.

He matches me perfectly. Everything is in perfect alignment. My heart jolts with a double beat, warm fuzzy feelings invading the chaotic moment.

His hips are rocking into me with gentle, hesitant movements, his teeth so fucking close to piercing my skin. He knows what he wants, he just can’t take it. Even though we both need it.

I wrap my free arm around his back, gripping his shirt for leverage and thrusting up into my fist.

“Do it, Finn.” It’s not elegant or poetic. Neither is his pained moan when his body melts against me, his hips riding us both over the edge of pleasure when his teeth finally, finally break through the skin of my neck.

The pain is always a shock, lasting a split second before the overwhelming pleasure takes over. He sucks against the bite and it’s like he’s sucking my cock through the pulls on my neck.

My body trembles with it, unable to do anything but submit to the feelings washing over me. Finn doesn’t let up for a second, his hips driving faster and faster with each pull of my blood.

The savage sound of him feeding fills the room.

I can feel the swell of his cock against mine as he gets impossibly harder, driven by the feeding lust. Teetering on the edge of my own orgasm, he sends me careening over the edge when he tears himself off my neck with an angry snarl and kisses my own blood back into me .

My cum explodes between us, my body spasming with the force of it. Finn swallows my cry, our kiss delving deeper like he wants to climb inside of me. I can taste it all on him.

His hips stutter as his own release claims him, pulling back with a shout, his face contorting beautifully, savagely, and covered in blood as he groans my name and paints me with his cum.

He rides through it all with short, sharp thrusts that make my over-sensitive cock still trapped against his tingle.

Seemingly exhausted from the exertion of it all, Finn collapses on top of me, mixing our shared release together and smearing it with his shirt when he rolls to the side of his bite.

Since he’s right there, and probably in search of some comfort after the incredible high we just experienced, he laps at the wound he made.

It’s already beginning to heal. Disappointingly, it’ll be gone by the time that we wake for the evening.

My arm is trapped beneath him, but there is nowhere else I’d rather be, so I wrap my other arm around him and twist our legs together, being careful not to block his access to my neck.

Again, not being selfless here, it feels really fucking good and I need it as much as him.

My body doesn’t feel entirely in itself and I feel a little woozy from it all.

Like coming down from an adrenaline rush.

“Fuck,” I announce to the room, just to release some of the feeling inside me. Beside me, Finn nuzzles in closer, laughing softly.

“Good fuck or bad fuck?” He asks, somewhat tentatively, his fingers tapping on my chest. I squeeze the tight bands of my arms around him and press a kiss to the crown of his head.

“Good fuck. That was definitely a good fuck.” I get another laugh out of him with that one. I even get one of his little snorts. Good thing he’s all tucked into me and can’t see the way my smile softens at the sound. I kiss his head again, just because I want to .

It’s late—much later than we realised. The sun will be up soon. I can feel it pulling me under. It looks like a sleepover is inevitable here. What a shame. Finn must be really fighting the magic of dawn, which explains his sluggishness in my arms.

“It really was,” he mumbles, rubbing his face on my pec sleepily.

He’s still half dressed and we’re both a mess, but I don’t think we’re getting up. I make the effort to shuffle the blanket around, pulling it from underneath us to on top of us with the absolute minimal amount of help from Finn.

We end up wrapped up exactly as we were, Finn succumbing to the magic that takes us over for the day first. I get maybe five minutes to enjoy the peace of it before the magic claims me too, a satisfied smile on my face.

***

In the evening, when I wake up more satisfied than I’ve been in both my lifetimes the bitter disappointment of my empty bed topples me from my lofty high.

On the chair, still sitting where he positioned it to watch me, is a note. Confused and groggy—I’ve never been an evening vamp, or a morning being—I crawl across the bed to snatch it up.

Thanks for an amazing night. Talk soon - F x

The bitterness rises like bile, forcing me back under the safety of my blankets. I’ve woken up to an empty bed after a night with someone before, but this time it feels different. Colder .

Scrunching the note up in my fist, I force my eyes shut. With no work and no Finn, I may as well get some more rest.

Maybe when I wake up again, I’ll find out this was a weird half dream and it won’t hurt quite so badly.