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OLLIE

Ollie had melted and was now liquid, a shallow puddle on the bed. His limbs had stopped working long ago, and at some point Finn had stuffed a pillow under his hips, making sure he was perfectly angled and comfortable, but he didn’t remember when that happened. At least his shirt was still on, as requested, but it had settled around his waist.

Finn had been careful with Ollie, gentle and considerate, but the counterpunch was that his claims were true. He did have an incredible skill and he was damn ruthless with it.

“Ahhh!”Ollie cried out involuntarily, unable to control the various sounds that spilled from him as the tongue in his ass wiggled, feeling far too long and dexterous to be normal. That clever muscle moved as if it had a mind of its own, somehow knowing just how to twist and push, its slickness heightening the sensation, riding alongside Finn’s moans, which vibrated right up Ollie’s channel.

Wiping his sweaty forehead, Ollie had the presence of mind to glance back over his shoulder and the sight almost spun him over the edge. Two large hands held Ollie’s cheeks apart, and Finn’s face was happily buried between them, the scruff on his chin scraping against Ollie’s perineum and rim, layering even more pleasure. Ollie didn’t know if those deep brown eyes were closed because of enjoyment or concentration but they suddenly snapped open as if Finn knew he was being watched.

It seemed impossible but Finn’s tongue extended another inch, pressing Ollie’s button.

“F-Finn!” Ollie shrieked, snaking a hand down to grab the base of his cock, which throbbed, more than ready to come.

Ollie could’ve sworn that the noise Finn made was “Hmmm?” but he was using whatever focus he had to keep from blasting off.

Pulling back, Finn licked Ollie’s opening. “You doing all right, Sunshine?” That raspy tone held teasing arrogance, making Ollie want to simultaneously kiss Finn and kick him.

“Y-You jerk,” Ollie spat into the mattress, still holding the base of his cock like it was a dam ready to break.

Finn chuckled, his breath washing across Ollie’s oversensitive entrance. “I guess you like this?”

Ollie nodded into the bedding, embarrassed by how very much he liked it.

Fingers snaked between Ollie and the pillow, wrapping around his wrist. “Are you close?” Finn had to know how sensual the words were when whispered across his hole.

“Y-Yeah, but-” Ollie never got the chance to finish his thought because Finn yanked his hand away from his leaking cock. The other one quickly followed and all of a sudden Finn was holding Ollie by both arms, keeping him from touching himself.

“Come then,” Finn ordered, diving back in.

Ollie wasn’t sure how long he’d last as that talented tongue breached his entrance again, stretching and swirling in his channel until he was pressing his forehead into the mattress and gasping. Jolts of electric pleasure zinged through Ollie’s limbs, making him cry out as his cock swelled. He’d never been wetter and more open in his life and he weakly clenched around Finn, who moaned in return, stretching his tongue further, twisting the tip against a place that made Ollie see stars.

Those electric jolts turned into a lightning storm, surging through Ollie’s body and he arched back, trying to impale himself as much as he could, wanting more, wanting to be filled. Another answering groan shook his tunnel and it was more than Ollie could take; he lost control, coming hands-free with a choked wail, shooting onto the bed below and then sagging in Finn’s hold.

He didn’t know how long he was out but when reality coalesced, Finn was lying next to him, his self-satisfied smirk large and offensive. “Welcome back.”

Ollie felt so blissed out that he allowed it. “Y-You-” he coughed, his voice raspy, and before he even thought about asking for water, Finn was reaching to the bedside table and helping him sit up, putting the glass to his lips. For the first time in ages, Ollie didn’t care about calories or potential weight; he only wanted to quench his thirst.

“Feeling better?” The smug grin was gone, replaced with heated concern, and Ollie nodded once he was done, biting his lip. “Good.” Taking the glass away, Finn placed it back on the bedside table.

“You weren’t lying, you have incredible talent.” Ollie took in Finn’s defined chest, where two rosy nipples poked from a luscious carpet of dark curled hair, a small silver ring dangling from its chain between them. Then his eyes strayed further south, following the tapered trail to the tent in Finn’s sleep pants; the generous dark spot on the front let Ollie know that he wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed the rimming. “Are you an alien? Because your tongue is not regulation.”

Chuckling, Finn gathered Ollie into his arms and he went languidly, eyes widening as Finn’s ridiculously hard shaft pressed against his thigh. “I have something else that’s not regulation.”

“Yeah?” Ollie squirmed, shifting his leg and rubbing, loving how Finn’s eyelids fluttered. “Is it the cucumber you researched on?” His tone was sensual, low, and husky, so it took Finn a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did he snorted. Somehow, that one little sound set them both off and their laughter filled the bedroom as they leaned into each other.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” Finn told him once they caught their breath. Wrapping arms around Ollie’s shoulders and waist, Finn held him close, his cock still at full mast and capturing most of Ollie’s attention.

“Mmhmm.” Ollie didn’t have the brain power for a snarky reply, not when Finn had aligned their hips and pressed just right, sending tingles down Ollie’s spine and starting him up again. “Finn.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” The facetious tone and cocky grin would have earned anyone else a poke but, for some unexplained reason, Ollie loved it.

And he realized that he hadn’t tested all of Finn’s research, not yet. Steeling himself, he focused through the fog of his pleasure-soaked mind and put his hands on Finn’s chest, pushing him down. Getting the memo, Finn held onto Ollie, laying back until Ollie rested on top, dutifully keeping their hips together. The change in position caused them to both groan and at this point Ollie’s cock was completely awake again, drooling into his shirt, which was now bunched around him as his legs splayed on either side of Finn.

“Is this still okay?” Ollie whispered, plucking at the T-shirt, suddenly self-conscious.

Finn pressed a kiss to his lips, giving the seam a quick lick before pulling away. “I think it’s sexy. But these should go.” He gestured at his pants.

Pretty sure he wore his own self-satisfied smirk, Ollie winked at Finn. Grabbing the hem of the soft black sleep pants, Ollie brought them up and over a gorgeous leaking dick, and then down Finn’s meaty biteable thighs, running fingers over his calves and ankles before yanking them off and tossing them to the floor.

Resuming his spot atop Finn, Ollie tilted to one side, gliding his knuckles along the prominent vein on Finn’s shaft, admiring.

“Nnnn.” Finn tossed his head to the side, the tops of his cheeks an enticing pink.

“You know…” Ollie stated casually, teasing the cock in front of him with light touches, then a firmer press. “You scored two points tonight.”

“Y-Yeah?” It came out more high-pitched than Ollie had expected and he relished it.

“Yeah. First,” Ollie wrapped his fingers around the impressive thickness; his thumb and index finger barely met, making him shiver. “I’ve never been rimmed before.”

“Rea-lly?” The word cracked halfway through as Finn’s eyes rolled up, telling Ollie that the way he twisted his hand couldn’t be more perfect.

“Yes, rea-lly. And it’s going on the regular menu because we cannot waste that kind of talent.” Squeezing his fist a little more tightly, Ollie bit his lip, his cock leaking as Finn let out a sensual gasp, swinging his head to the other side, bunching the sheet in his fists. “The second point goes to the hands-free orgasm. I didn’t even know I could do that. Who are you?”

Despite being in the throes of pleasure, Finn managed a weak chuckle, cracking open an eye. “I’m your knight.”

Ollie froze, struck by Finn’s charm once again. If he was outside of this relationship, he’d think the lines were cheesy but they weren’t. They were true. Finn’s feelings were true. And at that moment Ollie had an epiphany - maybe they would work out. Maybe everything would be okay. Having a knight meant having protection and once tragedy caught up to him it might bounce off Finn’s shield, deflected, not needing to be outrun.

A blast of energy surged through Ollie’s system. For the first time in a while, he felt truly alive, optimistic, like he didn’t have to escape, and it was all Finn’s doing. Skin buzzing, Ollie leaned up, initiating another series of dirty kisses, letting himself become overwhelmed, jerking his hand and spearing his tongue like a man possessed. And he was. They both were because it didn’t take very long for Finn to start twitching.

With a gasp, he pulled away, wrapping his fingers over Ollie’s and stilling them.

“Easy there, I don’t want to leave the party before it even starts.” He was breathless, his hair wrecked and eyes lidded, practically smoldering, and Ollie couldn’t get enough of him.

“Then let’s start it.” Releasing Finn’s cock, Ollie slid off him. “Do you have any lube?”

“I do,” Finn replied, but it took him a moment to move. He seemed to be as foggy as Ollie had been. Retrieving a small bottle from the bedside table, Finn flipped the cap open; however, before he handed it off, his expression turned serious. “I need to ask again. Are you feeling up to this?”

Glancing down at his cock, which bobbed under the shirt, Ollie grinned up at Finn wickedly.

“Yes.” Reaching over, he snatched the bottle, coating three of his fingers. “But I may need some help. Do you think you can give me a hand?” Turning, Ollie yanked the shirt up and presented his ass, reaching behind him and tracing the rim. Thanks to Finn’s artful tongue, he was more open than he’d expected and without even trying, two of the digits slipped in. “Ah! Or a couple of fingers?”

He’d forgotten how warm he was inside, and the pressure was incredible. It had been ages since he’d even masturbated, too concerned about training and shaping to indulge in any kind of carnal pleasure, so he needed to stretch a bit more. Trying to scissor his fingers, he breathed hard through his nose when all of a sudden there was warmth on his back and a growl brushing against his neck.

“Finn? OhmygoAH!”The pressure doubled as another finger snaked between Ollie’s, filling him to the brim.

“You’re killing me, Sunshine,” Finn exhaled, nipping Ollie’s shoulder. Possessively draped over Ollie, he held himself up enough not to crush, only to surround, and Ollie felt positively euphoric. Moans ripped from his chest, some of them ending on a high note as Finn squirmed deeper, pushing exactly where Ollie needed it most.

“Fi-inn,” Ollie squeaked out, along with a string of words that were most likely babble. Being stretched like this was sweet torture because Finn randomly pressed the best spot, knocking him off focus as he slowly opened himself and chuckling as he cursed.

“You’re so sexy, so amazing,” Finn whispered in his ear, licking the shell and Ollie arched involuntarily, the mix of fingers inside him shifting, causing him to cry out. “And I think you’re ready.”

Some of the pressure released, leaving Ollie suddenly empty. Taking in a breath for what felt like the first time, Ollie shook himself, removing his fingers. What was it about Finn that made everything so intense? Sex had never been like this; Ollie wondered if he’d light up like a rocket once Finn shoved that impressive cock inside of him.

Turning, Finn reached for the end table again, but this time he grabbed a condom.

“I got tested four times after the married guy and the other one couldn’t even touch me so…” Ollie shrugged.

“Four times?” Finn blinked.

“The whole thing grossed me out and I wanted to make sure I was clean.” In some strange way, the testing itself was a purification, helping Ollie move on further with each result.

“Ah.” Finn dropped the little foil packet back into the drawer. “I had a physical five months ago, I’m good as well.” Returning to Ollie, who kneeled on the bed, Finn ran a thumb across his lips.

Taking in the thumb, Ollie gave it a good suck, getting it nice and wet, and watching as Finn’s eyes darkened with lust. Letting it go with a pop, Ollie smiled deviously, putting a hand on that delectably furry chest and pushing until Finn’s back hit the mattress. “Also, you know how you have a special skill? Well, tonight is the talent show and it’s my time to shine.”

Finn began to chuckle but the second Ollie opened the lube and slicked him up, it turned into a choking gasp. And that gasp ended with Finn gritting his teeth and grasping Ollie’s waist as he slung a leg over Finn, straddling him.

“What’re you doing?” Finn’s eyes were comically wide.

“I’m getting on top.” With a smirk, Ollie sat up on his knees, reached below him, and took Finn in hand, adjusting until he was at the perfect angle. “And I’m going to ride you, cowboy.”

“Sunsh-aah!”Finn’s head pressed back into the pillow as the tip of his cock kissed Ollie’s hole, ready for entry. The grip on Ollie’s waist tightened, not enough to hurt in any way, only enough to stop him. “Give me a m-minute.” Closing his eyes, Finn took a deep breath, exhaling until his cheeks puffed, but he took too long.

Ollie pushed down until he swallowed the head, enjoying how stretched he felt, and how Finn’s eyes snapped open. He attempted to say something but it was lost under a groan as gravity took over, sending Ollie slowly south. As he descended, large, lightly calloused hands slid around and under Ollie’s shirt, cupping his ass, letting them both adjust until he bottomed out, shaking and sighing happily. In a way, he was lighting up like a rocket.

“Y-You okay?” Finn trembled underneath him, absently rubbing Ollie’s hips.

“I’ve never been more okay in my life,” Ollie gasped out at him, surprised that there weren’t sparks in the air because there was magic between them. Shifting, he prepared to move but there was one small problem. His shirt. It hampered his cock and pooled around his hips, stifling movement.

Maintaining eye contact, Ollie grabbed the hem, lifting it and placing it between his teeth. Thankfully, it was long enough to only show Finn what he’d already seen, covering everything from the waist up while Ollie’s dick bobbed freely in the air, giving Finn a clear view of their joining.

“That’s hot.” Finn’s gaze was everywhere at once, his cock pulsing inside of Ollie, who squeaked in return, the hem of his shirt already wet. “Really hot.” Reaching up, Finn stroked Ollie’s cheek, tugging a bit on the shirt.

But Finn hadn’t seen hot yet. Clenching his ass, Ollie lifted his hips a few inches and then sunk back down.

Dropping his hand to Ollie’s thighs, Finn held onto them as Ollie did it again, and again, starting a pattern, and once he felt more comfortable, he picked up speed, bouncing in Finn’s lap, the food he’d eaten, the actual rest, and his pent-up desire giving him energy that he didn’t know he had.

Tossing his head back and forth, Finn let out one long moan that hitched every time Ollie dropped down. He kept trying to focus but all too soon his eyes rolled up into his head, as he lost himself to sensation.

Pride bloomed in Ollie’s chest. This was Finn’s first time with a man so it had to be incredible, and it looked like Ollie had achieved that goal. Leaning over, he rested his palms on Finn’s chest, loving the hard nipples that teased between his fingers. The change in angle had Finn sliding in impossibly deeper and the head of his cock hit Ollie just right, making him gasp. “Ah! Yes!”

Finn’s deep growl let him know that they were in agreement, and the way his cock throbbed put stress on Ollie’s tunnel, making him whine. But Ollie had made some claims and this was his show, so now it was time to either put up or shut up.

Clenching again, he rose and fell, swiveling his hips, and began a dance that taunted, tortured, and brought Finn to the edge over and over, leading him across an ever-widening chasm that he could fall into at any time if he only looked down. But he never did, for when his eyes weren’t hidden behind fluttering lids, they were locked on Ollie, looking at him with wonder and bewilderment, like they had after their first kiss.

“Ollie.” Finn gasped his name in shocked reverence, his eyes flaring open again, pitch dark and full of need. “I-I’m-”

“You’re what?” Ollie’s tone teased but the truth was that he was closer than he’d like to be, and needed a break as well, so he slowed his movements.

Finn wiped a hand down his face, breathing hard through his nose. “You think I’m an alien? What you’re doing is sorcery.”

“Is it? I wasn’t sure if you were enjoying yourself.” Ollie winked, acting coy.

“I guess I’ll have to be more enthusiastic then,” Finn stated in a devilish voice, and before Ollie had time to think, large hands circled his waist, keeping him still as Finn thrust up, hitting that perfect spot.

Dropping the shirt from his teeth, Ollie shrieked, bending so far back he would’ve fallen off if Finn wasn’t bracing him. And he had no time to recover, for the next thrust quickly followed, the hold keeping Ollie from bouncing as he was filled to the hilt every time, the delicious slide of that cock sending jolts of pleasure through his limbs until they sizzled and his throat went hoarse from crying out.

Wasn’t this supposed to be his performance? Somehow Finn had gotten on stage but Ollie was far too sex-soaked to care. All he could do was try not to drool on himself as Finn ground the head of his cock inside, right into that bundle of nerves that made everything spin…or maybe Ollie was dizzy…

“Sunshine? Are you okay?” The intensity diminished and Finn adjusted his hold, bracing Ollie’s torso.

“I…” Ollie blinked, shaking his head as the edges of his vision blurred. He shouldn’t be surprised. Having a few pieces of toast and a short nap wasn’t going to eradicate his eating disorder overnight.

Gently, Finn lifted Ollie off and turned them until they were lying on their sides, facing each other. It didn’t take long for the dizziness to subside and once it did Ollie felt like the worst person in the world. “I’m sor-”

“If you apologize, then I’m not going to let us finish up,” Finn told him, booping his nose. “And I’m pretty sure you want me to come inside of you.”

Flushing a bright red, Ollie sputtered. “You can’t just say that-”

“I can. Because it’s true.” Finn slid as close as he could, aligning himself so their cocks slid together, deliciously wet and sticky. While they’d both drooped a bit, it didn’t take long for everything to perk back up. “But no more exerting yourself.” Finn didn’t play fair, circling his hips like he was the pro, and Ollie didn’t have the presence of mind to argue; all his brain cells had been transferred to his dick. Before he knew it, he’d been pushed on his back and Finn hung over him, the broadness of his shoulders downright intimidating.

A finger dusted his cheekbone with a light feathery touch and Ollie blinked up at Finn, getting lost in the sheer adoration of his gaze. It shone, glinted like Ollie was something precious, and Ollie knew that his own eyes reflected it back. Because tonight he’d been reminded that his body could do so much more than fear and run and growl in hunger. It could bring him joy. It could give others joy. It could hope.

And it could love.