[ Finn follows after James closely, scarcely leaving his lips even when he starts smiling again. Soon enough, he's straddling him on the bed, his lips searching for spots on Jim's neck that perhaps he didn't kiss enough this evening. ]
[ The combination of those two words seems to amuse Jim briefly. He grins and chuckles, hands reaching up to run his fingers through Finn's hair, then he nods, letting out a pleased hum in response to those kisses. ]
Mm, yeah. Still want you to fuck me... but first, let me see your card again.
[ He always wants to have sex with Finn, no matter what, but it certainly doesn't hurt to look at their cards for a bit of inspiration, and in the meantime fill out a square. ]
[ Finn stills against his neck, face blank, feeling a little like he must be dreaming or something and not in a particularly good way. But he blinks only once before he realizes what the hell Jim's talking about. ]
Oh! [ He sits up over Jim, smiling and going to his bracelet. ] The A5 card, right. I didn't know what you were talking about for a second. [ Now that the community has more or less decided to try pooling their rewards together, he really needs to stop forgetting that these things exist. He's just been so caught up in his own little perfect world lately.
But no matter, he's quick to pull it up, moving on to his side next to Jim so his boyfriend can read it, too. ]
Can I see yours? It's probably better than mine. I keep forgetting about them. [ Better as in 'actually has a few spaces filled after all these months.' But even while he talks, his other hand has started gliding down Jim's torso and beneath his navel, just searching around. ]
[ Jim blinks too, looks up at Finn, then starts laughing. Clearly they need to get Finn working more on his card, if he can so easily forget about its existence. ]
Mm, yeah...
[ With a distracted little smile, and an eager shift and arch of his body as Finn's hand trails lower, he pulls up his own card, trying his best to not get distracted by Finn's attentions as he matches up empty squares together. ]
Mm, oh... how about— breathplay? Jesus, Finn. [ He moans softly. ] I'd like that... a lot.
[ And he certainly trusts Finn more than enough to do that with him. ]
Yeah? [ Finn's grin turns a bit sharp again. They do both have that one, and Finn would be lying if he said it hadn't turned him on the last two times he's tried it. Both giving and receiving.
He closes the app, both hands splaying over Jim while his lips find his jaw, moving lower to behind his ear. ] We did that once, you know. Before. You liked it then, too.
[ Plus, the experience gave Finn enough confidence to not get out a literal clipboard and start going through a list of 50 questions to make sure everything's okay before they start this. So that's good.
Finn leans up again, looking down at James with a warm, happy smile. ] How you want it, baby? [ Not a usual pet name coming from him, but he likes how it sounds. ]
[ Well then, it looks like they've come to a decision. Jim smiles, more than pleased with how easily Finn agrees to it, and admittedly surprised when Finn tells him they've done it before.
Probably shouldn't be, though. Jim's into it, and Finn seems to be into whatever Jim likes, so of course they've done it before. ]
You know I'm happy with anything, [ He says, fingers brushing across Finn's cheek. Then he takes one of Finn's hand and guides it closer to his own throat. Not yet inviting him to do anything, after all they've barely gotten started. ] But I'd love your hand on me.
[ More like Finn's willing to try whatever Jim likes. He honestly didn't think he'd like the choking thing at all, kind of figured he'd end up melting down from a crisis shortly after, but things didn't turn out that way. He liked it, James loved it, and there was little room to question the rest.
Mainly, it just reinforced how much James trusted him, and how much he still had to do to be worthy of that trust.
But back to this situation, Finn figured that was where things were going. He squeezes at Jim's throat but so gently that he only rubs harder at the skin than getting anywhere near cutting off his air. His thumb works circles against his neck while he leans down to take a sweet kiss. ]
Slap me twice if it's too much?
[ Finn's going to do everything he can to make sure Jim doesn't have to do that. The Force helps. ]
[ It's the kind of thing that requires calm, control, and above all else, complete trust. And he does trust Finn, just as he knows that Finn trusts him. It's all down to just how much Finn can trust himself, really. ]
It won't be too much. You'll know.
[ Finn knows him, and by that he means that Finn knows him at a level that runs much deeper than his words, or his reactions. He can slip right into his mind, his thoughts, and he will sense if they ever get to a point when he wants to stop.
He also can't resist smiling teasingly at Finn, winking up at him while giving his ass a nice, firm squeeze. ]
[ Finn's grin spreads wide. Both from the ease that James trusts him so much and that suggestion. ] Yeah? I think I might like to try that. [ Some other time. Still, it's been pretty fun exploring things Finn never considered that he might like. This, for instance. There was a time not very long ago when this absolutely wouldn't have been okay. Now, he finds himself excited.
He takes another kiss, deep but quick, before leaning away. His hand doesn't leave Jim's neck, the rest of him only missing long enough to retrieve a bottle of lube. Finn falls back forward to presses kisses along Jim's jawline. ]
Let me get you ready for me. [ Whispered while he slicks his fingers up, applying just a little pressure against his neck. Finn's going to enjoy this a lot. ] Finish what we started in the shower.
[ It's definitely an idea for later, not something he wants to do right now. For the time being, they've got their plans, and Jim licks his lips in anticipation, shifting on the bed while Finn fetches that lube, then folding his legs and propping them a little wide apart once he knows what Finn's going for. ]
You need me to do anything? Or... you know, should I just lie back and enjoy it?
[ Finn hums in thought while a slick finger easily finds and rubs against Jim's entrance. There was nothing that James needed to do, certainly, and Finn finds himself really wanting to show him how grateful he is for everything. Making him feel incredible is one way to do that. ]
Yeah. Just enjoy it. Let me take care of you?
[ He enters him while peppering kisses over his face, moving slow but still searching for his prostate. ]
Been told I'm pretty all right. Gotten some good reviews.
[ He's not going to find a lot of resistance there, and even what little tension there is, it quickly eases as Finn starts working his fingers in and out, thrusting deeper, curling just right inside him. The prodding and teasing makes him gasp, muscles fluttering eagerly, and he wets his lips, biting on them briefly as he shifts his legs, lifts them up just a little higher to make it easier for Finn to move. ]
Pretty alright? Who's been giving you those shitty reviews? Ah, sounds like I should— be talking to them...
[ Finn laughed softly into the hollow of Jim's neck while he added a second finger. The picture of James defending how good Finn is in bed to any of his past sexual partners was a pretty hilarious picture. ]
My hero. [ Probably in a more serious light, too, but he's going to stick with humor for now. ]
No one's actually said that. They're probably too scared of you. [ Kidding, he's kidding. ]
[ There's no resistance to a second finger, but that much won't surprise Finn. Jim relaxes easily around the intrusion, sighing softly while he pushes his hips down to meet the thrust of his fingers, tipping his head back to expose his throat just a little better for Finn. ]
Mm, they should be... I'll tear them a new one for average reviews on you.
[ His boyfriend's the best, have you heard? No? Well, now you know. ]
[ Finn's laugh that time is a little less soft, his smile wide against Jim's skin. He takes the opportunity while they're both so relaxed and happy to brush their minds together. It feels so easy now, no trepidation involved, but he only caresses over Jim's thoughts before pulling back. If he gets lost like he usually does then they won't get very far with this. He just wants to skim along the edges and make sure Jim's okay the whole time. ]
I love you.
[ Before anything else is said, he takes Jim's lips in a deep kiss while squeezing a little harder at his airway and inserting a third finger. Call it a test. ]
[ Jim smiles at the confession, again. He doesn't think he'll ever tire of hearing it, honestly. His lips part to return the kiss, more passive in simply accepting the press of Finn's lips, the invasive push of his tongue, moaning into the contact at the addition of a third finger.
Not that Finn ever needs to put too much work into prepping him, and his muscles loosen around the digits, as though his body's already so used to it. His thighs tremble slightly and he shudders, lips parting a little more when he finds his airway a little more restricted, the slight pressure against his throat making his heart quicken in excitement, his own hands gripping firmly at Finn's shoulders for some semblance of steadiness or balance.
But just in case Finn worries, Jim nods at him, letting him know he can keep going. ]
[ The nod is helpful, really. He knows that Jim isn't distressed but it's still nice to see he's wanting for more.
Finn doesn't let him wait. Though he lets up enough on his throat for some air to get through, he keeps the squeeze tight, hopefully keeping James near that edge. The rest of him shifts, though, his fingers spreading gently inside of James while he slowly replaces them with his already slicked cock.
Sure, he doesn't have to put so much into prep with James, especially considering what kind of sex they're about to have, but he enjoys it all the same. Something about intimacy and all that. But soon his fingers are gone and his cock is still inside him, less about letting him adjust and more about making him wait. ]
[ It's a really perfect amount of pressure, actually. Not a light, hesitant grip, but not so intense that Jim feels too overwhelmed yet. It's still more than enough to make him gasp and shudder, lips parted so he takes in every bit of air he can manage, and when he feels Finn move closer, the head of his cock pressed against his stretched opening, he tenses and arches off the bed, letting out a soft cry.
Despite that initial stretch, with both fingers and cock filling him, he still pushes his hips down, nails digging hard into Finn's shoulders as he all but impales himself on Finn's cock, muscles clenching tight around the girth, head and eyes both rolling back with the intensity of his pleasure. ]
[ Finn grunts when James moves, having to bite his lip and shut his eyes for a second. When he realizes and opens his eyes again, James is a vision in his pleasure. They need to do this breathplay thing more often.
Speaking of, after a second of letting James adjust, the hand on his throat shifts its grip a little. Part of him wants to lean up but he really doesn't want to dislodge the hands clawing at his back, so Finn makes do with their current angle. His legs move a little, just enough to get the angle he wants, before his hips finally begin to move.
He doesn't start at a slow pace but it's not punishing yet either. Finn fucks into James like he knows he can take, waiting to squeeze harder when he finally presses against his prostate. ]
[ Finn already knows all too well how much he affects Jim, how every time they're together it's just as passionate and intense. This is no different, with the added excitement of trying something new together, and the anticipation bleeds through and mingles well with his arousal, making him shift and pant all the more eagerly.
His head tips back slightly when he feels Finn's hand shifting, a moan leaving him when his hips rock against his, the cock inside him sliding out, then back in, making his whole body shudder. The sound more or less dies out when Finn's fingers press against his throat, though, making his eyes blow wide and dark with pleasure, muscles clenching as his hips grind down against Finn's cock, seeking that press and brush against his prostate again. ]
[ Finn... sort of knows these things. He knows that them being together is intense and unique, especially like this, but he often has to remind himself that James feels the same. They're together, after all. And just look at him, arching with wide eyes and gasping breaths. How could Finn think otherwise?
This may be over quick, but Finn vows to at least try to make this last. He can tell what James is after, too. His legs shift again, thrusts pausing briefly while he finds a new angle and pushes back in. Now he manages to press against his prostate a lot more frequently, trying not to hit it every time. But he also squeezes his throat some more, lasting over two heartbeats at times, trying to time it just right when James can really feel it. ]
[ Jim would hope that he shows Finn how he feels every day, too. He might not have gathered the courage to confess his feelings completely, but he is happy with Finn, he's told him that much. He wouldn't have wanted them moving in together otherwise.
And right now, as Finn pins him down to the bed, hand firm over his throat, hips pushed hard against his own, he tries to calm his own mind, find that balance before he's reaching out, or trying his best anyway, aiming to get Finn to reach into his own mind too. He wants Finn to feel how good it is for him. How the tight grip on his throat makes his heart hammer in his chest, each struggle for an intake of air makes his blood pulse thick through his veins. He manages choked gasps whenever that grip eases, which turn to moans and soft cries each time Finn bucks his hips forward and slams deep into him, the new angle guiding the tip against his prostate, making his thighs quiver and his cock throb, precome spilling from the tip as both things come together to push him closer to an orgasm. ]
[ With Finn already skimming past his thoughts, he instantly feels when James reaches out for him. Or calls out? It's hard to describe, but he doesn't need to. Not in their own minds. So he goes to him without a second thought and finds himself moaning aloud from the pleasure that bombards him because of it.
He knows James likes this but James really likes this. He's also close, which feels mildly like a challenge.
Finn grips at his throat tighter, thrusts harder, and begins mouthing at the side of his neck and ear. He can't even focus enough to kiss or nibble or anything. All he knows is being wrapped around James' thoughts and warmth and love and pleasure- Intoxicating. ]
[ It's not necessarily a challenge. He feels so very close to an orgasm after all, and he knows that any added stimulus is going to push him over the edge. Not that that's a bad thing, he just doesn't want Finn to be too far behind.
But as it is, it's starting to look like he won't have much of a choice either way. Finn's mind floods his own like a tidal wave, on its own already more overwhelming than Jim can handle. To ad to that he keeps kissing him, fucking him, choking him at a pace that comes together with each brush against his prostate, and with each growing cry he feels himself all the closer to his climax.
He tries to breathe Finn's name, tries to whisper it into Finn's mind. But he doesn't even have to, he realizes, as his body arches off the bed, tense and taut, and his muscles clench tight around Finn's cock when he comes. A cry tries to push out of his lungs but it's choked pretty effectively by the hand gripping his throat, keeping any and all noises from leaving him. ]
[ Feeling James shake apart beneath him, almost totally silent in his pleasure, is more than enough to overwhelm Finn, too. He keeps pushing harder into that tight heat until he can't anymore, thrusting once more before he's coming with his own quiet cry.
For a moment, reality ceases to exist. All he knows is floating on James' pleasure as it mingles with his, caught in a place of warmth and safety and passion and love. Thankfully, his hand lifts from Jim's throat before he's even fully aware of himself yet.
But when he is aware, he pants against Jim's warm flesh and presses his lips against him in some semblance of a kiss. Otherwise, he's not moving much. ]
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You still want me to fuck you, sweetheart?
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Mm, yeah. Still want you to fuck me... but first, let me see your card again.
[ He always wants to have sex with Finn, no matter what, but it certainly doesn't hurt to look at their cards for a bit of inspiration, and in the meantime fill out a square. ]
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Oh! [ He sits up over Jim, smiling and going to his bracelet. ] The A5 card, right. I didn't know what you were talking about for a second. [ Now that the community has more or less decided to try pooling their rewards together, he really needs to stop forgetting that these things exist. He's just been so caught up in his own little perfect world lately.
But no matter, he's quick to pull it up, moving on to his side next to Jim so his boyfriend can read it, too. ]
Can I see yours? It's probably better than mine. I keep forgetting about them. [ Better as in 'actually has a few spaces filled after all these months.' But even while he talks, his other hand has started gliding down Jim's torso and beneath his navel, just searching around. ]
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Mm, yeah...
[ With a distracted little smile, and an eager shift and arch of his body as Finn's hand trails lower, he pulls up his own card, trying his best to not get distracted by Finn's attentions as he matches up empty squares together. ]
Mm, oh... how about— breathplay? Jesus, Finn. [ He moans softly. ] I'd like that... a lot.
[ And he certainly trusts Finn more than enough to do that with him. ]
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He closes the app, both hands splaying over Jim while his lips find his jaw, moving lower to behind his ear. ] We did that once, you know. Before. You liked it then, too.
[ Plus, the experience gave Finn enough confidence to not get out a literal clipboard and start going through a list of 50 questions to make sure everything's okay before they start this. So that's good.
Finn leans up again, looking down at James with a warm, happy smile. ] How you want it, baby? [ Not a usual pet name coming from him, but he likes how it sounds. ]
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Probably shouldn't be, though. Jim's into it, and Finn seems to be into whatever Jim likes, so of course they've done it before. ]
You know I'm happy with anything, [ He says, fingers brushing across Finn's cheek. Then he takes one of Finn's hand and guides it closer to his own throat. Not yet inviting him to do anything, after all they've barely gotten started. ] But I'd love your hand on me.
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Mainly, it just reinforced how much James trusted him, and how much he still had to do to be worthy of that trust.
But back to this situation, Finn figured that was where things were going. He squeezes at Jim's throat but so gently that he only rubs harder at the skin than getting anywhere near cutting off his air. His thumb works circles against his neck while he leans down to take a sweet kiss. ]
Slap me twice if it's too much?
[ Finn's going to do everything he can to make sure Jim doesn't have to do that. The Force helps. ]
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It won't be too much. You'll know.
[ Finn knows him, and by that he means that Finn knows him at a level that runs much deeper than his words, or his reactions. He can slip right into his mind, his thoughts, and he will sense if they ever get to a point when he wants to stop.
He also can't resist smiling teasingly at Finn, winking up at him while giving his ass a nice, firm squeeze. ]
But I can definitely slap you some other time.
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He takes another kiss, deep but quick, before leaning away. His hand doesn't leave Jim's neck, the rest of him only missing long enough to retrieve a bottle of lube. Finn falls back forward to presses kisses along Jim's jawline. ]
Let me get you ready for me. [ Whispered while he slicks his fingers up, applying just a little pressure against his neck. Finn's going to enjoy this a lot. ] Finish what we started in the shower.
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You need me to do anything? Or... you know, should I just lie back and enjoy it?
[ He's very amenable to both options, really. ]
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Yeah. Just enjoy it. Let me take care of you?
[ He enters him while peppering kisses over his face, moving slow but still searching for his prostate. ]
Been told I'm pretty all right. Gotten some good reviews.
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Pretty alright? Who's been giving you those shitty reviews? Ah, sounds like I should— be talking to them...
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My hero. [ Probably in a more serious light, too, but he's going to stick with humor for now. ]
No one's actually said that. They're probably too scared of you. [ Kidding, he's kidding. ]
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Mm, they should be... I'll tear them a new one for average reviews on you.
[ His boyfriend's the best, have you heard? No? Well, now you know. ]
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I love you.
[ Before anything else is said, he takes Jim's lips in a deep kiss while squeezing a little harder at his airway and inserting a third finger. Call it a test. ]
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Not that Finn ever needs to put too much work into prepping him, and his muscles loosen around the digits, as though his body's already so used to it. His thighs tremble slightly and he shudders, lips parting a little more when he finds his airway a little more restricted, the slight pressure against his throat making his heart quicken in excitement, his own hands gripping firmly at Finn's shoulders for some semblance of steadiness or balance.
But just in case Finn worries, Jim nods at him, letting him know he can keep going. ]
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Finn doesn't let him wait. Though he lets up enough on his throat for some air to get through, he keeps the squeeze tight, hopefully keeping James near that edge. The rest of him shifts, though, his fingers spreading gently inside of James while he slowly replaces them with his already slicked cock.
Sure, he doesn't have to put so much into prep with James, especially considering what kind of sex they're about to have, but he enjoys it all the same. Something about intimacy and all that. But soon his fingers are gone and his cock is still inside him, less about letting him adjust and more about making him wait. ]
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Despite that initial stretch, with both fingers and cock filling him, he still pushes his hips down, nails digging hard into Finn's shoulders as he all but impales himself on Finn's cock, muscles clenching tight around the girth, head and eyes both rolling back with the intensity of his pleasure. ]
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Speaking of, after a second of letting James adjust, the hand on his throat shifts its grip a little. Part of him wants to lean up but he really doesn't want to dislodge the hands clawing at his back, so Finn makes do with their current angle. His legs move a little, just enough to get the angle he wants, before his hips finally begin to move.
He doesn't start at a slow pace but it's not punishing yet either. Finn fucks into James like he knows he can take, waiting to squeeze harder when he finally presses against his prostate. ]
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His head tips back slightly when he feels Finn's hand shifting, a moan leaving him when his hips rock against his, the cock inside him sliding out, then back in, making his whole body shudder. The sound more or less dies out when Finn's fingers press against his throat, though, making his eyes blow wide and dark with pleasure, muscles clenching as his hips grind down against Finn's cock, seeking that press and brush against his prostate again. ]
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This may be over quick, but Finn vows to at least try to make this last. He can tell what James is after, too. His legs shift again, thrusts pausing briefly while he finds a new angle and pushes back in. Now he manages to press against his prostate a lot more frequently, trying not to hit it every time. But he also squeezes his throat some more, lasting over two heartbeats at times, trying to time it just right when James can really feel it. ]
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And right now, as Finn pins him down to the bed, hand firm over his throat, hips pushed hard against his own, he tries to calm his own mind, find that balance before he's reaching out, or trying his best anyway, aiming to get Finn to reach into his own mind too. He wants Finn to feel how good it is for him. How the tight grip on his throat makes his heart hammer in his chest, each struggle for an intake of air makes his blood pulse thick through his veins. He manages choked gasps whenever that grip eases, which turn to moans and soft cries each time Finn bucks his hips forward and slams deep into him, the new angle guiding the tip against his prostate, making his thighs quiver and his cock throb, precome spilling from the tip as both things come together to push him closer to an orgasm. ]
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He knows James likes this but James really likes this. He's also close, which feels mildly like a challenge.
Finn grips at his throat tighter, thrusts harder, and begins mouthing at the side of his neck and ear. He can't even focus enough to kiss or nibble or anything. All he knows is being wrapped around James' thoughts and warmth and love and pleasure- Intoxicating. ]
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But as it is, it's starting to look like he won't have much of a choice either way. Finn's mind floods his own like a tidal wave, on its own already more overwhelming than Jim can handle. To ad to that he keeps kissing him, fucking him, choking him at a pace that comes together with each brush against his prostate, and with each growing cry he feels himself all the closer to his climax.
He tries to breathe Finn's name, tries to whisper it into Finn's mind. But he doesn't even have to, he realizes, as his body arches off the bed, tense and taut, and his muscles clench tight around Finn's cock when he comes. A cry tries to push out of his lungs but it's choked pretty effectively by the hand gripping his throat, keeping any and all noises from leaving him. ]
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For a moment, reality ceases to exist. All he knows is floating on James' pleasure as it mingles with his, caught in a place of warmth and safety and passion and love. Thankfully, his hand lifts from Jim's throat before he's even fully aware of himself yet.
But when he is aware, he pants against Jim's warm flesh and presses his lips against him in some semblance of a kiss. Otherwise, he's not moving much. ]
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