[ 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. ]
[ Finn takes his hand away at just the right moment. Not too soon, and not robbing Jim of the intense pleasure and the way it pushes him along the high of his orgasm, but not too late either, so he's not left dizzy, sick or nearly passed out.
He does gasp audibly on air, the first sound out of him a loud, broken cry, while his body jolts and arches, pushes down onto Finn's groin to feel him really deep and thick as he spills inside him, filling him up to the brim. His hands reach out to grasp at what he can of Finn's shoulders, and he pulls him down into that kiss too, soon breaking away so they can keep recovering their breaths— mostly Jim's. ]
Damn. [ He murmurs hoarsely, then lets out a breathless laugh, licking at Finn's lips, slow and light. ]
[ If Finn had any sort of apprehension or worry about Jim's condition after all that, it would have easily puffed away in the wake of that kiss. As it is, he can still feel the languid pleasure rolling off of him, warm and thick and loving.
He smiles against his lips, not huge and bright enough to mess up the kiss but clearly happy and satisfied. It wasn't really an everyday thing but they should definitely consider enjoying this breathplay thing more often. ]
You're so beautiful. [ Murmured while pressing kisses to the corners of his lips, letting James catch his breath. ] You did so well.
[ Look, there are a number of kinks he'd be more than happy to indulge in with Finn. What they should do is sit down and actually figure out some kind of list of stuff they want to try together. Not that Jim needs anything of the sort to keep their sex life exciting, as it's exciting all on its own, but he'd love to do all kinds of things with Finn, learn how many ways they can give each other pleasure. ]
Thank you, [ He chuckles at the compliment, smile soft. ] You did pretty great yourself. Definitely... mm, putting that on the list of things to do again.
[ Finn hums in delight from that idea. ] Mmm... We really need an actual list.
[ The sex they already have is great, A+, best he's ever had and then some (not that he actually gets all that much in the grand scheme of things). Point is, he's not even remotely complaining. But he'd love trying new things with Jim. In all honesty, he might be the person Finn trusts most to try these things with, anyway. Getting a little kinkier in bed isn't a bad thought, not at all. ]
[ Jim lets out a soft laugh at that, but he does nod. ]
Yeah. If you want, we can put together a list. I'll tell you the kinks I like, and you can ask about them, and tell me which ones you'd like to try.
[ Or do again, if he's tried them before and enjoyed them. Really, Jim loves trying out all kinds of kinks and he trusts Finn like he trusts precious few people. ]
Mm, I think right now... I'm more up for a nap. How do you feel about that particular kink?
[ Finn laughs, face buried in the crook of Jim's neck and already halfway to that nap idea. ]
One of my favorites, actually. Very sexy.
[ He shifts a little to get more comfortable, already plenty warm without bothering for a blanket. Then he presses a kiss to whatever skin is closest. ]
[ Maybe in a while Jim will bother with a blanket. Right now he very much loves the way they're keeping each other warm, and he's perfectly comfortable that falling asleep is just so easy. The perfect way to end the night, even if it didn't all go perfectly according to what he'd planned. But that's what makes it all the better. ]
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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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He does gasp audibly on air, the first sound out of him a loud, broken cry, while his body jolts and arches, pushes down onto Finn's groin to feel him really deep and thick as he spills inside him, filling him up to the brim. His hands reach out to grasp at what he can of Finn's shoulders, and he pulls him down into that kiss too, soon breaking away so they can keep recovering their breaths— mostly Jim's. ]
Damn. [ He murmurs hoarsely, then lets out a breathless laugh, licking at Finn's lips, slow and light. ]
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He smiles against his lips, not huge and bright enough to mess up the kiss but clearly happy and satisfied. It wasn't really an everyday thing but they should definitely consider enjoying this breathplay thing more often. ]
You're so beautiful. [ Murmured while pressing kisses to the corners of his lips, letting James catch his breath. ] You did so well.
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Thank you, [ He chuckles at the compliment, smile soft. ] You did pretty great yourself. Definitely... mm, putting that on the list of things to do again.
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[ The sex they already have is great, A+, best he's ever had and then some (not that he actually gets all that much in the grand scheme of things). Point is, he's not even remotely complaining. But he'd love trying new things with Jim. In all honesty, he might be the person Finn trusts most to try these things with, anyway. Getting a little kinkier in bed isn't a bad thought, not at all. ]
Wanna do everything with you.
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Yeah. If you want, we can put together a list. I'll tell you the kinks I like, and you can ask about them, and tell me which ones you'd like to try.
[ Or do again, if he's tried them before and enjoyed them. Really, Jim loves trying out all kinds of kinks and he trusts Finn like he trusts precious few people. ]
Mm, I think right now... I'm more up for a nap. How do you feel about that particular kink?
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One of my favorites, actually. Very sexy.
[ He shifts a little to get more comfortable, already plenty warm without bothering for a blanket. Then he presses a kiss to whatever skin is closest. ]
Love you.
the end! ❤