17. Jaime
Chapter 17
Jaime saw his words land, easing the remaining tension in Finn’s shoulders until they settled in his heart, right where Jaime felt a tug on his own.
His head was tipped back, looking up into Finn’s eyes darting back and forth between his, and he was ready to say yes, I’m sure, yes, I want you, all over again, every day if that’s what Finn needed. But he gave a small nod, as if he’d finally heard everything he needed to be sure that Jaime wasn’t going to run from him.
Not again, not ever.
Finn caught Jaime up in a wet, filthy kiss, his tongue sweeping in to taste and take and plunder, teeth clacking as Jaime opened up for him. Finn lifted Jaime up onto the counter to bring him closer, their height difference significant with Finn in this form, and pushed Jaime’s thighs open wide as he slotted his hips between them.
Finn pressed kisses and tender words into his cheekbones and along his jaw. “Yes, Jaime. I love you, I love you, I love you. My Jaime. Make me yours. Please.”
His teeth caught and tugged on the reddened tip of Jaime’s ear, and claw-tipped fingers trailed lightly down his belly in teasing passes that made Jaime cry out in want.
Finn’s hands grasped Jaime’s waist and held him in place while he kneed his legs open wider and ground his bulging erection into Jaime’s own. He scrambled for purchase along Finn’s shoulders, even broader now, and if they went on any longer like this he’d come like that first time—throbbing and pulsing, pressed up against Finn.
But he wanted more, he wanted all of it—Finn on top of him, stuffed inside of him, all around him. So he reached for Finn’s waist, fingers bunching in the bottom of his shirt. “Off. Off. Take this off.”
Finn leaned back just far enough to do as he asked, before diving back in to take his mouth again. And because he could, Jaime trailed his tongue along one canine, letting it catch there before moving to the next one. Finn whimpered and melted into Jaime, hands banding around his shoulders and back as he bent forward and tucked his face into his neck, mouthing along it. “Jaime. Please.”
Pushing gently, Jaime backed Finn up until he could hop down from the counter, and continued guiding him backwards until the backs of Finn’s knees hit the couch, and he was sitting down.
Long legs bent askew, Finn peered up at Jaime with wide, wondering eyes, ears perked up toward him. He was so beautiful, Jaime could only stand there for a moment, taking him in.
The soft, sandy blonde hair dusting his chest flickered in the firelight and caught in the soft glow coming from the loft. Finn reached claw-tipped hands out to wrap around Jaime’s hips, thumbs pressing into his belly and pulling Jaime forward until he was straddling his lap, sprawled on top of him.
Leaning in to capture Finn’s mouth, Jaime ground down against his hard length, which was even larger now than in his human form. Mewling and wriggling on top of Finn at the memory of him pumping his release all over him last night, Jaime thought about what it would be like to wrap his lips around the fat, slick head, how it would feel to choke down as much of him as possible, Finn’s fingers in his hair, encouraging him to take more…
Fuck, I need that right now.
Jaime’s thoughts had him grinding and rocking their cocks together, the catch and chafe of their clothes restricting his movements just enough to keep him from coming, even with Finn’s hands cupping his ass, encouraging his movements. Breaking the kiss before he completely lost himself to the pleasure that only Finn could show him, Jaime gently rested his forehead against Finn’s, both of them breathing heavily.
“I want to suck your cock. Can we do that?”
Finn’s mouth was slightly open, fangs fully out and flashing. “Fuck. Yes, Jaime. Whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Jaime grinned. “Right now, I want to taste you. And then I want you to open me up on your fingers and fuck me. You know that I’ve never been with anyone before, but I do have several large toys that I’m very fond of, so I know how to prep myself. They aren’t as big as you are even in your human form, though, so we’ll need to work up to that.”
He pointedly looked down at Finn’s massive cock and grinned, feeling freer and lighter than he ever had in his life. “And I don’t think you should knot me the first time, but we’ll get there.”
Finn made some sort of whine-growl noise that was so hot, and so adorable, before nodding his head vigorously in agreement. “Lube? Condoms?”
Jaime blushed. “Oh, um. I brought both. You know, just in case. I mean I hoped?—”
Finn cut him off with another searing kiss, before pulling back and looking at Jaime with a serious expression. “One more thing you should know, first.”
Jaime gave a playfully exasperated sigh, letting his weight tip back and rest against Finn’s knees. In return, Finn gave him an equally playful slap on his ass—why the hell do I still have my jeans on?—and growled, “Be a good boy, and listen.”
Oh.
The list. That is going on the list.
Reading his face, Finn chuckled, “Later, baby. First, I’m happy to use a condom this time and every time, if that’s what you want. But you should know that when I knot you, it’s not going to work as intended.”
Jaime let that image shimmer before him; his ass tipped up, legs spread open with Finn seated inside as far as he could go. His fat cock and knot pressing up against Jaime’s prostate, creating the most delicious pressure as cum spilled out everywhere, overflowing around Finn’s knot while he pumped load after load inside him…
Fuck.
Pleasure zipped up Jaime’s spine. Had he always had a fluid kink, or was this a sudden-onset type of a situation?
He cleared his throat and croaked, “That won’t be a problem with me. You know I’ve never been with anyone, and when they checked me out after the attack a year ago they gave me a full panel of everything. I’m negative.”
Finn nodded. “Me too, we get tested regularly as part of the physicals for work. But the other part that I need to tell you is that all of those health exams are mostly for show, to share with our clients who aren’t in-the-know.”
At Jaime’s confused head tilt, Finn explained, “We heal at an exceptionally fast rate. It’s why we went on so many missions in the military—even the most serious injuries only took a few days to fully mend. And we can’t get or pass on any infections or diseases.”
Jaime blinked. “So… are you saying that we don’t need to use a condom?”
Finn tucked him in closer. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. If you don’t want to, that is. If you do, I will. I always have, every other time I’ve been with someone. It’s never bothered me.”
Hot, unwarranted jealousy flushed Jaime's cheeks, and he squirmed back on Finn’s lap, fingers finding their way to the fur on his forearms. Looking down, he muttered, “Thank you for telling me.”
With the tip of a claw, Finn brought his chin back up, widening his legs so that Jaime was forced to adjust and slide back down, further into his hold. “Everything about this—about you—is different, Jaime. And not just because you’re my mate, but because I’m in love with you.”
He lightly scratched up and down Jaime’s back, and he wanted to purr at how good that felt. Finn went on, “So much of this will be a first for me, too. When we come together while I’m in this form, the knotting, that will all be new for me. But also…”
Finn looked at Jaime with such tenderness, such reverence, he found he wanted to paint that, too. He’d have a studio full of Finn’s soil rich eyes and thick forearms and the furry happy trail that led from between his pecs all the way down to his beautiful cock. He’d paint it all.
“…Also, I’ve never made love. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, I’ve never shared myself this way with anyone. I want to feel you fully, I want us to be as close as we can ever be. There is no one else for me but you—there never has been.”
He danced his lips over Jaime’s in a featherlight kiss. “I only mentioned it so that you would know, but also so you wouldn’t feel pressured to go bare if you don’t want to. Especially this first time.”
Jaime smiled softly, feeling silly now for his jealousy, and grateful that Finn was so open to options. Still…
“I want to feel you, all of you. No condom, please.” He grinned again and rocked on Finn’s lap, eager to get back to where they were before, now that the important bits had been discussed.
Finn seemed inclined to agree, because he moved to stand up with Jaime in his arms, but instead Jaime leaned back and placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
“Wait. I said I want to taste you first, like this.”
He palmed Finn’s overlarge cock through his pants, and felt him shudder. “Jaime.”
Teasing a barely-there kiss to Finn’s mouth, Jaime began sliding off his lap, kissing and scraping his teeth down Finn’s pecs and belly, running his fingers through the fur dusting his chest and thighs. He whined and twisted beneath Jaime’s soft, teasing touch, hands grasping wherever he could reach, claws the gentlest drag on Jaime’s sensitive skin. Finn’s knees made room as he knelt on the rug, and Jaime had to pause to take in the sight.
Staring down at him, Finn already looked wrecked.
He was panting hard, mouth slightly open, showing off his extended canines. His ears were angled forward, eyes warm and intense and wholly focused, like nothing else existed except for Jaime kneeling before him. Finn widened his legs even more, and Jaime couldn’t look away from where the crotch of his pants pulled tight over his straining erection. He kept rocking his hips up in aborted little motions, seeking some kind of friction.
Jaime needed to help with that. Now.
Reaching up to brush his fingers along the waistband of Finn’s pants, blunt nails lightly scratching through the soft hair on his belly, Jaime asked, “Can I take these off?”
Finn gave a helpless whine and nodded his head quickly. “Yes. Yes. But, you first.”
Jaime gave him a playful smirk and used both arms to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side. Finn’s gaze honed in on his bare chest and belly with a predator’s intensity, and goosebumps rose along Jaime’s skin from the attention, nipples peaked and hard.
A low rumble came from Finn. “I’m going to taste every single freckle on your body. Every single one of them, Jaime.”
He shivered beneath the weight of that gaze, the heavy promise in his words. “Me first.”
Reaching forward, he fumbled with Finn’s zipper before grabbing hold of his pants and boxer briefs and gingerly lifting them up and over his straining erection. Finn tipped his hips up to help, and Jaime got them down just far enough for his cock to spring free before he stopped.
And stared.
Finn’s erection was beautiful last night. Long and thick, Jaime will never forget the image of it straining above him, pumping his release all over Jaime’s belly. But like this, seeing the full effect of it, Jaime could only marvel at its heft, and how the weight of it bobbed against his stomach, tipping slightly to the side, too heavy to stand straight when fully hard. The shape of it remained the same; his long shaft swelling to its full thickness in the middle before tapering slightly, the head crowning large and round on top.
The same as before, yes, except like this it was just… more. He was also slightly swollen at the base, right where his shaft jutted out from his balls. And oh, fuck, the size of his balls…
Struck by the sight of Finn’s cock, Jaime was hard as granite.
Realizing he was still staring, blinking owlishly and unmoving, Jaime peered up at Finn through his lashes. He looked sheepish, shuffling in his seat and ears laid down to the sides while his large hands flailed like he wasn’t sure where to put them.
Cute.
“I know it’s a lot. I know I’m a lot. You don’t have to— Oh!” Finn’s sentence was clipped in a breathy shout as Jaime leaned forward, both hands braced on Finn’s thighs, and sucked his wet tip in all at once. “Fuck! Jaime!”
Finn was trembling now, hands still flailing until Jaime found them, lacing his fingers through one and guiding the other into his hair. He moaned at the tug and scrape of it, and bent forward to take more of Finn’s cock down his throat, as much as he possibly could before he was gagging and pulling off, gasping.
He knew he was being sloppy and inexperienced, but Finn didn’t seem to mind, going by the look of shock and pleasure on his face.
“Show me, Finn. Show me what you like.” Jaime leaned forward and took the fat head back into his mouth, suckling there like Finn had done to him.
Finn hiccuped, “Yes, like that.” His hand twisted further into Jaime’s hair and gently guided him down, encouraging him to swallow more. “Take a little more, just like that. There you go, baby.”
The soft dominance of it had Jaime whining and thrusting his hips forward, seeking friction, relief, grinding into the sofa cushion.
Through heavy breaths and fangs, Finn choked out, “Use your other hand, yeah. Harder. Mmmph. Oh—fuck. Yes. S-such a good fucking boy—boy. Already so good at this, Jaime. Jaime!”
Jaime sunk into a hazy pleasure, Finn’s words casting a spell over him, making him feel liquid and warm. He used a hand to twist and tug along Finn’s cock where he couldn’t fit it into his mouth, before dropping down to gently massage and tug on his balls while dragging his tongue along the sensitive underside of Finn’s tip.
His slurping hums and wet gasping breaths were lewd in the quiet of the cabin, but seemed to be driving Finn’s pleasure even higher. Grasping his shaft again, Jaime tried alternating between gentle pressure and a more firm hold, tightening even further at Finn’s encouragement.
Eventually, Jaime wanted to work up to taking him all the way into his throat and swallowing, like Finn had done, but his jaw was already aching from the size and, well, he didn’t think Finn was going to last long enough anyway.
Finn widened his knees further and released his tight grip on Jaime’s hand, now tangling both in his hair and guiding Jaime’s sucking pulls as he made little involuntary thrusts up. Finn was whining now, breathy uh, uh, uh, sounds coming out every time Jaime took him further.
With both hands free, Jaime used the saliva and precum leaking all over to glide his hands up and down the base of Finn’s cock, one on top of the other.
Finn tugged gently on Jaime’s hair. “Baby—baby—baby, I’m going to come s-soon—soon, if you don’t stop?—”
Jaime hummed and fit his mouth back over the thick crown. He could feel the root of Finn’s dick swelling, and when he paused, both hands a firm squeeze around the rapidly expanding base as he continued to suck and lap at the tip, Finn gasped.
“Ooh—oh, Jaimejaimejaimejaime. Look at me. L-look at me—me. There. Good boy. Keep it right—there. Hmmph. Take it. Yeah, just like that. Take it—it!”
Finn’s voice pitched even lower as he grunted and hiccuped out jumbled praise and commands between aborted thrusts up, up, up, and Jaime could feel the rumble of it in his chest.
He was floating now, a pleasure-induced fog had blanketed his senses as he peered up at Finn through his lashes, wet tears leaking while he held his breath between gasps. Eyes locked, all he could do was listen to Finn’s words, let his firm hold at the nape of his neck guide him as he continued his two-handed grip at the base of Finn’s cock.
“Harder, Jaime. Squeeze. Yes. Such a good boy. Yes! Fuck! Ooh—ooh! I don’t—I don’t know—Jaime. I’m going to—Ah!” Finn cried out, and the base of his cock swelled large in Jaime’s grip.
His knot.
It was such a surreal experience to hold Finn’s knot in his hands, to feel it pulse and throb as he sucked down as much of his cock as he could, tongue teasing his slit. Jaime may have read more than a little werewolf smut in his day, but experiencing the real thing was revelatory. He had a feeling that sex with Finn would continue to be that way for a long while, yet.
God, he loved this man. He was so damn lucky.
Jaime continued his steady, firm hold the way that Finn liked, and then he was coming down Jaime’s throat in deep, heavy pulses. He swallowed through it all—cum tasting salty and slightly bitter, and entirely of Finn.
Intoxicating.
Finn’s hold on the nape of Jaime’s neck was firm as he fed Jaime as much of his cock as he could take, and he groaned when Finn’s hips jerked and thrust with each spill, cock kicking in his mouth.
Jaime tried swallowing all of it, but there was so much. Finn just kept coming, pumping more and more down his throat, a tiny hnnf sound coming from him each time. Some dribbled down Jaime’s chin, creating even more mess.
When Finn’s grip finally relented, Jaime pulled off with a wet gasp. Breathing hard, he rested his cheek on Finn’s thigh for a few seconds, or maybe minutes, until he caught his breath.
Dazedly, he patted his hand around on the ground without looking until he found his discarded shirt, and swiped at his wet face. So gently, he cleaned up the mess they’d both made of Finn’s spent cock, resting heavily on his thigh.
Knees stiff and erection aching, Jaime flicked his gaze up to find Finn staring at him, flushed, eyes pleasure-bright and shocky, and so very loving.
“Jaime. Baby. Come here,” he panted, reaching out with one taloned hand before it flopped back on to the couch.
Jaime smirked, and finished removing Finn’s shoes and pants, discarding everything to the side before he crawled his way up into his lap again. Finn listed to the side, groaning, and rolled them until Jaime was laying half on top, all pressed up against each other on the narrow couch.
Still breathing like a freight train, Finn wrapped a hairy arm around him, idly scratching up and down his back, giving him the most delicious goosebumps. Jaime arched into it, sighing in pleasure.
They laid like that for several minutes while Finn’s breathing slowed, and even though he was still hard and aching, Jaime thought that he could live in this moment forever. He’d been on his knees for Finn, had let him feed his cock down his throat, and yet he had never felt more powerful, more erotic and sexy as he had in that moment.
Eventually, he realized the rumbling he felt wasn’t Finn’s breathing at all, but a steady hum coming from his chest. And it seemed to be getting louder.
“Are you purring?” Jaime asked into the quiet, lips moving against Finn’s neck as he spoke.
With monumental effort, Finn propped his chin up on his hand and shot a confused look down at his chest. “I don’t know.”
At Jaime’s raised eyebrows, Finn gave a sleepy chuckle. “Truly. This has never happened before.”
Jaime giggled, “Oh.”
Finn’s smile was small and as warm as the midnight sun. “Oh?”
Jaime threw an arm across his eyes. “Yes, oh,” he got out between giggles.
Finn was laughing too, the moment infectious. “What is so funny?”
Full on belly laughing now, Jaime turned into Finn’s chest. Between gasps, he explained, “You’re a giant, hairy, wolf man. An apex predator. And you purr like a kitten.”
They both laughed at Jaime’s explanation, tumbling against each other. Finally quieting, Jaime pressed his hand against Finn’s chest, fingers lightly scratching through the hair there. He loved how it felt against his skin.
The purring picked up again.
Finn wiped at the laughing tears on his face and laid his head back down on Jaime’s shoulder. “Fuck. I think you might have actually killed me. Sucked the life straight out of my cock.”
Jaime gave an amused hum, and turned to place a trail of kisses along Finn’s temple.
Turning his head so their lips brushed as he spoke, Finn sobered. “Was that ok? I’ve never… I mean—I’ve never reacted that way. I didn’t even mean to come, but as soon as we started, fuck, Jaime. I just, I mean, did I hurt you? Make you take too much? I should have asked first, if you wanted me to?—”
Jaime pressed his lips lightly against Finn’s to stop the nervous ramble. “I’ve literally jacked off to nearly that exact scenario, Finn. Starring you. The knot was a fucking amazing bonus, by the way. I’m glad we cleared that mystery up.”
He stroked his fingers through Finn’s chest hair. “Yes, I’m ok. No, you didn’t hurt me. Yes, I want to do it again, and yes, I want you to keep telling me what to do during sex. I’m still hard from it.” To prove his point, he rocked his stiff erection into Finn’s thigh where it was slotted between his legs.
Somehow, he still had his jeans on.
Finn’s eyes darkened, and to Jaime’s surprise, he turned his body more fully into him and ground his re-hardening cock against his. “Good. I’m glad. But I’ll always check in, Jaime. And if there’s ever anything you don’t want to do?—”
“I’ll tell you,” Jaime said, cutting him off and reaching down to take Finn back in hand. “Now, I vividly recall saying exactly what I do want you to do to me after I sucked your dick.”
Finn pounced.