SHORT STORIES 17 #2
"I... I can't believe how deep you are," Finn whispered against Magnus's lips. "It feels like you're splitting me open, but it feels so good."
Magnus smiled, his eyes dark with lust. He flexed his hips upward gently, pushing a bit more inside. Finn cried out, his head falling back, the ruffled dress slipping off one shoulder. Magnus took the opportunity to kiss and nip at the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone. One of his hands wrapped around Finn's leaking cock, stroking it in time with their movements.
The pleasure built steadily. Finn began to move faster, lifting and lowering himself with growing confidence. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, mixed with Finn's breathy moans and Magnus's low groans. Magnus was incredibly patient, letting Finn set the pace while providing support and encouragement.
After several minutes of this, Magnus carefully flipped them over without pulling out. Finn found himself on his back, legs spread wide around the bigger man's waist. Magnus loomed over him, his muscular body casting a shadow. He kissed Finn deeply again, then began to thrust slowly, carefully feeding more of his length inside with each gentle push.
Finn clawed at Magnus's back, his nails digging into the hard muscle. "Yes... oh god, Magnus... more," he begged, his voice high and needy.
Magnus obliged, working deeper until he was buried as far as Finn could comfortably take him. He kept his thrusts measured and deep, grinding against that sensitive spot inside Finn with every motion. Finn's small cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Magnus's abs and leaking profusely.
The sensations were incredible. Finn felt completely owned, filled beyond anything he had experienced before. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Magnus leaned down, capturing one of Finn's nipples in his mouth through the thin fabric of the dress, sucking and biting gently while his hips continued their steady rhythm.
"You're perfect," Magnus murmured between kisses. "So eager, so tight around me. I could stay inside you all night."
Finn could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. His body moved instinctively, meeting Magnus's thrusts as best he could. The pressure inside him built higher and higher, coiling tight in his core. Magnus sensed it and sped up slightly, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot repeatedly.
"I'm... I'm going to..." Finn gasped, his eyes squeezing shut.
"Come for me, baby," Magnus commanded softly, stroking Finn's cock faster.
Finn came hard with a loud cry, his small cock pulsing between them, spilling over Magnus's hand and their stomachs. His inner muscles clenched rhythmically around the massive intrusion, milking Magnus's cock. The sensation pushed Magnus closer to the edge, but he held back, wanting to draw it out.
He continued thrusting through Finn's orgasm, gentler now as Finn rode out the aftershocks. When Finn's breathing began to steady, Magnus pulled out slowly, eliciting a whimper from the smaller man at the sudden emptiness. He flipped Finn onto his stomach, propping a pillow under his hips to lift his ass invitingly.
Magnus took a moment to admire the view: Finn's flushed skin, the ruffled dress bunched up, his hole slightly open and glistening from the earlier activity. He applied more lube generously and pressed back inside, this time from behind. The new position allowed even deeper penetration. Finn moaned into the pillow as Magnus sank in, taking him almost to the hilt.
From there, Magnus began to fuck him with more purpose, long deep strokes that had Finn pushing back eagerly. The bed creaked under their combined weight and the force of Magnus's movements. One of Magnus's large hands reached under Finn to stroke his cock again, which was already stirring back to life.
Finn was in ecstasy, lost completely to the sensation of being so thoroughly taken by this very big man. The stretch, the fullness, the way Magnus's body covered his own protectively yet dominantly. He felt small, desired, and completely satisfied.
Magnus's pace increased gradually, his breathing growing ragged. "You feel incredible," he groaned. "I'm close, baby."
"Come inside me," Finn pleaded, turning his head to look back at Magnus with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "Please, I want to feel it."
That was all Magnus needed. With a deep, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. His massive cock pulsed, flooding Finn with hot, thick spurts. The sheer volume and force of it made Finn gasp and moan, feeling every pulse deep inside. Magnus kept moving through his orgasm, drawing it out, filling Finn completely.
When he finally finished, Magnus stayed buried inside for a long moment, both of them catching their breath. He kissed the back of Finn's neck tenderly, his hands stroking soothingly over Finn's sides and thighs.
"You're amazing," Magnus whispered. "I want to do this again. Many times."
Finn smiled dreamily, his body limp and satisfied beneath the bigger man. "I'd like that too. A lot."
Magnus eventually pulled out carefully, a rush of his cum following. He gathered Finn into his strong arms, holding him close on the bed. They lay there together, exchanging soft kisses and gentle touches as the sounds of the party faintly drifted up from downstairs. For now, the world outside the bedroom didn't matter. There was only the connection they had forged, the promise of more encounters between the delicate Finn and the very big Magnus.
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