38. THIRTY-EIGHT
THIRTY-EIGHT
Finn’s grip is so soft yet his skin is so rough. I’ve never thought much about his hands up until now. They’re sort of big, considering the rest of him, but just one wrapped around my length is so overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Bunny…” he mumbles with his face buried into my shoulderblade. With me being hoisted up onto the counter he has easy access to most of my body. He’s definitely taking advantage of that, stroking my cock while looking up at me with wide eyes. “Feels good?”
“Y-Yeah.” My voice comes out all quivery and weak, back arched like I want him to do dirty things to me. And I do, don’t I? I could stop this if I really wanted. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not disgusting. Not that way. I don’t want him to stop. I want this as much as he does.
What does that make me?
Translucent pre-cum dribbles down the side of my cock, with Finn smearing it all over my shaft as he goes faster and faster. “You’re so cute. B-Biting your lip like that. It really feels good, doesn’t it?”
He knows it does. I’m thrusting against his hand so pathetically, letting out weak little moans every now and then. He knows that I’m loving this. “You just wanna hear it,” I groan and turn my head away.
“I do.” Finn affirms with a low voice. “So s-say it. Please?”
The “please” is what gets me. “I-It feels good, Finn.”
His strokes pick up in pace. So fast and hot that my mind begins to spin a bit. A free hand moves to try and grab his wrist to pull it off, but it doesn’t budge a bit. He’s too strong for me.
“What’s wrong?” Finn’s nose trails from my shoulder up to the curve of my neck before his tongue begins to lap at my skin. “Gonna… Gonna c-come soon, bunny?”
“Finn—” I protest, only to be cut off by the feeling of his mouth latching onto me. He begins sucking, undoubtedly leaving an ugly bruise. “A-Ah, fuck… Finn… C-Come on…”
Just as I begin to reach my limit, he stops. It’s so sudden that I whine out with nothing but desperation in my voice.
“Say you love me.” His voice is the hungriest it’s been since I’ve met him. Pressed up against me, he nuzzles into my neck. “Tell me you love me, Duncan. Say it. S-Say it.”
The intensity of his stare is almost frightening. I never once thought that anyone in my life could ever care about me like this, let alone love me this way. My own parents couldn’t love me, so why would Finn?
I can’t wrap my head around it. Maybe some things don’t need to be explained. They are because they are, and that’s enough. He’s enough, no matter how loud the logical side of my brain screams at me that he shouldn’t be.
Life is exhausting. People spend every second they have on the planet looking for what I have here with him, and they never find it. Our love came into my lap at an unexpected time, and maybe the way it came to be was fucked up—but it’s here.
He’s here.
And I’ve come to find that just being here means so, so much to me.
“I love you.” I don’t think it’s a lie anymore. No, I know it’s not a lie anymore. I wanted to do the right thing, and I wanted to be good. Anyone else would fight for survival and die here, but I don't want to die. Not really. Did I before? Yeah, but I want to live, too. I really do want to live.
My days are full of nothing but quiet moments and relaxation, even the worst arguments fade eventually. Knowing that when things get tough, Finn will take care of me is strangely reassuring. The world moves too fast for me, but when I’m with him it slows down.
Chuckling in an almost sinister tone, Finn continues. “I know. I-I know you do. You really do, don’t you? You l-love me… I knew you would…”
Disgustingly sloppy squelches resonate between us, only mixed in with pathetic vocalizations from none other than me. It’s my undoing, the way my body melts into his like two pieces of a fucked up puzzle.
When I finally come, the clarity that comes after isn’t the same as it was before. Instead of being disgusted with myself or convincing myself this is all part of some grand plan to escape, I let myself rest against him. His arm is so secure when it wraps around my waist to hold me.
“Felt good?”
“Uh… U-Uh huh…”
Kissing my cheek, Finn hoists me into his arms properly. The amount of strength he has is always a little surprising, especially considering the fact I haven’t seen him ever workout. I guess he does chop firewood and stuff, but is that really enough?
“You’re all dirty, bunny.” He says affectionately while shouldering open the door to the bathroom. “I’m gonna get you nice and clean, and then we’re gonna watch a m-movie on the couch.”
Nodding wordlessly, a satisfied noise leaves my lips as he begins undressing me all the way.
Both garments I have on fall into a pile on the floor, leaving me exposed.
Although the way he stares at me is still nothing short of starving, there’s a lot more affection and softness interlaced than before.
Before he sets me down, I lean forward to pull him into a kiss. It’s quick, nothing more than a peck. But it’s worth it to see the way he beams like he’s won the lottery, eyes lighting up with all sorts of warm feelings.
“I love you, Duncan.”
“I love you too, Finn.”