Page 5 of By the Blood Moon

Finn wasn't willing to leave anything ambiguous on the table, given how new it was for them both, Jaime’s PTSD, and the fact that Finn wouldn’t beplayinga predator—he actually was one. Lines could accidentally be crossed in a high-intensity situation like that, and he was focused on making sure everything would be safe and fun for them both, especially this first time.

Jaime loved him so fucking much for it.

He felt silly afterwards for the hot sting of embarrassment and hurt that had been his knee-jerk reaction when Finn hadn’t immediately jumped on him after he voiced the idea. He’d beennervous to bring up something so different, something that would require a level of trust and rawness he hadn’t shared with anyone else, ever. And he hadn’t wanted Finn to think that their everyday sex life wasn’t spectacular—because it absolutely fucking was—or that Jaime thought of him as a wild animal.

He’d worried about a lot of things, really, and he’d taken Finn’s checking in on him as rejection, rather than consideration for his needs and safety.

But if he was worried that discussing their boundaries with each other would cool him off of wanting to try primal play with Finn, or sterilize the act by setting guidelines for each other, he was sorely mistaken. Because after discussing the few things they didn’t want to do together, they moved to the things they did want to do, and it quickly became clear to Jaime just how much Finn wanted this with him, heightening his anticipation even more.

“First, we need a color system,” Finn said a couple of nights after they’d first discussed it. They’d curled up on the couch together, content and full after eating homemade fettuccine Alfredo, while Finn flipped through the articles he’d read on primal play.

“A color system? Like a safe word?” Jaime asked.

“Sort of. If we do a color system, like traffic lights, we can check in on each other. Green for all good, yellow for pause and discuss, and red for stop.”

Jaime ran his fingers up Finn’s forearm. “You’re sexy when you study.”

Finn snickered. “Do those colors work for you?”

Jaime nodded, tucking further into Finn’s side. “Yeah, those sound good. I like that we can pause that way, instead of just stopping altogether.”

They talked through some of the more common aspects of primal play, and Finn asked Jaime what parts he’d enjoyed mostfrom the books he’d read. Jaime blushed, but slowly explained that it was the chase, the rawness of leaning into their roles of “predator” and “prey,” paired with the lack of control, and the inevitability of surrender to Finn, and only Finn, that he found almost… healing.

Intoxicating and sexy, yes, but knowing it was Finn chasing him, Finn catching him, Finn holding him down, that nothing would stop Finn from finding him and giving him pleasure beyond anything he thought possible, that soothed his frayed edges.

When Jaime finished explaining, Finn looked at him as softly as he ever had, and kissed his temple. “Is that something you want to do more, outside of primal play? Like, some kind of Dom and sub dynamic, in our regular sex lives?”

Jaime squirmed. “Um, maybe? I actually think it could be fun to try being the more dominant one, every now and then. If that’s something you would want? Sometimes, when I’m blowing you, or licking your fangs, you get sort of… melty. You’re all big, and soft, and you make this whimpering noise that makes me want to tell you what to do to me.”

The imprint of Finn’s cock lengthened down the leg of his joggers as Jaime spoke. “Yes, Jaime. Yes, we can definitely try that,” he choked through his descended canines.

Jaime turned his head to kiss Finn’s cheek. “Thank you. But, that’s a discussion for another day. For now—I don’t want to be tied up. I don’t think I’d handle that very well, all things considered, and you’re more than strong enough to hold me down already. Also, don’t pee on me. Or in me. No peeing, please. And don’t spit directly into my mouth.”

Finn blinked. “Noted. No peeing, no spitting. Ah, well, what about prep? Lube is a hard line for me, and I know how much you enjoy the stretch, but I really don’t want to risk knotting you without making sure you’re ready.”

Jaime nodded. “I’ve thought about that. I think I want to prep myself beforehand, and then I can wear a plug. I like theideaof you not caring whether I’m ready or not, but I don’t actually want you to knot me without some help,” he finished, chuckling.

“I agree,” Finn nodded. “And no intentional pain. Or blood, or anything like that, either. I don’t want to worry about hurting you too much. It would take me out of it, and that’s not a line I want to brush up against.”

That was just fine with Jaime. He wasn't into intentional pain; he loved Finn's intensity and how overwhelming sex with him could be, and he wanted to see him truly let go, to act on his unmitigated need, but not to cause pain for pain's sake.

Finn said he would have to run several patrols around their home before they started, to make sure they were alone in the woods, and then they decided that Halloween night after they got home from Silas and Sam’s would be the night they tried.

“And if you’re not totally feeling it, we can wait, baby. I don’t want to push it,” Finn said, voice gentle.

Jaime knocked his forehead into Finn’s. “That goes both ways, you know. You’ve been so concerned about whether I feel safe, but if you don’t feel right about something, or aren’t enjoying it, just say the word, and it’s done. It won’t hurt my feelings. I promise. I only want this if you do, too.”

Finn smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Grinning, Jaime said, “No matter how Halloween night ends, I’m looking forward to spending it with you, Mr. Swoony Broad Shoulders.”

Finn guffawed. “Mr. Swoony Broad Shoulders? What is that?”

“It’s what I called you in my head before we met, when we were still talking through the app. It was the shoulders that did it for me, really,” Jaime said, sighing wistfully.

Finn’s eyes twinkled. “Is that so? Well, how do they hold up in reality? Are theyswoonyenough for you?”

Jaime turned in his arms, straddling Finn’s lap on their oversized, man-eating couch. He sat back against Finn’s knees, cocking an eyebrow as he assessed the broad shoulders in question. “Hmm… I’m not sure. I think I’ll need a closer look. Or maybe just a different viewing angle…”

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