Page 7 of By the Blood Moon

He pressed up against Finn, and guided one of his overlarge hands around so that he was cupping Jaime’s ass. He saw the moment Finn felt the base of the plug through the denim; watched his nostrils flare, canines punching through his gums as he crowded Jaime back against the porch railing, nipping at the base of his throat.

“Jaime.When did you put this in, hmm?”

“Just a few minutes ago, when I went to the bathroom while the three of you were busy hanging the lights,” he said with a smirk.

Finn huffed a laugh. “Sneaky, sneaky boy.”

A pulse of arousal shot down the length of Jaime’s cock, aided by the way Finn was pressing gently on the flared base of the plug, his hand hidden from sight by the porch railing.

“Are you going to tell me how naughty I’ve been?” Jaime asked, mostly to tease. He wanted to rile Finn up a bit before this evening. But when a smug, cocky smile stretched across his face, exposing more of one fang, Jaime had a feeling he was about to regret starting this little game.

“And why would I do that, when we both know how much you prefer it when I tell you what agood boyyou are?” Finn angled his knee up between Jaime’s legs, grinding the meat of his thigh into Jaime’s cock while pressing harder on the base of the plug from behind.

Jaime’s breath caught in his throat, and he took hold of Finn’s shoulders to steady himself.

Leaning in, Finn whispered his next words right into Jaime’s ear. “Or what about when I tell you how good you are at swallowing my cock, hmm? Choking on it like you can’t breathe without the taste of me in your mouth, lips spit-messy and swollen.”

Jaime whimpered, both from Finn’s words and the way he was rocking Jaime back and forth between the plug stretching him open and the friction of his thigh.

“But the thing you do best,” Finn crooned, “is taking my knot deep into this tight ass, yeah? I barely even have to push it in, most nights, with how greedy your hole is to be filled by your mate’s cock. Isn’t that what makes you mybest boy?”

“Fuck,”Jaime croaked, hazy with lust and wishing Finn would find some hidden alcove, shove him into it, and do all of the filthy things he’d just said.

“Answer me, baby,” Finn groaned, giving the meat of Jaime’s ass a firm squeeze.

“Yes. I’m your good boy. Just yours,” Jaime whispered, breathless.

Finn chuffed, and pressed his smile into Jaime’s hair. “See? Now, why would I call you naughty when it’s so much easier to take you apart with just a few words of praise?” He stepped back and released Jaime, who wobbled for a second, grasping onto the railing until he felt steadier on his feet.

Jaime glared up at Finn, and reached down to tuck his hardened cock into the waistband of his jeans. “That wasn’t fair.”

Finn winked, doing the same with his own erection. “Two can play the teasing game, baby.”

“Oh, you haven’tseenteasing yet,” Jaime mumbled.

Something predatory flashed in Finn’s eyes, but before he could retort, the front door opened and Silas hollered, “Are you two done now? We’re bringing out the pumpkins.”

Jaime cast one last haughty look at Finn, walking around him to where Silas and Sam were carrying out their jack-o'-lanterns to place on either side of the steps leading up the porch, freshly carved and ready to be lit. Finn grinned, and lightly smacked his ass as he passed by before turning to follow.

Silas and Sam rolled their eyes nearly in unison, almost like they’d planned it.

Sam and Jaime dropped several battery-operated tea lights into each pumpkin, making their wide, goofy grins and toothy scowls glow in the dim, cloudy afternoon. Meanwhile, Finn and Silas set the two life-sized skeletons they’d bought in rocking chairs on either side of the front door.

When the totes that Finn and Jaime had brought were finally empty, the four of them stepped back onto the sidewalk together, taking in their hard work.

Orange and purple twinkle lights were hung all along the awning at even intervals, wrapping around the porch and winding up the support beams, giving the whole yard a warm,welcoming glow. Finn had hung paper bats from the ceiling, and they gently swayed and danced in the light, autumn breeze. The pumpkins that Silas and Sam had carved looked amazing sitting on either side of the porch steps, all six of them made to look a little different, ranging from funny to menacing. The banner topped everything off, welcoming their soon-to-arrive trick-or-treaters.

"It's perfect," Jaime exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

"This was fun," Sam added, almost shyly. Jaime slung an arm over his shoulder.

Silas clapped Finn on the back. “Right. So, where’s the candy?"

Finn paled. “I thought you said you two were going to get it?”

Together, Jaime and Sam rolled their eyes and said, “Oh, for crying out loud!”

Finn sighed. “I’ll go get my truck keys.”

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