Page 100 of Ravenous

“I love it!” Arms wrapped around Finn’s neck and Ollie’s warm lips pressed to his, leaving far too quickly. “And I love you.”

Finn would never tire of hearing that. “I love you too.”

Giving Ollie one more lingering kiss, Finn turned sideways, walking them into the entryway and kicking off his shoes. Placing Ollie down, Finn held him steady as he did the same.

“How about I give you a quick tour, tell you where I put some of the things I unpacked for you? I figured we’d do the rest together?” Finn held out his hand, and as always, his heart raced when Ollie took it, smiling softly.

“Okay.”

Ollie’s stuff didn’t take up much space, so the tour was mostly to reacquaint him with the layout of the townhouse since he’d only stayed over once a few months ago. But he seemed to remember where everything was, and when they made it to the bedroom, he sat on the mattress, studying the vanity in the corner and nodding appreciatively.

“You put it in the perfect place. Close enough to the window for natural light but not so close that I’m washed out. And I love that there’s room for more drawers on either side.”

“The offer of your own room still stands. For the makeup and the livestreams and everything.” Finn gestured toward the hallway, at the extra bedroom that he used to store his exercise bike and other miscellaneous items, including Ollie’s things; after he was fully unpacked it would be easy to have the space set up as a studio or a study.

“I’ll think about it,” Ollie yawned, pulling out his wallet. “I’m still going to do makeup because it’s fun, but I haven’t decided on the whole Olleelicious thing yet.”

“And you don’t have to.” Finn watched as Ollie reached into the little zippered pocket, carefully pulling out a dried sunflower petal.

“I know.” With just as much care, he placed the petal on the nightstand, nonchalantly touching Finn’s heart. “Is this my side?”

“Yes.” Leaning down, Finn kissed his nose this time, picking up the sunflowers that Ollie had laid beside him. “How about you get changed while I put these in water?”

“What should I change into Mr. Cooper?” Ollie drawled the words in a dangerously enticing voice, and Finn forgot that he was supposed to be finding a vase.

“Clothing is optional.” With a wicked grin, Finn snapped into motion as he remembered his mission, which he completed at lightning speed, and he quickly returned to the bedroom with a readied bouquet and his cock at half-mast.

Only to find Ollie lying back on the mattress, pants open, shirt half-off, fast asleep.

Finn found it more cute than frustrating. The day had been full of excitement, from leaving treatment to his party in the park, and Ollie wasn’t used to it. He needed rest.

Placing the sunflowers on the dresser, Finn closed Ollie’s open shirt, took off his socks, and pulled the sheet over him. Central air kept the room comfortable but Finn laid a blanket at the foot of the bed just in case, and then sat beside him for a moment, watching him sleep, studying the peace on his face with a smile, and whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here now.”

“Either the sex was so great my mind went blank or I shamefully passed out on you,” Ollie said from the kitchen doorway, startling Finn, who dropped the spoon right into the pot he’d been stirring.

“Remind me to get a bell for your neck.” Fishing out the utensil, he tossed it in the sink, shutting off the food and drying his wet hand; thankfully, the water hadn’t started boiling. “And it’s fine. We have the rest of our lives to fool around so-” The rest of the sentence didn’t stand a chance as Ollie strolled into the room, wearing a long sheer purple shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

“But what if I want to fool around now?” Ollie took a few more steps, his bare feet making almost no noise as he glided toward Finn, who squeezed the towel he held, mesmerized, his cock immediately rising.

Not knowing where to touch, Finn hesitated for a few seconds, his gaze everywhere until Ollie closed the gap between them, reaching up to wrap his arms around Finn’s shoulders while tilting his head, asking for a kiss.

And of course, Finn had to oblige; he missed being able to kiss Ollie without anyone around. Dropping the towel, he delved deep, running his hands all over the shimmery fabric, swallowing Ollie’s moans. Within seconds, the T-shirt began to tent as Ollie pressed himself into Finn’s thigh, hot and needy, and Finn answered by grabbing Ollie’s ass, pushing him down on his leg while grinding his cock against Ollie’s stomach.

Clawing at each other while trying to circle their hips caused them both to stumble, and Finn broke away, tasting Ollie on his tongue. Without saying a word, he walked them back a few steps until Ollie’s butt connected with the table.

“W-What?” Glancing over his shoulder, Ollie bit his lip and shivered, spurring Finn on. The car session hadn’t been nearly enough and Ollie had just served himself up on a shiny purple platter.

Swiping yesterday’s mail and a pine cone centerpiece to the floor, Finn cradled the back of Ollie’s head and gently laid him back until he was sprawled out across the oak table, the shirt riding up, showing Finn only excitement. Ollie didn’t need makeup to look otherworldly for right now, with swollen lips and dilated pupils, his curls in a messy halo around his head, it was like he’d captured an elfin prince.

Whining, Ollie shifted, the purple sheen over him dancing under the light, igniting his skin and Finn’s libido. His nipples teased through the fabric and Finn dove for those first, leaning over Ollie and sucking one into his mouth, T-shirt and all.

Crying out, Ollie curled around him. “Finn!Aaaah!That’s-” Legs circled Finn’s waist as he released the morsel with a pop, studying the dark circle he’d made on the fabric and the hard nub protruding from its center. Moving across, he did the same to its twin, which begged for Finn’s tongue, standing proud and tall once he was done.

Standing up, Finn grabbed the hem of his shirt, making sure he had Ollie’s focus before pulling it over his head, his shorts and underwear quickly following. In response, Ollie made a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat, one of his hands reaching up, almost of its own accord, and then dropping to the table.

Coming back, Finn slid a hand up Ollie’s leg, stopping as soon as he reached fabric. “Can I touch you under here?”

Sitting up so fast that they almost knocked heads, Ollie yanked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

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