Page 65 of Ravenous

“Come then,” Finn ordered, diving back in.

Ollie wasn’t sure how long he’d last as that talented tongue breached his entrance again, stretching and swirling in his channel until he was pressing his forehead into the mattress and gasping. Jolts of electric pleasure zinged through Ollie’s limbs, making him cry out as his cock swelled. He’d never been wetter and more open in his life and he weakly clenched around Finn, who moaned in return, stretching his tongue further, twisting the tip against a place that made Ollie see stars.

Those electric jolts turned into a lightning storm, surging through Ollie’s body and he arched back, trying to impale himself as much as he could, wanting more, wanting to be filled. Another answering groan shook his tunnel and it was more than Ollie could take; he lost control, coming hands-free with a choked wail, shooting onto the bed below and then sagging in Finn’s hold.

He didn’t know how long he was out but when reality coalesced, Finn was lying next to him, his self-satisfied smirk large and offensive. “Welcome back.”

Ollie felt so blissed out that he allowed it. “Y-You-” he coughed, his voice raspy, and before he even thought about asking for water, Finn was reaching to the bedside table and helping him sit up, putting the glass to his lips. For the first time in ages, Ollie didn’t care about calories or potential weight; he only wanted to quench his thirst.

“Feeling better?” The smug grin was gone, replaced with heated concern, and Ollie nodded once he was done, biting his lip. “Good.” Taking the glass away, Finn placed it back on the bedside table.

“You weren’t lying, you have incredible talent.” Ollie took in Finn’s defined chest, where two rosy nipples poked from a luscious carpet of dark curled hair, a small silver ring dangling from its chain between them. Then his eyes strayed further south, following the tapered trail to the tent in Finn’s sleep pants; the generous dark spot on the front let Ollie know that he wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed the rimming. “Are you an alien? Because your tongue isnotregulation.”

Chuckling, Finn gathered Ollie into his arms and he went languidly, eyes widening as Finn’s ridiculously hard shaft pressed against his thigh. “I have something else that’s not regulation.”

“Yeah?” Ollie squirmed, shifting his leg and rubbing, loving how Finn’s eyelids fluttered. “Is it the cucumber you researched on?” His tone was sensual, low, and husky, so it took Finn a moment for the words to sink in, and when they did he snorted. Somehow, that one little sound set them both off and their laughter filled the bedroom as they leaned into each other.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” Finn told him once they caught their breath. Wrapping arms around Ollie’s shoulders and waist, Finn held him close, his cock still at full mast and capturing most of Ollie’s attention.

“Mmhmm.” Ollie didn’t have the brain power for a snarky reply, not when Finn had aligned their hips and pressed just right, sending tingles down Ollie’s spine and starting him up again. “Finn.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” The facetious tone and cocky grin would have earned anyone else a poke but, for some unexplained reason, Ollie loved it.

And he realized that he hadn’t testedallof Finn’s research, not yet. Steeling himself, he focused through the fog of his pleasure-soaked mind and put his hands on Finn’s chest, pushing him down. Getting the memo, Finn held onto Ollie, laying back until Ollie rested on top, dutifully keeping their hips together. The change in position caused them to both groan and at this point Ollie’s cock was completely awake again, drooling into his shirt, which was now bunched around him as his legs splayed on either side of Finn.

“Is this still okay?” Ollie whispered, plucking at the T-shirt, suddenly self-conscious.

Finn pressed a kiss to his lips, giving the seam a quick lick before pulling away. “I think it’s sexy. But these should go.” He gestured at his pants.

Pretty sure he wore his own self-satisfied smirk, Ollie winked at Finn. Grabbing the hem of the soft black sleep pants, Ollie brought them up and over a gorgeous leaking dick, and then down Finn’s meaty biteable thighs, running fingers over his calves and ankles before yanking them off and tossing them to the floor.

Resuming his spot atop Finn, Ollie tilted to one side, gliding his knuckles along the prominent vein on Finn’s shaft, admiring.

“Nnnn.” Finn tossed his head to the side, the tops of his cheeks an enticing pink.

“You know…” Ollie stated casually, teasing the cock in front of him with light touches, then a firmer press. “You scored two points tonight.”

“Y-Yeah?” It came out more high-pitched than Ollie had expected and he relished it.

“Yeah.First,” Ollie wrapped his fingers around the impressive thickness; his thumb and index finger barely met, making him shiver. “I’ve never been rimmed before.”

“Rea-lly?” The word cracked halfway through as Finn’s eyes rolled up, telling Ollie that the way he twisted his hand couldn’t be more perfect.

“Yes, rea-lly. And it’s going on the regular menu because we cannot waste that kind of talent.” Squeezing his fist a little more tightly, Ollie bit his lip, his cock leaking as Finn let out a sensual gasp, swinging his head to the other side, bunching the sheet in his fists. “The second point goes to the hands-free orgasm. I didn’t even know I could do that. Whoareyou?”

Despite being in the throes of pleasure, Finn managed a weak chuckle, cracking open an eye. “I’m your knight.”

Ollie froze, struck by Finn’s charm once again. If he was outside of this relationship, he’d think the lines were cheesy but they weren’t. They were true. Finn’s feelings were true. And at that moment Ollie had an epiphany - maybe theywouldwork out. Maybe everythingwouldbe okay. Having a knight meant having protection and once tragedy caught up to him it might bounce off Finn’s shield, deflected, not needing to be outrun.

A blast of energy surged through Ollie’s system. For the first time in a while, he felt truly alive, optimistic, like he didn’t have to escape, and it was all Finn’s doing. Skin buzzing, Ollie leaned up, initiating another series of dirty kisses, letting himself become overwhelmed, jerking his hand and spearing his tongue like a man possessed. And he was. They both were because it didn’t take very long for Finn to start twitching.

With a gasp, he pulled away, wrapping his fingers over Ollie’s and stilling them.

“Easy there, I don’t want to leave the party before it even starts.” He was breathless, his hair wrecked and eyes lidded, practically smoldering, and Ollie couldn’t get enough of him.

“Then let’s start it.” Releasing Finn’s cock, Ollie slid off him. “Do you have any lube?”

“I do,” Finn replied, but it took him a moment to move. He seemed to be as foggy as Ollie had been. Retrieving a small bottle from the bedside table, Finn flipped the cap open; however, before he handed it off, his expression turned serious. “I need to ask again. Are you feeling up to this?”

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