Page 28 of Stealing the Merman

“Feels good,” Darin whimpered, overjoyed by the faint burn of the stretch. It set his body aflame, fueling his affection for Finn. He’d do anything for him. “Don’t stop.”

Finn pushed forward until he bottomed out. Darin dropped a pleased moan, elated by the fullness. He hadn’t shared his bed with anyone since leavingThe Pillaging Seasand pirate life behind, and no matter how wide Conall used to spread him, Darin had narrowed over the long months of loneliness.

“I’m all the way in,” Finn said, and Darin nodded, grateful.

Finn built a languid rhythm moving in and out of Darin. It took him high. Finn made him feel every little movement as his digits dragged along his walls. Darin tensed and relaxed around them, his lust thriving. For the longest time, Finn pleasured him with a simple push and pull act, massaging his insides. It lit Darin’s desire, increasing it with every motion. He let out a keen cry as it mounted. Desperate for more, he rolled his hips.

Finn took pity on him, and when he drove into him next, he crooked his fingers on the way out, grazing his prostate. Darin screamed in need. His prostate hadn’t been touched in months, and with Finn’s fingertips traveling over it, he was reminded how much he’d missed this most intimate touch. It made him feel connected like little else.

“There… please… touch me…” Darin breathed. “Please… I—I need you.”

Finn’s lips curled playfully, and he probed Darin, sliding along his tunnel until he found his mark. Darin keened at the brush across his gland, and then choked on a groan when Finn pressed into it. Darin saw stars. His entire being slipped into his groin, concentrating on the one spot that received sublime attention. Pressure built.

“Fuck,” Darin bit out. His need blossomed, and he dug his fingers into the rope. His breath came in rapid fits and starts. “Can’t… take it…”

Finn eased off, only to give him a lazy stroke. Darin jerked in his restraints, out of his mind with urgency. Hyperaware of the sensitive bundle of nerves buried deep inside him, he held out for Finn to stroke him there again.

“Please,” he whispered when the touch didn’t come.

Finn pressed into him, and a shriek flew out of Darin’s mouth. His pleasure center was raw and primed for an in-pour of sensations, but the firm pressure was unbearably good. Depraved, slutty moans spilled from Darin’s lips, affirming Finn’s hold on his core. He let loose an endless chain of incoherent pleas for more, harder, deeper. His cockhead leaked precum, drooling onto his stomach in messy streaks.

Finn redoubled his efforts, and the stress on Darin’s gland soared. It was intense. Would he come like this? The way his pelvic floor trembled, he hazarded a guess that the answer was affirmative.

When Darin’s hole undulated, unable to strain any longer, Finn let up. Darin’s cock ached, silently begging to be manhandled. His walls clenched around Finn’s digits, letting Darin feel every detail of their shape. They probed him anew, exploring his hole. A nudge to his prostate and Darin reared up, arching his back, muscles shaking under the onslaught of pleasure.

“I love making you feel good,” Finn said and tapped his little bundle of nerves.

Darin writhed in his restraints, rolling from side to side like a bitch in heat. Finn rubbed him, massaging his fingertips into his prostate. Lust thrummed through Darin’s veins. Finn owned him. His dexterous digits played him, teasing and prodding Darin until his prostate quivered with the need to orgasm.

“P-Please,” Darin moaned, “let me come. Got to… I can’t… fuck…” One touch to his cock would send him flying.

“Not yet,” Finn said, relentlessly working him over. “Try not to come.”

Darin’s insides strained. If he was forbidden from climaxing, he wouldn’t. He’d be good. He’d proven that to Conall, and he could prove it to Finn if necessary. That didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to erupt into contractions under the nifty dance of Finn’s fingers over his sensitive spot. “N-Not allowed?” Darin managed to ask.

“Huh?” Finn asked, astonishment written all over his face. “Of course you’re allowed to come. I always want you to come. But I have a surprise for you and don’t want to drain you of your stamina. This is preparation.” He petted Darin’s thigh.

Preparation? Darin’s prostate quaked in anticipation. If that was preparation, what was coming next? The urge to come mounted. Finn hadn’t prohibited it. Darin wouldn’t come when he wasn’t allowed, unwilling to dishonor the direct orders of the men he served in bed. But Finn had made a mere suggestion, and Darin was confident in his stamina, especially with him around.

“I won’t… ahhh… disappoint you…” Darin panted, unable to focus on the words as Finn frisked his gland. “Please… ahhh…”

His cock was screaming for attention, pulsing angrily in the empty air, leaking precum. If Finn’s hand closed around him, it’d be enough.

“I—I need… please…”

But Finn made no move to alleviate his body’s distress. His free hand roamed Darin’s leg, the touch nothing but soothing while his other hand was busy drumming his prostate with maddening skill. Finn spoiled and tormented him, all the while his happy, innocent smile stayed in place. Did he know what he was doing to Darin? Finn was wreaking havoc on the center of his being.

Out of control with pleasure, Darin’s hole clamped down on Finn’s probing fingers. Finn nudged and prodded his swollen prostate regardless, ignoring the resistance of Darin’s tightening channel. It intensified the impact of each knock until Darin reached excruciating heights of lust.

Incoherent curses escaped him alongside, “More… don’t stop…” His need peaked, and Finn pressed down.

Darin’s balls lifted, and his love nut seized. He went rigid as his groin tensed until it was taut enough to snap. And snap it did, erupting into a series of escalating spasms, which shook him from head to toe. His cock spurted hot ropes of cum, slapping his torso, covering his skin. Finn rubbed him throughout it, triggering wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions. Darin’s insides undulated around the divine fingers massaging his core to ever new heights. He shouted through his release until he was hoarse. A final surge slammed into him, carrying him away.

He collapsed onto the rock, out of breath and trembling. Finn eased out, rolled him on his side and held him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Darin’s legs shook, and Finn wrapped his lower half around them, steadying them.

Overwhelmed, Darin let his head sink against Finn’s, inhaling his scent. Finn stroked and petted him, draining the strain from his body until he was limb and pliant.

“That was incredible,” Darin said with a sigh.

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