Page 31 of Stealing the Merman

At his words, the plug grew longer, slithering into Darin’s unexplored depths. He moaned.

Finn placed his hands on his lower abdomen. “I can feel it.” The toy contracted, causing Darin to drop another shameless sound. “How it moves. How it probes you.”

Darin rolled his hips, his insides constricting around the item weaving through him. The power of his muscles pushed the plug against his oversensitive prostate, and he let out a wanton cry. Precum welled at his tip, forming a shiny blob as the toy gently rubbed his gland. Its caresses were so tender, they drew a strangled sob from Darin. He shuddered, and the glossy pearl atop his slit wobbled, threatening to spill and run down his length. But before that could happen, Finn collected it with his tongue.

The wet slide across his swollen head was a boon. He groaned, hungry and depraved. Like a whore. How he longed for Finn’s pillowy lips to close around his crown, his tongue licking and engulfing him as Darin slid into the depths of his mouth.

“Please,” he begged, but Finn withdrew, leaving his cock aching, twitching in the air as if that would get Darin the attention he yearned for.

All the while, the toy massaged itself into his love spot, teasing and prodding and vibrating against his core. His prostate rejoiced with every stroke and nudge, sending shivers over his body. They pushed precum out of his urethra where it beaded, waiting for Finn to take mercy and run his heavenly tongue over Darin’s bulging flesh, licking up the growing drop.

Finn did too rarely, which Darin’s body took as an incentive to produce more of the translucent fluid. Before long he was oozing precum, spilling and dripping down his shaft. That proved too tempting for Finn, and he lapped at the rivulet, tonguing Darin’s throbbing erection.

Combined with the toe-curling pulsations in his hole, it was too much and not enough, leaving Darin tensing and relaxing around the plug in despair. God, if Finn felt like that around the clock… Darin’s hole squeezed in sympathy. It pushed the toy firmly into his prostate, and he jerked and shouted in lustful surprise.

It dislodged another drop pearling in his slit, and it leaked onto Finn’s waiting tongue. His eyes fluttered closed like he was savoring the taste, concentrating on nothing but its salty flavor.

“Fuck, I’m such a slut for precum,” Finn said, licking his lips. There wasn’t a hint of shame on his face.

“Thank god you are,” Darin said, his voice caught between a moan and a chuckle.

His next words got stuck in his throat when Finn closed his lips around another drop and licked his way up to Darin’s frenulum. He traced and flicked it, eliciting a series of high-pitched, drawn-out sounds from Darin, whose pelvic floor tensed and relaxed in the seductive rhythm of his licks.

Finn’s ministrations wound him up tighter and tighter. He couldn’t help the filthy low noises slipping from his lips, and his depravation chased heat into his cheeks. Finn didn’t seem to mind, if anything it spurred him on. He mouthed Darin with fervor, nuzzling his length.

And yet, Darin needed more. His cock throbbed, and the veins snaking over his shaft pulsed.

“Suck me, please.”

Finn regarded him through thick, dark lashes, mouth open as he all but worshiped his erection. A twinge of shame pricked Darin. He shouldn’t ask for more when Finn was so good to him. He didn’t deserve to come in Finn’s mouth, let alone down his glorious throat. Finn’s velvety lips brushed him as he spoke.

“I love it when you ask for it. Love eating your cum even more.”

Blood rushed in Darin’s ears. His mouth fell open as he stared at the most gorgeous creature on Earth and watched him pull his mouth from his shaft, only to close it around his needy tip. Yes!

The pressure of the cock ring had sensitized him beyond what Darin thought possible. He keened at the delicate touch of Finn’s lips. His glans felt raw, every nerve ending primed to register the smallest move. Anything but Finn’s silky, wet mouth would’ve hurt. But everything about Finn was soft and warm, and Darin’s crown quivered in bliss as he sheathed him.

Damp heat engulfed Darin’s cockhead, and when Finn’s tongue connected with his flesh, he nearly fainted in pleasure. The plug palpitated against his love spot, and he trembled under the onslaught, torn between the sensations indulging his tip and ruining his hole.

Finn’s tongue circled him, swiping off precum and dipping into his pulsing slit. Darin cried out at that, unable to contain his joy. His legs fell open, creating space as Finn sank further, taking Darin into his hot, wet paradise. Finn swirled along his underside as he descended, his hands holding Darin’s legs apart, fingers digging into his thighs.

Hitting the back of Finn’s throat was like entering heaven. Darin’s cockhead gave a jolt, and Finn took him deep. His throat constricted around Darin, massaging his crown as he swallowed. He tilted his head and slid down another inch until his nose and forehead pressed against Darin’s abdomen. Blond waves tumbled onto Darin’s stomach, the ends tickling him. Had his hands been free, he would’ve laced his fingers into those curls of gold.

The urge to come mounted. Darin’s balls hiked toward his body, the ring fighting their approach. The one around his base tightened angrily, battling his impending climax.

When the toy ceased vibrating, Darin would’ve cried in frustration had it not been for Finn encasing his cock. He sucked relentlessly, to the point Darin thought his soul was about to leave his body. How he longed for those rings to relax, how he longed for the plug to continue its vibrations.

He hadn’t finished that thought when the heavy beat of a drum echoed through his body, inaudible and yet shaking him to the core. Only that it wasn’t a drum. It was the toy.

Another beat, firmer, more powerful. It knocked Darin’s entire hole, from his tight entrance over his sensitive walls to his swollen gland. From there the gong spread, rippling through his center and into his limbs.

The third one came quicker, and its force made Darin quake. His cockhead twitched in the depths of Finn’s throat and did so again and again when the individual beats turned into an increasingly faster and harder rhythm.

Darin’s legs shook as it escalated to a buzz reverberating through his prostate, his loins, his entire body. His cock, lodged in Finn’s throat, trembled with it. When Finn swallowed once more, squeezing his glans and the plug nailed his defenseless love spot, Darin’s orgasm could no longer be contained.

The rings constricting him slackened at Finn’s touch. His balls slapped up to his body, his cock violently jerked in Finn’s throat. His hole bore down on the toy with all its might, and when it let go, Darin exploded into frantic contractions. He thrashed as his insides clenched and unclenched in rapid succession around the plug that satisfied him so deeply. Every muscle in his groin convulsed, drowning him in pleasure. He hurtled hot spurts of cum down Finn’s throat, who swallowed with vigor. The toy’s vibrations pulled orgasm after orgasm from him until he was coming dry. Only when the last shudders ebbed off did Finn pull off, licking his lips.

The pulsations in Darin’s hole slowed to a comfortable hum, and his heart calmed as he caught his breath. His head swam; he was satisfied and worn out. Finn placed an open-mouthed kiss on his hip bone.

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