Page 80 of Filtration Play
Fin had ditched their clothes. Everyone had left, and they wanted to be comfortable. The urge to tell Ollie to move all his stuff into their apartment rose in a fierce way, but they’d just made their relationship official today. That would come with time.
After spending a lifetime keeping people at a distance, they had finally obliterated the wall. They wanted Ollie in their life in every aspect, and he melded there seamlessly. Even with their different interests, they shared an understanding they hadn’t experienced with anyone else before.
Ollie stepped into the room, not wearing a stitch. The breath evacuated their lungs. His dark hair was wet, slicked back in a sexy way that made their mouth water, and his big, broad body, with the smooth olive skin, was on clear display. They wanted to lick and suck every inch of him, to worship him with their mouth, tongue, teeth. His cock hung heavy between his legs, all plump and needy. He’d have to wait a while tonight.
“Are you going to clue me in on what you have planned?” He tilted his head to the side. His dark brown eyes were filled with a tenderness that sent their fucking heart aflutter, and damn, they’d never been affected by anyone like this before.
“Considering what a gorgeous slut you are when you take my largest cocks, I figure we could try this.” They lifted their arm and balled their hand into a fist.
Ollie’s nostrils flared. His eyes turned molten with lust. “Fuck yes.”
“Mmm, we’ll see, big boy. You’re a newbie, so we’re going to take it slow.”
“Have you done this before?” Ollie settled in the middle of the bed. God, seeing those thick thighs spread, that perfect hole on display, just got their juices flowing. Damn, they had the hottest fucking partner on the planet.
“Am I an experienced fister? Yeah. I’ve got a bit of a fixation with stuffing my partners as full as possible, so it was a natural progression.”
“Why is that hot? Maybe I have a competency kink.”
Fin’s grin crooked as they crawled onto the bed between Ollie’s spread thighs. “Well, good. Then let me show you all I can do. I want to take care of my boyfriend tonight.”
“You realize that’s the hundredth time you’ve said the word today,” Ollie teased, even though affection flickered in his expression.
Fin shrugged. “I’ve never had a partner before. You’re my first.”
Admitting the truth out loud struck them square in the chest with how much they had changed in just a few months. They’d been heading in that direction, watching the others in the crew settle down, realizing relationships hadn’t ruined their lives or wrecked their family. But meeting Ollie, finding someone they clicked with like him, how he understood them better than anyone on the planet, had been a treasure they’d be foolish to give up.
They puffed a breath against his hole, and he shifted slightly. When they licked across his pretty pucker, the moan that emerged radiated right through them. Ollie was hot as fuck, and he tasted delicious, all clean skin from the shower, the scent of soap strong. Fin didn’t holdback. They gripped his thighs tight and fucking devoured his hole. They alternated between licks and sucks, changing from fast to slow, anything to keep those beautiful noises coming from his mouth.
Ollie was perfection—everything from his gorgeous responses to the way he adapted to their wild rather than resisting. They knew, deep down, they’d never find someone else like him. They would hold on with all their might.
Damn, they could taste and suck his hole the entire night. They thrust their tongue in, getting him nice and relaxed. The biggest thing to fisting was prep, and they wanted Ollie as comfortable as possible before they pushed him to his limit.
“Oh god,” Ollie moaned out, rocking his hips. His cock was hard as fuck and dripping, and Fin leaned up to lick the glistening pre-cum pooling on the tip. Salt burst on their tongue, and they savored the taste.
They pushed up and snagged the lube from behind them. They had a specific brand they liked to use with fisting, and they coated three fingers to start. “Gonna get you stretched out nice and wide, sweetness,” they purred.
“Please, please,” Ollie said, his cheeks flushed. His arms were splayed overhead, and his gorgeous pecs were on display, his furry chest, his pretty trail leading down to his cock. Damn, their boy painted such a stunning picture.
“Need to be filled up?” they teased, circling their three fingers around his hole.
“God, yes. Take me, Sir.”
Ngh. Euphoria ripped through them in a fierce sweep. As much as they’d been grappling with the guilt of how they’d bolted this morning, how they hadn’t been here when Ollie needed them the most, the only way forward was through action.
They’d show Ollie how much they cared about him from here on out.
What a gift his submission was.
How precious his presence had become in their life.
Love swelled through them, coursing deeper than they believed possible. It healed wounds they hadn’t even been aware existed and soothed hurts that were still raw.
“I adore you, my sweet boy.” They stopped teasing and thrust all three fingers inside Ollie with ease. He let out a loud moan and bucked his hips. They continued to pump them in and out, loving the glide, the grip of his hole. The heat was incendiary, and it would only get better.
“More,” he gasped as he rocked on their fingers.
“Hell, yes.” They added a fourth finger. They continued to tease open his hole, getting down to the knuckles with each thrust. Watching him open up, watching him expand to take them, sent a thrill through their body, and they were fucking soaked. They normally preferred to fuck and come while their cock was buried in a hole, but tonight, they would ride his face to completion.
