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George groaned and gripped him by the hair, his movements clumsy as he drove into Finn’s panting mouth.
Jesus, Joq thought as he stroked himself in time to George’s thrusts—slow but deep, his breathing the same measured pace. Joq knew it was wrong, he knew it was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn’t stop himself.
Tears pooled in Finn’s blue eyes, the whites turning soft red. He whined around George’s cock and ran his hands ran up and down George’s muscled thighs, then up his chest under his shirt. His eyes fixed on George’s above him as he took that cock like he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
George’s hips sped up. “You can swallow?”
Finn moaned around the onslaught on his mouth, his throat.
“Oh, God. You can swallow,” George bit out before he was slamming in, his hips jerking in deep as he came.
Finn groaned around him, and Joq felt himself start to come as he watched that throat swallowing, those eyes streaming with tears, never closing, never leaving George’s.
Joq was panting, his hand covered in come and snug around his softening dick.
George slid his dick out of Finn’s mouth and yanked him into his lap, kissed him so passionately, Joq thought you’d never guess the man had just come.
Finn was a mess—whining, grinding, kissing George back like he’d lost complete control of himself. It was a scene alright—that big, athletic body cradled in George’s lap, muscles flexing, straining to get closer as he ran his hands under George’s shirt and tugged until George pulled away to tear it off.
Once George’s head popped free, he took Finn’s mouth in a brutal kiss before lifting him and shoving him onto his back so they were stretched out on the end of the bed.
George leaned up on his elbow, his breathing harsh; but a small smile started at the corner of his lips. He ran his hand roughly over Finn’s trembling body. “Geeze, Finny, you wanting somethin’?”
“George,” Finn whined, his body shaking with laughter. “Please.”
“I dunno,” George ran his hand down and cupped Finn’s dick. “I don’t reckon you need me, reckon you got it covered.”
Finn started thrusting into his hand and giggling at the same time so the whole action was ungainly, yet strangely sexy—the two of them stretched out, huffing breaths of laughter as they watched each other.
Joq felt his dick pulse when George broke the moment and slid down between Finn’s legs, tugged his pants off and pushed his thighs open.
Finn was shaking, his uncut dick hard and straining against his abs, his hands sinking into George’s thick hair to hold on.
George brought his head up and sucked Finn down in one go, tip to root and back again; slow, practiced, and Joq knew he was good at that, but this was something else—this was reverent. George’s finger rubbed Finn’s perineum in a slow drag in time with his mouth.
Finn arched off the bed when George pulled off. “No, please,” he gasped.
And Joq couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing when he realised what George was doing. One hand on Finn’s dick, stroking slowly; he brought his mouth down and started to lick at Finn’s hole. George never ate ass. Never. He fucking well was now—his tongue pushing in until he was fucking Finn in time with the hand on the kid’s dick.
Joq squeezed his own dick. Finn was rocking his hips down, trying to get more, pushing his hips up, trying to get more, and his voice was weak as he begged. “Please, please. George, please…”
George brought in a finger and wedged it alongside his tongue. He fucked Finn like that, slow and deep, his hand and mouth never speeding up.
Joq watched with fascination when Finn’s body went taut and he arched, his eyes wide on the ceiling. George got his mouth back on his dick and sucked him down as he shoved in with two fingers and fucked him through his orgasm.
Jesus, Joq could record this and make a small fortune in porn. Pity their faces were clear as day. He watched as Finn came and came and George never wavered, sucking him off, fucking him with his fingers steadily. By the time Finn sagged into the mattress, Joq was rock hard again.
George let Finn go and slid up the bed, tucking his body next to Finn’s. His hand stroked his chest, played with his nipples.
Finn cracked his eyes open. He was panting, he was smiling. George smiled down at him.
“Fuck,” Finn breathed out. “What was that?”
“An orgasm?” George grinned.
Finn huffed a laugh. He moved his head and George was meeting him like he read the play before it even started.
Joq felt like they kissed for an inordinately long time. Long, slow kisses; kisses that weren’t going anywhere; kisses that were just for the pleasure of feeling the other person that way, being close like that. He watched them as they moved together—George’s hand never ceased in its caress all over Finn’s chest and abs; Finn’s hands stroking over George’s body in the same soft way.
