him. He came, still nude, still smelling of sex. Cort
didn’t seem to mind at all, pulling him down onto the warm lap instead of the
chair across from Cort.
Every touch was a little jolt of lightning. It was going to
be so hard to leave, to go work. So hard.
Dragging both plates over, Cort gave him a fork. “Dig in.”
Finn cut the choicest part the steak, offering it to Cort,
as was the big male’s due.
Humming, Cort ate the piece from his fork. Once he’d chewed
and swallowed, Cort nodded. “Good boy.”
The words made Finn blush, duck his head.
Cort hugged him close. “Your turn.”
He took a bite, loving the way the meat made everything
sharp, bright.
“Feed me more,” demanded Cort.
Cutting off another bite, Finn offered it up, holding the
fork to Cort’s open mouth.
“From your fingers this time.”
“My fingers?” He plucked the meat off his fork. “Like this?”
“Mmm, yes.” Cort licked at his fingers then took the meat
from them, lips closing on his skin, lingering a moment.
Oh. Finn’s body warmed and he reminded it that he had to
work.
“Another, please,” murmured Cort.
One more. One more. Finn cut another bite from the steak and
rubbed it on Cort’s lips. Groaning, Cort opened his mouth suddenly, snapping it
up and sucking on his fingers again. Finn’s eyes went wide and his hips rolled,
ass sliding on Cort’s thighs. Cort sucked harder, teeth scraping along the pads
of his fingers.
“I—Cort, I’ll…”
Cort’s eyes were warm and he nodded.
“But—” Finn keened as the suction grew stronger.
His cock got hard as Cort kept sucking, holding his gaze.
There was food waiting, work waiting, Pat waiting. But Cort was here. Doing
things to him. To his fingers. Things he couldn’t ignore or deny. He didn’t
even want to.
His fingers were released. “Your other hand, pup.”
“I…” He panted, his heart racing.
“Your other hand, pup.” Cort repeated the words slowly,
insistently.
He held his other hand out, not afraid, not at all, but
knowing this was going to dissolve his will. Cort took his fingers into that
hot mouth, sucking on him. His eyes rolled back, his hips rolling furiously. Teeth
and tongue worked his fingertips and he could feel every touch in his cock.
Cort pushed a piece of beef in his mouth, and his eyes
rolled furiously.
“Good, isn’t it?” The words were slightly muffled by his
fingers.
“Good. Good, I can’t think.” Meat and need and his mate.
“You don’t need to think.”
“No?” Oh, good. Thank God. Because he totally couldn’t.
“No.” Cort sucked harder, pulling on his fingers.
He grabbed Cort’s hand, mimicking the gesture, sucking and
licking. Cort’s groan vibrated around his fingers. Yes. His eyes dropped closed
and he whimpered, so happy, so much at home. Cort grabbed his hip and squeezed.
Head bobbing, he fellated Cort’s fingers and he wished it was Cort’s cock.
“Want you, Finn. Like breathing.”
Yes. “More than.”
“Yes.” Cort nodded, eyes closing as he moaned.
The air was filled with the sounds of slurping, sucking,
groans. All this and it was just fingers and mouths. Unbelievable.
A banging came to the door. “Finn? Finn, you have to take
the pups to work. We’re waiting for you.”
No.
Cort growled.
Finn let Cort’s fingers go with a sob. “I have to. I have to
be good.”
“I thought they were staying here for the moon. That you
were staying.”
“Tonight, but work is today.”
Sighing, Cort pressed their foreheads together. “For today
you can take them, but we need to find a different solution.”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be sad.” Finn couldn’t bear to make
Cort sad.
“Finn!” Pat’s shout sounded, cutting through everything.
“I’m coming!” he growled, standing up and throwing on some clothes.
“You’re always so bossy!” He threw himself out the door, biting at Pat. “I was
being with my mate!”
“La-di-da. You have a family.
didn’t seem to mind at all, pulling him down onto the warm lap instead of the
chair across from Cort.
Every touch was a little jolt of lightning. It was going to
be so hard to leave, to go work. So hard.
Dragging both plates over, Cort gave him a fork. “Dig in.”
Finn cut the choicest part the steak, offering it to Cort,
as was the big male’s due.
Humming, Cort ate the piece from his fork. Once he’d chewed
and swallowed, Cort nodded. “Good boy.”
The words made Finn blush, duck his head.
Cort hugged him close. “Your turn.”
He took a bite, loving the way the meat made everything
sharp, bright.
“Feed me more,” demanded Cort.
Cutting off another bite, Finn offered it up, holding the
fork to Cort’s open mouth.
“From your fingers this time.”
“My fingers?” He plucked the meat off his fork. “Like this?”
“Mmm, yes.” Cort licked at his fingers then took the meat
from them, lips closing on his skin, lingering a moment.
Oh. Finn’s body warmed and he reminded it that he had to
work.
“Another, please,” murmured Cort.
One more. One more. Finn cut another bite from the steak and
rubbed it on Cort’s lips. Groaning, Cort opened his mouth suddenly, snapping it
up and sucking on his fingers again. Finn’s eyes went wide and his hips rolled,
ass sliding on Cort’s thighs. Cort sucked harder, teeth scraping along the pads
of his fingers.
“I—Cort, I’ll…”
Cort’s eyes were warm and he nodded.
“But—” Finn keened as the suction grew stronger.
His cock got hard as Cort kept sucking, holding his gaze.
There was food waiting, work waiting, Pat waiting. But Cort was here. Doing
things to him. To his fingers. Things he couldn’t ignore or deny. He didn’t
even want to.
His fingers were released. “Your other hand, pup.”
“I…” He panted, his heart racing.
“Your other hand, pup.” Cort repeated the words slowly,
insistently.
He held his other hand out, not afraid, not at all, but
knowing this was going to dissolve his will. Cort took his fingers into that
hot mouth, sucking on him. His eyes rolled back, his hips rolling furiously. Teeth
and tongue worked his fingertips and he could feel every touch in his cock.
Cort pushed a piece of beef in his mouth, and his eyes
rolled furiously.
“Good, isn’t it?” The words were slightly muffled by his
fingers.
“Good. Good, I can’t think.” Meat and need and his mate.
“You don’t need to think.”
“No?” Oh, good. Thank God. Because he totally couldn’t.
“No.” Cort sucked harder, pulling on his fingers.
He grabbed Cort’s hand, mimicking the gesture, sucking and
licking. Cort’s groan vibrated around his fingers. Yes. His eyes dropped closed
and he whimpered, so happy, so much at home. Cort grabbed his hip and squeezed.
Head bobbing, he fellated Cort’s fingers and he wished it was Cort’s cock.
“Want you, Finn. Like breathing.”
Yes. “More than.”
“Yes.” Cort nodded, eyes closing as he moaned.
The air was filled with the sounds of slurping, sucking,
groans. All this and it was just fingers and mouths. Unbelievable.
A banging came to the door. “Finn? Finn, you have to take
the pups to work. We’re waiting for you.”
No.
Cort growled.
Finn let Cort’s fingers go with a sob. “I have to. I have to
be good.”
“I thought they were staying here for the moon. That you
were staying.”
“Tonight, but work is today.”
Sighing, Cort pressed their foreheads together. “For today
you can take them, but we need to find a different solution.”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be sad.” Finn couldn’t bear to make
Cort sad.
“Finn!” Pat’s shout sounded, cutting through everything.
“I’m coming!” he growled, standing up and throwing on some clothes.
“You’re always so bossy!” He threw himself out the door, biting at Pat. “I was
being with my mate!”
“La-di-da. You have a family.
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