[ James lets out a gasp, caught off-guard, feeling far too exposed and vulnerable with the way Finn pins his legs down, spread wide to each side. Easy prey, just lying there for the taking.
It's thrilling, and he both loves and hates it. He hates all the more when he realizes that Finn's just taunting him, prodding for a reaction, goading him to fight back. So fight back he does, first stretching his legs down so they slip from the press of Finn's hands, then he folds one up against Finn's chest to push back, the other lifting up higher until his foot can rest right against Finn's neck, trying to push him off. ]
[ That's more like it. Even with his arms tied down, James is strong and difficult to subdue. Honestly, Finn's kind of surprised he hasn't found any weapons on him, at this rate. Probably has to do with being taken captive by his men earlier in the day, though.
He falls back a little, catching himself with a hand hooked around Jim's thigh, his hold tight enough to leave marks behind. He tries to push the foot off of his neck, the one of his chest just hopefully getting off kilter a bit, with the goal being to get himself where he wants to be: between Jim's legs. ]
[ To be fair, James hasn't had his own weapons on him since he got here, stripped of most by Finn's men and the rest found and removed by Finn himself. What weapons he had on him earlier today he took from the officers, and they were promptly removed once he was recaptured.
Not that weapons are at the forefront of his mind at the moment. He lets out a groan, impossible to hide how aroused he is, when Finn's nails dig hard into flesh, but he struggles against it nevertheless. His foot manages to keep a somewhat decent press against Finn's throat, but when the other leg slips sideways, that one just slides right up and over Finn's shoulder, meaning the other man gets him nicely folded and pinned down to the mattress. Whether he keeps his legs like that or moves them to spread him wider, James is at a vulnerable, easier position regardless. ]
[ Yes, Finn thinks as he finally gets properly between Jim's legs, that was much better.
His hand moves to grip at the inner thigh, spreading him open and pushing it down to the mattress again, using it to leverage himself up and over James. The other leg, he leaves over his shoulder. James is free to move that if he wishes, for now.
But there quite the brilliant, smug grin on his face despite not actually saying anything about their current position. This is pretty wonderful, after all, especially after the day he's had.
Shuffling can be heard on the other side of the bed, somewhere behind James, just before a bottle of lube flies into Finn's waiting hand. ]
Look at that. Prepared and everything.
[ No, it wasn't here because he was counting on this. He actually hasn't touched it in awhile but, oh, he's so glad to have kept it around now. ]
[ James lets out a grunt when his leg is grabbed and pinned down to the bed, leaving him spread open and easy to reach for Finn. Then again, he's been nothing but easy, even with all the pretense of putting up a fight.
Right now, he doesn't even bother moving his leg, the only limb he's got free from Finn's grip. Part of him still wants to fight back, but he also doesn't want to entirely discourage Finn from continuing. Well, that and he's curious as to what Finn will do next, or rather, how he will go on about it.
He can't hide a sly smile when the bottle of lube finds its way to Finn's hand, an air of smug satisfaction in his tone. ]
Yeah? You've been thinking about fucking me this badly? Should've tied me to your bed earlier.
[ Well, Finn could've easily done whatever he wanted with James from the moment he was brought here, delivered to him like a gift, but he's sure it's not as satisfying as having him wanting it this bad. ]
[ No, James practically begging him in every way but words is far more satisfying than just taking him. And the fact that this is James giving to him so sweetly just makes it better.
Of course, Finn's still suspicious about what game he's playing at here. Just because James is enjoying it (and he can't possibly deny that) doesn't mean there aren't ulterior motives at play. Whatever they are, Finn hopes that James can warm his bed for a long while first. ]
You wish. [ But Finn tilts his head, grin still on his face, thinking, studying. ] But you aren't wrong. I absolutely should have done this earlier.
[ There's not some grand moves or surprises here, not at the moment. Finn just gets some of the lube on his hand, tosses the bottle to wherever, and leans down until they're pressing against each other again. ]
Now be good. [ Said into his skin while Finn mouths at his neck, slick hand moving down between them to find his hole again, already pushing inside him. He's not planning on wasting much time. ]
[ At the moment, he's got no ulterior motives, though that may yet change. He can't deny that crawling into Finn's bed might prove very useful in the near future; it's not an entirely unfamiliar tactic to him, and it affords him some added security, and slightly more proximity than just sticking to a more belligerent attitude.
He still wishes Finn would be rougher with him. Meaner, even. But then it's not like James is making this very hard for him, is he? Practically offering himself like this. Easier to tell himself he's doing it solely for the sake of his own self-preservation, even when he knows that's not entirely true.
He opens his mouth to protest at that, only to let out a sharp moan when Finn immediately pushes fingers into his ass, tight muscles clenching around the intruding digits. He spreads his legs at first, but immediately tries to close them again, offer some fighting and pushing back, just aiming to further aggravate Finn and push his patience closer to snapping. ]
[ Finn growls when James begins to struggle again, sound unclear if it's from pleasure or annoyance. The result is him biting hard at his neck in punishment while a hand clamps against his leg again to hold it down and open for him, the pressure definitely enough to leave marks behind.
The other leg is a different problem, and all he's got to fight back are his own legs, really. Finn leans up, leaving Jim's neck and torso with some reluctance, using the extra height to pin his leg on top of Jim's. It's not going to work while he's fucking him but it'll do for now, considering just how much James fights back.
But he's definitely free to fight all he wants. Finn's already decided this is going to happen and won't be discouraged from it. Though, being meaner is a definite possibility, being rougher is practically a sure thing. Their little moment of tenderness is over, as interesting as it was, and Finn's ready to get back to the fun of this. The fun that James creates all on his own.
Finn's teeth are clenched, a near thunderous expression on this face, but there's too much excitement in his eyes for this to be anything but. ]
I'm going to take you, one way or another. You know you want to choke on my cock, anyway.
[ Perhaps he wants to make James snap, too. Regardless, he's still not keen on wasting time, already adding another finger and stretching him as much as he can, as fast as he can. ]
[ James's first reaction is to growl back, but his sound is effectively muted by how much more intense Finn sounds, breath stuttering its way out of him. He finds his legs easily pinned down, a hard, strong grip that completely stops him from moving at all.
He still pushes back, if only to add resistance, test the waters. He hisses at the burn on his neck, the mark left behind there, and when another finger's pushed into his tight hole, he tenses up and clenches again, shifting and writhing but unable to move an inch, kept in place right where Finn wants him.
Right where he wants to be too, let's be honest, but the fact that he can't move at all is especially thrilling. ]
That's, h-hah... wrong hole, if you want me to choke.
[ Somehow he manages to sound and look smug, grinning shamelessly even while his cheeks are flushed red, and his pupils blown wide enough for the blue of his eyes to be less noticeable. ]
[ But Finn can still see the blue of his eyes, like sharp slivers against the black. It's attractive as hell, and he wants to see it more often. That look combined with the little jab makes him smile. Not so much a smile like earlier, but something more dangerous, something that looks a little like he wants to devour him. ]
Oh, we'll get to that.
[ The movements of his hand slows for a moment, waiting for James to relax a little more, not wanting to actually cause him injury. Well, not a fun injury, anyway. But he doesn't wait very long before he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of him, stretching a little more, impatient. ]
Need to be thorough so you know who you belong to... Right?
[ Oh, how he wants to get his hand around that pretty throat, but that can wait a moment. He does shift, leaning down a little, his voice just a little quieter like he's imparting a secret. ]
Unless you beg me to skip a few steps. I'm not that cruel.
[ The promise makes his whole body heat up, a strangled groan managing to push past his lips. The slower pace is both welcome and a torture of sorts, nearly pushing him to demand that Finn go faster, but luckily he doesn't have to wait long before Finn's fingers start thrusting in and out of him in earnest, actually stretching his ass properly now.
Not that it seems to take a lot, since James isn't resisting much despite the earlier struggling. His hands still curl around the chain of the shackles, tugging hard on them, but obviously they don't budge, and he stays right as he is, an open and easy position for Finn to take full advantage of.
The last remark just gets a burning stare from him, jaw clenched and lips pressed thinly, but no response, no taunting, nothing. The only thing Finn get is the clear arousal from being pinned down and forcefully stretched like this, but he'll never give him the satisfaction of begging, even when his body's already shaking and his muscles clenching eagerly at the thought of Finn's cock filling him instead. ]
[ Finn doesn't ever expect to hear James beg, not like he really means it or even as a trick. It would be such a wonderful, beautiful victory, though. A real mark that he's claimed James. He's probably going to daydream about it a lot.
But no, Finn keeps mentioning it for the sole purpose of riling him up. James has made it abundantly clear that it gets under his skin, so Finn's going to exploit it for all he's got. ]
That's okay. I know you want it.
[ And that's meant to rile him up, too. But Finn's also not lying. He doesn't need the Force to feel the want vibrating off of James in waves.
He removes his hand from inside of him to slick his own cock finally, purposely taking longer than necessary just to make him wait. The words be good are on his tongue again, but Finn doesn't voice them. James knows he should be good for him right now, doesn't need the reminder. It might just anger him again, anyway. Which isn't a bad thing, in all honesty.
The hand on his thigh finally moves, wrapping gently but firmly around Jim's throat. His still slick hand holds fast to Jim's hip for a moment, pulling him forward with a bruising grip, right before he aligns himself and sinks into him. It's hard and fast, all in one rush, and both his hands squeeze hard for a beat because of it.
[ Well, he can always find a few things he could drug him with. Aphrodisiacs, things with similar effects, just to make him really desperate and all the more pliant, easier to manipulate. James is only Human, when it comes down to it. He wouldn't be able to resist something chemical like that, not with the proper dosage.
But for now, with nothing like that affecting him, he continues to be stubborn and defiant, even as he bends to Finn's will, not struggling much at all as he lets him do whatever he wants. Because it is true, he's letting Finn do this, his leg not even moving to push back when Finn releases it, instead just falling to the side to keep himself open wide and easing access to Finn.
He nearly opens his mouth to talk back, but the surprise of feeling Finn's fingers around his throat is too intense, and he ends up just letting out a shuddered groan as his eyes widen, and his head tips back to bare his throat further to that grip. He should be ready for a sudden move now, but Finn still somehow catches him by surprise when he just tips his hips up by force and just rams his cock in, impaling him in one go, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled, and so suddenly too, making him shake from head to toe, letting out a cry that's at least partly choked by the tight grip of Finn's hand over his throat. His muscles still clench around the thick girth of him, making it painfully obvious how much he loves the feeling of being fucked like this. ]
[ Oh, drugs. He hadn't thought of that yet. Even if (when) he tries them, though, it won't be the same as making James beg all on his own. The fun of him is the challenge, after all.
All that said, the way he tips his head back, baring his throat, feels enough like a beg to count. And the way he reacts when being filled by him- There's nothing like it.
He only pauses for a brief second, just long enough to get his own bearings, before he really begins. There's no slow ascent or anything. James wanted to be claimed, and that's what Finn sets out to do. He fucks into him hard and fast, his lips set into snarl as he stares down at him and watches. The hand on his throat is practically used for leverage, and Finn presses into him whenever he sees fit.
Though he is taking care not to actually harm him, constantly being aware of James' state of being. That doesn't mean he's gentle, and if James can't breathe for a few seconds, well, he'll live. ]
[ It's as close as Finn will get to begging right now, but it's painfully obvious how much James likes it, so he can't even lie about that. Even shackled to the bed as he is, which to be fair may also be turning him on considerably right now, especially as Finn finally stops teasing and just takes him as he should.
It still feels like a lot, for a moment. The pace relentless from the get-go, the feeling of Finn's cock slamming in deep and hard making his body clench even tighter, breath coming to him in short, choked whimpers for a moment as his body struggles to adapt to the initial roughness of it. Not that it seems to matter much, since the added resistance only means that he's clenched even tighter for Finn, muscles wrapped and clinging around the thick girth of him, but otherwise pliant and folded over into an easy position to control.
As for the hand on his throat, well, Finn certainly won't feel anything bad coming from James. There is pain and vague discomfort, but it's all swallowed up by the intense pleasure that washes over his entire body, lips parted as he struggles for each breath, eyes blowing wider each time those fingers tighten into the column of his neck, closing up the airflow for a few seconds there, making his head swim. ]
[ Finn does sense the pain but the pleasure from James is so overwhelming that he doesn't even consider stopping. Besides, he's a sight like this, and Finn's loathe to lose the image so soon.
He does adjust the angle a little, snapping his hips forward until he can find a spot that will really make James cry out, maybe even get him closer to begging than he is right now. ]
You love this, don't you? You're so tight for me. [ Partially a taunt, yes, but partially said because he thinks it just spurs James' pleasure on further. Not that James himself is likely to admit that. Which-- ] Say it. Tell me how much you like this, how much you- you need this.
[ Honestly, he just wants to know what he'll say. And Finn doesn't really accommodate him time to speak either. He doesn't let up on his punishing pace, certainly doesn't let up on the pressure around his neck, at least not any more than usual. He'll just talk through all of this if he wants to talk at all. ]
[ It takes a lot to actually make James hurt, at least in a way that doesn't get him off during sex. Finn could probably be rougher and he'd still be hard for it, still be moaning and arching like an easy bitch.
It thrills and angers him both that he knows he can't resist, and that he can't hide it either. When Finn shifts the angle, it comes too suddenly for him to measure his reaction, his whole body jolting and a cry pushing out of him when Finn's cock hits him just right, every muscle in him tense and clenching.
As for saying anything, it's a little out the window when Finn's hand is wrapped so tight around his neck, cutting off the air, and it's not like he can muster much in terms of coherence right now. All he can feel is the pounding pace as Finn fucks him into the bed, each hit of skin against skin matched with his choked noises, and Finn's louder, demanding grunts; the way he's kept pinned and spread out, easy for Finn to do as he pleases, and too close, too dizzy and too blissed out of his mind to even think about fighting back.
He's going to come soon, and he knows it. Finn has to be aware of it too, at this point. ]
[ Finn's absolutely aware of it. Even if he didn't have the Force, James' pleasure is palpable. He looks so good, and it's because he loves this so much. Watching him jolt, feeling him tense, the noises he makes, how quiet and choked they are-
He's so needy. And Finn will see to it that he's taken care of, so perhaps he'll eventually become aware of just how badly he needs this.
Finn moves faster and harder against him, practically roaring out a cry as he finally spills into him, hot and thick. His hand tightens further, cutting off his air for real and sure to leave dark bruises behind, but still not enough to truly damage him. ]
[ The force of the thrusts is just perfect, rougher and painful, but just the right amount that James can handle it. Or he can't, but it's the perfect amount that drives him out of his own mind. His mouth slacks open as Finn comes inside him, feeling the thick spill reach even deeper, fill him to the brim even more so along with Finn's cock still ramming deep inside him. Coupled with the hand on his throat clutching even harder, it's all it takes to make sure James goes over the edge.
He doesn't let out any sounds, though, can't really manage that when he's being actually choked this time. He spills across his own stomach with the way he's folded over on the bed, muscles clenching in spasms around Finn's cock, eyes wide as his vision blurs for a few good seconds, and it doesn't quite come back to normal. He feels dizzy and disoriented from the lack of air, and instinctively he tries to reach for Finn's arm, only to find his hands still shackled to the bed.
His eyes roll slightly, and Finn may realize he's close to passing out. Which he will, if that hand on his throat doesn't let up soon. ]
[ Finn does let up, not totally displeased about the idea of making him pass out but still not willing to bring any sort of harm to him, anyway. Besides, he wants James awake for the aftermath.
Finn presses his now free hand against Jim's chest, his movements finally slowed to a stop as he catches his breath. Seeing- Feeling James come undone beneath him was enough to take him a little too high, his heart still pounding in his ribcage.
But once he gets his bearings a little, he still doesn't move himself away. Rather, he keeps his eyes on James. He's hard to look away from, to be fair. ]
[ James sucks in a deep, gasped breath, the sudden intake of air as dizzying as the lack of it. His head spins for a moment, vision blurred, pleasure somehow stretched out for that second or two longer before he manages to focus again. He's still clenching around Finn, body warm and overly sensitive, and he can't really do much to stop it. Even if he could technically try to kick Finn away, he's too fucked out and dizzy to be able to.
His arms move again, a much weaker tug on the shackles now. There's a groan that's more out of frustration than anything, and his folded legs press against Finn's sides, muscles squeezing around his cock in the process. ]
Just gonna keep me like this all night?
[ Not that James would be surprised, if he did. Frankly, James probably would do the same himself, were their roles reversed. ]
[ Did murder some people, after all. Why not keep him shackled? Besides, look at him. James might as well be made for this. Every time he moves brings a shudder and hitched breath to Finn. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
There's a long moment where he clearly thinks about it but ultimately decides to shelve it for another night, apparently. He pulls out of him with a groan. ]
You would, wouldn't you?
[ The shackles click open, and Finn kneels back to look at him better. ]
[ James both enjoys and loathes the idea of being shackled throughout the night. Suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if Finn took advantage of it all night long... but he's got a feeling he'd just leave him there, helpless and bored out of his mind. So no, he probably wouldn't be the biggest fan of it.
Barely shivering when Finn's cock slips out of him, he presses his lips in and lets out a soft breath at Finn's question. Rhetorical or not, he still answers honestly. ]
I would.
[ But he's quietly glad that Finn decides not to. His hands move down as soon as the shackles ease from around his wrists, rubbing them briefly as he pulls them to his chest. He kind of wants to ask what now— does Finn want him to get out of the bed, go to the floor or the couch, or does he plan on leaving? He seriously doubts that Finn's the type for a cuddle after sex. ]
[ Finn absolutely would leave him there, alone and vulnerable, for the sake of punishment. For entertainment, though, this will suffice. And James will have to do a lot more than kill a few poor guards to deserve a real punishment.
Sadly, Finn is the type to cuddle. Rather, he used to be. It's not a thing that he wants to open himself up to anymore even if he wants that sort of contact with someone. Maybe with James. Though, he very highly doubts James would want to cuddle with anything. It's a vulnerability. Feels that way to Finn, anyway.
He's not leaving, though, nor does he command James to go anywhere. He gets up and finally gets his shirt off, the scars beneath finding the light. But he just tosses the garment aside and walks to the washroom to clean himself up. If James lingers where he is, Finn's going to bring out a cloth for him, too, straddle him again.
Wanting to do something like that for another isn't vulnerability. It's just... hygienic. Either way, whether Jim manages to move or not, Finn speaks up. ]
I'm not leaving tomorrow but I will again on the next day.
[ Also, no, he's not done with him yet. He still wants to fuck Jim's pretty mouth. Tonight, hopefully. ]
[ James doesn't bother moving, not because he can't but because he doesn't really feel like it. It's not like Finn seems eager to kick him off his bed anyway, and he doesn't ask either.
He glances over as Finn comes back with a cloth, one hand resting on his chest and the other folded under his head, an eyebrow raised in surprise as Finn crawls back onto the bed and starts cleaning him up.
He can't help the small smile that slowly creeps up to his lips, admittedly more smug than anything. ]
So? Gonna stick around and keep me company, are you?
[ His tone lilts, amused. That hardly seems the kind of thing Finn would do. ]
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It's thrilling, and he both loves and hates it. He hates all the more when he realizes that Finn's just taunting him, prodding for a reaction, goading him to fight back. So fight back he does, first stretching his legs down so they slip from the press of Finn's hands, then he folds one up against Finn's chest to push back, the other lifting up higher until his foot can rest right against Finn's neck, trying to push him off. ]
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He falls back a little, catching himself with a hand hooked around Jim's thigh, his hold tight enough to leave marks behind. He tries to push the foot off of his neck, the one of his chest just hopefully getting off kilter a bit, with the goal being to get himself where he wants to be: between Jim's legs. ]
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Not that weapons are at the forefront of his mind at the moment. He lets out a groan, impossible to hide how aroused he is, when Finn's nails dig hard into flesh, but he struggles against it nevertheless. His foot manages to keep a somewhat decent press against Finn's throat, but when the other leg slips sideways, that one just slides right up and over Finn's shoulder, meaning the other man gets him nicely folded and pinned down to the mattress. Whether he keeps his legs like that or moves them to spread him wider, James is at a vulnerable, easier position regardless. ]
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His hand moves to grip at the inner thigh, spreading him open and pushing it down to the mattress again, using it to leverage himself up and over James. The other leg, he leaves over his shoulder. James is free to move that if he wishes, for now.
But there quite the brilliant, smug grin on his face despite not actually saying anything about their current position. This is pretty wonderful, after all, especially after the day he's had.
Shuffling can be heard on the other side of the bed, somewhere behind James, just before a bottle of lube flies into Finn's waiting hand. ]
Look at that. Prepared and everything.
[ No, it wasn't here because he was counting on this. He actually hasn't touched it in awhile but, oh, he's so glad to have kept it around now. ]
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Right now, he doesn't even bother moving his leg, the only limb he's got free from Finn's grip. Part of him still wants to fight back, but he also doesn't want to entirely discourage Finn from continuing. Well, that and he's curious as to what Finn will do next, or rather, how he will go on about it.
He can't hide a sly smile when the bottle of lube finds its way to Finn's hand, an air of smug satisfaction in his tone. ]
Yeah? You've been thinking about fucking me this badly? Should've tied me to your bed earlier.
[ Well, Finn could've easily done whatever he wanted with James from the moment he was brought here, delivered to him like a gift, but he's sure it's not as satisfying as having him wanting it this bad. ]
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Of course, Finn's still suspicious about what game he's playing at here. Just because James is enjoying it (and he can't possibly deny that) doesn't mean there aren't ulterior motives at play. Whatever they are, Finn hopes that James can warm his bed for a long while first. ]
You wish. [ But Finn tilts his head, grin still on his face, thinking, studying. ] But you aren't wrong. I absolutely should have done this earlier.
[ There's not some grand moves or surprises here, not at the moment. Finn just gets some of the lube on his hand, tosses the bottle to wherever, and leans down until they're pressing against each other again. ]
Now be good. [ Said into his skin while Finn mouths at his neck, slick hand moving down between them to find his hole again, already pushing inside him. He's not planning on wasting much time. ]
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He still wishes Finn would be rougher with him. Meaner, even. But then it's not like James is making this very hard for him, is he? Practically offering himself like this. Easier to tell himself he's doing it solely for the sake of his own self-preservation, even when he knows that's not entirely true.
He opens his mouth to protest at that, only to let out a sharp moan when Finn immediately pushes fingers into his ass, tight muscles clenching around the intruding digits. He spreads his legs at first, but immediately tries to close them again, offer some fighting and pushing back, just aiming to further aggravate Finn and push his patience closer to snapping. ]
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The other leg is a different problem, and all he's got to fight back are his own legs, really. Finn leans up, leaving Jim's neck and torso with some reluctance, using the extra height to pin his leg on top of Jim's. It's not going to work while he's fucking him but it'll do for now, considering just how much James fights back.
But he's definitely free to fight all he wants. Finn's already decided this is going to happen and won't be discouraged from it. Though, being meaner is a definite possibility, being rougher is practically a sure thing. Their little moment of tenderness is over, as interesting as it was, and Finn's ready to get back to the fun of this. The fun that James creates all on his own.
Finn's teeth are clenched, a near thunderous expression on this face, but there's too much excitement in his eyes for this to be anything but. ]
I'm going to take you, one way or another. You know you want to choke on my cock, anyway.
[ Perhaps he wants to make James snap, too. Regardless, he's still not keen on wasting time, already adding another finger and stretching him as much as he can, as fast as he can. ]
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He still pushes back, if only to add resistance, test the waters. He hisses at the burn on his neck, the mark left behind there, and when another finger's pushed into his tight hole, he tenses up and clenches again, shifting and writhing but unable to move an inch, kept in place right where Finn wants him.
Right where he wants to be too, let's be honest, but the fact that he can't move at all is especially thrilling. ]
That's, h-hah... wrong hole, if you want me to choke.
[ Somehow he manages to sound and look smug, grinning shamelessly even while his cheeks are flushed red, and his pupils blown wide enough for the blue of his eyes to be less noticeable. ]
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Oh, we'll get to that.
[ The movements of his hand slows for a moment, waiting for James to relax a little more, not wanting to actually cause him injury. Well, not a fun injury, anyway. But he doesn't wait very long before he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of him, stretching a little more, impatient. ]
Need to be thorough so you know who you belong to... Right?
[ Oh, how he wants to get his hand around that pretty throat, but that can wait a moment. He does shift, leaning down a little, his voice just a little quieter like he's imparting a secret. ]
Unless you beg me to skip a few steps. I'm not that cruel.
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Not that it seems to take a lot, since James isn't resisting much despite the earlier struggling. His hands still curl around the chain of the shackles, tugging hard on them, but obviously they don't budge, and he stays right as he is, an open and easy position for Finn to take full advantage of.
The last remark just gets a burning stare from him, jaw clenched and lips pressed thinly, but no response, no taunting, nothing. The only thing Finn get is the clear arousal from being pinned down and forcefully stretched like this, but he'll never give him the satisfaction of begging, even when his body's already shaking and his muscles clenching eagerly at the thought of Finn's cock filling him instead. ]
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But no, Finn keeps mentioning it for the sole purpose of riling him up. James has made it abundantly clear that it gets under his skin, so Finn's going to exploit it for all he's got. ]
That's okay. I know you want it.
[ And that's meant to rile him up, too. But Finn's also not lying. He doesn't need the Force to feel the want vibrating off of James in waves.
He removes his hand from inside of him to slick his own cock finally, purposely taking longer than necessary just to make him wait. The words be good are on his tongue again, but Finn doesn't voice them. James knows he should be good for him right now, doesn't need the reminder. It might just anger him again, anyway. Which isn't a bad thing, in all honesty.
The hand on his thigh finally moves, wrapping gently but firmly around Jim's throat. His still slick hand holds fast to Jim's hip for a moment, pulling him forward with a bruising grip, right before he aligns himself and sinks into him. It's hard and fast, all in one rush, and both his hands squeeze hard for a beat because of it.
That's if James doesn't fight him, though. ]
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But for now, with nothing like that affecting him, he continues to be stubborn and defiant, even as he bends to Finn's will, not struggling much at all as he lets him do whatever he wants. Because it is true, he's letting Finn do this, his leg not even moving to push back when Finn releases it, instead just falling to the side to keep himself open wide and easing access to Finn.
He nearly opens his mouth to talk back, but the surprise of feeling Finn's fingers around his throat is too intense, and he ends up just letting out a shuddered groan as his eyes widen, and his head tips back to bare his throat further to that grip. He should be ready for a sudden move now, but Finn still somehow catches him by surprise when he just tips his hips up by force and just rams his cock in, impaling him in one go, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled, and so suddenly too, making him shake from head to toe, letting out a cry that's at least partly choked by the tight grip of Finn's hand over his throat. His muscles still clench around the thick girth of him, making it painfully obvious how much he loves the feeling of being fucked like this. ]
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All that said, the way he tips his head back, baring his throat, feels enough like a beg to count. And the way he reacts when being filled by him- There's nothing like it.
He only pauses for a brief second, just long enough to get his own bearings, before he really begins. There's no slow ascent or anything. James wanted to be claimed, and that's what Finn sets out to do. He fucks into him hard and fast, his lips set into snarl as he stares down at him and watches. The hand on his throat is practically used for leverage, and Finn presses into him whenever he sees fit.
Though he is taking care not to actually harm him, constantly being aware of James' state of being. That doesn't mean he's gentle, and if James can't breathe for a few seconds, well, he'll live. ]
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It still feels like a lot, for a moment. The pace relentless from the get-go, the feeling of Finn's cock slamming in deep and hard making his body clench even tighter, breath coming to him in short, choked whimpers for a moment as his body struggles to adapt to the initial roughness of it. Not that it seems to matter much, since the added resistance only means that he's clenched even tighter for Finn, muscles wrapped and clinging around the thick girth of him, but otherwise pliant and folded over into an easy position to control.
As for the hand on his throat, well, Finn certainly won't feel anything bad coming from James. There is pain and vague discomfort, but it's all swallowed up by the intense pleasure that washes over his entire body, lips parted as he struggles for each breath, eyes blowing wider each time those fingers tighten into the column of his neck, closing up the airflow for a few seconds there, making his head swim. ]
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He does adjust the angle a little, snapping his hips forward until he can find a spot that will really make James cry out, maybe even get him closer to begging than he is right now. ]
You love this, don't you? You're so tight for me. [ Partially a taunt, yes, but partially said because he thinks it just spurs James' pleasure on further. Not that James himself is likely to admit that. Which-- ] Say it. Tell me how much you like this, how much you- you need this.
[ Honestly, he just wants to know what he'll say. And Finn doesn't really accommodate him time to speak either. He doesn't let up on his punishing pace, certainly doesn't let up on the pressure around his neck, at least not any more than usual. He'll just talk through all of this if he wants to talk at all. ]
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It thrills and angers him both that he knows he can't resist, and that he can't hide it either. When Finn shifts the angle, it comes too suddenly for him to measure his reaction, his whole body jolting and a cry pushing out of him when Finn's cock hits him just right, every muscle in him tense and clenching.
As for saying anything, it's a little out the window when Finn's hand is wrapped so tight around his neck, cutting off the air, and it's not like he can muster much in terms of coherence right now. All he can feel is the pounding pace as Finn fucks him into the bed, each hit of skin against skin matched with his choked noises, and Finn's louder, demanding grunts; the way he's kept pinned and spread out, easy for Finn to do as he pleases, and too close, too dizzy and too blissed out of his mind to even think about fighting back.
He's going to come soon, and he knows it. Finn has to be aware of it too, at this point. ]
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He's so needy. And Finn will see to it that he's taken care of, so perhaps he'll eventually become aware of just how badly he needs this.
Finn moves faster and harder against him, practically roaring out a cry as he finally spills into him, hot and thick. His hand tightens further, cutting off his air for real and sure to leave dark bruises behind, but still not enough to truly damage him. ]
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He doesn't let out any sounds, though, can't really manage that when he's being actually choked this time. He spills across his own stomach with the way he's folded over on the bed, muscles clenching in spasms around Finn's cock, eyes wide as his vision blurs for a few good seconds, and it doesn't quite come back to normal. He feels dizzy and disoriented from the lack of air, and instinctively he tries to reach for Finn's arm, only to find his hands still shackled to the bed.
His eyes roll slightly, and Finn may realize he's close to passing out. Which he will, if that hand on his throat doesn't let up soon. ]
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Finn presses his now free hand against Jim's chest, his movements finally slowed to a stop as he catches his breath. Seeing- Feeling James come undone beneath him was enough to take him a little too high, his heart still pounding in his ribcage.
But once he gets his bearings a little, he still doesn't move himself away. Rather, he keeps his eyes on James. He's hard to look away from, to be fair. ]
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His arms move again, a much weaker tug on the shackles now. There's a groan that's more out of frustration than anything, and his folded legs press against Finn's sides, muscles squeezing around his cock in the process. ]
Just gonna keep me like this all night?
[ Not that James would be surprised, if he did. Frankly, James probably would do the same himself, were their roles reversed. ]
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[ Did murder some people, after all. Why not keep him shackled? Besides, look at him. James might as well be made for this. Every time he moves brings a shudder and hitched breath to Finn. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
There's a long moment where he clearly thinks about it but ultimately decides to shelve it for another night, apparently. He pulls out of him with a groan. ]
You would, wouldn't you?
[ The shackles click open, and Finn kneels back to look at him better. ]
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Barely shivering when Finn's cock slips out of him, he presses his lips in and lets out a soft breath at Finn's question. Rhetorical or not, he still answers honestly. ]
I would.
[ But he's quietly glad that Finn decides not to. His hands move down as soon as the shackles ease from around his wrists, rubbing them briefly as he pulls them to his chest. He kind of wants to ask what now— does Finn want him to get out of the bed, go to the floor or the couch, or does he plan on leaving? He seriously doubts that Finn's the type for a cuddle after sex. ]
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Sadly, Finn is the type to cuddle. Rather, he used to be. It's not a thing that he wants to open himself up to anymore even if he wants that sort of contact with someone. Maybe with James. Though, he very highly doubts James would want to cuddle with anything. It's a vulnerability. Feels that way to Finn, anyway.
He's not leaving, though, nor does he command James to go anywhere. He gets up and finally gets his shirt off, the scars beneath finding the light. But he just tosses the garment aside and walks to the washroom to clean himself up. If James lingers where he is, Finn's going to bring out a cloth for him, too, straddle him again.
Wanting to do something like that for another isn't vulnerability. It's just... hygienic. Either way, whether Jim manages to move or not, Finn speaks up. ]
I'm not leaving tomorrow but I will again on the next day.
[ Also, no, he's not done with him yet. He still wants to fuck Jim's pretty mouth. Tonight, hopefully. ]
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He glances over as Finn comes back with a cloth, one hand resting on his chest and the other folded under his head, an eyebrow raised in surprise as Finn crawls back onto the bed and starts cleaning him up.
He can't help the small smile that slowly creeps up to his lips, admittedly more smug than anything. ]
So? Gonna stick around and keep me company, are you?
[ His tone lilts, amused. That hardly seems the kind of thing Finn would do. ]
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