[ 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. ]
Maybe. Besides, we all see what you get up to when you're bored.
[ It's not really the kind of thing Finn would do, no, but that's not by choice. He's a busy man with a lot of responsibilities, almost all of which he doesn't want. And he actually likes spending time with James. Perhaps that doesn't make a lot of sense, considering how they end up arguing with each other on the regular, but Finn even likes their arguments and how aggravating James can be.
Now that he looks back, maybe that that was their way of flirting.
Regardless, Finn usually wishes he could spend more time with James. Smug little grin, likely plots for his own murder, and all.
He leans down closer when he's done cleaning his new toy, hovering over James with his own small smile. ]
Are you going to be good while I'm gone next time?
[ Well, he can't really deny that. But admittedly, there is a little thrill at imagining all the things Finn could do to stop him from getting bored, and James lets out a low hum, both in response to that, and in reaction to the slow, almost tender strokes of the cloth against his skin.
He props one knee up once Finn is done, hips shifting and head tilting just so, both his arms moving so he can prop himself up on his elbows, torso lifting off the bed.
His grin widens, sharp-edged smile aimed at Finn. ]
That's what I get for rewarding bad behavior, I guess.
[ He cards his fingers through Jim's hair, obviously admiring him. Honestly, he's had this look in his eyes many times before. It shouldn't have taken this long to throw him into his bed.
His hand fists a tuft of hair at the back of his head, holding him still. ]
I could reward good behavior, too, y'know. Maybe get you some toys to play with while I'm gone.
Either way, you clearly haven't learned a lesson yet.
[ And next time, he's not going to clean him up. ]
[ Why Finn is even surprised by his response, it's anyone's guess. But of course, James says it with a shameless, defiant grin, and fully expects some form of retaliation for it.
He's absolutely not disappointed there. He even sits up a little more when he feels Finn's fingers card through his hair, and though he's completely expecting that grip, he still lets out a low hiss when Finn fists his hair and tugs hard, keeping him in place. ]
Guess you'll have to teach me that lesson a little better, then.
[ He licks his lips— slow, purposeful, followed by a bite on his lower lip, leaving his mouth parted. His gaze moves down Finn's body, then back up to meet his eyes. ]
What counts as good behavior to you, then? And don't say begging. I'm not giving you that.
[ Oh, he's not surprised. Just preemptively exhausted and foolishly hopeful. At least James keeps things interesting around here.
And maybe Finn likes the bad behavior a little, likes having a reason to punish him now. Really likes how eager James is for it, if that hiss is any indication. Not to mention the goading, the way he bites his lip and slips his gaze over Finn's body like a scorching touch. It could almost be thought of as an act, something that's too good to be true, something to make his guard be forced down.
Almost. But James loves it too much. ]
No murder is a good start. No escape attempts. [ The former might be possible, but he really doesn't expect the latter to be obeyed.
He moves over James, pulling his head back down to the bed until he's straddling over his torso. His cock is already getting interested in him again. ]
Making yourself ready for me before I come back. I'd like that.
[ Interesting is still better than infuriating. Which he can be at times too, but Finn's given him a taste of something good, something he's actually into, so he's a little more amenable to going along with things.
But he's never going to make it easy for Finn. Well, not always, anyway. Where's the fun in it if there's no challenge?
He presses his lips thinly at the first proposal, like he's mulling it over. Finally, with a sigh. ]
Fine.
[ To the murder, anyway. He'll try, at least. Can't promise he won't try to get away at some point, though. But for now, he's got no desire to go anywhere, even if he's not worried about examining that too closely.
His head pulled back onto the bed, his mouth parts slightly again, gaze managing to settle on Finn's already hardening cock, a shuddering breath going up his throat when he realizes what Finn's going to do to him. ]
Yeah... I can definitely do that.
[ He might even have a few ideas already, in fact. ]
[ Don't worry. Finn doesn't want things that easy. Not from James. He doesn't expect it either, which makes Jim's agreeing to the terms both surprising and interesting. He's really looking forward to the outcome of this conversation now. ]
Good boy.
[ It's said in a purr and with a lot more resolve than he feels. In truth, he wants to see how James will react to the term. But no matter the reaction, Finn's starting to actually see the possibilities here. The fact that James wants this on some level can be hugely exploited if he does this right. Maybe he can even more sure James never wants leave, forgets to even consider the thought.
But he doesn't want to break him... He'll save those plots for another time. Besides, the last thing he should do is underestimate James. It's going to take a lot of thought.
Finn inches further forward, leaning up while his knees grow even with Jim's neck, his cock heavy near Jim's lips. ]
Still want to choke on it? [ Whatever the reaction or response, his grip slacks for a moment before tightening harder, pulling his head back further. ] Don't forget. I bite back.
[ He's amenable to it, for now. It might not last, maybe he's just letting himself get carried away in the heat of the moment, but for the time being he doesn't think that getting himself ready and thinking of various sights Finn could be greeted to when he gets back to the room would be such a terrible idea.
Anyway, it's getting considerably more difficult to think when he's got a hard cock inching closer to his face, enough to make him wet his lips, heat pooling to the base of his own spine. His arms are just free enough to curl around Finn's legs, fingertips brushing over dark skin. ]
In this position, you might find it hard to manage that.
[ But he supposes Finn must have an idea in mind, which he's curious to see. His lips part wider in a gasp when Finn yanks on his hair again, gaze darkening, tongue slipping out to drag just the tip lightly against the side of Finn's cock.
Don't worry, he won't bite. What's the fun in that when he can get so much more fun out of that dick being used in other ways? ]
[ Finn watches him for a moment, gaze dark and heated, before a slow smile starts creeping onto his face. James doesn't have to wonder about their current position because he's already given Finn what he was wanting to see. Grazing his tongue over the side of his cock, heavy eyes staring at him with hunger.
James begs silently but he does beg. Finn loves to see it. And he really loves to push it. ]
Well, let's make it a little less difficult on you, then.
[ He could just stand but he doesn't want to James to get out of his bed nor does he want him to just tilt his head back over the edge. The latter is too easy, hardly movement required on Jim's part, and Finn likes to watch him want something.
So, perhaps in a surprising move, he lets go of Jim's hair and gets off of him. Finn moves to sit with his back against the headboard, his legs open and cock standing proud despite already coming once this evening (and how tired he was when he walked in). ]
[ James doesn't quite see it as begging, probably just taunting and teasing Finn, but he's not wrong; it is pretty obvious how eager James is for it, even if he might not admit to it, even to himself. To want anyone this much probably would just register as a weakness to him, and he doesn't want to have that good of a reason to kill Finn.
Thankfully, Finn can be enough of an ass at times to rein in his own desire. He looks surprised at first when Finn gets off of him, then just rolls his eyes and lets out a huffed chuckle when Finn settles himself against the headboard of the bed, legs spread out and cock hard, looking like an Emperor waiting to be worshiped.
Damn him though, he does look good like that.
But James is just going to be a little shit and turn on his side, yet not get between Finn's legs just yet, only a hand sliding up Finn's thigh, fingers lightly tracing over his hard length from root to tip, teasing little brushes that barely feel like much, culminating with a slight pinch and rub to his foreskin. ]
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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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[ It's not really the kind of thing Finn would do, no, but that's not by choice. He's a busy man with a lot of responsibilities, almost all of which he doesn't want. And he actually likes spending time with James. Perhaps that doesn't make a lot of sense, considering how they end up arguing with each other on the regular, but Finn even likes their arguments and how aggravating James can be.
Now that he looks back, maybe that that was their way of flirting.
Regardless, Finn usually wishes he could spend more time with James. Smug little grin, likely plots for his own murder, and all.
He leans down closer when he's done cleaning his new toy, hovering over James with his own small smile. ]
Are you going to be good while I'm gone next time?
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He props one knee up once Finn is done, hips shifting and head tilting just so, both his arms moving so he can prop himself up on his elbows, torso lifting off the bed.
His grin widens, sharp-edged smile aimed at Finn. ]
Not a chance.
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That's what I get for rewarding bad behavior, I guess.
[ He cards his fingers through Jim's hair, obviously admiring him. Honestly, he's had this look in his eyes many times before. It shouldn't have taken this long to throw him into his bed.
His hand fists a tuft of hair at the back of his head, holding him still. ]
I could reward good behavior, too, y'know. Maybe get you some toys to play with while I'm gone.
Either way, you clearly haven't learned a lesson yet.
[ And next time, he's not going to clean him up. ]
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He's absolutely not disappointed there. He even sits up a little more when he feels Finn's fingers card through his hair, and though he's completely expecting that grip, he still lets out a low hiss when Finn fists his hair and tugs hard, keeping him in place. ]
Guess you'll have to teach me that lesson a little better, then.
[ He licks his lips— slow, purposeful, followed by a bite on his lower lip, leaving his mouth parted. His gaze moves down Finn's body, then back up to meet his eyes. ]
What counts as good behavior to you, then? And don't say begging. I'm not giving you that.
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And maybe Finn likes the bad behavior a little, likes having a reason to punish him now. Really likes how eager James is for it, if that hiss is any indication. Not to mention the goading, the way he bites his lip and slips his gaze over Finn's body like a scorching touch. It could almost be thought of as an act, something that's too good to be true, something to make his guard be forced down.
Almost. But James loves it too much. ]
No murder is a good start. No escape attempts. [ The former might be possible, but he really doesn't expect the latter to be obeyed.
He moves over James, pulling his head back down to the bed until he's straddling over his torso. His cock is already getting interested in him again. ]
Making yourself ready for me before I come back. I'd like that.
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But he's never going to make it easy for Finn. Well, not always, anyway. Where's the fun in it if there's no challenge?
He presses his lips thinly at the first proposal, like he's mulling it over. Finally, with a sigh. ]
Fine.
[ To the murder, anyway. He'll try, at least. Can't promise he won't try to get away at some point, though. But for now, he's got no desire to go anywhere, even if he's not worried about examining that too closely.
His head pulled back onto the bed, his mouth parts slightly again, gaze managing to settle on Finn's already hardening cock, a shuddering breath going up his throat when he realizes what Finn's going to do to him. ]
Yeah... I can definitely do that.
[ He might even have a few ideas already, in fact. ]
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Good boy.
[ It's said in a purr and with a lot more resolve than he feels. In truth, he wants to see how James will react to the term. But no matter the reaction, Finn's starting to actually see the possibilities here. The fact that James wants this on some level can be hugely exploited if he does this right. Maybe he can even more sure James never wants leave, forgets to even consider the thought.
But he doesn't want to break him... He'll save those plots for another time. Besides, the last thing he should do is underestimate James. It's going to take a lot of thought.
Finn inches further forward, leaning up while his knees grow even with Jim's neck, his cock heavy near Jim's lips. ]
Still want to choke on it? [ Whatever the reaction or response, his grip slacks for a moment before tightening harder, pulling his head back further. ] Don't forget. I bite back.
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Anyway, it's getting considerably more difficult to think when he's got a hard cock inching closer to his face, enough to make him wet his lips, heat pooling to the base of his own spine. His arms are just free enough to curl around Finn's legs, fingertips brushing over dark skin. ]
In this position, you might find it hard to manage that.
[ But he supposes Finn must have an idea in mind, which he's curious to see. His lips part wider in a gasp when Finn yanks on his hair again, gaze darkening, tongue slipping out to drag just the tip lightly against the side of Finn's cock.
Don't worry, he won't bite. What's the fun in that when he can get so much more fun out of that dick being used in other ways? ]
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James begs silently but he does beg. Finn loves to see it. And he really loves to push it. ]
Well, let's make it a little less difficult on you, then.
[ He could just stand but he doesn't want to James to get out of his bed nor does he want him to just tilt his head back over the edge. The latter is too easy, hardly movement required on Jim's part, and Finn likes to watch him want something.
So, perhaps in a surprising move, he lets go of Jim's hair and gets off of him. Finn moves to sit with his back against the headboard, his legs open and cock standing proud despite already coming once this evening (and how tired he was when he walked in). ]
Come here.
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Thankfully, Finn can be enough of an ass at times to rein in his own desire. He looks surprised at first when Finn gets off of him, then just rolls his eyes and lets out a huffed chuckle when Finn settles himself against the headboard of the bed, legs spread out and cock hard, looking like an Emperor waiting to be worshiped.
Damn him though, he does look good like that.
But James is just going to be a little shit and turn on his side, yet not get between Finn's legs just yet, only a hand sliding up Finn's thigh, fingers lightly tracing over his hard length from root to tip, teasing little brushes that barely feel like much, culminating with a slight pinch and rub to his foreskin. ]
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