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[ 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. ]

It's a really tempting idea.

[ 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. ]

Not a chance.

[ ... Okay, Finn brought this on himself. ]

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). ]

Come here.

[ 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. ]

[ Finn gives a quiet hiss from Jim's touches but it's definitely from pleasure rather than anything else. Maybe he shouldn't, maybe he should be trying to break him, but Finn likes James being an annoying little shit. It makes him fun. Not to mention that it's proof enough that James isn't afraid of him.

That's still a big novelty for Finn. Perhaps that's why this act just turns him on a little more.

His hand glides through Jim's hair, once again finding its place on the back of his head and gripping a tuft of his hair tight. He pulls him forward, trying to get Jim more in font of him or closer at least. They'll get to back to his cock in a second. ]

I said come here.

[ If James deigns to be close enough, Finn's going to take his lips in a deep kiss. ]

[ James is doing all this fully expecting Finn to get mad or impatient (or both), and force him where he wants him. And despite knowing Finn could cause him serious damage if he felt like it, or treat him much worse, even in bed, than he has so far, he's still not afraid. If anything there is a thrill to knowing that he's dealing with a partner who's much stronger and powerful than him. Not like James would submit to anyone else, anyway.

Still, he lets out a surprised gasp when Finn grabs his hair by the bunch again and yanks hard, pulling him closer by his head. Still requires him being willing to move up Finn's body, but he doesn't resist the handling, head tipped back and easy for the taking when Finn leans in to kiss him hard, having moved both closer and more in front of Finn now.

He still adds some teeth into the kiss, biting down on Finn's lower lip with a muffled groan, his hand still brushing teasingly over Finn's hard cock. ]

[ The bite, while Finn very much likes it, is a clear sign of rebellion. Which he also likes, so that's a problem. Finn growls back and pulls James from the kiss, tilting his head further back so Finn can sink his teeth back into his neck, harder than before. Probably drawing blood, maybe. He's clearly not too worried about that anymore.

But he's already pulling Jim back again, trying to direct his head lower and fully expecting resistance. Finn's legs have spread a little more, encouraging the touch of his hand, enjoying the tease a little too much for someone who's trying to make demands.

Again, it's the fun of it. ]

Well?

[ It's definitely a rebellious act, and more than that it is a challenge, as always trying to goad Finn and see what he might do in retaliation. He's definitely not disappointed, letting out a groan that's equal parts pain and pleasure, even when he feels a small drop of blood dripping down his neck. He's not about to bleed out from such a superficial wound, so he doesn't worry much about it, certainly doesn't let it interrupt their fun.

He still fights back when Finn pushes him lower, predictably so. One hand grabbing at Finn's arm, nails digging hard and yet clearly not enough to make Finn let go of his hair, while the other claws at his inner thigh, enough to leave little crescent marks in the shape of his nails there. It still doesn't change the fact that James ends up bent over between Finn's legs, face practically shoved into his hard cock, mouth parting in undeniable anticipation even though he doesn't give into the obvious want he feels. ]

What? Not gonna make me swallow it whole?

[ Definitely a dare, if there's ever been one. Is he ready to have his throat fucked? No, probably not. But he still wants it, so. ]

[ It's painfully obvious that James wants this so badly, maybe even more than Finn does. ]

That what you want? Me to hold your jaw open and take it?

[ It's a rhetorical question, because he doesn't think James wants that. Even so, Finn's hand grabs him by the neck, thumb and forefinger finding either side of his jaw near the hinge to hold his mouth open. It has to be painful. Finn's not exactly being gentle.

He'll ease up in a minute. Right now, he uses their current positions to his advantage, turning James' head where he likes and thrusting his cock into his mouth. The first time is almost gentle, getting his bearings, but the second thrust has intent. ]

[ Well, it might not be exactly what James was imagining, but the mental image those words paint for him certainly arouses him. It explains why he doesn't actually struggle quite as much when Finn just grabs his mouth roughly and gets his jaw open by force, then wastes no time in yanking him closer and pushing his cock past James's parted lips.

He is more willing than the struggling might imply, but he does still struggle, still makes that attempt at pulling back, a protested sound muffled by the cock being shoved into his mouth. One hand claws at Finn's forearm, the other pushing at his hip, but it's no match to Finn's strength, or the desire clear in the way he rolls his hips and thrusts into James's mouth, the second time pushing his cock deeper, feeling like a promise and a threat all at once. ]

[ Finn risks letting go of his jaw, all too aware that Jim wants it more than he lets on. But now that he's got him where he wants, Finn plans to keep him there for the time being.

His now free hand finds the nape of Jim's neck, helping to direct his head wherever Finn wants. He pushes James down as he thrusts up, a much better roll this time. Then, finally, he begins in earnest with a punishing pace, slamming his way into Jim's throat.

If he feels that James genuinely does need him to let up, he will. Again, doesn't want to actually hurt him or something. But he does want to fuck that mouth as much as Jim wants it, and he has no plans of going remotely easy on him. He'll take him straight to the brink before he does that. ]

[ For what it's worth, Finn doesn't need to worry about James lashing out like that. He has absolutely no interest in hurting Finn, he's certainly not planning on biting his dick off or anything, even if things get to be too much for him to handle.

If they do, James certainly isn't planning to let it on. He still pushes back, just to add a bit more of a challenge for Finn, to goad and incite him to be rougher, meaner, more forceful and demanding, because that's honestly turning him on more than anything else Finn could do right now.

His throat's tight, not used to the press of a cock against it, but the thick girth of Finn's erection still stretches the muscles there, forcing its way deeper, down the clenching passage, muffled and choked sounds leaving James when Finn gets to a faster, meaner pace. A few tears gather in his eyes from the sheer intensity of it, but he makes no real attempt at stopping Finn, even as he lets out louder noises, his own knees pressed and spreading on the bed as he presses his hips down against the mattress in a weak attempt at finding some relief for his own arousal. ]

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