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[ 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. ]

[ He feels the resistance and knows it for what it is, especially when he sees James trying to find relief with the bedding. ]

You love this so much, don't you?

[ In truth, Finn's not sure if James enjoys the fight or if he fights because he doesn't want to enjoy it. Either way, it means little now. The moment is happening, and James might as well look like he's in rapture.

Finn does grow rougher and meaner, though. The more James struggles and the more obvious it becomes of how much he can take, the harder Finn thrusts into him. He brings Jim's head down at the same time as his thrusts, getting deep and fucking his throat raw. ]

Fuck, you feel so good.

[ He hopes no one else has done this to him before. He likes the thought of being the only one to claim his mouth like this. ]

[ Well, he can't exactly deny that, not when he's grinding his hips down onto the mattress. But it's not like he would be able to even if he wanted to, with the way Finn keeps his mouth busy and full.

He does let out a sound, aiming for protest but coming out more like a groan, a sound that comes off more like he's choking, which he kind of is right now. Finn's pace is hard and punishing, painful even when coupled with the hands on his hair, grabbing and yanking, pulling his head down and forcing him to take more, more, more.

Finn's cock pushes right against the back of his throat, makes him literally swallow the thick length, and maybe a tear rolls down his cheek from the strain of it, the abuse and the complete lack of air he's suffering through, but it's absolutely thrilling. The force and viciousness of it, it makes him want to push Finn past other limits he may have too, just to gauge how truly mean and forceful he can get. ]

[ James may find himself surprised. Finn's a gentle soul at heart, but he does have some bite to him. It depends less on hard James pushes as much as what he pushes. Even now, Finn's acutely aware of not permanently damaging him in any way, wouldn't be doing this if he didn't know that Jim enjoyed it.

If he really wanted Finn to get mean, it would take a lot of jumping on a few particular nerves, but it's certainly possible. These days, Finn's found that he has few lines he will not cross. Fewer than he thought or hoped.

He thrusts hard down Jim's throat, his own head falling back as he pushes through the tight resistance again and again, taking and claiming what he's decided is his. It hardly takes much after that line of thought before he's thrusting harder and finally coming with a growl down Jim's sweet throat. ]

[ He would no doubt be surprised by how gentle Finn could be, mostly surprised that such a sentiment could ever survive in a man living in these circumstances, in such a place. Either way, James has always been much better at bringing out the worst in people, rather than the opposite.

Not that he's thinking about that now, of all times. He's not thinking of much of anything, not when Finn's barely giving him the time to breathe, let alone think. He's in no position to protest anyway, the lack of air making him dizzy enough that he can't even think to do that, all muffled, choked noises as Finn grabs him forcefully, fucks into his mouth rougher, harder, deeper, until there's cum spilling against the back of his mouth and down his throat.

If Finn's cock was enough to choke him, this is enough to make him gag for a moment. When Finn does let up, James pulls back with a heaving cough, feeling remnants of Finn's cum coat his lips, cock pressed near his cheek and pouring one last bead onto it, letting it trickle down to his jaw as he struggles to regain his breath. ]

[ Finn spends a moment unthinking, gasping for air with his eyes closed, enjoying it. When he opens his eyes, the sight is honestly better than he expected. ]

You're really pretty like that.

[ Covered in Finn's seed, choking on it- James looks gorgeous. Part of Finn would like to just keep him that way, follow through with the idea of chaining him to this bed and leaving him here until Finn wanted him. It's a tempting idea.

Finn licks his lips and lets the thought go. ]

How's it feel?

[ James's eyes flash, a mix of arousal and anger, eyebrows knitting tightly. He doesn't acknowledge the comment otherwise, doesn't answer it in any way, even though 'fuck off' is right at the tip of his tongue.

He'll live with being called pretty. Even when it's right after Finn's literally choked him with his dick. ]

What do you want me to tell you? [ His voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat before he adds with a snort. ] Good? Please.

[ He likes that anger. He likes that answer, too. A smile spreads across his face, sharp and daring. ]

Maybe I can do something to make it better, hm?

[ His leg pulls up and shifts to get under James, sneaking lower until his calf brushes his dick. He can feel how much James enjoyed that, knows he must be frustratingly hard. Now's a good time to think some options through. Namely whether or not he should leave him wanting.

Mmm, leaning towards no on that one. James is too fun for that. ]

[ Finn should expect no less from him at this point, really. That said, he might be a little too fucking aroused to pretend like he's not aching for any kind of contact, and when Finn's leg sneaks between his, he lets out a groan, shuddering as his hips grind down instinctively.

It's probably going to lead to more taunting, more smugness, but he doesn't give a fuck at this point. If Finn gets him off, he'll put up with whatever shameless remarks he wants to throw at him. ]

[ Taunting? Maybe. Smugness? Absolutely. Watching James so desperate, totally not begging. He's beautiful like this.

Finn lets his leg move further down, pushing up against James and rubbing against him just like that. It would be so sweet to watch him get off dry humping his leg. No, not desperate at all. For good measure, he takes a handful of hair and pulls. ]

How about this?

[ James lets out a sound that's nearly a growl as his hair's pulled hard, head tipped back, pale neck exposed. His throat bobs as he swallows dryly, and his hips roll down again, a slow, sinuous movement that has him rubbing himself insistently against Finn's firm leg.

Fuck. Fuck him, fuck him for making him want this so hard. He grits his teeth through that thought, fingers twisting into the sheets, but he doesn't say it out loud. ]

It'll do— I gues.

So stubborn.

[ Finn laughs, though. Maybe he likes them stubborn. Well, that's how he likes this one, anyway.

He considers and dismisses the idea of helping out, of giving him something more. That being said- He pulls a little harder. ] Might give you my mouth if you ask for it.

[ Doesn't even have to ask nicely. Doesn't even have to say please! It certainly won't be the same as what they just did, sure, but Finn's not one to leave a partner wanting either. ]

[ He's definitely that, yeah. Good thing Finn doesn't seem to be deterred by it, if anything he seems to be enjoying it every time James snaps back at him, and he definitely doesn't ease up on either the thigh pressed between his legs, or the hand gripping his hair.

He groans when a tighter tug comes, hips grinding down harder, more eagerly. ]

Fuck— [ He's absolutely not going to ask. Well, not technically. But he does admit to it, because it'd be pointless to deny it when the very words are enough to make his breath stutter and his eyes darken. ] I want your mouth on me.

[ Hmm... Finn spends an annoying second to mull that over. It wasn't a question, to be fair, and Finn feels he was lenient enough. But James is "demanding" something while caught like this, rubbing himself off on Finn's leg. It's pretty. One of the reasons Finn thinks about it for another second. ]

Close enough.

[ He lets up on the grip he had on Jim's hair, his other hand pushing at Jim's shoulder to make him lie back. ]

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