[ He is a bit eager of his cock, it's true. Finn couldn't really deny it if he tried, especially at this point. They've already gotten up to a lot (much more than what Finn was expecting), and he's still thinking up things they can do. More accurately, things Finn can do to James. It's not like Jim doesn't want it, too. The other man's just as eager for it as he is, if not more.
But he continues to stick to the same pace, languishing in all the sounds James makes. It's part of a power play, taking his time, doing what he wants. That seems to do it for James, not that Finn's going to verbalize such a thing. He'll just keep it in mind while he sinks his throat down around Jim's cock, his free hand trailing against his inner thigh and higher, curious fingers finding his already wrecked hole while he moans about that particular memory. ]
[ Right now, neither of them really is in a position to taunt the other about how easy and eager they are. Not that James could even muster the focus or energy for that, and every time he even opens his mouth, all that comes out is a gasp or a soft moan, lips tucked in and teeth sinking into flesh just to make himself shut up.
But his legs do spread wider, hips shifting only as little as he can manage. His arms are still pressed to the bed, which makes it impossible for him to move, though he manages to at least curl his fingers into tight fists. ]
Let me go, [ He groans, hot and breathless. ] I want to touch you.
[ Finn looks up at him, his eyes practically flashing, and considers ignoring him. It only lasts a second, though, before he thinks better of it and pulls off his cock completely. As much as he likes the current power dynamic, he is very curious to see what James would do, given the chance.
So he leans up just a little over his cock, licking the edge of his lips and smiling sharply, the pressure holding James down evaporating. When he speaks, his voice is a little hoarse. ]
Show me.
[ He dips his head just enough lick at the head, a tease, as if he needed incentives to get riled up. ]
[ James lets out a sharp groan, unclear if it's in reaction to the tongue lapping up across the sensitive head of his cock, or the sudden relief of finding himself free from the pressure pinning him down. He hardly needs to be told twice, his hands going down to dig into Finn's hair. Short though it is, he still manages to push into the small curls, gripping it and then giving it a firm tug. ]
Well, you can keep going, [ He murmurs, a tease, lips curling in faint amusement before he adds, ] Or turn around and let me suck you off too.
[ He hums, thinking the idea over. He already came twice, and James is pretty needy at the moment... ]
Not that I don't like your hands in my hair... [ But look at him, obeying. Finn turns around, his knees on either side of James' head, hovering over and looking down at him. ] That better?
[ He could wait to let James off once he gets off (again), but that's just more games. At this point, he kind of just wants to see James lose his mind. So Finn leans down and takes the head of his cock in his mouth again. ]
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But he continues to stick to the same pace, languishing in all the sounds James makes. It's part of a power play, taking his time, doing what he wants. That seems to do it for James, not that Finn's going to verbalize such a thing. He'll just keep it in mind while he sinks his throat down around Jim's cock, his free hand trailing against his inner thigh and higher, curious fingers finding his already wrecked hole while he moans about that particular memory. ]
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But his legs do spread wider, hips shifting only as little as he can manage. His arms are still pressed to the bed, which makes it impossible for him to move, though he manages to at least curl his fingers into tight fists. ]
Let me go, [ He groans, hot and breathless. ] I want to touch you.
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So he leans up just a little over his cock, licking the edge of his lips and smiling sharply, the pressure holding James down evaporating. When he speaks, his voice is a little hoarse. ]
Show me.
[ He dips his head just enough lick at the head, a tease, as if he needed incentives to get riled up. ]
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Well, you can keep going, [ He murmurs, a tease, lips curling in faint amusement before he adds, ] Or turn around and let me suck you off too.
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Not that I don't like your hands in my hair... [ But look at him, obeying. Finn turns around, his knees on either side of James' head, hovering over and looking down at him. ] That better?
[ He could wait to let James off once he gets off (again), but that's just more games. At this point, he kind of just wants to see James lose his mind. So Finn leans down and takes the head of his cock in his mouth again. ]