text para, finn/christopher, explicit
//let's do a tiny cute text para, she said. five pages and 2000 words later...
Finn walked slowly out of the bathroom, his towel slung low on his hips and his hair damp, curls sticking to his forehead. He walks out and crawls up into bed with Christopher. “Meow,” he speaks, nosing into Christopher’s shoulder.
Christopher smiles and kisses Finn’s forehead, breathing in his fresh from the shower smell. “You used my shampoo, he said. “It suits you.”
A dimpled grim fills his cheeks, his lips pressing a kiss to his shoulder. His hands go over his stomach and he nods. “It smelled like you so I used it.”
He ran a hand through Finn’s damp hair, stroking down his back and side just to touch him. “I like you smelling like me.”
“I like it too,” he purrs at his hand stroking down his side. His head falling onto his shoulder. “Mmm” he lets out accidentally, feeling so comfortable under his hand.
Christopher let his hand trace idle patterns on Finn’s hip, right above the towel. He dipped the tips of his fingers under it lightly and kissed Finn’s jaw. “Love you, Kitten,” he whispered.
His breath hitches at the sudden warmth in his lower abdomen, a small hum coming from his mouth from his lips. “I love you too,” His hips slowly rise to his fingertips, maybe pressing them down a bit further down the towel.
“Yeah?” Christopher asked with a grin, loving Finn’s responses to his simple touches. He tugged the towel’s loose knot, letting it fall and expose Finn’s familiar body. “What does my kitten want?” Christopher questioned, low and teasing.
“Mmmhmm, I love you so much,” he bites his lower lip, watching as Christopher pulled off the towel. He lets out a little huffed whine, letting his legs fall to the sides. “T-touch me…please?” he asked, soft and kitten-like.
Leaning in to press a kiss to Finn’s neck, Christopher slid his hand down to wrap around Finn’s cock. He stroked it slowly from base to tip, still pressing kisses to his skin. “Like this, Kitten?”
He let out a groan, his neck stretching out to the side to give him more kissing space. “Y-yeah.. Yeah…Mmh,” his hips press up to his palm needingly.
He pressed sucking kisses against Finn’s neck, nuzzling against his collar. He stroked him faster, his own cock growing harder as he touched Finn.
“Christopher…O-oh.” He looks down to where he was touching him, making him shiver. His hand goes down Christopher’s chest, his hand a little shaky, he smooths his palm down his boxers, feeling the way he slowly became harder under his touch.
“Fuck, Finn,” Christopher said as Finn touched him. He pushed his hips upward against Finn’s easy strokes and sucked hard at his neck. “Gonna mark you up, show everyone you’re mine,” he said, voice rough with lust.
He lets out a small giggle, followed by a whimper at the hard sucking. His hand putting a little more pressure on his cock, his hips press up into his hand, his hand moving along with his hips. “Y-you’re going to make me come like th-this.”
“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing,” Christopher said, intentionally stroking harder. “Did you have other plans?”
His mouth widens at the change of pace. His hand grinding down harshly on his boyfriend. “N-no..Oh- oh fuck…” he whines out and he bites down on his lip to silence himself.
Surging up to capture Finn’s bitten lips in a filthy kiss, Christopher worked Finn’s cock, trying to bring him off, to see him shudder and fall apart under Christopher’s touches. He pulled back from the kiss to nip at his earlobe. “You’re so hot for me, I love it.” he said, breathing heavily against Finn’s ear and neck.
His hand hold the back of Christopher’s neck, the kiss only making the sounds come from his mouth emerge louder. Only because yes, Finn was so fucking hot for Christopher. His head crooked to the side again, his hips jolting up as he feels himself almost there. “Sososoclose,” he whimpers, his arms snaking around his neck, bringing his lips to his.
Christopher growls into the kiss and fists his free hand in Finn’s curls, pulling them to lay on their sides. He breaks the kiss and sets a fast, hard rhythm, his own cock aching even as he brings Finn closer to him. “Wanna see you fall apart,” he murmurs.
Finn complies to the new position quickly, his body scooting as close as he can to Christopher. His eyes quickly look down to his hand quickly jerking him. “F-faster..faster please, please,” he begs, his eyes shutting. “I’m gonna- oh.. Oh, fuck,” his back arches and his hips press into his hand. His senses heightened, and then suddenly buzzed through his body. “Fu-uck,” he lets out, seeing come drip down his cock.
His focus narrowed as Finn came, Christopher’s eyes fixed on Finn’s face, his parted mouth spilling moans. He kept touching Finn even after he’d come, petting at his spent cock as he spoke. “Alright, Kitten?” he moved his hand to his lips, licking Finn’s release from his fingertips before shoving his boxers down.
“Mmm-mm,” he nodded, the licking of his come from his fingers making Finn shudder. Now that he was done, he wanted so badly to make Christopher feel as good as he made Finn. He watched as his beautiful cock came from his boxers. Finn gathered up his own come from his dick, wrapping his hand around him gently, spreading his fresh warm come on his hard cock.
He gasped as Finn’s slick hand wrapped around him. His hips jerked upward, fucking into Finn’s hand. “Mmmph,” he grunted, his hand still twined in Finn’s curls, his lips pressed to his kitten’s jaw. “You’re so fucking good at this, Kitten.”
Finn is so wrecked from the orgasm he just had. He climbs on top of Christopher, his free hand stroking up his chest and lower stomach. His sticky hand rubbing up and down him slowly, his thumb rubbing gently over his slit. “I love your cock, you know that?” he asks, still a bit breathless.
“My cock’s pretty fond of you,” Christopher says with a chuckle, working his hips against Finn’s grip. “But I’m in the mood to have my ego stroked. What do you love about it?”
His hand jerks him tight and quick at the question. “The way your cock feels in my hand and how when I jerk you a certain way you say my name.” He does that motion, hoping to get that response “And how nice you feel in my mouth, the way it makes my mouth water just by thinking of it.” His hand releases, and his head sinks low on his hips. His lips kiss on his hip bone, and then further down. His tongue swirling at the tip of him.
Finn’s name falls from Christopher’s mouth before he thinks about it, but he can’t bring himself to care, not when Finn’s moving down his body and making him shiver from his kisses. He bucks his hips up at the feeling of Finn’s tongue on his dick and he tightens his hand in Finn’s hair just a bit before releasing it. He strokes across Finn’s face and runs his thumb across Finn’s plush lower lip. “Love your mouth,” he groans.
His little kitten tongue licking at his thumb, “And…what do you love about that?” his tongue returns to him. Starting at the very bottom, licking up to the very tip, and then he lets his mouth envelope him. His throat vibrating slightly from struggled purrs. His hand leads up the sheets, his hand finding Christopher’s.
He smiled at the way Finn had turned the tables, moving to press his fingertips against the mark he’d made on Finn’s neck. “Love your kisses and the way you take me all the way down-” his words broke as Finn purred around him. He squeezed Finn’s hand in his and bucked up into Finn’s mouth. “Wanna come in your mouth.”
He lets his cock hit the back of his throat at the jolt of his hips. His other hand wrapped around him, as he sucked harder- his hand coming up to spread his saliva on his cock. His eyes look up innocently, and he places his mouth on him again, his hand and his mouth working him gently, but fast.
Christopher loved the way Finn made him feel, the hot press of his lips around him and the slow rhythm he’d started. Christopher sunk back against the pillows to enjoy it. He hummed appreciatively and set a slow counter rhythm with his hips, pushing into Finn’s mouth and hand to chase the feeling.
The feeling of how he pressed his hips up into Finn’s mouth made him almost groan onto him. He loved that. He pulls his lips off of him, his hand still working him fast. “Will you fuck my mouth?” he whispers against his hip bone, his teeth raking on his skin.
Christopher groaned and pressed his hands into Finn’s hair and guided his cock back into Finn’s mouth. He held Finn’s head still and thrust up with his hips, pushing his dick into the back of Finn’s throat and out again with slow, steady strokes.
His mouth opens wide, his eyes looking up to him as he thrusts for the first time. His mouth hollows out on his length, his hands holding himself up to hover over him. He makes a low hum come from the back of his throat so that every time he hits the back of his throat, the vibration lingers onto his cock.
He screwed his eyes shut and kept thrusting into Finn’s hot, wet mouth. He kept his fingers buried in Finn’s hair, keeping him still so he could set the pace. He sped up, thrusting harder, precome beading up and spilling over his cock. “Can’t wait to come down your throat,” he said with a moan.
He loved the way Christopher looked and the way the filthiest things would come from his mouth. Wanting so badly to feel, and taste his come, and feel it shoot to the back of his throat. He let him fuck his mouth moaning, and letting pleasureful tears streak down his face.
He moved his hands from Finn’s hair and wiped the wetness from his face, slowing his hips. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he said, getting closer to his orgasm with every thrust. He bit down on his lip and stroked his hands down Finn’s face and ran his thumb down the edge of Finn’s lips where they were stretched around his cock. “God, you’re so gorgeous like this.”
Finn places his hands around his hips, pushing his cock as far as he could. WANTING him to go faster. He could barely realize the wetness on his cheeks until he wiped them away. His eyes looked up to him again, his cheeks hollowing in enough to see the outline of him inside his mouth, to make himself look even more gorgeous.
With a strangled curse and Finn’s name on his lips, Christopher’s hips jolted up hard. He kept his word, come streaming into Finn’s mouth. He pulsed a few times before he pulled his softening cock from Finn’s mouth and held his arms out for Finn to join him.
Finn’s mouth was filled up, his lips sucking Christopher off completely. There was a little amount that dripped out the tip of his cock when he pulled back. His tongue swiping across it to gather the rest of the come. “Mm, you taste so good,” he groaned and traveled up his torso, kissing his skin and finally kissing him on the lips, letting him take a taste of his come.
Kissing Finn with his own taste there made Christopher groan against his lips. He locked his arms around his Finn’s back and rolled them so they were facing each other on the bed. “Love you,” he whispered.
His head cuddled up to Christopher, his nose brushing his gently. “I love you,” he whispered back to him. His breathing was still a bit heavy, and staggery. “I want to do that to you every day.”
Christopher laughed, sighing heavily, amused. “Alright, Kitten. Whatever you want. It’s not like I’m going to argue with that.” He pressed a kiss to Finn’s temple. “Go to sleep, love.”
Finn whines out slightly, his arms wrapping around his torso. “I want to try rougher stuff,” he said, his eyes shutting. And he smiled softly. He grabbed the damp towel and threw it to the floor. “M’not tired..” he ruffles his eyebrows.
“We’ll try everything. We’ve got time,” Christopher promised. He reached up to scratch behind Finn’s ears. “Mmmm, sure,” he said. “Not sleepy at all, are you?” he asked with a yawn.
His eyes blinked down, his eyes opening very slowly. “Nope...Not even...” he yawns after his. “Not even...At all,” he said slowly letting his eyes shut, falling asleep slowly, but catching himself every few seconds.
Christopher watched with amusement as Finn struggled against sleep. He kept up his slow, relaxing strokes, trying to tempt Finn into sleep as well as calm himself enough to join him. He pressed a gentle kiss to Finn’s cheek finally, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.