by Sean Michael
"You know it. Are you... You're not seeing anyone are you?"
Tony glanced at him. "I'm not a cheater, Finn. You know that."
"No. I know, but I had to ask. I mean, if I'm going to make a play for you, I want you available."
This time, Tony's glance included a wickedly hot smile. "I'm available."
"I am, too. I've had a couple of one-nighters, a couple who couldn't stay faithful and one guy who I hoped would turn into something, but it didn't."
Tony nodded and pulled up at a very nice looking place. "No one's ever lived up to the one that got away."
Yeah. Yeah, exactly.
Tony got out and came around, ever the gentleman. He took Tony's arm and stood, holding on, the feel of that solid arm erotic as fuck.
Tony smiled down at him and his belly tightened. "Come on into my parlor."
"Are you the spider or the fly?"
"Oh, baby, you know I'm the spider."
Baby. Oh, God. That was still so hot. So good. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Tony led him in. "We're skipping the tour. You can see the place tomorrow."
"Works for me." He could explore on his own.
They went upstairs and into a large bedroom that boasted a king-sized bed. It was leather and navy, masculine and solid.
Tony didn't give him a whole lot of time to look, the man kissing him just like that. He stepped into the curve of Tony's body, moaning at the firm pressure. Tony was as solid as he remembered, maybe more so, and the man could kiss like no one he'd ever known.
One strong, square hand cupped the back of his head, tilting him back. Tony's other hand drifted down his back to cup his ass. His hips rocked back, pushed into that touch.
"Eager man."
"It's been a while, Tony. Years."
"It wasn't a complaint, baby."
"Oh." Finn chuckled. He was more nervous than he'd thought he'd be.
Tony kissed him again, then stepped back far enough to start undressing him. He wasn't as thin as he'd been back then, wasn't waifish anymore. He'd grown up, filled out. Hopefully, Tony liked it.
Tony got his shirt off and the big hands lingered on his skin. "Mmm. Looking good, Finn."
Oh. Oh, thank God.
Tony's fingers brushed across his nipples. The rings were gone, but the memory of the games they'd played made him moan.
"Someone's looking awfully bare."
"Hmm? The rings? I had a boyfriend who thought they were tacky."
"What a small-minded jackass."
Finn cackled, clapped his hands. "Yes! Yes, I think that might have been the last thing I ever called him."
Grinning, Tony flicked both his nipples together, thumbs firm, the nails managing to just catch them.
"Fuck." His teeth snapped together, his hips rocked forward. Oh, Tony remembered.
"Some things never change," Tony murmured.
"Can't help it. It's still hot."
"You're still hot. You make me need, make me want to do things to you to make you scream."
The words made Finn's entire body ache. Oh, fuck. That was one hell of a promise.
Tony's lips pressed against his, storming his mouth, and he opened, wanting everything Tony was willing to give.
His jeans were opened, pushed down his hips, Tony's hands rough, eager. His cock was aching, full, the ring at the tip wet. Growling, Tony got him naked, then touched his jewelry.
"He didn't think this one was tacky?" Tony asked.
"He hated it. I took it out while we dated. You know how it gets me off."
"He really was a jackass, baby. You deserve someone better than that."
"He was and I totally did. We didn't last long."
"Doesn't matter anyway. Because he's not here tonight and I am." Tony wrapped his lips around Finn's throat, sucking up a mark.
He let his head fall back, gaving Tony access. Tony's teeth scraped across the spot, sending lightning through his body.
"Fuck, yes." Finn went up on his tiptoes, rubbing all along Tony's body.
"Get me naked so I can fuck you, baby."
"Mmmhmm." He started unbuttoning little buttons.
He could see the prominent bulge in Tony's slacks, trying to get his attention as he worked on his lover's shirt. He unfastened Tony's slacks next, eager to touch that heavy cock.
"Want your mouth, baby."
"Uh-huh." His mouth was watering.
The pants slid down off Tony's hips and that fat prick pushed out toward him. Finn knelt down, lips open, eager for the taste of Tony's cock. Tony rubbed the tip of his prick against Finn's lips, teasing him. Grabbing the thick, muscular thighs, Finn dragged Tony into his lips.
"Fuck!" The word was crude and hot in Tony's mouth, raining down on him like praise.
He chuckled and starting sucking, slapping Tony's cock with his tongue.
"Damn. No one sucks like you."
No one loved it like he did.
Tony's fingers slid through his hair, twisting and tugging. His eyes crossed, and he sucked hard, his cock hard as nails.
"That's it, baby. Do it. Suck me. Give you my fucking come."
He'd almost forgotten the way Tony would encourage him, praise him, during sex.
His cock was heavy, aching, and every filthy word, every tug of his hair, every thrust into his lips made it worse. Or better. Depending on how you looked at it.
"Finn...baby." Tony's hands tightened, and he knew what that meant, knew Tony was close.
He groaned, took Tony to the root and swallowed hard. Shouting out, Tony bucked hard and came down his throat. He drank Tony in, pulling strongly, moaning around that fine cock.
"God, Finn. That's so good."
Of course it was. It was a blowjob.
"I know that mouth can keep me hard. So I can do you."
Finn hummed and nodded, using his tongue to encourage Tony's prick to stay stiff. Groaning, Tony stroked a hand through his hair.
He looked up, meeting Tony's eyes. Tony was flushed, eyes heated, needy. Fucking yes. Finn wanted all that and more.
"Gonna fuck you through my mattress, baby."
Fuck, yeah. Hard and deep until he screamed.
Tony helped him stand, only to push him down onto the bed. He sprawled, spread, jacking his cock once.
"That's mine," Tony informed him, voice more growl than speaking words.
"You sure?" So fucking hot. So fucking perfect, so he stroked again.
This time it was definitely a growl and Tony slapped his hand away. "I'm sure."
Oh, fuck. Yes. Hot. He nodded, aching and arching.
Tony climbed onto the bed, moving between his spread legs. Finn bent one knee, sliding his leg along Tony's side. Tony moved slowly, eyes on his.
"Are you going to make me scream?" He wanted to need.
"You fucking know it."
He wanted to. He wanted to know it, bone deep.
Leaning over him, Tony pressed a kiss to his left shoulder, then his left nipple. His body responded predictably, nipple drawing up tight, lifting to that mouth. Tony nipped at it, the bite sharp.
"Harder." Finn snapped the word out.
"Pushy bastard."
"Uh-huh."
Laughing, Tony, pinched his right nipple. Hard. His hips pumped up, rubbing his needy cock into Tony's body. Tony shook his head, bit his nipple again, the sting so sharp this time.
"Fuck!" His teeth clacked together, eyes rolling back in his skull.
He could feel Tony's smile against his skin. His hands opened and closed, squeezing convulsively.
The next bite found his throat, Tony gnawing on him.
"T...toothy!" Fuck, yes.
"And you love it."
"I do." He wanted it. "I'm not into shame."
"Thank fucking God."
Tony moved to his other nipple, teeth still good and sharp. Finn panted and watched, breathless for the little bite. The bite he got was sharp and he arched. He felt Tony's fucking smile against his skin.
"Ass...asshole.
Fuck." So hot.
That had Tony chuckling. "I should grab some clamps."
"Your teeth are better."
"Flatterer."
"Clamps don't know when to push. I try them a lot." He tried a lot of things, a lot of men.
Tony chuckled. "I definitely know when to push." Tony tweaked his left nipple.
Finn's eyes crossed and he jerked again, grabbing Tony's wrist instinctively. Tony's nail dug into the tender flesh of his nipple. His fucking eyes crossed again and he groaned, flying with it.
"Sweet fucking pain slut."
Finn nodded. Sue him. He totally was. "We going to fuck now?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Thank God." He was tired of waiting.
Tony pinched his other nipple before reaching up past him to grab lube. Then Tony's slick fingers teased his hole. Fucking teased. He jerked, ass cheeks squeezing.
"My pace, baby. You'll get it when you get it. When I say."
Oh, goddamn. He had missed this, the effortless way Tony make him soar.
Bending, Tony bit his right nipple, teeth worrying the hard bit of flesh as those slick fingers pushed at his hole again. Finn bore down, needing those fingers slamming inside him, spreading him, making him come.
The bastard didn't do that, though. No, Tony kept fucking teasing, fingers sliding over his hole, pressing against it, never pushing in.
"Tony! Goddamn it!"
Tony's laughter wasn't mean, it was evil.
He swatted Tony's hip, pushing, curious to see where their new limits would be, what had changed. Growling, Tony flipped him easily onto his stomach and swatted his ass.
"Bastard!" Oh, fuck yes. He arched, bucking up.
"You know it." Tony swatted him again.
"Asshole." Oh, please. More. He loved the burn.
"Just keep swearing, baby. My hand's been itching for a good workout."
He moaned, goose bumps covering him. "Fuck. Shit. Cocksucker. Anything, just need it."
Tony laughed again, the sound full of fucking joy, and that hand came down, good and hard, over and over.
Fire built in Finn' ass, his thighs spreading, his balls heavy and swinging.
"Fucking sexy." Tony's words rang true.
"More. I need."
"I know what you need."
"Then give it to me, damn it." This was the best game ever.
"When I fucking say, baby. Someone's forgotten how to be patient." Tony began to lick his ass, tongue drawing patterns in his burning hot flesh.
"No one knows how to make me." His head dipped between his arms, his chest heaving.
"I do, baby. And you know it." Mouth opening, Tony bit his right cheek, teeth digging in.
"Fuck!" He jerked forward, hand grabbing his cock and jacking hard. The act was instinctive, immediate and perfectly necessary.
Suddenly he was on his back again, his wrists in Tony's hands. "I see I need to tie you up."
"Tony!" His hips rocked up, humping the air desperately.
"Yeah, baby?" Tony was looking around, and a wicked smile settled on his lips.
The fingers around his wrists were like iron bands, holding him tight, holding him down.
"One of my ties should do nicely." Tony pressed his hands into the pillows above his head. "Do not touch yourself, baby."
Finn nodded, hips still randomly fucking the air.
"I will punish you if you do." With that Tony slipped off the bed and went to his closet.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Finn's mind spun. He didn't want to be punished, but he wanted to know what Tony would do, how far Tony would go. He needed to know. He waited until Tony turned around to see, then started to drop one hand.
Tony's low growl sent a shiver down his spine that settled right in his balls. "You going to push me, baby? I'm going to push you right back." Tony grabbed a second tie and brought both back to the bed with him.
"I want to know the rules, the edges." He wanted to know what punishment was, where Tony wanted to take him.
"You can't tell me you didn't know you weren't allowed to touch yourself--I said it twice already." Tony climbed back on the bed, straddling his thighs. "I am going to bind your cock and you aren't going to be able to come until I've had my turn. Until I've fucked your ass into the mattress and come deep inside you. Then, when I'm done, I'll let you come. Maybe."
"I've missed you, so fucking bad." The words escaped him, slipped right out of his lips, but he meant them. He'd been a spoiled brat, but now he wasn't scared.
"Good." Tony leaned in and kissed him, hard.
He wrapped his arms around Tony and held on, tight.
"No one's ever come close to you." Tony held his gaze as the words spread a warmth through him. "No one."
Sitting up again, Tony wrapped one of the ties around the base of his cock, and his balls. Oh, fuck yes. He groaned, rubbing his burning ass on the sheets.
Tony laughed and shook his head. "Baby, you are the most impatient man I know." Tony tightened the tie, almost to the point of pain, then tied it off. Strong hands grabbed his hips and held them still against the sheets. "I decide what sensations you get, not you."
Finn was going to explode in pure joy. Pure. Fucking. Joy.
Grabbing his wrists, Tony wrapped the second tie around them before tugging them up and attaching the tie to the headboard. "Now you can't touch what you're not allowed to touch."
He tugged, testing, but the ties held. Yes.
Tony shifted, spreading Finn's legs and settling between them, one knee pushing hard against his burning ass. He bore down, getting more heat.
"Such a pushy boy." It didn't sound like a complaint at all.
Finn nodded. "I'm the boss."
Tony laughed, eyes dancing. "At the restaurant. We're not there now."
"You mean you're not going to say 'yes, chef'?"
"No, but you can say 'yes, sir.'"
"Yes, sir." The words came, so easily.
Humming, Tony reached up and twisted his nipples. "Want the rings back."
"Please." He'd loved them, loved the eroticism and the naughtiness.
"Tomorrow." There was a promise in that single word.
He nodded furiously, his cock leaking on his belly. "They'll be swollen and aching tomorrow." And he was going to come so hard.
"Mmmhmm. Perfect."
"Yes, sir." Now, let's fuck.
Tony grabbed the slick and wet his fingers. Then the man began to tease, fingers sliding against his hole but not breaching.
"Tony, you evil tease." His eyelids got heavy, Finn's focus on his ass.
"Guilty as accused." Tony winked and kept fucking teasing.
He wiggled and shifted, trying to convince Tony to commit.
Tony sat back, shaking his head. "Who's in charge here, baby?"
"I need you. I ache for you." He was having fun.
"And you didn't answer my question." Tony flicked his right nipple.
"I am." The sub was the one calling the shots, ultimately. "And I'm going to give my control to you."
"Look at you, all grown up now." Tony looked pleased as punch.
"It happens to the best of us."
That laugh was amazing. Then Tony pushed two fingers inside him, just like that. Finn's breath whooshed out of him, his hands opening and closing.
"I'm going to show you just how good it can be," Tony told him.
"I fucking love your promises."
"I always keep them." Tony's fingers danced inside him and it was like coming home.
He nodded, fingers curling around the ties that held him. A third finger pushed into him, Tony jabbing in hard.
"Fuck!" He couldn't decide whether to pull away or push closer.
"That's coming, baby." Tony nudged his balls, quite firmly.
His legs drew up, knees almost up to his armpits.
"You're still pushing."
"Uh-uh." He was being good.
Tony swatted his exposed ass, the fingers inside him jerking deeper. He gritted his
teeth against the burn, the ache. Fuck, that hurt.
Then Tony's fingers slid away, leaving him so empty.
"Sir. Sir, please." He wasn't too proud to beg.
Nodding, Tony worked on the condom. "Need your tight little ass."
"Good, because I need your cock plugging it."
"I know."
Tony settled between his legs again and finally pushed the head of his fat prick into Finn. The burn when it popped in made Finn grunt, pushed a growl from him. Tony didn't slam right into him, but the man never stopped moving, sinking in slowly until he could feel Tony's hot balls resting against his aching ass.
His abs were screaming and Finn had to lower his legs, and that just seemed to shift Tony inside him. Tony grabbed his feet and put them over the broad shoulders, which rolled his ass up a little and Tony sank even deeper. The grin Tony gave him was wild. Finn's eyes crossed and he tried to move, but those iron band hands held him down.
Tony began to pound into him, slamming their bodies together now like there was no tomorrow. His breath found Tony's rhythm and they joined together, bodies beating against each other.
It was so fucking hot--fast and furious and needful. Perfect. Christ, it was what he needed. Tony had staying power, too, the hard thrusts not stopping, not even slowing.
Words tumbled from Finn--filthy, desperate curses, wild pleas. Everything. Each one made Tony punch in harder.
Finn was going to die, expire from joy.
Tony slid a hand around his prick, moving it all the way down to where the tie was tightly wrapped.
"Good games." He loved this.
Grinning, Tony nodded and began to jack him, the tie feeling even tighter now. His toes curled and he focused on bearing down, squeezing Tony tight.
"Mmm. Yes." The jacking got faster, Tony squeezing his prick tight.
"Harder. Please. Please, Sir." God, he wanted to come.
"Fucking love that word in your mouth."
He loved being able to say it--please and sir.
Tony pushed harder, fucking him like a machine. Everything faded away, melted but the pressure in his balls, in his ass. Tony didn't look like he was ever going to stop, or take off the tie. All he could do was submit, let Tony drive him.
Higher and higher he went, just soaring.
"Tony. I can't..." It was huge.
"You can." Tony undid the tie around his cock, releasing him suddenly.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah." He arched, ass jerking faster.