Finley Melville ♛ Crowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} swelltricks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
Finley certainly didn't mind David kissing him as though he was all that he could possibly need to breathe in. Unfortunately not the truth of the matter, but Finley enjoyed being ranked above something so necessary as air in David's priorities. For all of his strengths, Finley was rather susceptible to flattery, and that sort of need was the best flattery of all, really. He kissed back, just as deeply, and carefully, tongue brushing against David's as he plundered the depths of his mouth. He'd like the chance to learn all of the nooks and crannies of David's body, of course, from mouth to ass to the bend behind his knee. It wasn't worth thinking too closely about, of course. Merely a desire for knowledge, obviously. Knowledge was power, after all.
The hand on David's ass massaged gently, absently, at the firm globe of flesh through his jeans. It was a nice handful, of course, and even nicer unclothed. Finley had appreciated the way it pushed against his hips, the first time they'd fucked, but he really hadn't gotten a chance to get his hands on David's ass like he'd have liked, once they started. No need to cup it, to control him by Finley's grip on it. A worthwhile sacrifice, considering how very hard the both of them had come, but the beauty of a repeat performance, as he'd found, was savoring those little details you hadn't had time for, the first go round.
They did need to breathe, Finley knew, and he pulled his mouth away regretfully. There hadn't been much space for kissing, during, either, nor did he anticipate a chance for it this time, either. He supposed that meant they needed to make another go of it, after this. Three times, it still didn't mean anything other than that they were exceptionally eager for one another's bodies. Nothing personal about that, was there? As complicated as David Ryan being himself, and Dean, made things, Finley didn't see any harm in already thinking about a third chance to do all the things to David that he'd fantasized about, even in the midst of the second.
He trailed his lips back to David's ear, muttered softly, "Tell me what you want, darling, and then I'll tell you what I'll give you." Their options, had Finley not been a demon, would have been rather limited. Since he could summon in whatever sort of materials they might need, it was less a call for the kind of activities that precluded a need for a condom. If David wanted Finley to fuck him again, there was nothing in the way of it... but that did ruin a bit of the fun, sometimes, a bit of the frustration that gave way to greater pleasure at having to find another way about things. Finley had a few in mind already, of course. When it came to sex, he was always prepared.