David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lovesomepie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
David had maybe been prepared for Finley to blow his mind a little, after all, he was well aware just how experienced the other man was. He didn't need to know every sordid detail of everything Finley had ever done to know that much, it was in his attitude, the way he referred to all manners of sex like a point of professional pride, and yeah, when he did bother to brag about it. Not to mention, if you've ever seen Finley, there's no getting around the fact that the man was unfair levels of attractive. Not the kind of face that never saw any action. Besides, they'd already had sex, and that had been fucking insane. David had been a little prepared, or at least he thought he had. That was before Finley started deep throating him.
His whole body seemed to react at once to the sensation of his cock touching the back of Finley's throat, gasping harshly as David very nearly flailed dangerously off balance. The only reason he didn't was Finley's hands very suddenly and firmly on his ass, steadying him enough that David managed to find his center again, lurching forward a little as Finley drew him in closer with his hands. David's hands fell to Finley's shoulders, after a moment of bizarre sobriety where he thought that Finley probably wouldn't appreciate it if David messed his hair up by burying his hands in it.
Maybe not shockingly, David had never been deep throated before. You always felt kind of bad, didn't you? When a girl was trying to take you down and just kept choking on it? David wasn't an asshole, so he usually let them stay in the safer regions of his cock, or else just stopped them to keep going to the really good stuff. This? This was the good stuff David had never known he'd been missing. He could barely contain himself now, hissing barely intelligible swear words, his whole body seeming to tremble around Finley's mouth. A higher pitched moan escaped his throat, briefly tilting his head back towards the ceiling in response to the vibrations around his dick as Finley groaned into it, making David jerk a little from the effort to keep his hips still. His grip on Finley's shoulders tightened, breathing harder between moans, the intense suction of being halfway down his throat and Finley's tongue already working him up gradually to the edge.