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Finley Melville ♛ Crowley (swelltricks) wrote in thereincarnates,

Re: David/Finley - ADULT CONTENT
The fact that David was attempting to pull Finley's pants back up escaped his notice, at first. When it did finally register, all Finley could manage to do was lift his hips to assist him, breathing still labored. The mess that David had spat on the floor didn't bother him, but he made a note to remember not to step there, when his legs were strong enough to support him again. That would likely be a while, of course. Chances were he'd forget, by then, that he would rather avoid getting come on his shoes. Not the sort of thing that you wanted to track around all night, even if it was your own. Especially if it was your own, he'd say, since at least being messy with someone else's was almost a badge of honor that you'd just gotten laid. Not that the state of David's lips, and Finley's own, weren't enough proof of that all by themselves.

David's lips were moving, but it was as though Finley's brain was on some sort of delay, and it wasn't until after he'd continued that his words finally fully registered. Really? Really, this was when David was going to have some sort of gay crisis, when he was kneeling between Finley's legs, the taste of Finley's come very likely still lingering in his mouth? If it hadn't been for the fact that David had very nearly sucked his brains out of his cock along with what had felt like a truly spectacular amount of come, Finley would have shot back, sarcastic, that straight men didn't typically take a cock up the arse, and then call back for seconds so he could put it in his mouth, too. That would have led to a spat, of course, the kind of fight that had always ended with Finley frustrated, yanking at his cock the second he was alone.

Since that delay between brain and body seemed to be working both ways, Finley managed to bite back that initial retort. After all, the plan was to persuade David that they needed to go back to either David's place or his own, at the end of the night, to enjoy a second round. One that would involve David's tight ass gripping his cock again. If he responded that way, the likelihood of convincing David that he wanted Finley to fuck him again before the night was over was much more slim (though he still didn't count it outside the realm of possibility). Finley took a deep breath, reached down to stroke his palm over David's hair as the younger man swayed awkwardly between his thighs. Really, couldn't he just admit defeat and brace himself on Finley's knees? It was making Finley nervous.

"Neither am I." Admittedly, Finley did find himself in the company of men far more often than he hooked up with women. It wasn't that he objected to women, on principle. Breasts were rather nice, and he did enjoy a nice wet cunt, as long as it was well groomed. Finley had standards. He simply felt that spark of attraction toward more men than he did women... or anyone who identified as some sort of between gender, or third gender. It was personality, he thought, rather than the physical; he was far more likely to find himself interested in a transman than a transwoman, regardless of any surgical interventions that had or had not been completed. "Personally, I consider myself pansexual. There are far more options than simply gay or straight, David."