Who: Finley Melville and David Ryan What: They “break up”, then they make up. (2/2) Where: Jamba Juice in central Los Angeles When: Saturday afternoon, February 20th 2016 Warnings: Porn heavy. You were warned.
David did genuinely resent it a little, how hard it was for him to stay mad at Finley. Even after Finley's remark that had obviously reminded David of what Finley had announced out there for everyone to hear in the middle of their fake fight, he'd only been angry again for as long as it took him to start getting turned on by what Finley was currently doing to him. That wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Finley had this kind of power over him, and they both knew that he did. David was only human, and more than that, he was a still relatively young man. It didn’t take much to get his blood pumping straight into his dick and for everything else to become background noise, the harder he got. David could resent Finley all he wanted, but the physical signs never lied.
He didn’t give Finley the satisfaction of verbally acknowledging that it was true, or at least, that he liked Finley’s. They both knew he did. Who knew if David would feel the same way about another man’s attributes, but liking Finley’s was at least enough to support the claim. Begrudgingly, the corners of his mouth even twitched a little before he bit back the smile at what was clearly now just a private joke between them. They were alone in here, with no one else to hear them, though the bathroom walls weren't sound proof. Still, it was just them in here now, and the door was locked. David didn’t have to acknowledge it out loud, but he didn’t have to keep acting like there wasn’t some truth to it. Besides, Finley brought up a good point about the makeup sex. David was suddenly very interested in that.
It was also impossible to ignore how good it felt to have Finley's hands on his bare skin, grunting a little more appreciatively as his hands caressed David's sides, swallowing hard when Finley brought their chests firmly together. This close together, it was impossible for David to pretend like he wasn't completely into what was happening despite his annoyance, which was already rapidly dissipating. David’s fingers in Finley’s hair tightened considerably the more his mouth moved over David’s skin, the heat of his tongue mixing with the contrast of David’s cold flesh where smoothie had previously covered it, causing David to shudder a little more noticeably. He resented Finley quite a bit for being able to manipulate him this way, but to David, at least in the moment, the payoff was still worth letting go of his anger enough to give into him. Totally worth it.
While it wasn’t the smartest decision to start hooking up in the bathroom of the place where they’d just staged a rather elaborate, but very fake ‘breakup’, David wasn’t exactly known to do the smart thing. Especially where his dick was involved, which currently was already starting to stand at attention noticeably the more Finley touched him. His eyes fluttering open and closed and open again at that kiss to his jawline, David held himself to Finley and groaned out a laugh despite himself, eyes already cloudy with lust as he snaked his arm around Finley’s waist and clutched at the small of his back, digging his fingertips into the material of his shirt there. He had a Game of Thrones joke on the tip of his tongue but instead of making it, David inhaled a harsh breath and turned his head into Finley, clamping his mouth firmly onto the tender skin under his jaw where he knew Finley couldn’t help himself and held it captive with lips and tongue. Just because he knew David’s weaknesses didn’t mean David didn’t know some of his.
Finley didn’t need a verbal acknowledgement of what David liked. His body let Finley know, far more clearly than words ever really would, exactly how much David enjoyed Finley’s dick. Really, Finley would be insulted if he didn’t; he had a very nice one, and he’d used it enough times that David really ought to be fond of it. In fact, Finley wouldn’t be opposed to a few odes to it, though he would wait until another night to press his luck on that front. David had already written him one song, after all, but it had been about the temptation. Finley thought that the consummation deserved a tribute all to itself. He’d be more than happy to serve as a muse for David. He’d fuck him as many times as he needed to for David to find precisely the right words for how very much he enjoyed Finley’s dick.
The line of thought was, perhaps, a little lust fogged, but Finley wasn’t alone. He could feel David’s cock hardening between them as he lapped at his face, the cat who’d gotten the cream… bright, berry flavored cream, in Finley’s case. It was chilling his tongue, but it was worth it, and it wasn’t as though Finley particularly cared about the temperature of his own tongue. It would simply make a more interesting contrast, when he stuck it into David’s mouth… or other places. There were many, many places on David’s body where his tongue could help persuade David that he really ought to forgive Finley, for the sake of even more sex. It was the best persuasive technique he had, and one that he didn’t think David would be turning down any time soon, if the hard ridge of flesh in his jeans had anything to say about the choice… and Finley was well aware of how easily the younger man was led by that.
Perhaps he should have expected David to turn the tables on him, but it honestly took Finley by surprise when David’s lips latched onto his neck, working at the skin there. Perhaps it was because it was still a surprise, how that spot affected him; he felt vaguely cheated, in spite of his previous superior stance that of course there was nothing that could drive him absolutely crazy. He didn’t feel in control, when David worried at his neck with his lips and teeth, and it seemed entirely unfair that he’d gone thirty-five years without knowing that it could feel so good. His breath caught on a moan, eyelids drooping lazily closed as he tilted his head to the side to give David even more room to torture him. His own dick jumped immediately to attention, as though that place on his neck was connected directly to it, and his fingers curled against David’s skin to pull him closer.
They still had to be quiet, so very quiet, if they were going to get away with fucking in the bathroom and then convincing everyone that they were most definitely not together. It made it more exciting, and Finley gritted his teeth to keep from making any more noise. Two could play at that game, though; he lined their hips up, rocked his hard dick against David’s. David really did like his dick. Liked knowing what sort of effect he could have on Finley, the little shit. Finley couldn’t really fault him, though, not when it sent a thrill through him to feel David hard against him, too. Their bodies were simply very fond of each other. It was what made their sex so very phenomenal, pure physical chemistry with no other complications that Finley chose to worry about at the moment.
In any other context, somebody licking his face was probably not something that would have turned David on, whether he was covered in pink smoothie or not. In fact, there were a lot of things that Finley did that probably wouldn’t work on David with anyone else, but for whatever reason, Finley seemed to have the magic touch. The key that unlocked David’s hidden desires, even the ones that he was completely unaware of. Anybody else lapping at his face like some kind of cat probably wouldn’t have provoked much more than an eyebrow raise from David, but the way Finley’s tongue, cold from the smoothie he was licking up from David’s face, dragged along David’s skin was enough to already have him pretty worked up. The rest of his skin was warm except for where smoothie had landed, and every time Finley’s much colder tongue traced along the more heated areas of his face, David could practically feel his own dick jumping inside his pants. Temperature play was clearly something David had taken for granted until now.
Despite the way Finley was doing his best to turn David to jelly with attention near his ear, David was at least able to get the jump on him with that attention to Finley’s neck. He knew it wouldn’t last, either he would relinquish his hold on that spot or Finley would forcibly take back the control of this encounter. At least for the moment he could feel privately smug about the way he’d just made Finley moan and tilt his head for him like that. Sometimes, especially with Finley, it was the smaller victories. David wasn’t delusional enough to think that he’d ever truly have the upper hand with him, but at least he had this one thing. Right now it was totally worth it to just have that one win, when Finley was so very suddenly puddy in his hands like that. David knew how much Finley liked to be in control, so he tried to take as much advantage of it as he could.
He kissed and sucked at the tender skin under Finley’s jaw, not enough that it would leave any serious marks, David knew that Finley wouldn’t be a fan of that, but hard enough that it would at least keep Finley suspended there for a few moments longer. David grunted in approval as Finley pulled him closer, falling against him a little as he took advantage of the extra room Finley gave David to work with, mouthing at Finley’s neck with his teeth as he clutched harder to him and made good on the invitation to mess Finley’s hair up, raking his fingers thoroughly through it. It wasn’t exactly getting Finley back for the public humiliation, since Finley had given him permission to do it. It would have been justice if David had just done it anyway, but in the moment, with the steadily growing heat of their encounter, it was more difficult for him to care.
The moan that escaped David’s throat when Finley rocked their hips together was, thankfully, muffled against Finley’s neck, or else it could have been heard had someone been right outside the door. That was something to worry about, if anyone tried to come in, but luckily the door was locked. They’d just have to be quiet in case anyone was truly stubborn enough to linger outside the door and wait for someone to come out. Leaning back against the sink to support himself, David pressed his growing erection into Finley’s more assertively and tore his mouth away from his neck, fingers curling a little more urgently into the back of Finley’s hair as David hovered close, eyes barely open and lips mere inches from the other man’s mouth as he spoke softly, voice low and audibly straining with his sudden need. “So make it up to me.”
Really, Finley barely noticed David’s hands in his hair, the way that they ruined his carefully crafted style. He was completely sidetracked with the mouth, the scrape of teeth, on his throat, hips thrusting sharply against David’s as he hissed out a reaction that would have been a small cry, had he not remembered to clench his teeth to trap it. David was merciless with his attention, a trait that Finley had normally reserved only for himself. Funny, that he was so affected by a man as inexperienced with sex with other men as David. He talked a good talk when it came to bragging to his buddies (well, buddy; Jace was really the only one he’d have a frank discussion about his sex life with, without it being an attempt at disgusting them enough to divert their attention from the real topic), but sex with David had become his very favorite pastime.
The even firmer, more intentional press of David’s dick against his own had him arching again into the younger man. Make it up to him… Finley wasn’t exactly short on ideas for exactly how he could do that, each of them guaranteed to have David’s toes curling before he was done with him. To make up for this, though, it seemed as though he really ought to do something special. Something brand new, something that David might not even have dreamed of… and something that Finley rather enjoyed, when he had the opportunity to do it, and a partner that wasn’t entirely disgusted by the prospect. David wouldn’t think to be disgusted by it, at the moment, would he? Even if he might have looked at Finley as though he was horrified if he’d ever suggested it out loud to him beforehand. There was a simple solution to that, though. Finley wouldn’t talk about it, he’d just do it.
David loved to have his ass fucked, and he loved to have it fingered. A reason that he should thank Finley for being so kind as to introduce him to the joys of having sex with a man, obviously… not that a woman couldn’t, with the proper tools, but there was something kinkier about it, that way, something that he thought David would have been even less likely to agree to than Finley pressing into him and filling him up with something far more intimate than a dildo. With all that in mind, Finley couldn’t see where this would really go wrong, if he kept David distracted enough that he didn’t really think about exactly where it was that Finley was putting his mouth, this time. Finley was good with his mouth; he didn’t foresee having an issue with that.
Reluctantly, he untangled himself from David’s grip, wincing a bit when it pulled at David’s fingers in his hair. “Turn around, darling,” he whispered, hoarse and desperate. “Turn around for me.” He could have pulled David’s pants down while he was looking at him, of course, but he did love David’s ass. Looking at it, grabbing it, playing with it, fucking it… he really could have kicked himself for not taking this logical next step before. He reached for the button on David’s jeans, flicking it open with ease.
It was true that David was a lot more confident in his ability to return attention given by Finley in somewhat equal measure, if not entirely, given their usual roles. Sex with a man was so inherently different from sex with a woman that at times David still felt a little in over his head. Every time he thought he was getting used to it, Finley would throw another monkey wrench into the works, something else that David didn't know about that men did together, to completely throw him off balance. Things he always ended up liking, obviously, but it still often left David with an overwhelming feeling that he was suddenly and entirely inexperienced, like he was fourteen and had only gotten to second base with someone all over again. It never deterred him, but it did mean he was often not as immediately assertive as Finley without adjusting to the circumstances surrounding the nature of their encounter first.
That wasn't the case, this time. David had been immediately more forceful in a way that Finley always was. He couldn't tell if it was because he was still pissed and somewhat taking it out on him or just that turned on, or both. Both seemed entirely plausible. He could still feel his present resentment for Finley a little underneath all those layers of lust that were always just beneath David’s surface, but like everything else, it inevitably got pushed aside in the interest of getting off. Even David couldn’t say that his priorities weren’t a little screwed up, but did he care? Not in the least. Not when Finley was currently gripping him like that, making those noises while David had his way with that spot under Finley’s jaw. David was already pretty fond of that spot, he liked having something he could use against the other man. Even if it was only the one thing, it was pretty effective.
It took some work, but he was able to de-tangle himself enough from Finely that he didn’t take all of the man’s hair with him, though not for lack of trying with how deeply his fingers had been embedded there in his efforts to make good on messing it up. He released his hold on Finley’s hair with some reluctance, though that passed almost immediately, with how much the air had suddenly changed in the room and his entire body was now buzzing all at once at the promise of what was to come. It was all too easy to manipulate David and essentially lead him around by his dick, and they both knew it.
David was almost grateful to move his back away from the edge of the sink, the porcelain cold against his skin in a way that wasn’t as pleasant as Finley’s cold tongue on it. His breath caught in his throat as Finley flicked open the button of his jeans, white hot need surging through him that made him feel like his skin was on fire, groaning under his breath at Finley's request. Angling his body forward with the little space that Finley had given him, David briefly crushed his mouth to Finley's in what was more of a bite than an actual kiss, before pushing himself a little against Finley and using the other man as leverage to turn himself around in the cramped space, hands gripping the sides of the bathroom sink to try and steady himself.
The bitingly hard kiss sent another thrill through Finley, and he almost forgot his plans in favor of bending David over and sliding fingers into him until he was ready for Finley’s cock, hard and fast. A bit of pain, Finley had always found, just made the pleasure better, and being with David wasn’t an exception to that. If anything, David’s eager, too hard kiss was even more exciting than any of Finley’s flirtations with sadomasochism. He kissed back, just as brutal, pulling away only when David turned himself. He closed his teeth, briefly, against the back of David’s neck, not hard enough or deep enough to leave more than an indentation that faded almost immediately, but enough that David could feel it.
Seeing David’s back turned to him, though, reminded him immediately of what it truly was that he wanted, and why he was going to do it. After all, while the same old thing they’d done before would be a good enough apology to David, Finley did like to keep him on his toes. He pressed kisses to David’s bared back as he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waist of the younger man’s boxers, pushed both them and jeans down at the same time. He wiggled the fabric down his thighs, sucked at one of the knobs of David’s spine under his skin as he bared all of David for himself to appreciate. The younger man’s body really was a work of art, exactly the right balance of muscle and softness. He’d tried to explain it to Jace before, why it was infinitely preferable to the muscled hunk of man meat he was currently inducting into the joys of gay sex, but it was something that one had to see with his own eyes… and Finley wasn’t inviting his friend to watch.
He mouthed his way down David’s spine, hands on the other man’s hips to steady himself as he lowered himself to the floor, going down first on one knee, and then on both of them. The floor of the bathroom was likely filthy, grime from the feet of more people than he wanted to think about being ground into the knees of his suit pants. They were dry clean only, but it was worth the money, and worth the risk of ruining them entirely, to give one last kiss at the small of his back before dropping down to press his stubbled cheek against the curve of David’s ass, dragging it slowly to scrape the hairs there against the more tender flesh. He followed the scrape with a bite, hands dropping from David’s hips to the pale cheeks of his ass, gripping so that he could spread them, nudging at David’s calves with his knees to encourage him to widen his stance. Oh, Finley could work with what he already had, but further would be better.
Though he’d been plenty intimate with David’s ass before, Finley had never been quite so up close and personal with it. He’d explored the small hole that rested, hidden, between his cheeks with his fingers, and with his dick, but it wasn’t as though he’d needed to get all that good a look at it to stretch him out. There ought to have been nothing all that attractive about it, but Finley licked his lips anyhow, in anticipation. Then, slowly, he teased at it with the tip of his tongue.
That brutal, biting kiss was enough to wake up every cell in David's body, making him instantly and all at once sensitive to Finley's touch, so he couldn't stop the groan that ripped from his throat when Finley's mouth and teeth closed around the back of his neck. Immediately shutting his mouth before another, possibly louder sound came out, David grunted behind closed lips, eyes fluttering briefly closed as he tipped his head back into the contact. They’d never been exactly that rough with each other before, and it was as thrilling as it was satisfying, considering David was still kind of pissed at him. Not so pissed that he wasn’t still completely willing in this situation, and it certainly wasn’t as rough as they were both probably capable of, but still. That little bit was enough to really get David’s blood flowing, a hard shudder coursing down his spine as their bodies moved into each other’s, almost like gravity. Finley was like gravity and David was the object that couldn’t resist the fall. It was a weakness, he knew it, and Dean was no help when it came to potentially dangerous sexual attractions and avoiding them. He had no room to talk at any rate, and in David’s opinion that whole thing with Amara was way weirder and a lot more gross.
Finley was not Amara. It wasn’t some… weird, unstoppable cosmic level attraction that made no sense and he was incapable of overcoming. David could fight his attraction to Finley if he wanted to, maybe. He just didn’t want to. It wasn’t even about Finley being a demon. … Okay, so it might be giving David a perverse level of satisfaction that he was openly defying his reincarnate on a pretty hard and fast rule, no sleeping with demons. After the complete shit storm that had become David’s life since he became the reincarnate of Dean Winchester, David was feeling pretty resentful about a lot right now, and maybe in the grand scheme of things sleeping with the reincarnate of Crowley wasn’t the best or most advised course of revenge, but it sure was fun. Finley being the reincarnate of Crowley wasn’t exactly a turn on for David, or a compelling reason for why he’d hooked up with him in the first place, or David would have stopped feeling that attraction once he found out the truth about Finley, but he also knew that he wouldn’t have done this with any other demon. So, you know, it did help, a little bit.
While Finley was busy kissing down the length of his back and pushing David’s pants and boxers down, David tried to keep from squirming too much, every inch of his body that Finley touched with his hands or mouth trying to actively touch back with whatever part of his body Finley was currently paying attention to. He was so distracted by the slow descent of Finley’s lips along his spine that he didn’t notice when the older man got on his knees behind him right away, already too blissed out from the constant physical contact as his breathing grew harsher, more desperate the more Finley kissed his skin. Every part of David was screaming for more in a way that was entirely overwhelming, and by the time he’d felt the cold air on him after being almost fully disrobed, he was already too hard for the slight chill in the room to make much of a difference. He barely noticed, with the way Finley was still currently ravaging him.
David was distracted enough that the scrape of Finley’s facial hair on his ass cheek, and the bite, took him completely by surprise, nearly yelping before he forcibly closed his mouth again. Catching himself in the bathroom mirror, David barely recognized his face, flushed with heat and jaw slack from desire, unable to see what Finley was doing in the reflection and angling his head over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of him before nearly losing his balance at Finley’s nudging in between his legs. David grunted, taking the hint and attempting to widen his stance as much as he could while his ankles were still trapped by the pants around them. Shivering a little as Finley spread his cheeks, David felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that he didn't immediately dislike. “What are you-” He wasn't exactly sure what Finley was getting ready to do down there, but then he felt the tip of Finley's tongue brushing against his hole and David's entire body reacted, lower back curling and gripping harder to the edge of the sink with a low gasp. “- Holy shit.”
In concept, rimming someone’s ass was entirely disgusting, of course, but that hadn’t phased Finley past the first time he’d tried it. There was something addictive about doing it, though he’d never quite allowed anyone to reciprocate. Too much of a control freak, he supposed, but his lovers had never had any complaints about his willingness to do it without expecting it in return. When it came to David, it was even more rewarding than most. The gasped curse would have made him smile, had his mouth not been so pleasantly occupied elsewhere… an even more reliable way to shut Finley up than shoving a cock in his mouth, it seemed, was shoving his tongue into someone’s ass. He did chuckle, the sound vibrating against David’s ass as he got his hole wet with his tongue, dragging his tongue around the tight pucker without trying to breach it until he could soothe him into relaxing.
The sounds of it were undeniably hot, David’s verbal reactions as well as the wet sound of tongue against skin as he lapped at David’s hole, nothing neat and tidy about the experience at all. Finley needed him wet enough that the slide of his tongue into David’s body would be, essentially, nothing challenging at all. With his face buried against David’s ass cheeks, there was less need for the use of his hands. He gripped at David’s hips again, holding him steady while he tongued him. Perhaps he could have made it out to be some grand favor that he was offering David, something that didn’t appeal to him at all, but Finley was only so good an actor. Having to focus on masking how very much he enjoyed this would distract him from doing the very best job he could to drive David absolutely mad.
It only took a few moments before Finley decided that David was ready, although it felt like an eternity to him. It likely did to David, too, a frozen moment of a hot, wet tongue where only fingers and cock had ever breached. It was, Finley had been told, a sensation like no other. It was, he’d also been told, something that he was very, very good at. Came from being pan, he’d thought, and experience with eating a woman out. Not that he’d say that; most gay men were irrationally afraid of bisexual, or in Finley’s case pansexual, men. David, he was fairly certain, wouldn’t see what they were so paranoid about; another unexpected blessing.
He wiggled the tip of his tongue, carefully, past the ring of muscle that guarded David’s hole. It took far less coaxing than it had when they’d first started, David’s body having learned how to relax into the stimulation that it so enjoyed. Some men never learned to relax for it (Finley was one of them). David made a lovely bottom, and such an excellent one, as well. Finley hadn’t quite braved praising him for it, yet. He was saving that for a day when he wanted to make David turn a really spectacular shade of red… a shade his face might be approaching. He almost wished that he really could see his face… but alas, the two things were incompatible, and he doubted he could convince David that they really ought to film themselves. No matter how hot it would be.
That chuckle, and the vibrations it came with, nearly undid David right then and there. It was a shock wave that traveled from the tip of Finley's tongue to David's dick, already rock hard, to the rest of his body, making him shudder involuntarily from the unexpected impact. Unexpected because Finley hadn't seen fit to give him proper warning, but also because on the list of things he'd never expected to be done to his ass that he and Finley had already begun crossing off, this was still pretty at the top of the list of things David had never actually expected to experience. With anyone, much less Finley.
Someone's tongue dragging along his hole was a sensation unlike any he'd ever experienced, way different from having someone's fingers around, or in it. Since he and Finley had started hooking up, David had discovered a whole host of things about himself and what he liked in bed (a weird term to use when they spent so little time in one, but despite his complaints about it out there, David didn't actually mind that about their hook ups), and he'd never thought in a million years that he'd like anything like that, let alone what Finley had already introduced him to. He'd actually grown to really like a few fingers up his ass, after training himself to get used to relaxing for it. Same with having a cock up there, which obviously he also enjoyed enough to keep doing it with Finley repeatedly. Both of which had come as a surprise to David at first, in terms of things he liked in sex, but somehow he'd never actually anticipated this.
His body was almost stiff with the attempt to restrain himself as Finley's tongue worked itself around and over his sensitive rim for what felt like an eternity, not because he disliked it but because of the effort it took to keep himself silent and still under Finley's grip on his hips. David bit his lip as he shook a little with need the more the sensation of tongue over rim stimulated him in a way Finley's fingers did not, the movement of the other man's tongue on his hole driving him nearly out of his mind. Breath already unsteady, David thought that there was nothing after that, that Finley's tongue stroking repeatedly over the sensitive area was all there was to it, until he felt Finley's tongue actually breach him and David's breath caught sharply in his throat.
David couldn't contain himself the second he felt Finley's tongue working it's way into his hole and he reacted. Where his eyes had been lazily half closed a moment ago, they shot wide open, gasping audibly before he shut his mouth against the involuntary groan. His ass nearly clenched instinctively before he managed to keep himself relaxed below the waist, but having Finley's tongue in his ass had David's back arching deeply, body rigid as he held so tight to the edge of the sink his knuckles turned white. “Fuck, Finley -” David's voice was low and hoarse, almost pleading though he didn't know what he was pleading for, feeling desperate with Finley's tongue inside him. “... Jesus.”
Finley could get touchy about the name calling, of course. Jesus? Really, David. Getting touchy about it, however, would require removing his tongue from David’s ass, and that seemed quite suddenly like the worst of all possible ideas. No, Finley could handle a little inappropriate name calling, so long as David kept arching like that, begging for more of what Finley was giving him. Perhaps Finley was the one on his knees, the one with his tongue stuck somewhere that polite society considered unmentionable, but Finley was by no means subservient. Finley was in complete and utter control, just as he liked it.
That meant, of course, that he could have held David’s hips still and forced him to take whatever Finley felt like giving him. Not a horrible idea, altogether, and one that he would have to revisit when he wasn’t doing his best to apologize in the best way that he could. Finley hadn’t actually said he was sorry for anything since he was young enough for his mother to force it, begrudging. When Finley did feel the need to make apologies, they were never verbal… but they were rarely this thorough, either. It wasn’t that he was really sorry for what he’d done. He was simply sorry that it might have deprived him of sex, if David hadn’t been so willing to give him the chance to persuade him that he really ought to forgive him. Not that he’d doubted.
The lovely thing about a tongue, of course, was that it was far more flexible than a finger ever could be. Oh, fingers were far better for getting that good stretch, to really get an ass ready for a far larger invasion, but a tongue… Finley played with him, wiggling it inside David’s ass, swirling it about the ring of muscle to stimulate every bit of it. When he was done with that game, he curled it inside David. It didn’t reach deep enough to hit anything truly interesting, of course, but it didn’t need to. The sensation itself would be novel enough to be entirely exciting, in his experience. His partners could have been faking it, of course, but there had been those just as selfish in their own need as Finley himself. He very much doubted they’d have faked it to make him feel better.
Trusting his current position to muffle them, Finley didn’t choke down small moans at the clench of David’s ass around his tongue. They’d feel excellent, of course, to David, but really Finley simply enjoyed this particular act. Oh, he might play it off as a favor to a partner, but there was something intoxicatingly dirty about it. It certainly wasn’t the sort of thing that happened in nice, tidy fucking, was it? Even the frenzied trysts that he and David had enjoyed so far hadn’t reached quite that level of debauchery, of the sort of thing that you really didn’t talk to your friends about. (Not Finley. Finley would be making a point of telling Jace all about this. Most people, though.) That it was in a semi-public restroom was, as well as being rather typical for them, only the icing on the filthy, depraved cake.
A tongue was way more flexible than a finger. It was also much warmer, and wet, and… fuck, nothing David had ever expected if he’d bothered to dwell on what it might feel like to have someone’s tongue in his ass, but he was pretty sure that he never in a million years could have imagined this. Finley’s tongue wasn’t as cold from licking the smoothie off David’s face anymore, but at first there was still a peculiar sort of chill to almost every stroke accompanied almost immediately by another wave of heat from Finley’s mouth, that only enhanced the already mind altering stimulations that he was currently experiencing. If David still had any smoothie on him, at this point he didn’t even notice anymore. He didn’t care, there was literally nothing he cared about at the moment except for what Finley was currently doing to him.
The kind of invasion that a tongue made into his body was foreign enough compared to what a few fingers or a cock supplied that David’s reactions were completely different from the way he’d responded to other types of intrusions in the past. He just didn’t know what to make of it at first, the sensation of something wet and warm wiggling around inside his hole almost too much, and at the same time not enough, but just right. The way Finley’s tongue swirled in him reached new places with a completely different kind of stimulation that made David shake, though obviously a tongue could not reach as far inside his ass as a dick could. Apparently, being able to hit anything interesting was not immediate criteria for incredible ass play, because David could still barely contain himself, despite the mere shallow regions that Finley’s tongue was finding.
By the time Finley actually curled his tongue inside him, David was already beside himself, barely able to keep his panting and the myriad of other sounds coming out of his mouth at an inaudible level. They could still be overheard by anyone close enough to the door, and then getting a smoothie in the face would literally have been pointless, though at this point in his currently addled state of mind David had actually forgotten all about why he had been angry at the man on his knees behind him in the first place, or even fully realized the irony of cursing ‘Jesus’ while getting tongue fucked by a demon. It was hard to remember his own name, when Finley was curling his tongue into him in a way that had David’s lower back in an impossible arch, entire body straining against the near mind blowing intrusion of this man’s tongue in his ass. While it wasn’t the most physically intense form of penetration he’d experienced, there was something about just being held down by Finley’s tongue that made the whole thing incredibly intoxicating. To think that David might have gone his entire life without knowing what an easily stimulated spot this was for him, well, at the moment the younger man couldn’t even imagine it.
David very nearly yelped when Finley moaned into him, the vibrations going straight into David and making him shudder violently, helplessly, biting hard on his own lip to somewhat suppress his own small moans. He was so caught up in the movement of Finley’s tongue that at first he didn’t hear the sound of the bathroom door handle being wrenched back and forth. Someone was trying to get in, though of course they couldn’t with the door mercifully locked, but they still banged on it a couple times after trying and failing to get the door open. Couldn’t they take a hint? David tried to keep quiet, until they could assume whoever it was had given up and left, but he couldn’t deny that small rush of adrenaline that coursed through him at being so close to getting caught. His hips jerked and he had to stop himself from mindlessly moving back into Finley’s tongue, craving a deeper penetration than he could get with it, but the tongue inside him and the excitement of that brief brush with danger was driving David a little out of his mind.
Finley heard the sound of the door knob being turned, someone on the outside determined to get in. After all, he wasn’t quite as caught up in the fever of the moment as David. No matter how much he enjoyed the sounds that David was trying to choke back, no matter how much what he was doing hit every last one of his buttons, Finley’s erogenous zones were remaining entirely untouched, and that give him something approaching clarity of mind… approaching, but not quite there, because he didn’t stop. Didn’t even consider it as an option, because he was going to get David off here in this bathroom, regardless of what he had to do to make that happen, and who might catch them at it and ruin their entire plan. His entire plan, he supposed, since he hadn’t exactly let David in on the fact that it was happening that day, but really, that was just semantics.
It would be cruel to stop now, anyway, with David’s hips jerking like he wanted to push back, like he wanted Finley to fuck him deeper, harder, with his tongue. Finley could only do so much, of course, but he tightened the small muscle, tongue stiffer as he drove it into David’s ass with aggressive bobs of his head, a few times. Only a few, though, for something a little different. For something that would answer that silent plea for more. It wasn’t, of course, that he didn’t want to fuck David. Not so deep down, that was always what was on his mind. He conducted business, and he thought about fucking David. He had a meal with an associate, and he thought about fucking David. He bantered with David over text, or on the boards, and he thought even harder about fucking David, and usually ended up finding an excuse to do so. It was simply what the two of them did, now that they’d hopped that little bridge.
Finley could be cruel, but he reminded himself again that this was an apology. He was meant to be making up for what he’d done, for the smoothie David was likely currently sweating off as his skin heated with sex, for the unexpected fight that had been strangely less enjoyable than Finley had anticipated. No, he wouldn’t be stopping them, wouldn’t be slowing down. David would enjoy every second of his first rim job, and Finley would see to it no matter what tricks he had to pull to keep the door closed. The best trick, of course, would be making certain that David finished soon, and finished hard enough to completely turn his brains off, a challenge that Finley thought he was more than prepared to meet. Orgasms were something that Finley was very good at, among other important things like slipping his way out of any tricky situation he might come across.
It was possible, of course, that David could come just from a tongue up his ass. Finley had found David’s ass to be delightfully sensitive, and his responses to it being breached with anything very gratifying. He wasn’t, however, the sort of bottom that could get off just from that, or at least he hadn’t been in the past. Finley might like to try it, someday, but this was not that day. He let go of David’s hip, slid a hand around to grip, at the base of his cock, before reconsidering. It was, after all, a bit dry… but he did think that David could help him with that. He slid his hand up to play with the head of David’s cock, thumb teasing at the slit. Every little bit helped, of course, and Finley had complete faith in his ability to coax precome from David’s cock. It would be enough, he thought, to ease the way enough for what he was confident would be the very few strokes he needed.
Those few harder, deeper probes with Finley’s tongue into his body were already enough to send David over the edge a little, going from zero to sixty in terms of still holding onto any shred of sanity and completely succumbing to the fact that Finley was basically fucking him with his tongue. Not the sort of act that David would have ever thought he’d enjoy quite so much, after all it wasn’t exactly the same thing as getting a blow job. It was much closer to eating someone out, really. A phrase and an act that David usually associated with something a little more feminine than his ass hole, but that didn’t make it somehow weirder for him. After all the time he’d spent with other various parts of Finley in him, it would be stupid to get twitchy over the man eating his ass out. What was one tongue, after multiple fingers and a cock?
David, of course, had the vantage point of coming from a different generation, and a different set of standards, most of which were incredibly laid back and easier to please. He also wasn’t the slightest bit homophobic, and unlike Dean had never gotten squirrely about the idea of getting intimate with a man, even before he’d ever actually done anything with one. It had taken some adjusting to, physically, but David had never once found what he and Finley were doing to be unnatural. Why would it be? Why should putting your tongue on a woman’s clit be any more normal than putting it inside a person’s ass? Admittedly, David had always privately been a little too intently curious about what men did together to even pretend to be grossed out by it. These were the sort of sophisticated, morally conscious thoughts that may or may not have gone through David’s mind if he wasn’t already a little busy having his mind properly blown. Probably not, though. Not that David was unintelligent, or little more than a caveman and completely incapable of existential thought, he just didn’t spend much time thinking too hard about anything. Obviously. Since he was currently in the bathroom of a Jamba Juice, with Finley’s tongue in his ass. David was more the type of guy who just went with what felt good at the time.
Sweat was gradually building on his body just from the strain of keeping himself as still as possible, mixing in with the smoothie that had never been fully cleaned off of him. It should have been gross. It probably would have been, if they had stopped long enough for David to notice it, but in his current state, he would be lucky if he noticed an earthquake, should one happen. He was so focused on what Finley was doing to him with his tongue that he even forgot about the person on the other side of the door, soon after it happened. Oh well, they had obviously given up and left. For all they knew there was only one person in here just taking their sweet time, so long as David kept biting down hard on his bottom lip to stifle the sounds still rising over and over again in his throat, there shouldn’t be any indication of what was actually going on in here.
It was still difficult to contain himself when Finley began thrusting his tongue harder into him, but that was nothing compared to his reaction when Finley closed his hand around David’s cock. Previously untouched, it was rock hard and twice as sensitive, already starting to leak a little from the tip before Finley’s hand found it. As Finley started playing with his head, David’s hips shook and he could barely hold back the higher pitched sound rising in the back of his throat. Whereas a few seconds before he hadn’t really noticed the beginning of that familiar build up, suddenly it was slamming into him like a train. David could feel how badly he wanted to come, it was nearly overpowering and had David gripping harder to the sink, just to keep himself standing. Leaning instinctively into Finley’s hand around his dick, David groaned softly as he felt precome start to leak more steadily from his slit, the desire to come rising increasingly faster.
That had been what Finley was looking for, that dribble of clear, sticky fluid from David’s cock. Lubricant would be better, or even spit, but Finley’s mouth was completely occupied with its current task, and he didn’t want to stop long enough to take the time to get his palm nice and wet. This would do. The extra friction might, he thought, even feel good against a length that was so hard that it had to hurt. Finley would ease that pain, soon enough. With the way David throbbed against his palm, the noises he made, the grip of his hole around Finley’s tongue, he was right there on the edge, and any attention to his cock was likely going to be enough to send him tilting all the way over. The first burst of come would be more than good enough to ease his stroke against the rest of them.
Finley slid his hand up even more, coated as much of his palm as he could with the evidence of how very close David was. Down again, after that, stroking firmly. He could have teased, part of him wanted to tease. He imagined he could drag David close to the edge and then stop him right there for, oh, hours, before he finally let him tilt over the edge. David would be beautiful, that desperate for it, even more beautiful than he already was. Just the thought of it was enough to have Finley’s dick twitching, standing out clearly against the front of his pants, if David had been in any position to see how affected Finley really was by what he was doing to him.
It was equally tempted to spare another hand to rub himself, or to rut up against the back of David’s leg like a dog. Finley didn’t do that, either. He had far more self-restraint than that, he just wanted to, wanted it enough that it felt a little as though he might scream if he didn’t get something pressing against his cock soon, but fortunately that, as well, would be muffled by David’s ass. It might even feel good, as good as the moans, the sounds he already couldn’t quite keep from escaping. He didn’t scream, either, though, just pressed his face even more tightly to David’s ass, tongued him even more enthusiastically. His face was covered with spit, where it was pressed against David’s ass, near dripping off his chin.
He just needed David to come. He needed David to come, that was all, and then, then he could have something for himself. David wouldn’t object to that, might even consider it an excellent part of the apology. Grunting against David’s ass, he adjusted his grip on his cock, stroking him harder and faster, trying his damndest to bring him off spectacularly.
If David had previously thought that he'd already lost his mind during this, then he could not have been more wrong. The first time Finley touched his dick, David had been sure he was going to explode all over the sink right then and there, but there was still too much friction and not enough lubrication yet for that to actually happen. He was so hard it actually hurt a little bit, and the friction was only a momentary relief from it before David was back to being painfully aware of how much he needed to come but couldn’t yet. It could have been too painful, but the way Finley was still moving his tongue inside him continued to have David completely undone, leaking from the head of his cock like a fucking faucet by the time Finley got his hands on it.
With that extra lubrication, the friction that came with every stroke of Finley’s hand along David’s cock was bringing him swiftly and steadily right up to the edge. The tongue in his ass was an amazing stimulate, even if it wasn’t enough to actually get him off, but once Finley was stroking him fast and hard, David knew he’d be coming soon like a ton of bricks. His head felt light, dizzy, like the whole word was tipping upside down and he was losing his grip on it. David was holding onto the edge of the bathroom sink so hard that it took him a few seconds to realize why his hands hurt, but he didn’t relax his grip on the sink, it was one of the only things that was keeping him upright. With every stroke on his cock and curl of Finley’s tongue, David lost his mind just a little bit more, his whole body as desperate for release as he was. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep quiet, having to bite down harder on his lip to muffle the moans that were now spilling from the back of his throat like hot lava, every part of him feeling like it was on fire.
It was the combination of the more enthusiastic tonguing, the grunting into his ass and the harder, faster stroking of Finley's hand that had David seeing stars, chest heaving and lower back in a near permanent arch as he held fast to the sink for dear life. Despite the knowledge that he was going to come very soon, it still took David by surprise when he finally did, coming so suddenly and so hard that if it weren't for the sink he probably would have fallen over. David saw white as he came, come shooting all over the floor in front of him and into the sink, his entire body seeming to convulse at once with the sudden and much needed release. For a moment, everything else was just background noise, a slight ringing in his ears as his body seemed to drain itself completely of fluids, coming helplessly into the sink as David moaned behind clenches lips, eyes shut tight and every part of him trembling.
He came until he couldn't anymore, making small movements with his hips to thrust into Finley's hand with the last few bursts of come before he finally deflated. David's eyes opened slowly and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, red faced and panting, before losing all will to stand upright. David slumped forward with a groan, forehead hitting the bathroom mirror and leaning heavily against it as he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Shit… Finley… Holy shit.”
It was very nearly a relief for Finley when David’s cock gave its first jerk in his hand, the first jet of come shooting out against the porcelain of the sink. His own dick strained against the front of his pants, jerking as David’s come coated his hand, making a mess of it and easing its glide over the line of David’s cock. He stroked him through it all, doing no more than panting against David’s hole as he focused entirely on his cock, on milking every drop of come from him that he could. David, he thought, came like a porn star… spectacularly, the kind of show that he wouldn’t mind watching. He really was wasted on music, clearly his true talent was sex, and he ought to devote all of his time to it. Finley would be a willing volunteer.
He almost regretted when David’s cock softened in his hand, though he still cupped it, gently, conscious of the fact that he’d be sensitive. That didn’t cross the line into complete disappointment, though, because in the wake of David’s orgasm, and with the way that he said Finley’s name as he slumped, Finley became even more conscious of how very much he needed to come, as well. The how was far from important, as long as it was soon. Groaning, he pulled his face back, wiped it against his upper arm with no regard to what it would do to his suit. It was already dirtied beyond what he could repair without the use of his powers, so what was a faceful of spit, really, when you compared it to the benefit.
That didn’t quite manage to get all of it, though; one side of his face was still moist with it, drops of saliva caught in the hair of his beard. It was good enough, though, and he reached past David to grip the sink to pull himself upright. It would have been easy enough to fumble a hand into his pants and come whilst kneeling right there on the floor. It had been tempting, as tightly wound as Finley was; he had no desire to wait any longer than he had to, after how beautifully David had come for him. Safer, too, most likely, in case someone else chose to return to bang on the door.
It wasn’t what he wanted, though, and Finley did try to give himself what he wanted whenever he could. He instead, he fumbled with the button of his suit pants, let them drop down around his knees as he pressed up against David’s back. His underwear, when he shoved them down with both hands, heedless of the fact that he was smearing both them and his own hip with David’s come, came down only to mid-thigh before he pressed his cock between those firm globes, the length of it along the crevice he’d already slicked with his spit. It wasn’t quite as good as pressing his cock inside David’s body, but it was faster, and he wasn’t entirely certain that he could last long enough to get inside him.
And that would just be embarrassing, not the dirty sort of hot that they were enjoying at the moment.
Instead, Finley rocked his hips against David’s ass, driving his cock against him over and over, teeth clenching against soft grunts with every slide. It was mindless, pure instinct that drove him, as he ground against David until he was coming as well, hot and sticky between the cheeks of David’s ass, come mingling with spit as Finley shuddered against him, a cry caught in his throat.
He’d never said as much to Finley, obviously, but David had never come the way Finley made him come before. It wasn’t the sort of thing you said to someone who might use that knowledge as some sort of sexual weapon, and with Finley, that was always a concern. David wasn’t that much of an idiot. Not that David ever did much to help himself there, especially when he was completely sex stupid, things just tended to spill out of his mouth without much thought put into it from the younger man. The only reason he was able to keep his mouth mostly shut now is that he’d barely been able to get the words out that he’d managed, still gasping for breath a little and seeing stars in the blurriest corners of his vision from coming as hard and as much as he did. Into Finley’s hand as he stroked David through every last pulse and spurt of come, into the bathroom sink, by the end of it David was practically beside himself with physical relief.
Still entirely too aware of Finley’s tongue inside him, it was both a disappoint and another sort of relief when Finley finally extracted himself from David. Mostly a relief. As nice as it had been and as surprisingly good as it had felt, now that David was overly sensitive post-orgasm, he thought he might actually go insane if Finley kept his tongue in his hole for much longer. Every inch of him felt strangely fragile almost, like he’d actually come all the strength out of him, feeling weighed down at the same time as David’s limbs nearly felt like jelly. His legs were almost trembling with the effort it took to keep standing, but David forced himself to maintain his balance, if nothing else but because he couldn’t very well lay down in here. They were still in a public bathroom, so getting comfortable at the moment wasn’t really an option.
David’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Finley stand up and press himself against his back, almost immediately reigniting that seemingly endless electricity between the two of them again. Didn’t matter that David had already come himself hoarse, as soon as Finley was pressing up against him like that he very nearly felt like he’d been jump started. Maybe not enough to actually get an erection, but enough that he was still full on responding to Finley, groaning as he felt the tip of Finley’s cock pressing against him, damp with precome. It shouldn’t have been so hot. What they were doing, it should have been completely disgusting to him, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. David was always more turned on with Finley than he’d ever seemed to get with anyone else, but even this was a whole other level of sexual arousal. What they were doing was dirty, downright filthy, completely depraved and honestly, David loved the hell out of it.
Completely caught up in the moment, David didn’t give a thought to his current state or the fact that the longer they remained in here, the more likely they were to be overheard by someone. When Finley started rocking more firmly against David, hard cock sliding along the crevice between his ass cheeks, David arched back against the movement, helping Finley get there so he could come too. He didn’t have much strength in reserve at the moment, but he didn’t need much, just kept himself firmly latched to the bathroom sink and used it as leverage to curl his lower back just enough to move mindlessly with him, eyes half-closed and face flushed bright red, breathing harsh. This was hands down the hottest thing he’d ever done, which was saying something considering every other one of his and Finley’s private (or semi-private, considering their current location) encounters. David didn’t stop moving his hips into Finley’s until he could feel, and hear Finley coming, biting down on his lip as he braced himself against the sink, giving Finley something solid to collapse on.
It was one of the most furtive orgasms that Finley had ever enjoyed, but that only added a certain sort of thrill to it. Being so desperate for it that he hadn’t been able to wait to come inside David’s ass or mouth was a certain sort of pleasure all on its own. Something about pushing it off that long before he’d allowed himself any sort of stimulation had only made him come harder, when he’d finally gotten the chance for it. Forget furtive teenage fumblings, Finley had never engaged in anything quite this dirty, even when he had been a teenager. That he was doing it here, now, with David, that meant only that he and David had a sort of physical chemistry that really couldn’t be denied. Also, that Finley was a perverse man who really got off on fighting with someone else, which shouldn’t have come as any sort of shock to anybody who knew him, particularly David, who had become more than a little familiar with Finley’s habits.
It was likely for the best that he’d braced himself for Finley to collapse upon, because collapse he did, chest heaving against David’s back as he gasped for breath. Sweat slicked between their bodies, and his come wasn’t yet cooling against David’s skin, so the entire space between them felt warm and liquid. Finley couldn’t decide if it was still pleasant, or starting to verge on irritating, now that the thrill of sex was beginning to fade. He buried his face against the nape of David’s neck, bit there gently, far more gently than he would have had they still been in the midst of things. He still enjoyed worrying the skin between his teeth as he recovered, trying to find the energy to pull himself back upright again, onto his own two feet.
Before he pulled away, though, he chuckled, quietly. “It seems like I’ve made another mess that you’ll have to clean up before you can return to your adoring public.” Finley could probably do something about it. If he really wanted to, and if David wanted to ask him for it. It was a far more pleasant mess than the smoothie, though far harder to explain away if he missed a spot. Most of it, at least, would be covered by his clothes, if he decided to hurry out of there and avoid being close enough to anyone. Part of Finley liked the idea, of course, but it was far better for maintaining their little charade if David made sure that there wasn’t a single drop left on him, or in the bathroom, before he made his way back out. He’d have to move fast, though.
Finley had plenty of incentive for that, though. He peeled himself off of David’s back, smirking. “Come by my apartment, tonight. I believe I owe you another apology.” For a man who never said he was sorry, Finley really was growing to appreciate what sort of benefits you did reap from apologizing. He didn’t think David would object, either, if this was how he made up for it.
It was funny how quickly you could go from so angry at someone that you feel like your blood is boiling, to being so turned on that you might explode if you didn’t get each other off right then. David had never really had this problem with anyone else, where he was as pissed at them as he was turned on. He almost resented Finley a little for it, in those first few moments right after they both came down from the experience, when clarity finally reached him again and David remembered vaguely how they'd ended up getting each other off in the bathroom of a Jamba Juice in the first place. Didn't mean he wasn't still mad at Finley, per say, just that having an orgasm had gotten rid of a lot of that tension in him that he might have otherwise used for holding a grudge.
Frankly, it was hard to be mad at anything when you had just come as hard as David just had. That light headed, giddy feeling you got after that kind of release was totally ruining any plans David might have otherwise had about still trying to feign being cross at Finley in the aftermath of their feverish coupling. He wasn’t going to be convincing, even if he tried, despite the fact that he was still well aware of how Finley had manipulated him into the very public fight they’d had that was no doubt already on YouTube somewhere. David tried not to think about it, instead focusing on pulling himself together after the mind blowing episode that they’d just had that left David in seams over the sink and Finley plastered behind him, both of them sticky with come.
Sticky with smoothie too, on David’s part, another reminder of Finley’s deception, but he'd at least had the decency to clean most of it off David’s face. At the moment most of the mess was contained between their two bodies, with Finley still leaning heavily against his back, but they couldn’t stay that way forever. David grunted, shivering a little at the bite to the back of his neck, mildly resentful that Finley could still provoke that kind of reaction from him, even after they’d completely exhausted themselves. Not resentful enough to push him off, even bowing his head forward while David attempted to mentally pull himself together and silently relishing in the sharp sting of his skin in between Finley’s teeth.
Unfortunately, Finley was right. David couldn’t leave looking like this, and he couldn’t not leave. People had seen him go in, they had to see him come back out. David wasn’t sure he believed this insane idea worked, or what he would say to Hannah who still didn't even believe the rumors in the first place, but it was too late now. The deed was done, and he had to face walking back out there, thanks to Finley. He could still demand that Finley help with the clean up at least, or if all else failed, get Finley to make a harmless deal. There was probably something he wanted, something small that David could give in exchange for a more thorough cleaning. Oh, so we're just casually making deals with demons now, is that it? David ignored Dean, not about to argue that Finley owed him another apology either. Straightening up and turning around, David raised an eyebrow, bracing his hands behind him to lean back against the sink with a grin. “I’ll be there. But you’re still a dick.”