Who: Finley Melville & David Ryan What: They've been 'celebrating' David being alive and well since he got back from his kidnapping; it was only a matter of time before they got a little too careless. (Part 1 of 2) Where: David's dressing room When: Saturday night, June 9th 2018, after a REDO concert Warnings: Completely porn in this part. Specific warnings for: unprotected sex
There was absolutely nothing sentimental at all about hooking up in David's dressing room after a show. It wasn't even the same dressing room, after all, not even close to the same venue. It wasn't even in the same state. The only thing that it had in common with the first time that the two of them had started ripping each other's clothes off was that it was still extremely hot to fuck David backstage after a show, with none of his little fans being any the wiser about it. None of David's bandmates, either. No one but Finley and David knew that, behind the closed door, the two of them were pressed together tightly, Finley's hands fixed on David's hips. He hadn't wasted any time, after he'd popped in, getting his hands on the younger man. There wasn't a single person in the world, he thought, who would blame him. Not if they'd happened to see David Ryan sweaty after a show. Particularly not if they knew how he looked underneath his clothes.
There hadn't been any need to talk about it, they both knew exactly what Finley was there for from the moment that he'd appeared. He'd stepped in, gotten his hands and lips on David, and that had been that, the two of them just as caught up as they always were, once lips got involved. Finley was following his promise not to seal any more deals with kisses, which meant that he was saving all of his skills at them for David, which meant that the younger man, of course, melted immediately. Finley was obviously just going through some sort of lip withdrawal, that was the reason that he did the same. That, and you'd have to be a bloody idiot not to realize that sex, with the two of them, was always going to be mind meltingly good, ergo the lead up to it at least had to destroy a few brain cells, before it moved along to the main event.
Finley kissed David hard and deep, tongue demanding that David let him in. There wasn't any use in demanding it, really. David never refused him, not anymore. They were past that, the two of them, particularly given how wildly they'd been going at it since that horrible day when Finley had thought that, maybe, he wouldn't be seeing David again. That psychotic hack job of a demon couldn't exactly be relied upon to not do anything too drastic, after all. Finley didn't like thinking about it, about how close it might have been, if the group of them hadn't found they way to it in time. He didn't like thinking about it at all, which meant that whenever his mind started to drift to it, he made certain to wipe it clean by going to find David and kissing him until he'd forgotten about the fact that it had ever happened entirely. Nothing wrong with doing a bit of celebrating that someone happened to be alive, especially when that someone was David, and the way that they celebrated was entirely comprised of some of the best sex that they'd ever had.
Not that sex had ever been lacking between the two of them, of course. They were very good at it, had been from the beginning, and only gotten better with practice, with learning what it was that made one another really go wild. Finley had already buried his hand in David's hair, almost as soon as he'd moved in to press their lips together, slid himself between David's legs. There was no wasting time, with the two of them, not when Finley could hardly stand waiting to get inside David, bury himself so deeply that there might as well not be any space between them at all. It didn't matter that they were somewhere public. It didn't even matter that Finley wasn't even entirely certain that David had bothered with locking the door once he'd gotten inside. It didn't matter, really, the only thing that mattered was that he got his hands on David without stopping to worry about any of the preliminaries.
Groaning, Finley leaned into the kiss, clutching even harder at David's hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, of course. He'd rather not do that sort of damage to David. He liked David's hair. He liked that he could use his grip on it to make David fall apart, when he was holding it while he kissed him, while he fucked his mouth. While he fucked him. David was beautifully responsive, had been from the start, but it was only getting better. Finley didn't know why, when he'd always started getting bored of a partner after a few months, at the absolute outside, David was only getting more interesting as they went. He didn't particularly care, not when he was grinding his hips against David while they kissed, cock already firming up inside his tight red trunks (because Finley did like to dress himself up, when he was coming for a booty call, and he liked the way he looked in red). There was very little else in the world that mattered, when he was kissing David for all that the two of them were worth.
To say that David had really been through it was an understatement, though these days he was mostly just trying not to think about it. If he thought about it too hard, it was almost impossible for him to stop, and then David couldn’t sleep. It was a good thing Finley wasn’t really in the habit of letting him sleep if they didn’t have to, so when he couldn’t get his mind off of what had happened to him, the only thing that really worked was that. Getting lost in what the two of them did to each other and avoiding his problems entirely. Finley was always good at distracting David with sex, and that particular talent came in handy now more than ever. Even if he didn’t say as much, but David didn’t feel like he had to. That’s not what this was, was it? He didn’t have to talk out his feelings or anything like that, and it was probably better if he didn’t. The fact was, Finley was always more than happy to lead David astray, and David was always willingly led.
Being snatched by demons and held against your will wasn’t exactly the trip to Disneyland that you’d always wanted. It was kind of a nonstop horror show, a nightmare that you kept trying to wake yourself up from and were never quite able to. It could have been a lot worse. With some perspective now, David could recognize without falling into an immediate spiral that it still could have been a lot worse, all things considered, and it would have been. He knew that. If Finley and company hadn’t gotten there when they did, Tony would have done a lot worse to him. If they hadn’t found David before Tony had gotten bored with his sick, twisted mind games, David probably would have come away with a lot more than just a few scars for his troubles. He probably would be dead. It was kind of a miracle that he wasn’t, honestly.
David tried not to think about that. Dean was maybe the only human alive who knew everything that Alastair was capable of, knew it intimately, so David knew it too. He knew too much to fully believe how lucky he’d been in getting out when he did, and relatively intact, physically, save for the scars that were healing. Tony hadn’t had the kind of time that it took to make something like torturing someone into what the demon considered art, but he’d still left his mark on David, in multiple places. Everything else was just one mind game after another, but David thought he might actually prefer the real torture. Scars on your body would heal, but when someone seriously fucked with your head? That kind of shit stayed with you long after you thought you were past it. Came back to haunt you when you least expected it.
He hadn’t really talked about what happened to him, instead throwing himself into whatever he could in an effort to return to some semblance of normalcy. It didn’t really work, but a routine was better than nothing. So far, David’s routine had already been playing with REDO, hunting with Hannah and hooking up with Finley. Admittedly, after his kidnapping, he’d been doing a lot more of the first and the last. Not that he was intentionally avoiding hunting. But you also couldn’t prove it if he didn’t openly admit to it. Besides, he had his hands a little full. Literally. As much as he and Finley been hooking up before, in the last few weeks since his rescue, they’d been hooking up so much that it felt like every time David turned around, there Finley was. Not that he was complaining. He always liked seeing Finley, and it was a great distraction from the things he didn’t want to think about. Privately, he liked to think that it was in part because of his near death experience that Finley was showing up unannounced so much these days.
Under the grip to his hair, David uttered a deep, needy moan in the back of his throat that got lost in the damp, heated caverns of their joined mouths, all too willingly opening himself up to Finley as he widened his stance where he was pinned between Finley and a vanity table, and parting his mouth more to the near brutal way Finley was already kissing him. He’d only been off stage for a few minutes, still sweaty and buzzing a little from tonight’s show, and every touch from Finley lit his skin up, making David press himself to him harder from the second that Finley had teleported into his dressing room and they’d started going at it with barely a word exchanged. His hands were currently fisted into the front of Finley’s shirt, one hand buried under the hem to palm itself against Finley’s bare skin, helpless to the grinds of Finley’s hips and only able to match it in sheer, desperate jerks of his own, already getting hard himself. The thought that he might have never seen Finley again had crossed his mind more than once, the thought only making him clutch to Finley more urgently right then, though he didn’t voice it. He never did. Not like Finley was giving him much of a chance to say anything, which David didn’t mind. He was only able to let out a breathless chuckle when he broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath and rasp an amused, “Hello to you too,” since they’d basically jumped on each other immediately without a word, already dazed from the frenzied way they’d been kissing and pulling at each other in his questionably locked dressing room. If it wasn’t locked, David wasn’t sure he had the wits to care right now as he went back in for another kiss and leaned into Finley’s grip on his hair with a soft hum in his throat.
Frankly, it really ought to be embarrassing, the way that Finley couldn't hold back a smile, but at least David's mouth was in the way, so it wasn't as if anyone could see it. It wasn't that funny, really, that belated greeting. More a waste of time that they could have been kissing, but Finley supposed they had the few seconds that it took David to catch his breath and get the words out. They had all the time they wanted, really, particularly since Finley could have popped them right out of the dressing room and into a far more secure place, if he'd really wanted to. He wasn't interested in that, though. He was interested in the there and then, in what they could do in the place they were at, with what they had at their disposal. Little as he liked to admit it, there were some circumstances where his powers became a bit... unreliable. Dizzy with lust happened to be one of them, sometimes, for a certain value of dizziness and lust. He'd never even known that was possible, before he and David had started going at each other like they had been, since David's rescue. Finley didn't plan on bringing that fact up. Didn't do, letting word out that he had that sort of weakness. There was still a part of him, or maybe it was Crowley, that suspected that there'd be a point where David would use that against him, somehow, a whisper in the back of his mind that Dean would have.
There wasn't any room for Dean's staunchly closeted nonsense in bed, though. Or, for the moment, in dressing room. The bed would come later, once David had finished up with everything he needed to do there. If, of course, he could find an excuse to get away from sister dearest for the night. Finley was even less fond of Hannah, really, after dealing with her and her little jailbait boyfriend who'd somehow been hiding that he had the punch to be a major player in the grand cosmic game of chess. He'd not mentioned it to David, of course. He had absolutely no desire to talk about any of that, of the endless stretch of time when Finley was waiting for any news he could get, as to where David was, and how they could get him back. He didn't even want to think about it, really, and he fully intended to fuck it all out of both of their minds as often as he possibly could. He imagined that was why David was entirely on board every time he popped around, too, wanting to not think about it for as long as he could manage. Finley was an excellent distraction, if he did say so himself.
And, in the name of being a distraction, he returned the kiss eagerly, leaning into the kiss as David reacted to the hand in his hair the way that Finley had hoped for. He did love the way David responded to that tug to his hair, to the things that Finley did to his body. To the places that Finley had claimed for himself, when it came to their fucking. He could admit, though only to himself, that David had gotten under his skin, but he was under David's as well. As long as David didn't realize the full extent of it, Finley supposed he could put up with the inconvenience, particularly when it came with such good benefits on the side, as well. No one had ever kissed quite like David had, either, which was more than enough reason to make the sort of compromises that the younger man had demanded, even though Finley would never have agreed to them under practically any other circumstances.
Finley liked the scent of David after a show, the smell of sweat on his skin. It reminded him of other, even more pleasant ways that David could work up a sweat (and had, in the past, with Finley's assistance). Besides, if he was already sweaty, there was no harm in getting a bit filthier, was there? He'd be having to wash up, either way. He started tugging at David's clothes with his free hand. He'd get to David's shirt, eventually, but for the moment... for the moment, Finley wanted to bare him enough to get inside him, enough that he could fuck David hard and fast and just as needy as he knew it could be. There were very few things in the world more important than that he got his dick inside David, at the moment, and Finley couldn't remember a single one of them that was. Something about Hell, maybe? Really, he didn't fucking care about that, at the moment, not when David was moving against him like that, holding on to him like that. It was Finley that broke the kiss a second time, so that he could murmur against David's lips, "Need to fuck you, darling, say I can."
Not that he needed David to say it. David's body was speaking loudly enough, the way he was rocking his hips against Finley, the way that he could feel David responding, from where he was pressed tight against him. Finley popped the button of David's pants, one-handed. He'd had plenty of practice at it. With this particular pair, in fact, one of his favorites out of David's wardrobe for shows. He knew most of the clothes that David owned, anymore, really, knew which ones were easier to unfasten, which ones were near impossible to strip off of him but damned if they didn't make his ass look amazing. Thorough knowledge of David Ryan's wardrobe wasn't a very useful skill, in the long run, but Finley had found that he'd acquired it entirely without meaning to, along with knowing which of his own clothes David seemed to like him best in. Not that he really thought David realized he had favorites, of Finley's things, but Finley could tell.
Getting off together in semi-public places wasn't exactly a new thing for them. Neither was getting off on the fact that they were in a semi-public place and could get walked in on at any time. Even now, David still felt that old, familiar thrill, never quite getting sick of it no matter how many times they indulged themselves in it. This was maybe the first time that the danger of getting caught wasn't an immediate priority for him in getting off, though. Once that familiar thrill passed, David barely even acknowledged it, much more focused on what they were doing than the juvenile excitement that they might get caught, or at the very least overheard by anyone who happened to be walking by when one or both of them really started moaning. They weren't exactly making a sincere attempt to be very quiet right now as it is.
David didn't give a shit. He didn't think he would even care if someone walked in on them right then, as long as he and Finley were able to get off before that happened. After everything that David had been through, being in physical contact with Finley felt like the only thing that was keeping him sane. That took priority over any notion of a turn on at the risk of being caught. As long as they could keep doing this, David felt like he could actually stay grounded.
His hair was sticking to his forehead, already damp with sweat from the workout he'd had onstage, adrenaline left over from the performance still pumping through him. Even when they were trying to be quick, it always turned into a situation where they managed to work themselves up enough to break a sweat. David didn't mind. He didn't mind that Finley was never particularly gentle with him either. Even liked it when he got a little rougher than usual, and right now, he needed it. Nothing else could quite take David completely out of his own head like Finley burying himself so far inside him that they didn't feel like two separate people anymore, and every time he pulled back it was only to drive back into David so forcefully that he couldn't immediately tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore.
Finley's words sent a hard shiver rocketing up his spine. Finley's hands on him, Finley's lips on his, Finley's voice vibrating against David's mouth when he said he needed to fuck him. Not wanted, needed. Needing implied urgency. If they didn't rip off enough clothes to have sex in the next two seconds, they were both going to self-combust. David felt that need deep in his belly, burning with purpose. He needed Finley to fuck him as much as Finley needed to fuck him, and that was a powerful feeling. It made David feel invincible at a time when he'd never felt more vulnerable, and hated it.
“You'd better,” David responded hoarsely against Finley's mouth, pulling at the older man’s bottom lip between his teeth with a small groan. As much as he liked getting completely undressed with Finley, liked seeing Finley's body and pressing himself against it without any clothes in the way, right now David was too desperate for it. Ss long as they got their pants down far enough, David didn't care about the rest, just as long as Finley got inside him in the next thirty second before he went insane. Sucking in a sharp breath when Finley popped open the button on his jeans, David reached over and did the same thing to Finley, undoing the buckle on his belt with now expert but trembling hands, carefully unzipping the man’s pants as fast as he could while craning his neck against the hold on his hair to kiss that special spot on Finley's neck, desperation audible in his voice. “I want you inside me, right now.”
If Finley had managed to keep any control at all, it would have been gone the moment that David's lips pressed against his neck, his demand for Finley to get inside him vibrating against his skin. It was David's, that one spot on Finley's neck, entirely David's. No one else had ever found it; no one else had paid enough attention to Finley's reactions, to what set him off, to find it and focus in on it and use it to drive him out of his mind the way that David did, the way that David had been doing for nearly as long as they'd been together. Been fucking. Over a year, David had been teasing him with that particular spot on his neck for over a year and it still set fireworks off under Finley's skin, every time he kissed it, sucked at it, scraped his teeth over it, whatever sort of attention David happened to be paying was enough to set Finley off, gasping and nearly trembling with pleasure.
Finley finished his desperate fumble with unfastening David's pants, fumbled with shoving them down his thighs without damaging anything important. Anything that he fully planned on enjoying as soon as he'd satisfied them both by getting his dick inside David. There wasn't time for any sort of lengthy preparation, but they hardly needed that, anymore. They'd found their rhythm, found the bare limit of what they had to do to keep the experience from being too painful for David to enjoy, and while Finley didn't mind taking his time to play and tease him until he was desperate, most of the time... they were already desperate, weren't they? Finley felt like there was a fog over his brain, already clouded the way it only ever really was when they were fucking, when he was balls deep in David and thrusting into him. It wouldn't last long, the way he was feeling; he'd just have to hope that David was in the same position, that David wouldn't last any longer than Finley knew he would. Otherwise... this would really be embarrassing.
There wasn't all that much room for embarrassment, though, not when he had David in front of him, telling him to get inside him right then. Lube, he needed lube, and fortunately Finley had remembered to bring that along, a small, single use packet of it, carried along for just such occasions. He'd made a point of stocking up with them, of having them on him all the time... not that he couldn't have summoned them, if he'd needed to, not that there was really anything that would keep him from getting his hands on it, but sometimes... sometimes you found yourself in the moment, and you really didn't want to take the time to fumble around with remembering where to retrieve it from. He'd never had to worry about that, not since becoming a demon. Becoming Crowley. Not until David, and the way the younger man drove him crazy with desire just by breathing the same air, sometimes.
"Turn..." Finley's breathing was hoarse, ragged, like he'd run a mile. He didn't want to back off from David, but he had to, if he was going to find the lubricant in the inside pocket of his jacket, anyhow. He stepped back from the cradle of David's legs, cock a firm, obvious line under the fabric of his pants, already. "Turn around, bend over the table." Not that he didn't enjoy seeing David's face while they fucked. Not that he didn't enjoy being able to kiss the younger man, until both of them were breathless. It was just that this was easier, which made it faster, which was really the main concern, at the moment. "Spread for me, let me see you." He just needed enough time to slick David up inside, to stretch him enough that Finley could follow with his cock and they could get to the very serious business of fucking.
He was already hot, the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin under his jacket. Finley snagged the packet of lubricant out of it, then tossed it aside, carelessly, on the floor. He didn't care, at the moment, that it would be wrinkled when he picked it up, that it would look awful, and that he'd likely have to bother with the dry cleaner because sometimes, there were some things that a demon couldn't do as well as old fashioned chemicals and human ingenuity. It was a waste of time to worry about it, had almost been a waste of time to bother with taking it off in the first place, but Finley needed to be able to move if he was going to fuck David properly. He wasted no time ripping open the packet, coating his fingers with the slippery gel even before David had situated himself to take them.
Once David had figured out that particular spot on Finley’s neck and how crazy it made him, he’d pretty much latched onto it, every time they were alone together. Finley didn’t seem to ever get sick of it, and it was the only thing David really had on him. The only thing David knew for a fact would really drive Finley out of his mind, make him immediately crazy and desperate. It made David feel a little less out of his league, a little more in control, even if that still wasn’t technically true. He might be able to make Finley dissolve into a puddle every time he attacked that tender spot on his neck with lips, tongue and teeth, but David was the one who fell apart around his cock every time. He only had one spot on Finley while Finley had David’s entire body, anywhere he touched drove David up the wall.
He liked kissing along the line of his jaw, feeling Finley’s pulse under his lips and on his tongue, noting when it picked up a little quicker the more worked up Finley got while David was worrying the tender skin with his mouth. It made David feel weirdly powerful, he was addicted to the way Finley moved and sounded whenever he latched onto that particular spot. The way he couldn't help but lean into it, breathing immediately less controlled and more unsteady. It was David's sneaky way of getting Finley instantly more worked up, if he felt like the other man might not be getting to that point quite as fast as he was. The only sure fire way David knew how to even the playing field between them.
Things between them were never truly equal, but it felt a little less so now. David wasn't nearly as inexperienced as he used to be. He was no longer floundering in bed, except for the times when Finley introduced something entirely new to their coupling that immediately threw David off his game again. No matter how much experience he already had under his belt, there was still a lot that David didn’t know. He couldn’t help feeling a little competitive when it came to sex with Finley, couldn’t fight the strong desire to show him how much he’d learned since that first awkward, desperate fumble in a different dressing room. To show Finley that he wasn’t some clueless backdoor virgin anymore. That he could be more than a match for Finley, if he wanted to be.
In some ways it felt very much like the first time they’d done this, when Finley had popped into his dressing room unannounced, like tonight - only back then they hadn’t yet crossed that line with each other. That hadn’t stopped them from almost immediately getting their hands on the other, though. It never really did. Somehow, Finley Melville had become a driving constant in David’s life that he’d come to depend on. Now that Finley was here, pressed up against him until David couldn’t think anymore about everything he was trying so hard to block out, he felt… better. He felt less like he was just barely hanging on by a thread.
As much as David didn’t want to detach from Finley either, he wasn’t going to pass up that kind of opportunity. Grinning softly against Finley’s neck, his own breathing was a little shaky when he pulled back, as eager to get down to what they both really wanted as Finley was. Not that David wouldn’t have minded taking a little longer. David was experienced enough now that he could hold his own when it came to an outstanding blow job, but that didn’t mean foreplay was always necessary. While Finley was coating his fingers with lube, David shoved his pants and boxers as far down to his ankles as he could manage, cock already hard with a little bit of precome just beading at the tip. He turned around to face the vanity, getting hit by a shock of deja vu as he pulled his shirt up a little on his stomach and spread his legs apart where he stood, lowering himself over the table just like Finley wanted while his skin buzzed with perverse delight at the image he was creating for the man behind him.
It might have been true, at the beginning of their arrangement, that Finley had been the one holding all the cards. After all, David hadn't had the faintest of clues what it was that he wanted from Finley, wanted to do to Finley, and Finley had known in graphic detail what it was that he wanted from David, when it came to the sex. When it came to the business portion of things, too. That was all that it was meant to be, really. Business, and sex. Separate, for the most part, because it hadn't really occurred to Finley to use sex to distract David from their business. He hadn't needed to. David had been more than eager to sell his soul away for the chance to save Hannah, and there hadn't been all that much renegotiating to do, since the sex had begun. Except, of course, the renegotiating about the sex, to begin with. That didn't quite count. Finley wasn't certain what heading it fit under, or if they'd entered some muddied in between state with it. Finley had never much liked in between states, not when he wasn't the one setting them up. In Finley's world, everything ought to be clean cut. It was everyone else that he wanted to be confused about what precisely was going on. Now that tactic, that he had used on David, but it wasn't as if he'd actually hurt him with it. It was just... easier, when David didn't ask too many questions.
About the sex. Finley didn't mind questions about their business. That was fairly clear cut, after all. It was the sex that had started to get murky, where the rules had started to change up, and it wasn't quite so clear that Finley had the upper ground, anymore. At least... not to Finley. Not after he'd made promises to stop kissing other people for deals. Not after that horrifying stretch of time when they hadn't been sure where David was, what was being done to him, and all Finley had been able to do was sit on the couch, pillow clutched close to his chest, and remind himself that he'd know if David was dead, if David was in Hell, because that would void the contract. It was the one thing he'd been able to grasp onto. They had contracts in place. Finley would know if the contracts were broken. He was fairly certain that Hannah hadn't found that as reassuring as he had, in the moment, but it was more than she could have offered, when it came to the state of David's safety. More than her little boytoy had been able to tell them, since he apparently couldn't see anyone tied in with his own fate.
Not that Finley had talked to David about that, either, the strange way that things seemed to have shifted. It didn't mean anything. It just meant that he'd gotten, perhaps, a bit attached to David's company. It didn't mean that he was... that they were... it didn't mean anything. Finley was still in charge, when it came to sex, because David still let him take charge. Because David liked it when he took charge, the way that Finley could see his cock leaking before he turned around and presented his glorious ass, instead, was enough sign of that. What they were doing, the two of them, it was still working, even with strange shifts, even with complications that Finley wouldn't have liked, if he'd stopped long enough to think about them. If he'd been less desperate for the reassurance of pressing into David's body, so he'd have had time to stop long enough to think about them. So long as he didn't stop to think, though, they didn't have to... stop.
"That's a good boy..." Finley barely knew what he was saying, he was so caught by the sight of David bent over like that, legs spread, ready for Finley to fuck him. Well, almost ready. Finley thought they both might expire, if they had to wait too much longer before David was entirely ready, so he didn't waste any time with it. He started with two fingers, this time, instead of easing him into it like he might have when David was new to all of this. David knew how to relax those muscles, now, knew how to take a finger. Knew how to take a cock, and take it beautifully. Besides... David didn't mind the burn. Finley knew that just as much as he knew that David liked his hair pulled, or that David had a fondness for giving blowjobs, after he'd gotten the hang of it. Just like Finley was certain that David knew a hundred things about Finley and what he liked in bed, maybe things that the younger man didn't even realize that he knew. Finley didn't plan on enlightening him to them, either. He didn't need David to have any more advantages over him than he already did, he was fond enough of using that spot on Finley's neck against him without knowing that there were more things he could do to drive Finley insane.
Two fingers, and he spread David out for himself as quickly as he could, before his mind could wander any more than it had. Finley didn't want to think, that was the fucking point of this, wasn't it? He didn't want to think about all of those inconvenient things that didn't focus entirely on the grip of David's ass around his fingers as he fucked him with them, got him ready for a third, just to be certain that he was ready for the main event. He didn't take too long before the third, either, just enough that he was certain he wouldn't actually hurt David. It was the fastest he'd ever gone, he thought, getting David ready for him. It was the most desperate he'd ever felt, after that attention to his neck, after seeing David spread out and ready for him, knowing how much David wanted it, wanted him, everything that Finley and Finley alone could give him. His breath was harsh against David's back as he fingered him open, near clumsy with need.
Even though he didn’t really need the help anymore, the sound of Finley’s voice only helped to relax him more. He liked the way Finley talked to him, the things he said to David when he was so out of his mind that David knew it was pure lust talking, no room for carefully chosen words. It was sexy, hearing Finley talk to him like that, the things he’d say to David when it was just the two of them and they were in the midst of driving each other crazy. It just made David want him more, if that was even possible at this point. The way he wanted Finley was like a hard punch to the gut, it completely immobilized him. When they were like this, it was like David suddenly couldn’t breathe on his own, couldn’t even think on his own. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think about how close it had been, how close he’d been to actual death, the thought that he and Finley wouldn’t even be here right now making his insides twist painfully.
When they were like this, nothing else mattered. It was like everything else around them just disappeared, and all that mattered was wet tongues, hard cocks, and skin on skin. Nothing took David out of his head quite like Finley did, no matter what they were doing, but especially when they were doing this. When everything boiled down to wandering hands and sweaty bodies sliding over each other, when David could just let go and be in the moment while Finley fucked him until he came. Everything about their sex was better than any other kind of sex David ever had, better than any kind of drug he’d ever had. David wasn’t really into drugs, which probably wasn’t a huge surprise if you knew him. Nothing about David actually screamed ‘hardcore’, rockstar status or not, but he’d tried a few things in the past. It was kind of hard not to, when you were constantly surrounded by the sort of lifestyle he was and people were always pushing things your way at those after parties. He’d never really liked the way drugs made him feel, though. Sure, they were fun at first when you were on them, but afterwards, all you did was feel really crappy. Having sex with Finley felt like the best kind of drug, just without the awful come downs that came later.
The first time Finley had penetrated him with fingers, David hadn’t known how to deal with it. Actually the first few times. It had taken some practice, and a lot of getting over some hard mental blocks, but that physical impulse to resist the intrusion didn’t even register with David now. He didn’t automatically tense up, like he used to. Instead he knew it was coming and was already prepared for it, relaxing his muscles so that Finley would be met with minimal resistance, other than the general tightness of his ass. Which didn’t seem to be getting any less tighter, no matter how many times they screwed, but Finley seemed to enjoy that about him. At least as much as David enjoyed it, enjoyed the feeling of his own muscles hugging tightly to Finley’s fingers, or his cock, whichever happened to be pressing into him at the time. It didn’t feel unnatural, that kind of intrusion into his body, not like David might have previously thought it would before. It just felt good, one of the best things David had or maybe would ever experience.
It felt like an eternity to him, between the time that David turned his back to Finley and actually feeling those two fingers first press into him, finally giving him what he was so desperately craving. In reality the time between those two things probably wasn’t that long at all, considering how worked up they’d both been and how eager they clearly were to get down to business, so eager that they were blowing right past the foreplay for once, but Finley wasn’t the only one prone to dramatics. Granted, it happened far more often with me and David was usually the one placating him, but even David could have his moments. David was so desperate for it that if Finley didn’t get his fingers in him soon, he was actually going to go insane. Or he was already insane, and Finley pressing into his body was the only cure for it.
David shuddered as those first two fingers slid into him, eyes closing and almost immediately arching himself to it, like his whole body was craving more. Everything else became background noise, the only things in the forefront being Finley’s hot breath on his back, Finley’s fingers inside him, and David’s entire form practically curling to it. The temporary sting that came with it barely even phased David anymore, the amount of lube on Finley’s fingers only making that adjustment easier and it took no time at all for him to push right through it with that third finger, moaning helplessly as Finley filled him up just a little bit more, hips jerking with every slide of Finley’s fingers while the other man fucked him with them. It was good, it was always good, and it inevitably made David want the real thing even more. He thought he might actually die if Finley didn’t replace his fingers with his cock soon, his own breathing coming out in short, hard bursts the more Finley worked him open. “Just…” David gasped, trembling around him. “Just do it.”
It was unbearably hot, the way that David responded to his fingers. Of all the things that Finley had done, all of the things that he had seen, there was little in the world that was more enjoyable than feeling David open up for his fingers, watching his reactions underneath Finley while he fucked him with them, too eager to be tender about it. They didn't need tenderness, not between the two of them. It had never had a place in their coupling, the kind of gentle kisses and touches that someone else might need to prime themselves for fucking. Finley had never been interested in that sort of thing, never really wanted to take the time for it, but it wasn't as if David had ever expressed an interest in it, either, even when they weren't practically tearing at each other to get at what they really wanted, like they had been since he'd gotten David back safe and sound. He had David moving under him, beautiful and needy, tight around his fingers, and that was enough to drive any man to desperation, no matter how straight he might have thought that he was before he happened to get lucky enough to have a rock star nearly begging him to fuck him.
Not that Finley was the best at resisting temptation under normal circumstances, but these certainly weren't normal circumstances in the least. He didn't pull his fingers free, not quite yet, still pumped them in and out of David ass while he tried to sort himself, in regards to what they'd be doing next. He needed... he needed to fuck David, he needed to get his cock in that tight, hot, perfect ass, but there was... Finley needed to... he pulled back, just a bit, just enough to look down at where his fingers were sliding in and out of David's body. Fuck, it was beautiful, the way that David took his fingers, the way he was stretched around them. Part of Finley wanted to drop to his knees, to add his tongue to the mix, to show his appreciation for that needy little hole that was begging for his cock just as beautifully as David's words were. He might have done it, too, if it weren't for the fact that he thought he might actually go insane if he didn't get his cock inside something hot, tight, and slick right that second. And if he'd brought lube that tasted decent, instead of something far more practical for rough, needy, spontaneous sex, but that was barely a consideration at that point, since it would have required thought.
Thought was something that Finley wasn't having the best of luck with, right then. He couldn't just slide into David, no matter what David asked, no matter what Finley wanted. There was... he'd skipped something, he was aware of himself enough to know that, even if the thought of having to stop to do anything else was absolute torture, put him in actual pain. If he was just inside David, just a little relief for his painfully stiff cock, Finley knew that he'd be able to think of it. His pants were still on, still up, he hadn't even managed to get them unzipped, yet, and that was a fucking crime. He fumbled with the button with the hand that wasn't buried three fingers deep in David's ass, spreading him wider. It would be so fucking easy to just slide his cock in, push into the tight grip of David's ass, if only there weren't anything in his way... not that it took all that long to deal with his pants, once he worked them over the bulge of his cock enough that they could fall to the floor around his ankles. There was a damp patch on the front of his underwear already, growing damper as his fingers skated over it before he started tugging those down, too.
Fuck, fuck, what was he forgetting? Finley's cock sprung free of the last constraint of fabric, hips driving forward to press it against the curve of David's ass. It already felt better, just that just contact with David's skin, even without anything else to bring any sort of relief. Like there was some sort of magic to David's skin, to make it that much better than anything else that could possibly be pressing against Finley's cock. He was so close, so fucking close to sliding into David, and he couldn't think. "Look at you, look at you..." As if David could actually see what Finley was seeing, see how he arched into Finley's fingers pressing into him, see how obscenely beautiful he was, stretched around them. If Finley could just slide inside him, he'd be able to think, he'd stop feeling so insane with want. David was already slick with lube, already ready for him, he was ready. Finley rocked forward, against, head of his cock brushing against the rim of David's hole, fingers still in the way of that perfect slide.
He pushed, hips jerking in tiny movements, nearly involuntary, watching himself pressed right up to David's ass, right there where his fingers already had David spread and ready. He needed to be inside him. David needed him to be inside him, he'd told him to do it. There was still something... he'd left something in his jacket, but... Finley groaned, pressed in just a little bit harder, a little further, fingers sliding out of the way as the blunt head of his cock replaced them in stretching David's hole out, pressing him even wider. It felt good, so unbearably good, and Finley couldn't wait. He couldn't wait for anything else out of his jacket, for anything else at all when he was right there, and David was so fucking ready. "Darling..." His breath hitched in his chest, aching almost as much as his cock. He could have lost this, could have lost David, could have never been in this position with him again, but he hadn't. He hadn't, and David was warm and perfect under him, around him, stretching for his cock, and Finley couldn't do anything but grit his teeth and press in until the head of him was fully gripped by David's heat.
David was already so out of his mind he hadn’t even noticed that Finley’s pants were still on. Usually he at least made sure of that much before he turned around, or they got horizontal, but you couldn’t blame him for being a little distracted. He’d at least managed to undo Finley’s belt before he turned around, he remembered that much, but after that, after Finley told him to bend over and spread for him, everything had started to get a little hazy. David was so in the heat of the moment that if you had asked him, he probably couldn’t have even remembered his own name. The only things he was aware of for sure was the heat of Finley’s breath on his back through his shirt, the solid press of Finley’s body over him, and the three fingers currently in his ass that were threatening to make him shatter around them. Not that he was in danger of coming this soon, he wasn’t, but just the force of those three fingers driving into him and sliding back out were enough to already have him at Finley’s mercy, helpless to that rhythm.
There was something almost hotter about still being clothed. About David still being more clothed than Finley, before Finley finally pulled his pants down. There was something a lot dirtier about being bent over with your pants around your ankles, bared to a man behind you still fully clothed while knuckle deep in your ass. There was a vulnerability to David’s position that he never would have thought would appeal to him before, but then again, there were a lot of things he and Finley did that he might have never thought would appeal to him until they started sleeping together. It wasn’t as if David needed that kind of incentive to get off with Finley, but the thing was, there was very little that didn’t get him off with Finley. It could just be Finley himself and that would be enough, but when it came to the games they played, the different positions and tricks that they tried, that Finley taught him, David inevitably loved them all.
Saying that he was usually more patient than this would have been a complete lie. David was never patient when it came to Finley, or vice versa, but that was even more true now. After everything that had happened recently, after almost… David still couldn’t really make himself think about it for too long before he started freaking out, how close he’d come to death. How Hannah had already met death once and it was only thanks to Finley that she’d found her way back. What if that had been him this time? It almost had been. That thought alone was enough to really get under his skin and make him uncomfortable, the idea that if things had turned out a little differently, he might be dead. He’d be dead, and he’d never get to see his sister again, or…. Finley. Somehow, that thought bothered him a little more. It settled oddly in his chest and confused him, made him fidget, unsure how to really process how he felt about that.
He didn’t want to just assume that Finley would have done something to bring him back. If he even would or could have done it without making another deal. He wanted to assume that Finley would have done all he could, deal or no deal, just because the idea of David in the ground bothered him more than the reality that David being dead meant he hadn’t fulfilled his end of the deal they’d made, since as of now they were no closer to getting Hell than they had been when he and Finley had first locked lips over Hannah’s dead body. David didn’t know why that mattered to him so much in the moment, or why he was even thinking about any of that at a time like this, but he did know that the longer he spent without Finley fucking all of these annoying thoughts out of his head, the more David actually started to feel agitated.
Not for long, though. As soon as he felt Finley pressing in with the head of his cock it became very apparent just how much David still wasn't stretched out quite enough. That didn't stop him, that pain was only momentary, and once you got passed the initial sting it was just that oddly pleasant feeling of being stretched around a cock and being filled up by it. That was what he wanted right now. That was what he needed, to be stretched around Finley until he couldn’t even think anymore. His thoughts were already starting to fly out the window with that first bit of craved contact, feeling the blunt head of Finley’s cock slowly pushing into him, and some part of David knew why it immediately felt so much better than it usually did but he was too twisted up to make sense of it, too desperate for what he knew was coming. With a small, shuddering moan, David didn’t wait for Finley to do it, he pushed back against Finley’s cock with a low cry, panting hard as he felt those familiar muscles start to give way to the larger intrusion.
The tight clench of David's ass around his cock drew a hiss from between Finley's teeth and tore a harsher sound from his chest. Even if Finley had tried to keep up the smooth banter he'd always tried to make a practice of, the banter that meant that he wasn't entirely swept away by the experience and he still had some sort of control over the situation, the only thing that would have come out of his mouth would have been a choked litany of David's name over and over again, like a prayer. He could have pushed forward to meet David but there was something about this, about David taking Finley's cock all of his own volition, that kept him arrested in stillness no matter how much he trembled and ached to push in and sink fully into David's heat.
It was good to be wanted the way that David must have wanted him to be fucking himself back on Finley's cock so desperately.
Finley's breath caught in his chest but he still held still, a hand going to David's back to trace soothing circles over the small of his back with the pad of one finger. "Good," he managed, hoarse and strained with everything else that he was barely containing. For as much as Finley enjoyed being the one in control there had been moments lately, since getting David back when he might have lost him forever, when Finley had paused and let David take the lead. There were moments when he wanted that, when it soothed the part of him that had felt wild since he realized that David had been gone.
"Almost there," he murmured, both encouragement and a plea. He needed David around him, taking him to the root. He needed David to impale himself on him completely so that Finley could start rutting into him with hard slaps of hip bones against ass and he needed to know that David was there and real and that he was still Finley's at least in this way, in a way that really mattered.