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dampen the scorching heat that sizzled between them.
Finnegan, he gasped out, fingers curling into the soft
cushions as he shook.
Finn didn t answer, instead shoving Rowan s shirt up and over
his head to leave it tangled around his arms. Finn s mouth was then
on his bare skin, tongue trailing down his back.
Rowan hissed, shifting impatiently and letting out a frustrated
sound when he couldn t spread his legs, the damn jeans tangled
around his knees now hindering the instinctual desire to offer
himself to the man so thoroughly overpowering him.
Please. He moaned, and let out a startled yelp when Finn s
teeth scraped his bare hip, the other man s tongue sweeping over
the stinging spot an instant later. Finnegan, damn it& I want
He didn t know what he wanted. To touch, to be naked, to be
fucked, all of the above. He just wanted more, and Finn didn t
seem at all interested in indulging him, his movements and touches
firm and demanding in their own right. Despite his own raging
desires, Rowan found himself somehow moving into Finn s
touches, accommodating his desires. It was an incredible feeling
he d never expected or experienced before.
It was like being played like a finely tuned instrument and Finn
was the maestro. Like Rowan was one of his beloved symphonies.
Through it all, the sharp nips to random spots, the firm roaming
of Finn s hands on Rowan s body, Finn never said a word. Rowan
had the maddening thought he didn t have to he was more than
getting his point across. Rowan had wondered earlier who was
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doing the possessing, him or Finn. Finnegan was very clearly
giving the answer.
Rowan turned his head, trying to glance behind him at Finn,
but he couldn t see him, the other man bent over him, his lips
brushing the small of Rowan s back, sending shivers through him.
Rowan shuddered, leaning forward more, pressing his forehead
against his arms, still tangled in his shirt, and though he could
easily pull them free, he didn t. For reasons he didn t quite
understand.
Finnegan, he whispered, the other man s name breaking on
his lips when, with a rough jerk or two, Finn pulled Rowan s jeans
down and off the rest of the way, leaving him naked, bent forward
over the back of the couch and wondering breathlessly just what
had gotten into Finn. Whatever it was, good God it was turning
him on.
Now able to spread his legs, Rowan did so, tilting his hips up
and aching he was so ready for penetration. Finn had barely
touched him it seemed and Rowan felt like he d been hanging by a
thread for hours. Please, he begged, voice strung tight. Touch
me, Finnegan.
He got his wish in the next instant, when Finn moved behind
him and pressed his lips against Rowan s entrance. Rowan s head
tipped back with a ragged cry, fingers fisting tightly in the material
of his shirt. Oh, God. He moaned, and swore he heard a wicked
laugh behind him.
He didn t have a chance to think about it as Finn gripped his
ass, spread his cheeks and worked him like a pro. His tongue was
rough velvet, wet and firm as it swept over him, occasionally
stiffening and dipping inside before returning to the maddening
strokes and sweeps that felt so damn good, but weren t nearly
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enough.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Foul mouth. Finn broke his silence to chuckle and Rowan
felt a surge of warmth inside, like a bubble bursting, and he
laughed. It occurred to him that it was a special man, a special
connection that allowed for laughter in the middle of what might
possibly be the most intense sex of his life.
It s your& fault, Rowan panted, rocking his hips back in
encouragement. I ll have you know I don t cuss on a regular
basis. Oh, fuck. Finn s wicked tongue dipped down to flick his
balls.
Finn didn t reply, just brought his hands up to Rowan s hips,
gripping them firmly, his big hands splaying and thumbs spreading
his ass cheeks. Rowan felt thoroughly exposed with the cool brush
of air and Finn s breath against his entrance, but he liked it. More
than that, he was beginning to think there wasn t anything Finn
could do that Rowan would say no to. It was both a frightening and
a freeing thought.
Then Rowan didn t have time for thoughts. All he had time for
was feeling, as Finn slid one hand inward and his thumb rubbed
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