Wes, at the sight and the feel of him—everywhere, omnipresent, in him and under him and in every heartbeat—couldn’t hold back, coming too, body tightening and pulsing and releasing, his hole and his c**k lit up and shuddering and spilling over like showers of sparks. White heat flooded across his hand and Finn’s, and down across Finn’s chest and stomach.
Wes all but collapsed atop him in the aftermath, shaky and sticky. Finn put both arms around him and held on, breathing still fast. Wes stroked another wayward tumble of dark gold out of Finn’s face, and whispered, “Good?”
“Perfect,” Finn murmured back drowsily, smile present in his mouth, his eyes, his voice. “Amazing. Incredible. Completely satisfying all the…hunger.”
“I’ll order room service in a minute.”
“Hopefully more than a minu
