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The apartment door clicked open with a soft, familiar sound that Noah hadn't heard in what felt like forever. Two months of schedules clashing, time zones mocking them, quick texts and stolen FaceTime calls that never quite filled the ache. New York felt colder without Finn in it, even with the city noise bleeding through the windows.

Finn stepped inside first, snow still dusting the shoulders of his dark coat, carrying a massive bouquet of pale pink peonies and white roses wrapped in brown paper. The scent hit Noah before Finn did—sweet, clean, like spring had decided to crash winter early just for them.

Noah's face split into a grin he couldn't control. "You look like you robbed a florist on your way from the airport."

Finn laughed, low and warm, kicking the door shut behind him. "I had to bribe the guy at the corner shop to stay open late. Said it was an emergency. Romantic emergency." He held the bouquet out like an offering, eyes already soft, already tracing Noah's face like he was relearning every line—the sharp jaw, the dark curls falling messily over his forehead, the faint freckles scattered across his nose that only showed up in certain light.

Noah took the flowers, fingers brushing Finn's gloved ones, and immediately buried his nose in them. "They're beautiful. You're ridiculous."

"Missed you more than ridiculous." Finn closed the distance in two steps, cupped Noah's jaw with cold hands, and kissed him slow, like he was tasting two months of absence. Noah made a small, involuntary sound against his mouth, free hand fisting the front of Finn's coat. The bouquet got crushed gently between their chests. Finn's lips were chapped from the cold flight, but soft underneath, moving with deliberate care—first just pressing, then parting slightly to catch Noah's bottom lip between his own, tugging gently before sliding his tongue along the seam until Noah opened for him. The kiss deepened in layers: tongues meeting tentative at first, then sliding together slow and wet, Finn's thumb stroking the edge of Noah's cheekbone while Noah tilted his head to chase the angle that made their mouths fit perfectly.

When they parted, Finn rested his forehead against Noah's, breathing uneven. "God, you're even prettier than I remembered. How is that fair?"

Noah rolled his eyes but couldn't stop smiling. "Flattery after two months? You're desperate."

"Desperately in love with my secret boyfriend, yeah." Finn stole another quick kiss, then another, lighter ones—soft pecks at the corner of Noah's mouth, the bow of his upper lip, the faint dimple that appeared when he smiled—before pulling back just enough to look at him properly.

They shed coats and shoes in the entryway, Finn hanging his scarf on the hook like he'd never left. Noah carried the flowers to the kitchen counter, found a tall vase, arranged them with more care than he usually gave anything—adjusting stems, fluffing petals, making sure the pink matched the flush still high on his own cheeks. Finn watched from the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted.

"You look good in my space," Finn said quietly.

Noah glanced over his shoulder. "You look good in it too. Missed seeing your stupid face taking up all my oxygen."

Finn snorted. "Romantic."

They ended up upstairs without really deciding to. Hands brushing on the banister, shoulders bumping, small laughs when Noah almost tripped on the last step because Finn kept tugging him back for another kiss—quick, hungry ones that left Noah's lips tingling and wet. By the time they reached Noah's bedroom, the air felt thicker, warmer, like the room had been waiting.

Finn dropped onto the edge of the bed first, tugging Noah down beside him. They sat thigh to thigh, close enough that Noah could feel the lingering chill on Finn's jeans. Finn kicked his legs out, leaned back on his hands.

"So," he started, already animated, "tour prep is insane. We're finalizing setlists next week—I'm pushing hard for that new track we recorded last month, the one with the bridge that rips your chest open. Manager keeps saying it's 'too vulnerable' but fuck that, it's honest. And then there's the script read-throughs starting in March. Small part, but it's with that director I told you about. The one who does those quiet, brutal character studies."

Noah listened, chin on his hand, eyes fixed on Finn's face. The way his curls bounced when he talked with his hands, the faint freckles across his nose that only showed up in certain light, the excited glint in his eyes that made Noah's chest ache in the best way. He didn't interrupt. Just watched. Memorized.

Finn eventually wound down, noticed the stare. His voice softened. He leaned in, pressed the sweetest, slowest kiss to Noah's lips—lips parting gently, tongue brushing just the tip of Noah's before retreating, a tease that made Noah chase forward. Finn lingered there a second longer than necessary. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his thumb brushed Noah's cheekbone.

"Your turn, pretty. How's uni? How's life without me cramping your style?"

Noah exhaled a laugh through his nose. "Tiring. Assignments piling up, professors acting like we're all machines. I barely sleep."

Finn's brows lifted, teasing already. "Yet somehow you're still out partying every other night. I see the stories, you know. Dancing on tables at 3 a.m., looking like sin in those low lights."

Noah swatted Finn's arm lightly, cheeks warming. "That's what cures the exhaustion, actually. Loud music. Bad decisions. Sweaty strangers who aren't you."

Finn caught Noah's wrist, held it gently. "Ouch."

Noah bit his lip, reached up with his free hand, brushed Finn's curls back from his forehead. The motion was slow, deliberate—fingers carding through the soft strands, lingering at the nape of his neck. "I miss you," he said, voice quieter now. "The parties are fun. The people are fine. But it's never… it's never you. You're not there. So it doesn't count."

Finn's expression melted. Something raw flickered behind his eyes. He leaned in again, kissed Noah deeper this time—one hand sliding to the back of Noah's neck, fingers threading into dark curls, the other settling warm at the small of his back. Noah chased it, lingered when Finn tried to pull away—turned the kiss messy, desperate, tongue sliding against tongue in long, wet strokes, lips swollen and slick. Noah's hands fisted Finn's shirt, pulling him closer until their chests pressed tight, a low, needy moan slipping out against Finn's mouth before he could stop it.

Finn broke it gently, breathing uneven. Noah looked up at him, eyes wide and a little guilty, pupils blown, lips red and glistening.

Finn studied him for a beat. Then, soft, knowing: "Baby… are you—?"

Noah blinked. "What?"

Finn's mouth curved, slow smirk. He kissed him again—harder, tongue sweeping in immediately, deep and claiming, one hand sliding down to grip Noah's hip while the other tugged lightly at his hair. Noah's hands flew to Finn's curls, tugging hard, clinging, another soft moan vibrating between their mouths.

Finn pulled back just far enough to murmur, "Fuck, I missed that sound."

Noah's face burned. He swallowed. "Can we…?"

"Now?" Finn's eyes widened, surprised but already darkening.

Noah nodded fast, frantic. Leaned in, whispered against Finn's ear, "I actually… prepared something. For you."

Finn blinked. "…What?"

Noah's blush deepened to the roots of his dark hair. He stood up slowly from the bed, fingers trembling just a little at the hem of his oversized sweater.

"Promise you won't laugh," he said, voice small.

Finn leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes locked on him. "Why the hell would I laugh?"

Noah took a breath. Pulled the sweater over his head in one slow motion, dark curls mussing and falling back into place around his face. Then his sweatpants slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles before he stepped out of them.

Pink lace. The corset top hugged his plump chest and cinched his tiny waist so tightly it created an impossible hourglass—narrow, delicate, the kind of waist that looked made for hands to wrap around completely. The sheer panels over his ribs let soft skin show through, nipples faintly visible beneath the delicate embroidery. Below, the skimpy thong was barely more than strings—thin pink lace that disappeared between the full, round cheeks of his big ass, framing and lifting the plush curves so they looked even more pronounced, soft and inviting. The lace thigh-highs clung to his thick thighs, tops digging in just enough to create a gentle roll of flesh over the band.

Noah stood there, arms loose at his sides, cheeks flaming, eyes flicking up to meet Finn's—plump body on full display, tiny waist flaring dramatically into wide hips and that heavy, perfect ass.

Finn's mouth fell open. Eyes went wide, then raked down Noah's body inch by devastating inch—lingering on the cinched waist, the way the corset pushed his chest forward, the obscene way the thong strings framed his ass like a gift—slow and reverent.

"Holy shit, baby."

Finn's mouth stayed open for a long beat after the word slipped out, like his brain had short-circuited and left his body on autopilot. Noah stood frozen in the middle of the room, arms hanging loose, fingers twitching at the lace edges of the corset like he wasn't sure whether to cover himself or let Finn keep looking. His cheeks burned hot enough to feel it in his ears, dark curls falling forward to half-hide his eyes. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the thigh-highs whispering against each other, the tiny movement making the plush curve of his ass jiggle just enough to draw Finn's gaze right back down.

Finn swallowed hard. Then he stood—slow, deliberate, like any sudden move might shatter the moment. He crossed the small space between them in three steps, close enough now that Noah could smell the faint cedar on his skin mixed with airplane air and snow. Finn's hands hovered at Noah's sides, palms open, fingers trembling the tiniest bit before they finally made contact.

The first touch was feather-light—fingertips skating along the boning of the corset where it dug into Noah's tiny waist, tracing the dramatic inward curve like he was committing it to memory. Noah sucked in a sharp breath, stomach fluttering under the contact. Finn's palms flattened, sliding around to span the narrowest part completely; his fingers almost met at the small of Noah's back.

"You look fucking incredible," Finn breathed, voice rougher than before. "Like a dream. That waist—God, it's so tiny I could wrap my hands around it completely." He demonstrated, squeezing gently, thumbs pressing into the soft dip above Noah's hips. "And your ass..." His eyes dropped again, dark and hungry. "...it's perfect. All plush and begging for attention."

Noah whimpered—small, involuntary, the sound slipping out before he could catch it. He bit his lip hard, trying to swallow it back, but his body betrayed him: hips tilting forward just a fraction, arching into Finn's hold.

Finn made a low, wrecked noise in his throat. "You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, Noah. All dressed up like this... for me?" He leaned in, forehead resting against Noah's for a second, breathing him in. "Fuck, I don't deserve this."

Noah's hands came up then—hesitant, trembling—fingers curling into the front of Finn's shirt. "You do," he whispered, barely audible. "Wanted you to see."

Finn's mouth found Noah's collarbone first. Open-mouthed, slow, tongue flicking out to taste skin still warm from nerves and anticipation. He kissed a careful path across one sharp ridge, then the other, sucking lightly until a faint red mark bloomed. Noah's head tipped back, dark curls spilling, a soft whine building in his throat. Finn's hands never left his waist—thumbs stroking the cinched-in sides, palms sliding up and down the exaggerated hourglass like he couldn't get enough of how small it felt under his grip.

"Such pretty skin, baby," Finn murmured against the lace edge of the corset. "Flawless." He nipped at the sheer panel over Noah's ribs, teeth grazing without biting, just enough to make Noah jolt. "And this outfit? Makes you glow. Look at you—plump little tits pushed up, waist so fucking tiny, hips flaring out like they're begging me to grab them."

Noah's knees buckled a little. Finn caught him instantly, one arm banding around his back, the other sliding lower to palm the full swell of his ass through the thong. Noah gasped—sharp, needy—hips jerking forward so his hardening cock brushed against Finn's thigh through denim.

Finn turned him then—slow spin, hands guiding until Noah's back was to him. The mirror across the room caught them both: Finn tall and dark-eyed behind, Noah flushed and trembling in pink lace, tiny waist accentuated even more from this angle, ass round and heavy, the thin strings disappearing between soft cheeks.

Finn's breath hitched audibly. Hands cupped the plush globes, kneading firmly, thumbs hooking under the thong strings and pulling them taut. The fabric dug in, framing the curves, making them look even fuller. Noah squirmed, thighs pressing together, a high whimper escaping when Finn gave a light, experimental swat—palm connecting with a soft smack that sent a ripple through the flesh.

Noah yelped, then pushed back instinctively, chasing the sting. Finn groaned.

"Bad boy," he muttered, voice thick. "Hiding this from me for two months." Another swat—playful but firmer—right cheek this time. Noah's back arched, head falling forward, dark curls swinging. "This ass... holy fuck, it's huge and soft. I could spend hours just touching it."

He dropped to one knee behind Noah, hands never leaving—kneading, spreading, thumbs tracing the crease where thigh met cheek. Then his mouth followed: open kisses pressed to the small of Noah's back, just above the corset lacing, tongue dipping into the dimples there. Noah's legs shook; he reached back blindly, fingers tangling in Finn's curls for balance.

Finn stood again, spun Noah to face him once more. Pulled him forward until Noah straddled one of Finn's thighs—still standing, but now pressed close, chest to chest. Finn sat on the edge of the bed properly this time, legs spread, guiding Noah between them so the lace-covered cock brushed Finn's stomach with every shaky breath Noah took.

Hands returned to the waist—spanning, squeezing, thumbs rubbing slow circles over the boning. "Look at this waist... so delicate, so perfect for me to hold onto." Finn's voice dropped lower. "You're built like a fucking hourglass, all for me."

Noah whimpered again—louder now, hips rocking forward in tiny, helpless motions. Finn caught his chin, tilted his face up, kissed him deep and filthy: tongue sliding in slow, claiming strokes, teeth catching Noah's swollen bottom lip and tugging. Noah moaned into it, hands clutching Finn's shoulders, nails digging through fabric.

Finn broke the kiss only to trail his mouth lower—collarbone again, then down over the corset. He sucked a nipple through the lace, tongue circling the hard peak until the fabric dampened and clung. Noah's back bowed, a broken whine tearing out of him, hips grinding down harder against Finn's thigh.

"Pretty," Finn breathed against wet lace. "So fucking pretty." He switched sides, sucking harder, one hand sliding down to palm Noah's ass again—kneading, spreading, another light spank that made Noah cry out and buck.

Noah was trembling all over now—blushing so hard his chest flushed pink under the sheer panels, squirming in Finn's hold, whimpering every time Finn's mouth or hands found a new sensitive spot. Shy still, eyes darting away whenever Finn looked up at him, but too far gone to stop the needy little sounds spilling out.

Finn tugged playfully at one thong string—snapping it lightly against skin. Noah gasped, thighs clenching around Finn's.

"I'm about to worship you like the goddess you are," Finn promised, voice wrecked.

He pulled Noah closer—chest to chest again—mouth finding his in another searing kiss while hands roamed: waist, hips, ass, back up to tangle in dark curls. Noah melted into it completely—shy, aroused, whimpering against Finn's lips, body arching and squirming like he couldn't decide whether to hide or beg for more.

Finn's promise hung in the air between them, thick and heavy, like the room itself had thickened with it. Noah's breath came in shallow pants, chest rising and falling fast under the damp lace, nipples peaked and visible through the sheer pink. He was still straddling Finn's thigh, knees bracketing Finn's hips, the friction of denim against his barely-covered cock making every tiny shift feel electric. His hands stayed fisted in Finn's shirt, knuckles white, like letting go might mean falling apart completely.

Finn's mouth crashed back into his—hungrier this time, no preamble. Tongue sweeping deep, tasting every corner, teeth scraping just enough to sting. Noah moaned straight into it, the sound muffled and desperate, vibrating between their lips. His hips rolled forward without permission, grinding down slow and needy against the hard muscle of Finn's thigh. Finn groaned low in response, one hand clamping harder around Noah's tiny waist—fingers digging in until they left faint red imprints on the soft skin above the corset—while the other slid down to grip a full cheek, kneading roughly, spreading him open just enough that the thong string pulled taut and rubbed against his hole.

Noah broke the kiss first, gasping, forehead dropping to Finn's shoulder. "Finn..." It came out wrecked, barely a word, more breath than sound. His voice cracked on the name, high and trembling. "Finn, please—"

Finn's lips found the shell of Noah's ear. "Please what, baby?" He nipped the lobe gently, then soothed it with his tongue. "Tell me. Use your words."

Noah whimpered, hips stuttering forward again. The movement dragged his cock along Finn's thigh, the lace rasping wetly against denim. "Touch me more," he managed, voice small and shy even as his body begged louder than his words. "Please... your hands—everywhere. I—I need—"

Finn didn't make him finish. He stood suddenly—easy, effortless—lifting Noah with him like he weighed nothing. Noah yelped, legs wrapping instinctively around Finn's waist, arms looping tight around his neck. Finn carried him the two steps to the bed, turned, and sat back down with Noah still in his lap—now fully straddling him, thighs spread wide over Finn's hips, lace thong stretched thin and soaked against the bulge in Finn's jeans.

Finn's hands were everywhere at once. One stayed locked on Noah's waist—spanning it completely, thumb stroking the boning like he was obsessed with how small it felt. The other roamed lower: cupping the heavy swell of Noah's ass, squeezing hard enough to make the flesh spill between his fingers, then delivering a sharper smack—crisp, ringing—right where cheek met thigh.

Noah cried out, back arching so hard the corset creaked. "Finn—fuck—"

"Yeah?" Finn's voice was gravel. He spanked again—left cheek this time—watching the way the plush flesh jiggled, reddening under his palm. "Like that?"

Noah nodded frantically, dark curls bouncing, tears of overwhelmed pleasure gathering at the corners of his eyes. "Yes—yes, please—more—"

Finn obliged. Another smack, then another—rhythmic, not cruel, just enough sting to make Noah's cock twitch hard against Finn's stomach every time. Between each one Finn kneaded the reddening skin, thumbs spreading him open again, tugging the thong aside just enough to expose the tight, flushed ring of muscle. Noah sobbed out a broken moan, hips grinding down in helpless circles.

"Look at you," Finn breathed, reverent. "Taking it so good. My pretty boy—my perfect fucking boy." He leaned in, sucked a bruise into the side of Noah's neck—hard enough to mark, soft enough to soothe right after with slow licks. "This ass is mine. Been thinking about it for months. How it jiggles when I spank it. How soft it is when I grab it. How it feels when you're clenching around nothing, begging for me."

Noah's head fell back, throat exposed, a long, keening whine spilling out. "Finn—Finn, please—" His voice cracked again, higher, needier. "I—I can't—it's too much—feels so good—"

Finn's hand slid between them, palming Noah's cock through the lace—slow, firm strokes that made the fabric drag wetly over sensitive skin. Noah bucked into it, thighs trembling, another desperate "Finn" tearing from his throat.

"Shh," Finn murmured against his collarbone, kissing down to the swell of his chest again. He pulled one lace-covered nipple into his mouth—sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak through the fabric until it was soaked and clinging. Noah's whole body jolted, hands flying to Finn's hair, tugging hard enough to hurt.

"Finn—oh God—Finn—" The name came out like a chant now, broken and breathless every time Finn sucked or bit or spanked. Noah was shaking—full-body tremors—blushing from chest to hairline, shy even as he rode Finn's thigh shamelessly, chasing friction like he was starving for it.

Finn switched to the other nipple, sucking even harder, teeth grazing just enough to make Noah cry out loud. His free hand kept working Noah's ass—kneading, spreading, one finger tracing the string where it disappeared between his cheeks, pressing lightly against his hole through the thin fabric.

"You're so wet already," Finn groaned against damp lace. "Can feel it soaking through. My good boy—my gorgeous, desperate boy."

Noah sobbed—actual tears slipping down his flushed cheeks now—not from pain, just from how overwhelming it all was. "Finn—please—don't stop—need you—need more—"

Finn lifted his head, kissed the tears away—soft, reverent—then claimed Noah's mouth again in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Tongues sliding slow and deep, Noah moaning Finn's name right into it, over and over, like a prayer.

Finn broke away just enough to whisper against his swollen lips. "I've got you, baby. Gonna worship every inch. Gonna make you feel so good you forget your own name."

Noah whimpered, nodding frantically, hips grinding down harder. "Finn—Finn—please—"

Finn's thumb brushed the damp corner of Noah's eye one last time, wiping away the last tear before his hand slid back to cradle the nape of Noah's neck. He pulled him in again—slower this time, but deeper, tongue stroking in long, deliberate drags that made Noah's whole body shudder. Noah kissed back like he was drowning, lips swollen and slick, small desperate sounds leaking out every time their mouths parted for air. His hips never stopped moving—tiny, helpless rolls against Finn's thigh, the soaked lace of the thong dragging wetly over denim, the friction making him whimper Finn's name into every exhale.

Finn broke the kiss with a soft, wet sound, breathing hard against Noah's mouth. "Need you closer," he rasped. His hands shifted—one arm banding around Noah's tiny waist like iron, the other sliding under his ass to lift him just enough. Noah made a startled, needy noise as Finn pulled him fully onto his lap—straddling him properly now, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of Finn's hips, chests flush, lace-covered cock trapped hot and leaking against Finn's stomach through his shirt.

Noah's arms looped around Finn's neck instinctively, fingers threading into dark curls. Finn's hand in his hair tightened—not pulling, just holding—angling Noah's head so he could kiss him again: sloppy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding messy and uncoordinated now, all heat and desperation. Finn controlled the pace—slow when Noah tried to rush, deep when Noah tried to pull back for breath—making sure every stroke of tongue felt deliberate, possessive. Noah moaned loud into it, the sound vibrating straight down Finn's spine, hips grinding down harder in helpless little circles.

"Finn—" Noah gasped when they broke for air, voice wrecked and high. "Finn—kiss me—don't stop—"

Finn obliged—mouth crashing back, swallowing the next whimper. His free hand roamed up Noah's back, fingers finding the loose satin strings at the back of the corset. He tugged one gently, testing, then reached for the nightstand without breaking the kiss. A soft silk scarf—black, thin, one Noah sometimes used as a hair tie—came into his hand.

Finn pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing Noah's as he did. "Baby." His voice was low, careful. "Want to tie your hands. Behind your back. Keep you still while I take care of you." He held up the scarf, thumb stroking Noah's cheek. "That okay?"

Noah's eyes fluttered open—watery, pupils blown, lashes clumped with leftover tears. He looked at the scarf, then at Finn, then nodded fast—small, eager jerks of his head. "Yes," he breathed, voice trembling. "Please. Want it—want you to—"

Finn kissed him once—soft, grounding—then guided Noah's arms behind his back. Noah went willingly, wrists crossing at the small of his back, corset strings brushing skin. Finn looped the scarf around them—loose enough to slip free if Noah really wanted, but firm enough to hold—tying a simple knot. He checked it twice, fingers sliding under the silk to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Good?" Finn murmured, kissing the corner of Noah's mouth.

Noah tested the binding—small tug, wrists secure. A fresh shiver ran through him. "Good," he whispered, voice cracking. "Finn—good—"

Finn groaned low in his throat. "Fuck, you're perfect." He kissed him again—deeper, filthier—hand fisting in dark curls, the other sliding down to grip Noah's ass hard, pulling him flush so their cocks ground together through layers of fabric. Noah moaned loud, head falling back, throat exposed. Finn took the invitation—mouth on his neck, sucking another bruise while his hips rolled up in slow, deliberate thrusts that made Noah whine and squirm.

But Finn needed more.

He lifted Noah off his lap in one smooth motion—strong arms, easy strength—setting him on his knees on the floor between Finn's spread legs. Noah blinked up at him, dazed, lips parted and glistening, dark curls mussed.

Finn stood slowly, towering over him. Noah's eyes dropped immediately—to the thick bulge straining Finn's jeans. His mouth watered visibly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

Finn's fingers went to his zipper—slow, deliberate. The sound of it coming down was obscene in the quiet room. He shoved jeans and boxers down just enough, freeing himself.

Finn's cock sprang out—heavy, long, thick, veins standing out along the shaft, flushed dark at the head, already leaking. It bobbed once, thick and intimidating, easily nine inches, girthy enough that Noah's eyes widened.

Noah made a broken, needy sound—half whimper, half sob. "Finn..." His voice cracked. "Missed it so much—missed your cock—please—"

Finn cupped Noah's face with both hands—gentle but firm—tilting it up so their eyes locked. "Look at me, baby." Noah did—watery doe eyes, lashes wet, cheeks rosy-flushed, plump lips parted and shining. Finn's thumb traced the bow of Noah's upper lip. "Gonna let you have it. All of it."

Noah leaned forward eagerly, but Finn held him back—just enough to tease. "Slow," he said. "Wanna feel every second."

Noah nodded frantically. Finn guided the head to Noah's lips—hot, slick, smearing pre-cum across the plush bottom one. Noah's tongue flicked out immediately, lapping at it like he was starving. Finn groaned, hips twitching.

Noah opened wider—slow, careful—taking the head into his mouth. His lips stretched around the girth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked gently. Finn's hand stayed in his hair—light, guiding, not forcing. Noah moaned around him, the vibration making Finn's thighs tense.

He took more—slow slides down the shaft, tongue flat along the underside, cheeks hollowed. When he reached halfway, his throat fluttered—gagging softly—but he pushed further, eyes watering again, determined. Finn watched, wrecked.

"God, look at you," Finn rasped. "Taking me so deep—my pretty boy—fuck—"

Noah pulled back for air—gasping, strings of spit connecting lips to cock—then dove back down, deeper this time. His throat opened, muscles working, until his nose brushed Finn's pelvis. He gagged hard—tears spilling—but held, swallowing around the length.

Finn's control frayed. He reached forward, hand landing on Noah's upturned ass—still high and presented, back arched beautifully in the pink lace. He spanked—sharp, ringing—right cheek first. Noah moaned loud around Finn's cock, the vibration ripping a curse from Finn's throat.

Another spank—left cheek. Noah's ass jiggled, reddening fast. Each smack made him moan harder—vibrations traveling straight up Finn's shaft. Finn kept the rhythm steady—smack, moan, thrust shallow into Noah's throat—spanking in time with Noah's bobs.

"You're so fucking good," Finn panted. "Taking my cock like you were made for it—ass up, mouth full, crying for me—perfect—fuck—"

Noah's eyes flicked up—watery, doll-like, lashes clumped, cheeks flushed crimson, plump lips stretched wide around thick length, tears tracking down his face. The sight hit Finn like a punch.

He cupped Noah's face with both hands—gentle now—holding him still while he looked. "Fuck—baby—look at you." His voice cracked. "Those eyes—those lips wrapped around me—ass so big and red—still in that pretty lace—Jesus, Noah—"

Noah whined around him—desperate, pleading—pushing forward to take him deeper. Finn lost it.

He started thrusting—slow at first, shallow, then deeper—fucking Noah's throat in careful, controlled strokes. Noah gagged, tears streaming, but he took it—moaning Finn's name around every thrust, muffled and wrecked.

Finn's hand kept spanking—harder now, steady rhythm—each smack making Noah clench and moan louder, vibrations pushing Finn closer.

"Close—fuck—gonna come—"

Noah pulled off just enough to gasp, "In my mouth—please—Finn—want it—"

Finn groaned—deep, broken. He thrust once more—deep—holding Noah's head still as he came—hot, thick spurts down Noah's throat. Noah swallowed greedily—moaning around him, throat working, tears still falling. Finn shuddered through it, hips jerking, praising nonstop.

"Good boy—fuck—swallow it all—my perfect boy—"

When he finished, Finn pulled out slowly—cock slick and softening. Noah gasped for air, lips swollen, chin messy with spit and cum. He looked up—dazed, wrecked, beautiful.

Finn dropped to his knees immediately—cupping Noah's face, kissing him deep, tasting himself on Noah's tongue. "You okay?" he whispered, thumbs wiping tears.

Noah nodded—shaky, smiling through the mess. "Finn... more. Please."

Finn laughed—soft, wrecked—and kissed him again. "Oh, baby. We're just getting started."

Finn eased Noah down onto the bed with careful hands, guiding him until his back hit the sheets. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Finn settled between Noah's spread thighs, wrists still loosely bound behind his back with the silk scarf. Noah's dark curls fanned out across the pillow, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted on shallow breaths. His chest rose and fell fast under the damp corset, nipples hard and visible through the sheer pink lace, cock straining against the soaked thong, a dark wet spot blooming at the front, pre-cum leaking steadily and pooling in the dip of his stomach.

Finn paused for a second—just looking. Noah squirmed under the gaze, thighs pressing together instinctively, but Finn's hands were already there—gentle but firm—pushing them wide again. "Stay open for me, baby," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Let me see all of you."

Noah whimpered, head tipping back. "Finn..."

Finn leaned down, starting slow. Open-mouthed kisses along Noah's collarbone first—soft, reverent—then lower, tracing the upper edge of the corset with his tongue. He paused at the cinched waist, hands spanning it again, thumbs stroking the boning like he couldn't believe how small it still felt even now.

"This tiny waist drives me insane," Finn breathed against skin, voice thick with awe. "It's like it was made for my hands—fuck, look how perfectly they fit." He squeezed gently, then harder, thumbs pressing into the soft dip above Noah's hips until Noah arched with a sharp gasp. Finn followed with his mouth—licking slow, wet stripes along the narrow curve, sucking faint red marks into the pale skin just above the corset lacing. Each pull of his lips made Noah's stomach flutter, hips jerking up helplessly.

"Finn—please—" Noah's voice cracked, high and needy. "More—"

"Not yet, pretty." Finn kissed lower, trailing down the sheer panel over Noah's ribs, tongue dipping into the soft dip of his navel. "Let me enjoy you first."

Noah whined, wrists tugging uselessly at the scarf, body trembling. Finn's hands slid to Noah's thighs—palms smoothing over the lace thigh-highs, thumbs tracing the tops where they dug into plush flesh, creating those gentle rolls. He kissed along the lace edge—open-mouthed, tongue flicking against sensitive skin just above the band—then lower, sucking lightly at the inner thigh until Noah's legs shook.

"God, these thighs," Finn groaned. "So thick—so soft. Could bury my face here forever."

He turned his attention to Noah's ass then—hands sliding under, cupping the full, heavy cheeks, lifting them slightly so Noah's hips tilted up. The thong was already pulled aside from earlier teasing; Finn left it like that for a moment, strings framing the flushed, slick hole, but then he leaned in closer—nose brushing the soft skin just above the waistband of the thong.

Finn hooked his teeth gently into the thin lace string at Noah's hip—tugging playfully first, letting it snap back against skin with a soft smack. Noah yelped, hips bucking. Finn did it again—slower this time—teeth catching the string, pulling it away from skin, then releasing. Noah moaned—loud, broken—thighs trembling.

Then Finn moved to the center—teeth grazing the thin waistband of the thong where it sat low on Noah's hips. He bit down carefully—not hard, just enough to hold—and pulled. The lace stretched, sliding down inch by inch over the curve of Noah's ass as Finn dragged it with his mouth. Noah's breath hitched—sharp, desperate—hips lifting instinctively to help.

Finn kept going—slow, deliberate—teeth tugging the fabric lower, tongue flicking out to taste skin as it was exposed. The thong slipped past the fullest part of Noah's cheeks, strings catching briefly before Finn used his tongue to nudge them free. He pulled the front down too—teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Noah's lower stomach, then lower still—until the soaked lace finally cleared Noah's cock, which sprang free, hard and leaking, slapping wetly against his stomach.

Finn finished with his mouth—tongue lapping once at the head of Noah's cock as he dragged the thong the rest of the way down Noah's thighs, then off completely with a final tug of his teeth. He tossed the soaked scrap aside, eyes dark and hungry as he looked up at Noah—now bare from the waist down except for the corset and thigh-highs, hole slick and twitching, cock dripping steadily.

Noah sobbed—overwhelmed, needy. "Finn—please—"

Finn spread him gently—thumbs hooking under the plush cheeks, pulling them apart wide. Noah's hole fluttered—pink, slick from earlier spit and arousal, clenching around nothing. Finn groaned low in his throat.

"Taste so good already," he rasped. "Your ass is a work of art—big, round, and all mine to devour."

The first lick was slow—flat tongue dragging from perineum to hole in one long, deliberate stroke. Noah cried out, back bowing off the bed, wrists straining against the scarf. Finn groaned against him—deep, filthy—then did it again, tongue circling the tight rim, teasing the edges before pressing flat and licking inside.

Noah's whole body jerked. "Finn—oh God—"

Finn ate him like he was starving—tongue pressing in deep, slow thrusts, then circling, then flattening to lap broad and wet. His hands never stopped—squeezing the plush cheeks hard, thumbs digging into soft flesh, spreading him wider with every pass. He kneaded roughly—palms full of the heavy curves, fingers sinking in until the flesh spilled between them—then released, watching it jiggle before squeezing again.

Every few licks he pulled back just enough to spank—sharp, ringing smacks that made the reddened flesh ripple and bounce. Each impact sent Noah sobbing louder, hole clenching around Finn's tongue, more slick leaking out. Finn caught it—lapping it up greedily—then thrust his tongue deeper, fucking Noah with slow, steady strokes while one hand kept spanking—left cheek, right cheek, alternating—each smack timed to Noah's moans.

"You're dripping for me," Finn growled between licks, voice muffled against skin. "So fucking wet—look at you clenching—begging for more." He sucked lightly at the rim—pulling the tight muscle into his mouth—then thrust back in, tongue curling, swirling, pressing against the sensitive walls inside. His hands squeezed harder—thumbs spreading Noah open even wider—then one palm came down again—harder this time—making Noah's ass jiggle violently, hole fluttering wildly around Finn's tongue.

Noah was shaking—full-body tremors—tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, hips grinding back desperately, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets, leaving dark wet spots. "Finn—please—more—can't—too much—"

Finn pulled back for a second—only to deliver another hard spank, watching the red bloom brighter—then dove back in—tongue pressing deep, swirling, sucking. He alternated—long, slow licks from balls to hole, then quick flicks against the rim, then deep thrusts that had Noah sobbing his name over and over.

He kept going—relentless—tongue thrusting, circling, sucking, hands squeezing and spanking in rhythm. Noah's hole was soaked now—dripping with spit, clenching every time Finn's tongue pressed inside, ass cheeks glowing red from the constant attention. Pre-cum pooled on Noah's stomach, running in thin rivulets down his sides, soaking into the corset. His sobs turned to broken chants—Finn's name over and over—voice wrecked, body shaking.

"Finn—Finn—I'm—please—need you—"

Finn finally pulled back—lips shiny, chin wet—watching Noah writhe, ass red and glistening, hole twitching and empty, slick running down his thighs.

"You're perfect," he whispered, voice hoarse. "So fucking perfect. Ready for more?"

Noah nodded frantically—tears streaming, hips still pushing back. "Yes—Finn—please—need you inside—"

Finn kissed one reddened cheek softly, then the other—then moved up, hands sliding under Noah's waist to flip him carefully onto his stomach. Ass up, face-down, wrists still bound, thighs spread wide.

Finn settled behind him—hands on hips, thumbs stroking the cinched waist one last time.

"Gonna take care of you now, baby," he promised. "Gonna fill you up—just like you need."

Noah whimpered, pushing back. "Finn—please—"

Finn kissed the small of Noah's back one last time—lips lingering on the warm, sweat-slick skin just above the corset lacing—before straightening up slightly, his breath still coming in heavy pants from the taste of Noah lingering on his tongue. Noah's ass was a sight—cheeks glowing red from the earlier spanks, plush and jiggling faintly with every desperate shift of his hips, hole pink and slick, fluttering emptily as slick dripped down his thighs in slow, shiny trails. The lace thigh-highs clung to his thick legs, tops digging into the soft flesh, and the corset still hugged his tiny waist like a vice, pushing his plump chest forward against the sheets. Noah's cock hung heavy between his legs—untouched, leaking steadily onto the mattress, pre-cum forming a dark, wet patch that spread with every twitch.

Finn reached for the lube on the nightstand—fingers wrapping around the cool bottle, cap flipping open with that familiar soft click that made Noah's breath hitch audibly, his bound wrists tugging uselessly at the scarf behind his back. "Gonna get you ready now, baby," Finn murmured, voice low and rough, pouring a generous amount onto his long fingers—the clear gel glistening as he rubbed it between them, warming it slowly, the slick sounds filling the room like a tease. His fingers were long—elegant, musician's hands with calluses from guitar strings—but right now, they were made for this, for opening Noah up inch by inch.

Noah pushed back again—desperate, needy—his voice a broken whisper muffled against the pillow. "Finn—please—need your fingers—need you inside—"

Finn leaned over him—chest brushing Noah's back lightly, free hand stroking the cinched curve of his tiny waist soothingly—then pressed the tip of his index finger against the slick rim. He circled slow—teasing loops, tracing the fluttering muscle, coating it thoroughly. Noah whimpered—high and trembling—hips rocking back instinctively. Finn pushed in—slow, so agonizingly slow—just the tip breaching the tight ring, parting it gently with the warmth of the lube. Noah gasped—sharp and breathy—his body tensing for a split second, thighs quivering under the thigh-highs, then melting as Finn held still, letting him adjust to the initial intrusion.

"Fuck," Noah breathed, voice cracking. "Your finger—feels so deep already—Finn—"

Finn groaned low in his throat—pressing a kiss to Noah's shoulder—then sank deeper, inch by inch, his long finger sliding in smoothly, the warmth enveloping him like velvet. Noah moaned—long and low—the sound vibrating through his chest, back arching further to lift his ass higher, hole fluttering around the digit. Finn crooked it gently—curling upward, stroking the soft, ridged walls inside with feather-light pressure—searching deliberately. When he brushed that spot—Noah's prostate, swollen and sensitive from the rimming—his whole body jolted like a live wire, cock twitching hard beneath him, leaking another thick spurt of pre-cum onto the sheets.

"Finn—there—oh fuck—" Noah cried out, voice breaking on the words, tears welling up again in his eyes from the spark of pleasure that shot straight to his core, making his bound wrists strain against the scarf, fingers flexing helplessly.

Finn rubbed slow, firm circles over it—gentle but insistent pressure—watching Noah's reactions intently: the way his thighs quivered under the lace, how his tiny waist dipped further under Finn's other hand, how his hole clenched rhythmically around the single finger, pulling it deeper. "That's it, baby," Finn praised, voice gravelly with want, leaning down to nip lightly at Noah's earlobe. "Feel how deep I can reach? My finger making you leak all over. You're doing so well—clenching so pretty for me."

He twisted the finger slightly—rotating it inside, stretching the walls a little more with the length of it—then pulled back halfway, thrusting in again slow and deep, curling against that spot on every pass. Noah's moans turned constant—broken, breathless—hips rocking back to meet the gentle thrusts, ass cheeks clenching with each movement, the red marks from earlier spanks blooming brighter under the motion. "Finn—deeper—please—feels so good—your finger—so long—hitting me—don't stop—"

Finn added a light spank with his free hand—palm connecting softly with the already-reddened cheek, the smack echoing lightly, making the flesh jiggle and Noah yelp in surprise, hole fluttering tighter around the finger. "Patience, pretty," Finn whispered, stroking the spot again—firmer this time—drawing out a long, keening whine that made Noah's cock twitch and leak more, pre-cum dribbling in thin strings down his thighs. He kept the rhythm unhurried—finger sliding in and out, curling, rubbing—building the pressure gradually, watching Noah's body respond: sweat beading on his skin, mixing with the lube and spit, thighs shaking so hard the lace thigh-highs rasped against the sheets.

"You're taking my finger so beautifully," Finn continued, praises spilling out between kisses to Noah's spine, his long finger thrusting deeper now, bottoming out with every slide, knuckle brushing the rim. "Look at you—hole swallowing me whole—clenching tight every time I hit that spot. My good boy—my perfect, needy boy. Gonna add another soon—stretch you open wider for my cock—make you feel every inch."

Noah was trembling now—sweat-slick and desperate—voice breaking on every moan. "Finn—yes—please—need more—your fingers—want them deeper—"

Finn slicked his middle finger with more lube—rubbing it against the first one, the wet sounds making Noah whine in anticipation—then pressed both tips against the rim, circling slowly to tease the muscle, feeling it flutter under the pressure. Noah pushed back—desperate, hips lifting higher—moaning loud when the second finger finally breached, sliding in alongside the first. The stretch burned—delicious and intense—Noah's hole clenching hard around them, body tensing then relaxing as Finn held still again, letting him adjust to the added girth, the length of both fingers pressing deeper than one could alone.

"Fuck, so deep—" Noah gasped, voice cracking higher, tears slipping down his cheeks from the overwhelming fullness, his bound wrists tugging harder at the scarf, fingers flexing in frustration.

Finn scissored them gently—spreading the fingers apart inside, stretching the tight walls with slow, careful movements—then pushed deeper, curling both against that spot. Noah sobbed—loud, broken—hips bucking back wildly, cock twitching untouched, more pre-cum dribbling out in thick drops. Finn kept the pace slow—fingers thrusting in and out in tandem, scissoring wider with each slide, rubbing firm circles over the prostate until Noah's moans turned to chants of his name, body arching and shaking under the torment.

"Finn—Finn—there—harder—your fingers—stretching me—feels so good—don't stop—"

"You're doing so well," Finn groaned, free hand spanking lightly again—once on each cheek—making Noah clench tighter, the sting heightening the pleasure inside. "Look how you grip them—hole stretching for my fingers—taking them like a champ. My perfect boy—leaking all over from just this—gonna scissor you wider, make you ready for my cock."

He twisted the fingers—slow, deep rotations—spreading Noah even wider, then thrusting faster but still controlled, curling hard against that spot on every in-stroke, the length of them reaching deeper, brushing places that made Noah see stars. Noah was babbling now—tears streaming freely, body shaking— "Finn—close—I'm—please—let me—your fingers—too deep—gonna come—"

Finn slowed immediately—fingers stilling inside him—thumb of his free hand rubbing soothing circles over the rim, feeling it clench desperately. "Not yet, pretty. Hold it for me. Wanna feel you come on my cock—clench around me when I ruin you."

Noah sobbed—frustrated, desperate—hips grinding back uselessly, hole fluttering around the fingers, pre-cum running in rivulets down his thighs. "Finn—no—please—need—can't hold—your fingers—too long—it hurts—"

"You can," Finn whispered, kissing his spine again—soft, grounding—then scissoring once more—wide, stretching—drawing out another broken moan before withdrawing his fingers slowly, inch by inch, watching the slick hole gape slightly, clenching emptily, dripping with lube. "So ready for me now—stretched just enough—still so fucking tight, baby. No matter how many times I fuck you, your hole's always tight like the first time—gripping me like it doesn't want to let go."

Noah whimpered at the emptiness—pushing back desperately—voice a plea. "Finn—please—need your cock—fill me—ruin me—"

Finn stroked himself once—coating his thick length in more lube, the slick sound making Noah moan louder—then lined up, head nudging the slick, fluttering rim—circling slow, pressing just enough to part the muscle without entering, teasing the stretch. Noah's hole clenched—desperate—trying to pull him in.

"Ready, baby?" Finn asked, voice strained with want, hands clamping tightly around Noah's tiny waist again—thumbs pressing into the soft dip above his hips, fingers almost meeting at the small of his back, the corset boning digging into his palms.

Noah nodded frantically—pushing back. "Yes—Finn—please—need you inside—now—big—your cock—want it—"

Finn pushed in—slow, so slow—just the thick head breaching the tight ring, stretching it wide around his girth. Noah gasped—sharp, breathy—body tensing for a split second, thighs quivering under the thigh-highs, hole fluttering wildly around the intrusion. The burn was intense—delicious—Finn's cock thicker than his fingers, the head popping past the rim with a soft, wet sound. Finn held still—groaning low—letting Noah adjust, hands gripping the waist like anchors.

"Fuck—tight—so fucking tight," Finn groaned, fingers digging into the soft skin, leaving faint red marks. "Even after everything—your hole's still gripping me like it's the first time—fuck, baby—perfect."

Noah sobbed—voice high and broken—tears slipping down his cheeks. "Finn—big—so big—please—more—"

Finn sank deeper—incremental, careful—inch by agonizing inch—watching Noah's back arch, dark curls spilling across the pillow as he moaned long and low, the sound vibrating through his body. The slide was smooth—slick from lube—but the stretch made Noah's hole flutter wildly, gripping every vein along Finn's thick length, the girth forcing him open wider with every push. When he bottomed out—hips flush against Noah's ass, balls pressed tight against the perineum—both of them shuddered, Finn's groan mixing with Noah's sob, the fullness making Noah's cock twitch and leak more.

Finn leaned over him—chest to back—kissing the nape of Noah's neck softly, breath hot and ragged. "You okay? Feel me—all the way inside? Stretching you so full?"

Noah nodded—voice wrecked, tears streaming. "Yes—Finn—so full—big—please—move—need you—ruin me—"

Finn started slow—pulling out almost all the way, the drag of his thick cock against Noah's walls making him whine high and desperate—then sliding back in deep, deliberate, bottoming out with a soft slap of skin on skin. Each thrust was measured—slow pull out, feeling every clench, every flutter of the tight hole gripping him like a vice—then deep push in, grinding against that spot inside, making Noah sob louder with every hit. Hands stayed clamped on the tiny waist—thumbs stroking the cinched curve under the corset, fingers digging in for leverage, pulling Noah back onto his cock with every thrust.

"Finn—deeper—please—your cock—big—stretching me—feels so good—"

Finn praised nonstop—voice rough, breathless between thrusts. "Look at you—taking my big cock so deep—ass swallowing every inch—fuck, you're gorgeous. My pretty boy—clenching so tight around me—gripping me like you never want me to leave."

He built the pace gradually—slow to steady—thrusts deep and measured, cock dragging relentlessly against Noah's prostate on every in-stroke, making him sob louder, body shaking under the assault. Every few thrusts he spanked—sharp, ringing—right cheek, left cheek—hand landing with a crisp smack that made Noah arch higher, hole gripping tighter, ass jiggling with every impact, the red blooming brighter under the corset-framed view.

"Finn—harder—please—ruin me—your cock—so big—filling me—"

Finn groaned—control fraying at the plea. He sped up—thrusts sharper, deeper—hips snapping forward with force, balls slapping against Noah's ass in a steady rhythm. The bed creaked under them, sheets tangling as Finn fucked harder—ruining Noah's hole with punishing strokes, cock stretching him wide, slamming against that spot over and over, the girth forcing whimpers and sobs from Noah's throat.

"You're so good," Finn panted, sweat dripping down his back, hands gripping the waist bruisingly tight. "Taking it like you were born for it—my pretty boy—my perfect little slut—fuck—listen to those moans—sobbing for my cock”

He slowed suddenly—pulling out almost completely, head just breaching the rim—then slammed back in deep, grinding hard against the prostate. Noah sobbed—frustrated, desperate—pushing back uselessly, hole fluttering around the thickness.

"Finn—no—please—don't stop—need it—your cock..."

"Not yet," Finn whispered, repeating the slow pull-out, hard thrust-in—edging Noah deliberately, holding him still by the tiny waist like a vice, thumbs pressing into the soft skin under the corset. "Wanna feel you shake—clench around my big cock—beg for it—show me how tight you stay for me."

Noah's moans turned to sobs—broken, wrecked—cock leaking steadily, untouched, smearing pre-cum across the sheets in thick strings, hole gaping slightly on every pull-out, then stretching wide again on the thrust in. "Finn—please—I'm—close—let me—"

Finn reached for the nightstand once more—grabbing another scarf, this one soft black silk—then leaned over Noah, voice low and commanding. "Gonna blindfold you, baby. Want you to feel everything—hear every word—rely on my voice, my touch."

Noah whimpered—nodding frantically—eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. "Yes—Finn—please—blindfold me—make me yours—"

Finn wrapped the silk around Noah's eyes—gentle but firm—tying it snug at the back of his head, the fabric cool against his heated skin. The world went dark for Noah—every sound amplified, every brush of Finn's fingers electric. His breathing quickened—chest heaving under the corset—body trembling harder now that sight was gone.

Finn kissed his temple—soft, possessive. "Good boy. Now you feel me even more."

He resumed thrusting—slow at first—pulling out almost completely, then sliding back in deep, letting Noah feel every inch, every vein, every ridge as his thick cock stretched him open again. Noah moaned louder—voice echoing in the darkness—hips pushing back blindly, seeking more.

"Arch that back higher," Finn commanded, voice low and dominant, one hand pressing lightly between Noah's shoulder blades to pin him down just enough, the other still clamped on his tiny waist. "Show off that ass—let me see how pretty it looks taking my cock."

Noah obeyed—back arching sharply—ass lifting higher, hole clenching tighter around Finn as he thrust in deep. Finn groaned—praise spilling out. "That's it—good boy—look at you—ass up, hole gripping me so tight—perfect little thing."

He controlled the rhythm—slow, teasing thrusts that dragged against Noah's prostate—then sudden deep snaps that made Noah cry out. Every time Noah's moans grew too frantic—hips bucking wildly—Finn slowed, pulling almost out, holding still inside him, whispering against his ear. "Not yet, hold it for me. Be my good boy—wait till I say."

Noah sobbed—frustrated, desperate—blindfolded, pinned lightly, body shaking. "Finn—please—need to come—your cock—too big—I can't—"

Finn spanked him—sharp, ringing—then soothed the sting with a slow grind inside, cock pressing hard against that spot. "You can. My perfect boy, hold it for me."

He built the pace again—thrusts deep and measured, then faster, harder—ruining Noah slowly, deliberately, every movement controlled, every spank timed to make him clench, every praise making him whimper louder in the darkness.

"You're stunning," Finn growled between thrusts. "Ass red and marked just for me—hole stretched around my big cock—clenching so pretty—moan for me, baby—let me hear how good I make you feel."

Noah did—moans turning to sobs—body shaking, blindfolded and pinned, completely at Finn's mercy, hole fluttering wildly around the thick length as Finn kept edging him, never letting him tip over. "Finn—please—I'm—begging—need—"

"Not yet," Finn whispered again, slowing to a torturous grind, cock buried deep, hands pinning Noah down lightly. "Be my good boy, okay? hold it. Show me how tight you can stay for me."

Noah's sobs echoed—desperate, wrecked—body trembling on the edge, hole clenching rhythmically around Finn's cock, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the darkness. Finn kept him there—thrusting slow and deep, spanking lightly, praising nonstop—drawing out every sensation, every moan, every plea.

Finn kept the slow grind going—cock buried deep, hips rolling in lazy circles that dragged the thick head against Noah's prostate over and over. It was never quite enough to tip him over, just enough to leave him trembling, teetering on the edge. Noah's blindfolded face was already ruined—cheeks dark with heat, tears darkening the silk, lips swollen and parted, a thin trail of drool escaping with every ragged moan. His body quivered with the slightest shift, hole fluttering around Finn's length in desperate little pulses, ass still flushed and tender from the spanks, jiggling softly whenever his hips jerked in frustration.

"Finn… please…" Noah sobbed, voice raw and cracking, wrists straining uselessly against the scarf. "Can't… need to come, please…"

Finn groaned low, control hanging by a thread, then pulled out almost to the tip. The slick drag wrenched a high, broken whine from Noah's throat. In one fluid motion he flipped him—strong hands on that tiny waist lifting and turning Noah until he straddled Finn's hips, knees sinking deep into the mattress. The blindfold stayed firmly in place, plunging everything into darkness and making every brush of skin, every sound, feel sharper. The corset still clung to his chest, thigh-highs gripping his trembling thighs, cock hard and dripping against Finn's stomach.

Noah gasped—disoriented, blind—hips twitching forward as Finn guided him down, the blunt head nudging his entrance once more.

"Ride me, baby," Finn commanded, voice thick with hunger, hands returning to Noah's waist—thumbs digging into the soft hollows above his hips, fingers nearly meeting at the small of his back beneath the corset. "Show me how gorgeous you look falling apart on my cock."

Noah nodded frantically—tears seeping into the silk—then sank down slowly, taking him inch by thick inch. The stretch reignited, Finn's girth forcing him open wider in this new angle, pressing harder against that spot inside. Noah moaned—long and shattered—head tipping back, dark curls spilling wildly, blindfolded face angled toward the ceiling as he seated himself fully, ass flush against Finn's hips.

"Fuck… yes…" Noah whimpered, hips stuttering forward, cock smearing wetly across Finn's abs. "So big… Finn…"

Finn's hands took control—lifting Noah by the waist, then guiding him back down in measured strokes, letting him feel every ridge, every vein as he was stretched and filled again. Noah's ass rose and fell with each controlled drop—plush curves bouncing softly, red handprints glowing under the motion, hole gripping tight on every lift.

"You're the most beautiful when you're falling apart like this," Finn rasped, voice heavy with reverence, one hand sliding down to knead a full cheek—fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, spreading him open just enough—while the other remained locked on his tiny waist, dictating the rhythm. "Riding me blindfolded… ass bouncing so pretty… moaning like that… crying for me… fuck, baby, you're perfect."

Noah's sobs came higher, needier—hips rolling faster, chasing the friction, cock leaking steadily across Finn's stomach in slick streaks. "Finn… Finn… feels so good… your hands on my waist… squeezing my ass… please… more…"

Finn delivered a sharp spank—crisp and ringing—then another, making Noah's cheeks ripple, hole fluttering harder around him. "That's it… bounce for me… show off that gorgeous ass… let me feel how tight you stay even when you're riding me like this."

Noah obeyed—hips rising and falling quicker—cheeks bouncing rhythmically with each drop, blindfold soaked, face flushed and tear-streaked, lips parted as drool slipped from the corner of his mouth. His moans spilled constant and broken—Finn's name woven through every sob like a chant. "Finn… Finn… big… stretching me… your hands… squeezing… so good… please…"

Finn's grip tightened—one palm kneading the plush flesh hard, thumb brushing the stretched rim where his cock disappeared inside—while the other stayed firm on Noah's waist, guiding him up and down, controlling every depth and speed. "Moan louder, baby… let me hear how good I make you feel… crying so pretty… god, that ass bouncing like that… you're fucking gorgeous… my perfect little thing."

Noah's body trembled—shivers running through him—cock leaking profusely, untouched, painting Finn's stomach in thick, glistening trails. His blindfolded face was a complete wreck—cheeks burning, tears streaming, lips swollen and slick with drool, moans escalating into high, wrecked cries. "Finn… please… I'm… close…"

Finn slowed deliberately—hands clamping harder on Noah's waist, holding him still with just the head inside, teasing the stretch. "Not yet," he growled softly, voice dark and commanding. "Hold it for me, pretty. Wait till I say. Feel how tight you still are?"

Noah sobbed—frustrated, desperate—hips twitching uselessly, blindfolded and pinned by Finn's hold, body quaking on the edge. "Finn… no… please… need to come…"

Finn lifted him slightly—then pulled him back down in a slow, deep grind against that spot—then lifted again, controlling every motion, edging him mercilessly. "Arch that back higher," he ordered, one hand sliding up to press lightly between Noah's shoulder blades, pinning him forward while the other squeezed his ass hard. "Show off that pretty ass… let me watch it bounce while you ride me… moan for me, baby… let me hear how desperate you are."

Noah obeyed—back bowing sharply—ass lifting higher, cheeks jiggling with every controlled descent, hole clenching tight around Finn's thick length. His cries echoed—raw, broken—drool slipping from parted lips, blindfold drenched, cheeks flushed and tear-streaked. "Finn… Finn… please… I'm… begging…"

Finn spanked him again—hard—then soothed with a slow grind inside, cock pressing deep. "That's my good boy… fuck, Noah, you're so pretty."

He kept the rhythm torturous—lifting Noah up, then pulling him down slow and deep—edging him relentlessly, hands roaming: squeezing the tiny waist, kneading the plush cheeks, spanking lightly between each drop. Noah's sobs grew louder—voice fracturing—body shaking violently, cock leaking steadily, untouched, the blindfold amplifying every touch, every thrust, every word of praise.

Finn slowed again—holding Noah still with just the head inside—hands clamping tight on his waist. "Not yet, baby. Hold it. Be my good sub… feel every inch… feel how tight you stay for me… beg prettier."

Noah sobbed—desperate, wrecked—hips twitching, blindfolded face tilted back, drool slipping from his lips, cheeks flushed crimson. "Finn… please… begging… need you… your cock… ruining me… hands on my waist… squeezing my ass… please… let me come… love you… please…"

Finn groaned—control fraying—then started again—slow, deep thrusts—building once more, hands guiding Noah's hips, squeezing his ass hard, spanking between each drop, praising nonstop.

"You're the most beautiful when you're falling apart like this," Finn rasped, voice breaking with want. "Come for me, baby… you've earned it… clench around my cock… let go…"

Noah shattered—body convulsing violently, hole clenching tight like a vice around Finn's cock, milking him hard. He sobbed Finn's name—loud, broken, endless—tears soaking the blindfold, hips grinding back desperately as his orgasm ripped through him, cock spurting untouched across Finn's stomach in hot, thick ropes, soaking everything between them.

Finn fucked him through it—thrusting harder, chasing his own release—groaning low and wrecked as the clenching pulled him over. He buried deep—one last brutal thrust—coming hard, hot, thick spurts filling Noah to overflowing, hips stuttering erratically, praises spilling out between gasps.

"Fuck… baby… yes… take it… all of it… my perfect boy… so gorgeous when you let go…"

They collapsed together—Finn still inside, chest heaving against Noah's back, hands loosening on his waist to stroke gently.

Finn kissed the nape of Noah's neck—soft, reverent—then reached up to untie the blindfold carefully, slipping it off. Noah blinked against the sudden light—eyes red-rimmed, teary—smiling shakily through the mess.

Finn untied the scarf from his wrists next—rubbing the faint marks gently, kissing each one softly. "You okay, baby?" he whispered, voice tender now.

Noah nodded—voice hoarse. "Finn… so good. Love you."

Finn smiled—soft, wrecked—pulling Noah into his arms, tugging the blanket over their sweat-slick bodies. Noah snuggled close—still trembling slightly—face buried in Finn's neck, breathing evening out.

Finn stroked his hair—slow, soothing—then his waist, tracing the corset gently. "You were amazing, baby. Thank you for the surprise…? I'll dream about it forever."

Noah sighed—content, sleepy—voice a whisper. "Missed this… missed you."

Finn kissed his forehead—soft, lingering. "Missed you too. Next time, I'll bring something like this for you to wear again, I'm obsessed, babe." he joked lightly.

Noah laughed—soft, tired—snuggling closer. "Deal."

They stayed like that—tangled together, breathing slowing, the room quiet except for their soft murmurs and the occasional kiss—circling back to fluff, to warmth, to the simple comfort of finally being together after so long.