Finny was tired. He had been working a long shift today, and as he walked home, he wondered what his boyfriend, Bard, was doing.
Today was Finny’s birthday. Everyone at work had been really good to him today. He had even gotten a small cake or two, which was expected from working in a bakery. But there was one thing that worried him. Bard had mysteriously taken the day off. It wasn’t very subtle, Finny thought as he walked. He knew Bard would be planning something, and the thought made him slightly nervous. He would have to act all surprised, like he didn’t expect a thing, but he would do it anyway, so he wouldn’t upset Bard.
He slipped his key into their apartment door, smiling lightly at the thought of Bard trying to pick him out the perfect present. He always struggled with that sort of thing, and he would always ask Finny for his help, but imagining him struggling without Finny made the blonde laugh lightly. Bard was so cute sometimes~
“Bard?” He called out but he was met with silence. “Bard, I’m home!” He called again, setting down a small plastic bag and his keys on the table by the door. He quickly looked through some envelopes, but found nothing of interest. “I brought cake!”
This was strange. Usually his boyfriend would have come to greet him by now, and Finny was beginning to miss his welcome home kiss. He strolled into the kitchen but stopped at the door when he saw no one there. Sitting room, bathroom, hallways. Bard was no where to be found. Finny glanced at the door to their bedroom and gulped. The surprise… was in there? The thought excited him, but also made him nervous. He paced his way over to the door.
“Bard?” When he entered he looked around and almost choked.
“Welcome home, Finn.” Bard was lying across the bed, a giant red bow tied around his chest, and his head propped up with one of his hands. The rest of him was naked. Not a scrap of clothes on, Finny thought, until he looked closer and noticed something covering Bard’s crotch. Was that… a jockstrap…? He was wearing knee-high socks too… was he going for a foot ball kind of look? The thought made Finny flush with colour.
“B-Bard?” Finny felt himself flair up with embarrassment and averted his gaze. Bard gave a short chuckle and Finny heard him rise onto his knees, still on the bed.
“Come here~” He called in low voice. That voice he knew Finny loved. Who was Finny to deny his wish? As he thought that, he made his way over to his boyfriend, his eyes glued to the floor. When he reached the edge of the bed, he felt Bard’s large hand grip his chin. His face was raised to meet Bard’s, and he felt his cheeks deepen with colour.
“Happy Birthday, Finny.” He said with a small smile before leaning in, his lips grazing over Finny’s in a way that made the younger’s knees feel weak. There was no tongue, not yet, because Bard knew Finny liked to start things off slow. He liked to let his boyfriend get comfortable.
Feeling the rough lips contrast to his soft one’s, Finny gave a small moan. He felt Bard smile against his mouth before his tongue slipped out and ran against plump lips, nibbling lightly at his lower one. Finny felt his eyes drop shut, his body moving unconsciously as he raised his leg onto the bed in an effort to get closer to Bard. When he was kneeling in front of the other, he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders.
The kiss deepened as Bard slipped his tongue into Finny’s very willing mouth. They were so close now, so close that he felt Bard’s stubble against his chin. It was rough, but so tender. Large hands made their way around his lower back, stopping only to squeeze slender hips. Finny gasped lightly when large hands encased his lower back and Bard’s lips suddenly moved to his jaw, nibbling lightly, accompanied by a couple of light licks.
“B-Bard…” He tried to convey his longing for his boyfriend, but his breath was taken by a gasp when Bard moved to his collar bone, running his tongue along any exposed skin that he could.
“Shh, Finny,” He breathed, pausing only to run his tongue along heated skin again. “Tonight, I will ravish you.”
The thought made a shiver run down Finny’s back. He could feel his excitement becoming prominent by now, and it embarrassed him slightly. Of course Bard had seen him… this way before, but Finny could never get used to it.
A strange heat spread throughout his body, the source of which was Bard’s tongue, running smoothly over his collarbone. He felt a small nibble against his skin and shivered, a shot of arousal shooting down his spine.
When Bard heard another small moan come from his boyfriend, his hands moved under Finny’s shirt, his palms ghosting over his nipples before pinching them lightly. It was then that Finny raised his hand to his mouth, biting into one of his fingers in an effort to quiet himself. A small tug on his shirt let Finny know that Bard wanted it off, and he was quick to comply, his hands ripping the fabric off his body almost instantly.
“Someone’s eager~” Bard teased, and Finny flushed, his gaze turning away. “B-Bard… don’t embarrass me!” He protested, but he was only met with a small smile and a low chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” Bard said sincerely, raising to look Finny in the eye. He took a small hand in his own larger one and kissed along each knuckle lightly. “I love you.” He whispered and Finny bit his lip, his heart swelling inside him, almost ready to burst with affection.
“I love you too.” He mumbled, leaning up to plant a small kiss at the corner of Bard’s mouth. He ran his hands down Bard’s sides, his fingertips eventually meeting the small plastic string set on his hips. That’s right… Bard was wearing a jockstrap. Remembering this made Finny come up with a plan to get revenge for Bard embarrassing him.
He pushed Bard back by his shoulders until he was sitting with his legs tucked under himself. Finny had to use all his self control not to laugh when he saw the confused look on his boyfriend’s face, but he said nothing, only raised a finger to his lips to silence the other.
Finny leaned over, running his hands along Bard’s thighs. Feeling the hairs tickle his palms made Finny smile, and as he leaned in, he felt the heat radiating from between Bard’s legs grow. He was nervous. Being sexy and enticing wasn’t something he was used to, but Finny couldn’t pass up this opportunity. He ran his tongue along the plastic of the jockstrap. Realising that Bard must have been a lot more stiff than he originally thought, Finny flattened his tongue against the hard plastic, relishing in the small grunt from his boyfriend.
“Finny…” Bard could feel it too. He could feel the wet organ running so close to him, only separated by the thin piece of plastic covering his quickly hardening arousal. It was constraining and beginning to hurt, but Bard stuck with it. The show was just too good.
Finny felt a hand run through his hair and he shut his eyes, immersing himself in Bard’s low grunts. Making sure to point his tongue, he ran it right from where he was sure the base was, to where the tip must be. He knew it was torturing Bard, being so close and yet not feeling a thing, but he wanted to play just a little while longer. When he noticed Bard’s hand moving towards the release of the jockstrap, Finny slapped it away with a small smile. “Not yet!”
“Finny, please…” Bard tried to beg, but Finny gave a small laugh. “It’s my birthday, and I say not yet.” He giggled, and Bard couldn’t protest. He gave a small huff, something Finny found particularly adorable, and sat back again. He moved in again, this time planting a small kiss on Bard’s naval, before running his tongue upwards, over his belly button, and up his chest. Moving his hands around Bard, Finny quickly undid the giant red bow that was in his way and planted his hands on Bard’s chest. He brushed his lips over Bard’s, relishing in rough feeling once again. Climbing onto his lap, Finny brushed his tongue along Bard’s lower lip, straddling him before rolling his hips lightly against Bard’s. They both gasped, lost completely in the feeling of one another.
Suddenly, Bard’s hands moved to Finny’s hips, pushing him back onto the mattress before he loomed over his boyfriend. His hands made quick work, moving to Finny’s belt and getting it off with ease.
“B-Bard! Sl-Slow down!” He protested, but Bard just grinned. “You torture me like that and then expect me to slow down?” He asked lowly, his voice laced with lust, his eyes boring into Finny’s. Finny gulped. What could he say? He was excited, that was for sure, but he was just taken aback was all. He gave a reassuring smile, mostly at the fact that Bard had admitted his arousal so clearly. It had boosted his confidence a bit~
“I-I’m sorry,” He mumbled, leaning up to close the small distance between them. It wasn’t long before their tongues were intertwined again, and Finny’s hands joined Bards, quickly discarding his belt and tossing it to one side. Shuffling his pants and underwear down, Finny gave a small gasp as one of Bard’s hands finally enclosed around him, rubbing him slowly.
“B-Bard!” He gasped, his moans swallowed up by hungry lips. The jerks became steady, the rough skin on Bard’s hands only adding to his mounting pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was a writhing mess, mewls and moans leaving him against his own free will.
Before long, Bard’s hand was gone, and the cold air hit Finny suddenly. He groaned in frustration, his eyes cracking open lightly to see Bard moving his hips closer, rubbing the plastic of the jockstrap against Finny’s arousal. It was a weird sensation, Finny thought, but he felt his hips jerk, reaching up into the friction. Bard only paused to tug the rest of Finny’s clothes off before spreading the younger’s legs, and again getting into position.
He swayed his hips. Feeling the precome against the plastic, Bard sped up slightly, Finny’s arousal moving more slickly now.
“Finny… Please?” He voiced after a moment, and Finny didn’t need to ask what he wanted. He simply gave a nod and watched as Bard undid the jockstrap from around his waist. Once he was free, he wasted to time, encasing his hand around both Finny’s and his own member at the same time. The feeling of being freed again only fuelled Bard’s arousal, and his hand ran smoothly over heated skin, making sure to give a squeeze every now and again.
“B-Bard!” Silken moans fell from the young blonde’s mouth and a feeling of embarrassment washed over him. He clasped a hand over his mouth. It was the only way he saw fit to quieten himself. The feeling of Bard’s arousal against his was just too good, and the fact that they were encased by Bard’s fingers only heightened his pleasure. However, seeing this only made Bard raise his free hand and stroke along his boyfriend’s face.
“Finny.” He called with a soft sense of authority. “I want to hear you.” A second flush of embarrassment washed over Finny as he lowered his hand. Almost immediately the slow pumps continued.
It wasn’t until Finny felt a hand snake around his backside was he pulled out of his wonton state. Bard’s fingers were suddenly running along his entrance, and he couldn’t help but push back into them, granting his boyfriend access.
“Turn around,” Bard muttered, and a confused Finny couldn’t help but comply. He knew that Bard would be easy with him, as he always was, but the feeling of his boyfriend’s fingers being there one minute and gone the next frustrated him. He quickly flipped over, now on his hands and knees. He rested his forehead on the soft blanket of the bed, his ears pricking when he heard Bard undo the cap of what he knew was lube.
It was only a couple of more seconds before he felt slick cold fingers at his entrance again, and he pushed back, biting into his lip when he heard Bard chuckle lowly behind him.
“Stick that ass out for me, Finny.” His boyfriend ordered, his hand running smoothly over Finny’s back, tracing over his spine. He pushed back further and felt two fingers enter him at once. The feeling of being filled was something that Finny loved, and as he slid back onto Bard’s fingers, he let out a breathy moan, biting into his lip lightly.
And then no movement came. Finny had expected Bard to begin prepping him, like he usually did, but his boyfriend remained still. When Finny looked over his shoulder, he was met with a grin.
“Go on,” Bard whispered softly to him. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, Finny~” Bard’s voice was lust-laced, and he watched Finny with the intensity of a hawk, waiting for the younger to react.
Finny swallowed heavily, his fingers tightening in the bed sheets before me moved forwards, leaning his chest into the bed before quickly sliding back again. It was only a few more sways before Bard saw Finny angle his hips, and he knew what the blonde was doing. He leaned over, planting a kiss on one of Finny’s cheeks, his tongue soon following to lap at his silky skin.
“Ah, ah…” Breath coming out broken and unsteady, Finny’s eyes were screwed shut. He could barely scrape against his pleasure spot and it was beginning to frustrate him. Bard always found it easily, so why couldn’t he? Sensing the annoyance, Bard gave another low laugh, his fingers beginning to move inside the tight entrance.
“Good boy, Finny. You tried your best~” He leaned in once again, licking along the pale skin of Finny’s back until he reached his neck, where he gave a small bite, making sure not to be too hard.
“Tell me what you want, Finn.” Bard’s low voice whispered, his lips next to Finny’s ear, breath hot as it brushed over flushed
skin. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Finny bit his lip. Where did he begin? Raising a shaky hand, Finny reached behind himself, taking Bard’s fingers in his own and leading it towards his leaking knob.
“Touch me Bard. Please!” He was long gone past dignity at this stage and he gladly would have continued with what they were doing, but he was worried about how far he was coming along. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with Bard’s fingers pumping steadily in and out of his already well prepared entrance. “A-And then…” He continued, but the words stuck in his throat.
“And then…?” Bard asked, his fingers playing with the head of Finny’s arousal, smoothing the precome over the heated skin before running down his shaft in a slick pumps.
“A-And then…” He swallowed hard, his face beet red and his hands squeezed this duvet beneath him. “A-And then fu… fuck me Bard, please…”
Satisfied with his answer, Bard wouldn’t dare deny his boyfriend’s birthday wish. He removed both of his hands from Finny, leaving the boy in a heated mess on the bed. He poured a small amount of lube over his erection, his hand running along it before Finny turned to face him, his small fingers reaching out to help with the task.
Once Bard released himself, Finny took the shaft in his hand, marvelling at the heat the seemed to radiate off it. He lowered his head, his tongue flattening against the tip before he took it into his mouth. Bard hissed, his hand immediately intertwining itself in the blonde locks of his lover.
“Sh-Shit, Finny… If I had known you were gonna do that, I wouldn’t have bothered with the lube.” Bard grumbled, giving a breathy laugh as his head tilted back slightly.
Finny ran his tongue along the underside, his hand pumping his boyfriend with short quick jerks. He wanted to make sure Bard was fully hard, but he didn’t see the harm in playing with him either. He placed soft kisses along the sides, his tongue eventually slipping along the veins of Bard’s member, before he reached the tip and brought it back into his mouth, this time bobbing his head lightly. Making sure to suck every time he withdrew his head, Finny’s eyes fell shut as Bard began to sway
Feeling his orgasm approach a lot more quickly, Bard suddenly withdrew and grabbed Finny by the arms, turning him over onto his front again with one quick motion. Finny gave a small yelp at his boyfriends sudden actions, but he didn’t protest. He knew what was coming next and he didn’t want to stop it. Bard lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his erection over the eager entrance in front of him.
“Are you ready?” He asked and Finny gave a quick nod, loving the way Bard’s heady voice almost melted his skin.
Pushing forward with one quick thrust was all it took, and Bard gave a grunt, his fingertips squeezing Finny’s hips tightly. He stalled his hips when he heard the younger gasp into the pillow, his entrance tightening around the dick that had suddenly filled him.
“B-Bard, move!” He begged when he realised that Bard was giving him time to adjust. “Please! Move!”
He didn’t need to asked twice, and suddenly Bard was thrusting, his hands using Finny’s small hips as leverage, his dick driving in and out of the deliciously tight heat before him.
“Aaah~ Just like that, Bard. Nn, harder!” He couldn’t help the words that fell from his mouth. He bit into the sheets in an effort to quieten himself, but when Bard suddenly began to pound him, Finny felt himself loose control. The constant thrusts against his prostate were beginning to make his toes curl, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
But Bard had more in store yet for his boyfriend.
In the midst of all the heightened pleasure, Finny never noticed Bard retrieving something from the side of the bed. It was only when he felt a click around his neck that he paused to open his eyes, a mix of confusion and arousal fuelling him. He reached up and felt a strap around his neck and it was only when he looked over his shoulder at Bard did he notice his boyfriend holding something. Was this…. A leash?
Losing some of the rhythm to their thrusts, Bard quickly picked up the pace again, his knob driving into his boyfriend again.
“B-Bard?” Finny half yelped, half moaned. It was at that moment that he felt a tug around his neck, forcing him up onto his knees. Bard’s hand snaked around his waist to support him, his thrusts now moving upwards into Finny’s ass, slamming perfectly against his pleasure spot.
“Good boy, Finny~ Good boy.” He whispered lightly against his boyfriends ear, his tongue running out along the shell. Finny gave a shudder, was he suppose to be a dog? Did Bard want him to act like one?
Taking unspoken instructions, Finny melted back into his boyfriend’s sturdy chest, his mouth beginning to hang open with short uneven breaths that were timed with Bard’s slams. It was almost like he was panting.
Bard raised a hand to Finny’s stomach, rubbing along the smooth skin lightly. “Moan for me, Finn~” He instructed, and Finny felt a shiver run down his spine.
“Aaaoow~” He moaned, his breath coming out like a howl. Please with his boyfriends efforts, his hand ran downwards, ghosting over the tip of Finny’s erection.
“If you want a reward, keep it up.” He breathed. Finny could tell that Bard was nearing his peak. He could hear it in his breathless voice, which was laced with the odd grunt or moan.
“Aoow~~” He continued, his mewls blending together in one continuous moaning pleasure. He could feel his legs beginning to shake, and it wasn’t until Bard took his dick into his hand that Finny broke ‘character’.
“B-Bard~! I c-can’t… for much longer,” He tried to warn his boyfriend, but his pleas only seemed to fuel Bard on. His pumps on Finny’s dick began faster, more sloppy, and his thrust from behind were more urgent. It wasn’t until Bard leaned over and whispered to Finny that the young boy lost all control.
“Come for me, Finny~ Come like a good doggy,”
Feeling the knot in his stomach finally break, Finny fell forwards onto the bed again, returning to his hands and knees as he erupted, jets of hot come tarnishing the pristine blankets below him. Bard didn’t take long after, a couple more thrusts into Finny’s tightening entrance was all it took before peaked, his come filling the inside of his boyfriend.
He collapsed forward, making sure to hold himself up so as not to fall onto his lover underneath him. They both fell to their side, Bard’s muscular arms wrapping around the smaller boy. He placed a kiss on the back of Finny’s head, nuzzling his hair with his nose for a moment as they caught their breath.
“Happy Birthday, Finn.” He mumbled after a moment, sleep already beginning to drag him down. “I love you.”
Finny couldn’t help but break into a smile, shifting slightly as he wrapped Bard’s strong arms around him tighter, a feeling of complete satisfaction over taking him. “I love you more.” He replied, taking one of Bard’s hands in his own and running his lips along the knuckles. It was only when he heard the heavy breathing behind him did he realised Bard had fallen asleep. Feeling the warmth against his neck, it wasn’t long before Finny followed.