Finn kissed him back enthusiastically. He wanted, no, needed this wonderful young man who was now sprawled beneath him. When the kiss ended, he kneeled between Luke’s outspread legs, running his hand slowly up Luke’s hard c**k. Do I go down on him? Do I let him go down on me? He knew the answer to his second question. He wouldn’t. Not this time. It could, possibly would, remind Luke of all the times he’d spent in dark alleys, doing what he had to, to survive.
Smiling, Finn bent down to lick the precum leaking from Luke’s slit. He savored the taste—memorizing it as he’d memorized the taste of Luke’s mouth.
“This is so you,” he said softly, licking again. “I could do this for hours.”
“Tease me?” Luke asked, followed by a sound between a moan and a laugh.
“I’m not teasing. I’m enjoying,”
