“Nyah-!” Finn’s head threw back, his body trembling as he came down on Ethan’s c**k. Was it bigger than he remembered, or was he really just that drunk the first time? Fingers dug into Finn’s hips, making sure that he sat perfectly in Ethan’s lap. In a slow, easy motion he moved up and down, sliding smoothly all the way. It was soothing, almost. A sort of rhythmic sway of motion that kept him in a trance of perpetual pleasure. He’d never gone this slow before, not even in his first time. He’d be the first to admit he rather liked it. Ethan’s hands roamed Finn’s bare chest, one of them sliding down to stroke the lad while the other took tight hold of Finn’s torso, guiding him up and down. All that could be heard then was the soft slapping of skin, and the sighing of both their voices.
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