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far too focused to really notice the onlooker, brows knitted together tightly as a droplet of sweat slides over his forehead. phew——— almost done.
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𝓰arage door is lifted to reveal his shitty home gym, biceps tensing as he counts the amount of pull—ups he has left. twenty—seven, twenty—six . . .
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up plenty of times before, but in such a tense situation after so long … it’s almost like his body preserved itself for him. the discomfort blooming around his hip only added to it.
“that a good thing .ᐣ keep goin’.”
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a low hum of understanding sounded. he had no intention of stopping — he’d needed this for far too long. he readjusted his stance a bit, feet taking half a step apart while he continued to slather hunter’s saliva all over
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"Stop stroking and I stop too."
Jesse never asked him to go gentle, that was why they worked so well together, especially in bed. They matched each other perfectly, sometimes fucking hard enough to break furniture and other times taking their time to savour every second.
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himself. admittedly, yeah, it felt * better.
as those fingers pushed past the tight rim of muscle, his brows furrowed and he expelled a soft sound, instinctively clenching around those familiar digits. hunter had loosened him
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doesn’t even bother to respond to that. of course he’s paranoid — why wouldn’t he be .ᐣ
when those jeans lower, so does jesse, dropping down to one knee so he could tug the others underwear down with him.
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“so paranoid.” he feigns offense. knowing full well that he’s gonna record this guy when he’s distracted. it’d be too good — his own golden ticket.
finn does unbuckle his belt, sliding leather through loop holes to hold it in his hand. shoving his jeans down to his knees.
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sigh, inwardly urging him to continue.
“fine,” he murmured, swallowing thickly as he returned his gaze to opposite blues, “when have i ever wanted you to be gentle with me .ᐣ”
decision made.
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despite the boldness that was slowly beginning to rear its ugly head, he kept it on a short leash. he only wanted to challenge hunter, not piss him off and drive him away again. watching those fingers dip into the man’s
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Just a month ago, he would have jumped at the chance to get his mouth on the younger man. To have him asking for it so openly, yielding his body over would have resulted in an entire night of Hunter spoiling the officer, showering him praise and making him see stars over and --
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mouth and reappear coated in saliva made something stir deep within him; an intense desire that would have him pouncing if he wasn’t so restrained.
watching them disappear behind him only to prod at his hole earned a shaky
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let himself finish the sentence, only shaking his head and focusing back on pumping his cock to outweigh the pain with that pleasure.
“you can’t be— mad at me forever.”
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dark brows furrowed at that, irritated, though he held his tongue. honestly, he had no idea what went wrong with him throughout that month. all he knew was that it was 𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 he needed, no one else. nothing else.
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"If you knew how to jerk off, you wouldn't have spent the past month getting more and more frustrated."
He didn't even try to hide his amusement at the state the officer was in, not willing to let him off the hook this easily. For Jesse to come asking for his help, he must --
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the abrupt sting of the others hand against his ass had him wincing sharply, clenching a bit in endurance while he shifted his weight. christ, he even missed that intimate pain.
“you used to do it . . .” * before. he didn’t
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the movement of his hand slowed some as that line of spit served to relieve some of that friction. he thumbed over his tip, smoothing that saliva around before working it further down his length with a quiet groan.
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He leaned forward to bring his lips above the officer's swollen tip, looking up into his eyes as he let his saliva drip down to cover the slit.
"I know that you like the pain, sweetheart, but there is no point in going at it dry. Am I going to have to teach you how to --
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“i 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 how to jerk off. was expectin’ you to put your mouth on it before it got too unbearable.”
apparently not, especially with the way his ass was being teased at, too. he swallowed, pushing back into hunter’s hands
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his lips with each movement, mismatched hues darkening with need. those words caused a faint red to tint his cheeks, gaze falling.
“. . . tried myself once or twice. didn’t feel right.”
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the rougher grasp to his cheeks had him stumbling forward a little, situated perfectly between hunter’s thighs now as his strokes began to glide up and down his hardened cock at a steady pace. a shaky rasp slipped past
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He watched the length thicken as Jesse's palm moved along the shaft, his skin colouring as blood rushed south.
"I deserve a show for helping you out, don't I?"
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