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fingers teasing the clamp on that one tortured nipple. He could feel it all around his cock as he played with the clamp. He tugged and Finn squeezed, twisted and Finn jerked.
    "Oh, fuck, you're something else, boy."
    Finn said something, but he wasn't sure what it was.
    He thrust, pushing in again and again. Finn started slamming back, meeting each thrust.
    "That's it, baby." So fucking hot, that ass pushing against him. "Gonna make me come."
    "Uh-huh. Want to."
    "But not you." Finn had the ring on and Tone was going to make him wait. Finn's response was a soft groan. "You don't get to come until I say so."
    "Mean to me." The soft words made him chuckle.
    "If I were any meaner you'd die of pleasure."
    "See? Threatening murder!" Little shit.
    "Don't make me spank you again."
    "Beatings and murder." Still Finn moved, pushing back against him, slow and easy.
    "Uh-huh." He thrust in harder, working to find his own pleasure.
    "Missed feeling you inside me."
    He grunted his agreement, speeding his movements. He wanted to come, wanted to ease his tension, shoot so he could focus on Finn. Groaning, he let the pleasure push him over and with another thrust, he came, filling the condom up. Finn's muscles fluttered around him, like a million butterflies.
    "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good."
    "Uh-huh. So good." Finn's voice was raw, rough, proving his need.
    "Coming out now, baby."
    Finn groaned, body pushing back toward him.
    "It's okay, there's a plug in my box of goodies. You won't be empty for long."
    "Mas...Tony. Tony." Those hips kept humping the air.
    "You can say it, baby."
    Finn moaned, a soft sob sounding. Tone kissed a line along Finn's spine.
    "Ache for you."
    "I know." He pulled slowly out, admiring the welts all over Finn's ass.
    It was a heady feeling, having Finn here, needing him. Wanting him. He gave the abused ass a soft slap.
    "Master!"
    Oh. Oh, there. His prick tried to make a comeback at the word. "Right here, baby."
    He pulled Finn into his arms, held him, emotion too big to bear for a moment. Then he took a kiss, his lips melding to Finn's. Finn's pushed into his arms, a soft cry on the air, hips rubbing against him.
    "Needy baby. You're not allowed to come yet, though." He cupped Finn's balls, the ring around them making them bulge.
    Finn cried out for him, the sound animalistic.
    "Need to come, baby? Need me to let you shoot?"
    "Fuck! Yes! Yes, please!"
    He couldn't help teasing. "I'll think about it."
    Finn sobbed softly, shaking in his arms, and he held on, cradling his boy close, rocking him.
    "I've got you, baby. I'll always have you." He stroked and petted, loving on Finn, easing him down. "Trust me, baby, when I finally let you come, it's going to be amazing." He kept touching, loving on his baby boy.
    Tone kissed the side of Finn's neck, tongue sliding over the smooth skin. Finn moaned softly, throat working under his tongue. Dropping his left hand, he traced Finn's bound prick. Hot and angry, the heavy flesh begged for attention. He rubbed the liquid dripping from the tip around, making everything slick. Finn's legs tensed and his boy convulsed.
    "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna let you come." He undid the ring, letting the breadth of Finn's prick push it off. "Okay, baby. Come."
    He only had to touch the very tip and spunk poured out, spreading over the flat belly.
    "Beautiful, baby."
    Finn whimpered for him, but that was all he got. He lowered them both back to the bed, rubbing Finn's spunk into his skin.
    "Stay with me?" The vulnerability in the soft words tore at him.
    "I'm not going anywhere, Finn." Never mind that they were at his place.
    "Master." Finn pushed close, lips on his skin.
    Warmth started in his belly at the word. "You got that right."
    He felt his boy melt, just collapse into him, against him. "Oh, thank God."
    "And whoever else is listening."
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    There wasn't a single muscle in his entire body that didn't ache. Not one.
    Finn finished his orders, checked the walk-in, then sat at