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clenching.
    Tony blew on his nipples. "Beg me."
    "Master..." Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
    "I'm not touching them until I hear some begging."
    "I need you. I need help. I called you!"
    "Such a good boy." Tony bent down and kissed him. "Now beg me to bite your nips."
    "They're sore... So sore."
    Tony straddled his waist, hands drumming along Finn's abs. "Still not begging."
    His breath came faster, and he stared into Tony's eyes. His Master smiled, the look gentle. "Take this step for me, boy. I swear it will be worth it."
    "Please. Please, b...bite my nips." Oh, God.
    "That's it, baby."
    Bending in, Tony breathed on his right nipple, then took it between sharp teeth and bit down. Finn screamed, thrashing furiously. Still biting down, Tony flicked the tip of his nipple with his tongue.
    "Please! Please, love!"
    The suction started next. Finn rolled side to side, trying to get away, trying to escape. Tony raised his head, nipple still between his lips, stretching away from Finn's chest.
    "NO!" Oh, fuck. So fucking good.
    Tony bit harder. Finn tried to hide his nipples, protect them.
    His hands tugged ineffectually at the bonds, and Tony pulled back, laughing. "You're at my mercy, baby."
    "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He was out of his fucking mind.
    Bending again, Tony took his other nipple in. He sobbed, totally lost, begging for his Master, for release.
    Spreading his legs, Tony pushed two fingers into his hole. He slammed down, body afire, eyes rolling back in his head.
    "Fucking gorgeous, Finn." Tony kept pushing his fingers in, over and over, driving Finn higher.
    Everything tightened to his needy cock, his hole. Tony. Between the action at his hole and his left nipple, he knew it wasn't going to take long before he blew.
    "Please. Please, help me."
    Tony let go of his nipple and gazed down at him, pushing a third slick finger into his body.
    "Love." He forced the word out.
    Tony smiled, eyes fucking burning into his. "I love you, Finn. Always fucking have."
    The fingers inside him hit his gland hard. His legs drew up, hips rolling up, slamming toward the touch.
    "You wait for me." Tony drew his fingers out, leaving Finn empty. Finn's fingers curled into fists, his arms shaking.
    It felt like forever before Tony had himself gloved and slick, then finally that fat prick pushed against Finn's hole. He slammed down, taking Tony in to the root.
    "Fuck!" Tony grunted and began to thrust, pulling out before pushing in again. Fucking him.
    Yes. Yes. Finn rode hard, eyes crossing. Tony didn't give him any quarter, and he didn't want any. He wanted this. His body was on fucking fire, burning.
    Groaning, Tony pinched his right nipple, twisting it hard.
    "Evil bastard!" God, Finn loved him.
    His words just made Tony twist more vigorously.
    "I'll wear your ring!" He fucking wanted to.
    "Two of them."
    Finn nodded, nearing his breaking point, his safeword.
    "Good boy. Better come for me."
    "Please." He sobbed, totally hysterical.
    Tony punched in again, then again. "Now."
    His balls throbbed and he screamed as he shot, pouring himself out.
    "Yes!" Tony called out for him, pushing in hard.
    Everything went away, disappeared from his notice as he lost himself.
    Tony's soft kisses brought him back to consciousness, his ass filled, his whole body aching, but in a good way now, tolerable.
    "H...hey. Hey, love."
    "Mmm. Hey, baby. Good one, huh?"
    "Mmmhmm." He blinked, shivering a bit as he came down.
    "You feeling better, Finn?"
    "Yeah. Thanks. I just... Ache, huh?"
    "Good. I want you to feel me even when I'm not with you." Tony stroked gently across his nipples.
    His body jerked like a puppet on a string.
    "We're getting these pierced, baby. Putting my rings back in, and if you ever take them out without my permission again, I'll have to punish you."
    "Let's agree that we'll never break up so that I don't have to, okay?"
    "I'm all for agreeing to never break up."
    "Then that's fair. Can I have a glass of water?" Possibly a sandwich, he was starving.
    "Yeah.