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bard/finnian; roses are red [2/3] (haha i lied)

[anonymous]

He's as sweet as he looks, he thought to himself, his eyes opening slightly. His lips caressed the skin once more, and his tongue gave an experimental taste. Finnian almost squeaked and reddened even more, causing Bard to repeat his action, his tongue gliding over his skin even more.

"B-Bard... what are you--"

"Taste testing."

"Mr. Sebastian might see us!"

"You implyin' we might do more than this?" Bard questioned, genuine curiosity brewing up. Finnian made a small noise, tugging his hand back as he stumbled backward, falling into a bush of roses. Bard held back a laugh, crossing his arms over as he looked down, eyes wandering until they were entranced by something he wasn't expecting to see; arousal. It amazed and confounded Bard -- how could something so little as a slow lick to his hand arouse him? Finnian noticed he saw, and immediately scrambled back up, trying to find his gloves. "You sure you want to head back inside with that?"

"Huh? I-I... ...no, not really, but..." he trailed off, glancing over before shifting his gaze away. He heard his heart race as he smelt ruined flowers, the ones belonging to the rose bush he had fell onto. He looked over and frowned slightly at the sight, Bard sitting near him and taking a few petals from the ground, fingertips brushing against them. He looked at Finnian and dropped the petals, putting a hand on a cheek that was flushed.

"They're as soft as you," the chef murmured, more or less to himself, than to the other blonde before him. Finnian's features softened as he heard the compliment, and he found his lips against Bard's before he could say anything in response. The kiss was sweet -- he could tell Bard had tasted chocolate batter. His lips parted when they were gently brushed at with a tongue, it being Bard's. He allowed entrance and Bard quickly took the opportunity, tasting sweetness he had never tasted in his all his years of being a chef. He kissed harder, easing Finnian onto his back in the middle of the garden, the flowers and bushes around them, some of them able to hide them from view of anyone who might have wandered out. They parted to breathe, and soon Bard was addicted to the taste, the softness of Finnian. He kissed the boy's cheek, his neck, and soon was moving his hands to feel more of his soft skin, moving up his shirt and gaining a whimper. He smirked and kissed him lightly, fingers and palms only feeling softness, not moving to tease hardened nipples.

Finnian's back arched, but he did not protest. He moaned softly, having never felt such roughness against his skin, having never been kissed, and surely not kissed with such passion. He gasped, his pants discarded quickly, and scarlet hue coming back into play. Without saying or asking anything, Bard gently grasped Finnian's arousal, and the second he did, he gained a low, beautifully chorused moan. He groaned and pressed his lips against Finnian's, moving his hand up slowly, then back down. He increased his speed experimentally, and Finnian moaned harder, hips bucking up eagerly. Bard's eyes widened just slightly as he looked at him, his eyes filled to the brim with lust, as if he were intoxicated, and his lips were swollen from kisses, his cheeks flushed from either arousal, embarrassment, or both. Bard groaned and pumped Finnian's cock in a rhythmic way, watching the gardener's reactions. He tilted his head back and almost screamed in delight when Bard gave a very gentle squeeze, not stopping his speed. Finnian moved his hands to place on both of Bard's arms, rocking his hips more and moaning louder. The touch, as sudden and welcomed as it was, almost made Bard stop pumping the other, almost made him stop focusing on getting Finnian in euphoria. He gave a soft grunt and moved his free hand to unzip and undo his pants, the hand that was on the arm pulling away to let him do what he had to do.

bard/finnian; roses are red [3/3]

[anonymous]

Both were bare of at least one article of themselves. Bard was without his apron, and Finnian was without his gloves. In an aspect, they were naked before each other prior to the moment where Bard's pants came off, his boxers slipping off just slightly, and before Bard had pushed Finnian's pants and briefs to his knees. The contrast of soft and rough made them feel at home with each other, and as Bard worked on getting Finnian to euphoria, and worked on himself to get to the same place, he felt at home, in such an odd way. Finnian, who was at home in his garden, had no hint of nervousness, and was instead completely entranced, and overcome with warmth and passion. He climaxed when Bard gave another squeeze to his cock, and he shouted his name, soft hands clinging to Bard's arms. He let go of Finnian's cock once he came, and he groaned, pumping himself quickly until he was in the same place as Finnian: home.

He breathed deeply, and looked at the younger who sheepishly smiled, his chest pounding, breath noticeably heavy. Bard sat back and put his boxers and pants back on, wiping his forehead as he let Finnian get dressed himself, despite the stickiness of his orgasm. His hands ghosted over petals, and his eyes moved to fixate on Bard, but found them fixating on someone else.

Sebastian.

"Are you done fooling around? I need to speak to Bard about his disaster in the kitchen. And Finnian, you need to work on this garden."

"S-Shit, Mr. Sebastian! I'm sorry, man... I'll get to it right away, just gimme a sec," Bard quickly replied, shooing the butler away. He gave a knowing smirk and turned, making his leave as quickly as he appeared, Finnian a blushing mess, Bard the same, but less frantic. He looked over his shoulder at the younger who got up, finding his gloves and slipping them on. He smiled and leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek, before making his own leave to the mansion, leaving his home to dwell over the small, oddly soft kiss.

Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet...

...and so are you.

[anonymous]

Sweet indeed ♥

Re: bard/finnian; roses are red [3/3]

[anonymous]

Ohgodohgodsohgods.

OP is so HAPPY with this. She so secretly likes Bard/Finnian and it was so damn awesome!!
I love how you portrayed them both. We know little of them, but they were IC - specially Bard. I love the lines about how they were naked without the gloves/apron, and Bard's 'experiments' and and oh dear god, Sebastian in the end!! He knows everything, doesn't he?

Re: bard/finnian; roses are red [3/3]

[anonymous]

That is so cute.

Re: bard/finnian; roses are red [3/3]

[anonymous]

UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I think I just died of happiness.