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Title: Lunch Break
Rating: NC-17 you have been warned
Characters: Finn/Will
Summary: MPS (mindless plotless smut). Hasn't been any for a while and i was listening to toxic. My first attempt at NC-17 so you know....go easy on me :D
Nothing in Finn’s opinion had ever been hotter than this. Will sucking hickeys across his chest in the back of the auditorium; both shirtless, pantless, stood in pre-cum sodden boxers. Finn groaned as Will’s hand grazed the bulge threatening to rip through his Calvin Klein’s at any moment Finn let out a muffled hiss and dug his teeth into the flesh of Will’s shoulder.
Will pulled his head up to Finn’s and let his teeth scrape across the younger boys bottom lip. Finn’s hands traced the muscles of Will’s back before cupping his ever so firm ass.
“Need you...” Will hissed, his warm breath licking Finn’s kiss-swollen lips. “Need you now.” Finn growled and hooked his hands into Will’s curls.
“You want me.” He whispered swallowing harshly. “Come get me.” Will’s breath hitched in the back of his throat and he slowly, painfully slowly let himself drop to his knees, dragging his nails down the washboard abs of his lover. He hooked his thumb beneath the rim of those god damn boxers. Finn had done it on purpose; he knew it, worn his boxers, just to drive him crazy, Finn knew that When Will saw him in his clothes, his boxers especially it killed him. He nuzzled the fabric and smiled, satisfied as Finn’s knees buckled beneath his grasp.
Will let his teeth bite the elastic and drag it down, his nose catching on Finn’s hard length.
“You’re like a fucking drug.” Finn hissed and grasped Will’s shoulders.
“I have that affect on people, once you’ve had me once.” He swallowed and licked Finn’s tip gently. “You never, ever go back.” His whisper was husky, sexy, ripping Finn’s insides apart.
“Jesus.” Finn moaned as Will’s teeth met his foreskin, nipping, biting, and tugging ever so gently. Will’s skilled tongue drew swirled patterns along Finn’s throbbing cock. Finn pressed his hips forward, pushing himself into Will’s capable mouth.
“I’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic.” Will mumbled as he pulled his lips away watching Finn squirm for more, longing to erupt, pressure building, needing so badly to be released.
“Thought you didn’t like Brittany?” Finn’s voice was breathy as his head fell backwards against the wall.
“Oh Finn.” He whispered and again let his tongue ghost over Finn’s slick, wet tip. “Her lyrics seem appropriate.” With that he pushed himself onto Finn, taking his impossibly hard length into his throat. With a jerk forward Finn came into Will’s mouth, reams of warm, salty cum dripping down his throat.
“Fuck.” Finn announced and shuddered. Will smirked and pressed a silent kiss to Finn’s now soft cock. Will pressed kisses up the trail of soft, brown, down like hair that led to his belly button; he continued up his abs, to Finn’s glistening, sweat coated pecs. He licked trails of saliva against the smooth, hairless skin before sucking a final hickey onto his neck.
Will hissed a breath as he kissed Finn’s jaw line.
“You didn’t shave.” Will felt himself shudder. “You know I love that.” Finn smiled softly as he regained some sense of normality after coming down from his heavenly high.
“I know, hence the boxers as well.” Finn tucked his arms around Will’s waist. “I live to please.”
“Too fucking much.” Will moaned before pulling away and throwing his shirt onto his shoulders.
“You’re gonna have to stop dressing like a damn male model if you don’t want me to jump you every day you get home from work.” Finn bit his lip as Will slipped a waistcoat on. Finn yanked up his own boxers as Will did up the button of his jeans. “You know I think your teacher clothes are fucking gorgeous.” Will laughed softly and slung his satchel onto his right shoulder.
“Who said that wasn’t the intention?” He pressed a peck to Finn’s speechless lips and smirked again. “By the way.” Will said and pressed a tie into Finn’s hands. “You’re going to need this for tonight.”
Rating: NC-17 you have been warned
Characters: Finn/Will
Summary: MPS (mindless plotless smut). Hasn't been any for a while and i was listening to toxic. My first attempt at NC-17 so you know....go easy on me :D
Nothing in Finn’s opinion had ever been hotter than this. Will sucking hickeys across his chest in the back of the auditorium; both shirtless, pantless, stood in pre-cum sodden boxers. Finn groaned as Will’s hand grazed the bulge threatening to rip through his Calvin Klein’s at any moment Finn let out a muffled hiss and dug his teeth into the flesh of Will’s shoulder.
Will pulled his head up to Finn’s and let his teeth scrape across the younger boys bottom lip. Finn’s hands traced the muscles of Will’s back before cupping his ever so firm ass.
“Need you...” Will hissed, his warm breath licking Finn’s kiss-swollen lips. “Need you now.” Finn growled and hooked his hands into Will’s curls.
“You want me.” He whispered swallowing harshly. “Come get me.” Will’s breath hitched in the back of his throat and he slowly, painfully slowly let himself drop to his knees, dragging his nails down the washboard abs of his lover. He hooked his thumb beneath the rim of those god damn boxers. Finn had done it on purpose; he knew it, worn his boxers, just to drive him crazy, Finn knew that When Will saw him in his clothes, his boxers especially it killed him. He nuzzled the fabric and smiled, satisfied as Finn’s knees buckled beneath his grasp.
Will let his teeth bite the elastic and drag it down, his nose catching on Finn’s hard length.
“You’re like a fucking drug.” Finn hissed and grasped Will’s shoulders.
“I have that affect on people, once you’ve had me once.” He swallowed and licked Finn’s tip gently. “You never, ever go back.” His whisper was husky, sexy, ripping Finn’s insides apart.
“Jesus.” Finn moaned as Will’s teeth met his foreskin, nipping, biting, and tugging ever so gently. Will’s skilled tongue drew swirled patterns along Finn’s throbbing cock. Finn pressed his hips forward, pushing himself into Will’s capable mouth.
“I’m addicted to you don’t you know that you’re toxic.” Will mumbled as he pulled his lips away watching Finn squirm for more, longing to erupt, pressure building, needing so badly to be released.
“Thought you didn’t like Brittany?” Finn’s voice was breathy as his head fell backwards against the wall.
“Oh Finn.” He whispered and again let his tongue ghost over Finn’s slick, wet tip. “Her lyrics seem appropriate.” With that he pushed himself onto Finn, taking his impossibly hard length into his throat. With a jerk forward Finn came into Will’s mouth, reams of warm, salty cum dripping down his throat.
“Fuck.” Finn announced and shuddered. Will smirked and pressed a silent kiss to Finn’s now soft cock. Will pressed kisses up the trail of soft, brown, down like hair that led to his belly button; he continued up his abs, to Finn’s glistening, sweat coated pecs. He licked trails of saliva against the smooth, hairless skin before sucking a final hickey onto his neck.
Will hissed a breath as he kissed Finn’s jaw line.
“You didn’t shave.” Will felt himself shudder. “You know I love that.” Finn smiled softly as he regained some sense of normality after coming down from his heavenly high.
“I know, hence the boxers as well.” Finn tucked his arms around Will’s waist. “I live to please.”
“Too fucking much.” Will moaned before pulling away and throwing his shirt onto his shoulders.
“You’re gonna have to stop dressing like a damn male model if you don’t want me to jump you every day you get home from work.” Finn bit his lip as Will slipped a waistcoat on. Finn yanked up his own boxers as Will did up the button of his jeans. “You know I think your teacher clothes are fucking gorgeous.” Will laughed softly and slung his satchel onto his right shoulder.
“Who said that wasn’t the intention?” He pressed a peck to Finn’s speechless lips and smirked again. “By the way.” Will said and pressed a tie into Finn’s hands. “You’re going to need this for tonight.”