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FinnyxGene Enjoy

He always talked before he went to sleep, no matter what had happened in the previous hours.

He could be sitting up in his cot, my face buried in his chest and arms wrapped around his waist, and he would still talk. Normally, the things he talked about had nothing to do with the next, but it was Finny. Finny could make the color pink relate to the war.

This particular night, it was about breakfast. We both had missed it, opting to enjoy the summer sun shining in the windows. He was trying to prove his point about one thing or another, but I didn't really hear what he was saying. But it was Finny, and he was really good at making people get lost in his voice.

I wasn't tired. It was hard to be when you had someone like Finny so close to you. I tilted my head back to look at him. It didn't work the way I wanted, it was an uncomfortable position to hold my head and it was too dark to really distinguish anything. Somehow, though, it seemed he saw me look at him, when neither of us could see much except a dark shape or two.

He settled his arms around my waist, tugging a little so I would get the idea to scoot up and sit in his lap. When Finny told you that he wanted something, you'd do it, even if it was the most outrageous thing you had ever heard. Though, it was Finny, and Finny could make anyone believe that skipping school to go to the beach was a good idea.

He brought his lips towards mine as soon as he could reach them. They were perfect, like he was, and so very kind. He worried my lips with his tongue until I couldn't help myself and opened my mouth. No one ever could refuse Finny anything. He always made it worth your while. His tongue moved around my mouth confidently, knowing exactly what to do to make me moan, even though this relationship had only been official for a week. He knew me, better than I knew him, and as much as I hadn't wanted that, I got over it. It was Finny.

My hands had moved from his waist to his neck, one of them curling into his hair, the other clutching the back of his neck. His hands moved along my spine, stroking it, knowing before he did that I would shiver and cling tighter to him. Another hand moved back to my hip, squeezing it and making me squirm and wriggle against his body. That hand that had just been at my hip moved lower, and as soon as I felt where it was going, I groaned. Finny was good at everything.

I felt my thin pajama pants being pushed down to my knees and Finny's hand move along my thigh. It was a mix between torture and pleasure and I just reveled in it. There weren't many people that could make you feel like I did now. I always let Finny be in charge, my emotions were contradicting to make decisions. It was just like Finny to know what to do in any situation, even if he was making it up.

He finally decided that my whimpers had become too helpless and had to do something about them. Rolling me over on my back he chuckled and said, Trust me.

Like I had a choice.

It felt like it took him hours to make his way down my body. But when he got there, he wasted no time. His mouth wrapped around me, making me buck my hips and push myself deeper into the moist warmth.

Finny wasn't even surprised and took all of me without so much as a gag. He held my hips down, deciding I had been given too much freedom to make decisions on my own, and bobbed his head deliberately. Everything came naturally to him.

It didn't take long for me come. I bit my lip to keep from making noise but an obnoxiously girly mewl came from my mouth and I could feel Finny smile around me through my orgasm induced euphoria.

I didn't care. It was Finny.

-End-

I used the characters from A Separate Peace by John Knowles. They weren't mine.
I hope you enjoyed it! And comments are always appreciated (a lot).