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  "Give it to me, Finn."

  He nodded, but it didn't come, he didn't shoot. "Tony! Help me!"

  Tony slammed in again, fingers grabbing the ring in his prick and twisting it viciously. His bones rattled with the force of his orgasm, pleasure making the world gray. Tony kept moving, kept his orgasm going. He heard Tony cry out, but it seemed distant, almost quiet.

  When things finally came back into focus, they were lying under the sheets in the dark, Tony's cock a solid fucking rod inside his ass.

  "Wow." It was the best he could do.

  Tony's chuckle was soft and husky. "Fuck yeah."

  He nodded, stretched, body moving on Tony's cock.

  "You're insatiable, baby."

  "I'm sorry." He wasn't, not really.

  "No you're not." Tony bit at his shoulder.

  "No. I'm not."

  That made Tony cackle. "God, I've missed you."

  "Ditto." He couldn't stop smiling.

  "Good." Tony kissed him again, slowly, but for a long time.

  Something in the center of his chest felt like it was going to crack open, bust apart.

  Their eyes met as Tony ended the kiss. "You staying the night?"

  "I was hoping you'd let me, yeah."

  "I'll let you--I want you to."

  "Rock on." Finn wiggled, tugged at the ties around his wrists. "You taking these off?"

  "I don't know--they're kind of fetching."

  "Fetching?"

  "Yep. Fetching." Tony's fingers slid down his arms, the touch amazingly gentle.

  "Look at you, fetching me right over." He winked.

  "Dork." Oh, fuck. Yes.

  "Sir Dork to you, baby."

  "Sir Dork. I like it." He cracked up, so fucking happy. "Tell me we'll go somewhere decadent for breakfast."

  "I'm taking you to McDonald's."

  "Okay, we're totally breaking up."

  Tony chortled and rested down against him, snuggling in, the body heat melting him.

  "You've changed," murmured Tony. "Just enough."

  "I grew up. I figured out who I was."

  "What you need." Tony's gentle touches slid back and forth across his belly.

  "Who I needed."

  "It took you longer to figure that out, didn't it?"

  "It took seeing you walk away again and knowing that it was up to you, whether you wanted me, too."

  "I never stopped wanting you, Finn."

  The words heated him, all through. "Does that mean I get to see you again?"

  "I think you'll find I'm going to be a lot harder to dump this time around."

  "I think I'll put a table in the kitchen so you never need a reservation again."

  Tony's smile bloomed slowly across his face. "Oh. Thank you, Finn."

  He leaned up and kissed Tony's shoulder. "It's my pleasure."

  "It makes your words real."

  "I'm not a kid anymore, man. I know who I am."

  "I hope so." Tony's fingers slowly climbed his arms to his wrists where they played with the knot on the tie that held his hands to the headboard.

  "I have two days before I have to go back to work..."

  "Then I can leave you tied to my bed and have my wicked way with you over and over again."

  That was the fucking plan.

  "If you're up to me..." Finn had to tease.

  "Oh, you're the one who's going to be playing catch-up, I'm sure."

  He laughed, the joy of playing too big to hold in.

  Tony shook his head. "I think I've heard you laugh more tonight than in all our time together before."

  "Is that okay? I'm totally over being deep and bitchy."

  "It's fucking stunning."

  He sucked in a breath, letting himself feel the relief.

  Tony kissed each of his wrists, then made sure he was comfortable, leaving him bound to the bed.

  "You're staying, aren't you?" He didn't want to be left alone, tied here to Tony's bed.

  "Where would I go? All the action is happening right here."

  Finn snorted, but answered. "That's me, Action Man."

  Tony reached for his prick, jacking it slowly. "Let's see how much action we've got going here."

  His eyelids got heavy, his balls aching almost gently.

  "You ready to go again, Finn? You just that big of a stud, or am I particularly inspiring?"

  "You're my biggest fantasy, my Sir." He loved Tony. Still. He couldn't meet Tony's eyes.

  "Fantasies don't do this." Tony pressed a finger against his slit.

  He groaned, the touch hard enough to sting, burn the barest bit.

  "Yeah, that's right. I'm right here and ready to blow your fucking fantasies out of the water."

  This time he did look, meet Tony's gaze. Tony smiled at him, the look wicked.

  "Evil man."

  "Oh, baby, you have no idea. None." Tony actually laughed when he said that.

  "You can't have learned that much."

  "Is that a challenge?"

  Oh, hell yes, it was. "Uh-huh."

  "I'm not sure you have enough time off." Tony winked, finger drawing a line from the top of his breastbone on down.

  His belly went tight, hard. "I might have to take a vacation."

  "You might have to take two."

  If anyone could convince him, it would be Tony.

  "And I'm going to need more ties."

  "Mmm. You might need lots of fun toys."

  "Oh, I've got toys."

  Finn chuckled and played along. "GI Joe? Transformers?"

  "Oh, Transformers... I wonder if there's an adult line of those. You know, plug by day, vibrator at night."

  "Oh, that was awful." Kind of wonderfully awful, actually.

  Tony just laughed. Fuck, the man looked good happy.

  Finn reached to cup Tony's cheek, stopped short by the ties.

  Tony grinned at him, eyes just twinkling. "You're stuck exactly where you are."

  "Sorry. I was...distracted."

  "Excellent." Tony dragged his hands along Finn's sides, not touching his nipples or his cock. It was a tease, but one that woke up all the nerves in his skin. The touch was amazing, making him tingle even though his cock was spent.

  "You're more beautiful than ever." Tony was watching his own fingers as he continued to touch, to drive Finn a little crazy.

  "Thank you. I work hard at it." He laughed at his words. Such a lie.

  Tony called him on it, too. "Liar."

  "God, yes. I'm blessed with the metabolism of a spider monkey."

  Tony started to make monkey noises, the sounds dissolving into laughter. It felt amazing, to laugh together, to play.

  This had been missing from their relationship when they'd been together before. Everything had been so serious. There were goals and work, and joy had somehow been forgotten, left by the wayside.

  Now, it felt like they were matched.

  Like it was time.

  Chapter 3

  Tone woke up curled around a warm body. Curled around Finn. Oh yes.

  He'd undone Finn's hands in the end. They could be tied up again and he didn't want Finn waking up with limbs dead or tingling painfully from being stuck in the same position all night. Besides, it was easier to spoon with Finn on his side.

  He stroked Finn's hip, keeping the touch light. He wasn't trying to wake Finn, yet, but he wanted to touch. Maybe he needed to. He'd taken a chance, going back to see Finn, but something had told him that maybe Finn had changed, maybe things would be different this time, better. His fingers drifted to Finn's pubes, brushing idly through them.

  "Mmm. My Tony." Finn hummed and wiggled, sighed.

  It felt good, hearing that from Finn, the man only half awake, if at all.

  He tugged the soft curls, grinning as Finn moaned. The man always had been a needy fucking pain slut. Now Finn was willing to embrace it, admit it. They were going to have such a marvelous time.

  He was going to have to dig his box of tricks out from t
he back of the closet--you could only do so much with ties. Finn turned and wrapped around him, snuggled in with a happy little grunt.

  Chuckling, he grabbed hold of Finn's ass, the sweet orbs only slightly warm from last night's spanking. He needed to spank it darker than that. Finn needed to feel him for days.

  "Oh, it wasn't a dream. You're real."

  He let his hand fly, swatting Finn hard. "That doesn't feel like a dream, does it?"

  "Mas-- Tony!"

  Holy fuck, Finn had nearly called him master. That was something the old Finn never would have done. Groaning, he smacked Finn's ass again. Finn's cock began to fill, almost immediately. God, that was sexy, the way Finn responded to him.

  "Feel you," he told Finn.

  "Ditto." Finn kissed his collarbones, the hollow of his throat.

  Smiling, he rubbed his morning wood against Finn's increasingly interested cock. Today they were going to play. He wanted to hear Finn beg.

  "You want to come, baby?" He wasn't sure he was going to let Finn come at all, maybe not even once all day.

  "I'm just warming up."

  "Oh yeah, you're going to be on fire before I'm done. And seeing as you don't need to come, we'll put a ring on." It meant he had to get up and dig out his chest, but it would be worth it--to be able to really play with Finn.

  His eyes fell to the bedside table where the lube was. It was possible there was a ring in the drawer and then he wouldn't have to get up. They could snuggle for longer.

  "Bossy old man. It's very early in the morning."

  "It's not that early--the sun's up." He searched in the drawer, fingers touching leather. Grabbing the ring, he got ready to slide it onto Finn's cock. First he had to make the sweet prick harder than it was.

  "Uh-huh." Finn was all smiles and happy, needy sounds. Tone liked that Finn knew what he wanted now and was man enough to enjoy it.

  He reached out, cupped Finn's balls and rubbed. "You want me, Finn? You want me to blow your mind?"

  "Yes, Sir. Please."

  "You know I can. You know I will."

  "I want you to."

  "Good." He grabbed the cock ring and began to wrap it around the base of his lover's prick.

  Finn grunted, the sound coming from deep inside. He nudged the man's balls, and stroked his cock.

  "Mmm. More." Pushy boy.

  He slapped Finn's cock. Finn cried out, eyes wide, shocked, and incredibly turned on.

  "You don't need to push--I know what you want."

  "We haven't seen each other in ten years," Finn protested.

  He let his eyebrow go up. "You saying you don't believe me? You saying I didn't give you exactly what you needed last night?"

  "No. No, I'm saying I'm trying to suss out what we're doing this morning."

  "You'll find out."

  Finn looked at him, then nodded. "Okay."

  He kissed Finn hard. "Thank you for your trust." They had so much to work out between them, so many rules.

  "Safeword," he murmured softly.

  "Twinkie."

  That had him laughing. Finn's lips quirked, eyes twinkling.

  "That is fucking perfect," he told the man.

  "Thank you. I thought so."

  He gave Finn's prick another little swat in approval. Finn jerked and reached for him, moaned softly. He went into Finn's arms, giving the man a kiss. Their tongues touched, sliding together, the act more fiery than careful, Finn pushing into the caress.

  Beautiful, pushy fucking man. Tone loved him. Fuck, he so did. Again. Still. This time, he thought maybe he could keep Finn.

  Groaning, he deepened the kiss, then started to tongue-fuck Finn's mouth. Finn moaned for him, crying out, over and over, hands wrapping around his shoulders. If felt so good, Finn more vocal, more eager to show much he liked it than he'd ever been. Tone buzzed with it, loved it, and wanted more of it.

  He pushed his tongue in deeper, rocking against Finn, and Finn sucked on his tongue, pulling hard. Their cocks bounced and slid together, rubbed, and it felt amazing.

  He backed off, just a bit. His boy was bound, needy, and they had all day. "Fucking stunning, boy."

  Finn's fingers traced his jaw, his bottom lip. "I'm so ready to play."

  Nodding, he bit at the top of Finn's fingers. Finn groaned for him and those scarred fingers curled. He flicked his tongue across the tips he'd bitten. Finn watched him with the intensity of a cat watching a mouse.

  Without warning, he bit down hard.

  "Tony!" Finn jerked back, arched under him. Perfect.

  "Just making sure I have your attention."

  "I'm right here. Right. Here." Finn's cheeks were pink, and he was panting.

  "You are indeed." He showed that he knew it by drawing his fingers down along Finn's sides.

  He watched the lean muscles contract and jerk, respond to him.

  "I have nipple clamps I want to put on you. They'll do until we can go and get these pretty little nips pierced again."

  "Please. Please, anything." Oh, that was dangerous.

  "Anything?" He gave Finn an arch look.

  Finn didn't flinch, didn't look away. "Anything."

  "Fuck yes." He dived in, taking Finn's mouth again.

  Finn wrapped around him, arms and legs, crying out into his lips over and over.

  "Gonna have to let me up." He nudged Finn's cock. "No touching this while I'm looking for things to make you scream."

  "I promise." Finn moaned, though, eyes crossing.

  "You're going to touch yourself so I have to punish you, aren't you?"

  "I want to. I want to see where our limits are."

  "Do we have limits, baby?" His words made Finn whimper, and his bound cock actually spurted a little spunk. "You know your safeword, use it if you need it." Tony licked his lips. "You are our limits."

  "Please. I'm so fucking stoked."

  "Just wait there a second." He went for his chest at the back of the closet, and dragged it out into his bedroom.

  Finn had rolled to one side, bound prick like an obscene package.

  "Jesus." He stopped for a moment, staring.

  "What? You okay, love?"

  "You're fucking stunning."

  Finn offered him a wide smile, eyes crinkling at the edges.

  He opened the chest, splitting his attention between it and Finn. Finn was focused, curious, body hard and needing. He found the clamps and tossed them at the bed, then grabbed a studded paddle and tossed it at the bed, too. Finn winced, fingers tracing the studs.

  "Lick them," Tone demanded.

  "What?" Look at that bright eyed stare.

  "You heard me, baby. Lick the studs on the paddle." Oh, this was going to be fun.

  Tone could tell that Finn hadn't expected that, at all, and it took him a second to wrap his mind around it before the tip of that tongue touched one of the studs. "Not a bad start, but you need to make me believe it."

  "Believe what?"

  "That you're trying to seduce me through the paddle."

  "I thought you were seducing me?" The paddle got another soft lick, Finn tracing one of the studs with his tongue.

  "No, you're already well and truly seduced. My job is to blow your mind."

  Finn reached down, cupped his bound package, showing off.

  "And you're not supposed to touch yourself, baby." Of course that didn't stop him from admiring.

  "This isn't touching myself. This is making an offer."

  "Semantics. You haven't finished seducing me with your tongue to stud work yet."

  Finn laughed, then started licking, playing with him, teasing them both.

  "Damn." It was fucking hot, knowing Finn was doing this because he'd asked. Watching Finn's tongue go to town on the paddle was also hot. His cock was heavy, full and aching.

  He crawled onto the bed and grabbed the nipple clamps. "Don't stop."

  Finn nodded, moaned, but didn't stop.

  Tone plucked at Finn's right nipple. Those sensitive titties need
ed rings. Needed them. He couldn't believe someone had wanted them out.

  He opened one of the clamps and set it on Finn's nipple. That needy little bit of flesh drew up tight, begging him to let the clamp go around it. He did, watching as the clamp bit into flesh.

  "Fuck..." Finn's eyes crossed, and his cock leaked copiously.

  "Eventually. I promise."

  Finn nodded, but Tony was fairly sure the man wasn't listening. He pinched the unclamped nipple. He pulled, tugging it out and Finn shuddered, lips open.

  "Here comes the clamp." He set the teeth on Finn's nipple and closed it.

  Finn groaned, hips fucking the air restlessly. Sitting back, he admired his boy, then flicked the clamps on Finn's nipples. Someone was right there with him, focused and ready. He did it again, then again, loving the way he was making Finn dance for him. It didn't take long before Finn grabbed his wrists, held on.

  "Hands on the headboard, baby."

  "Tony..."

  He stared at Finn. "Yes?"

  "You're making me crazy."

  "Oh, good."

  Finn reached up, grabbed the headboard.

  "Good boy." He flicked those nipple clamps again.

  "Tony. Sir. Love. I mean. Please."

  "Just keep holding onto the headboard," he ordered.

  "I'm trying."

  Tony loved the way Finn's arms clenched, muscles rolling. He flicked the tip of Finn's prick this time, just to mix it up. The ring there was already slick with Finn's spunk. He ran his finger through it, then brought it up to his mouth, sucking Finn's flavor into his mouth.

  Oh, fuck yes. He knew that flavor, that need. Knew it deep down in his belly. It made him want to howl.

  He tugged one clamp, hard enough to make Finn twist, moan. Grabbing the paddle, he swatted Finn's hip with it.

  "Oh, fuck. Stings." Finn moaned and arched for him.

  "You want to turn over so I can paddle your ass good and hard?"

  "I..." Finn turned over, slowly, carefully.

  "Good boy." He let the paddle fly across Finn's ass. Finn cried out and scrambled across the bed. "Where are you going?"

  "I don't know."

  "Then come back here." He smacked the paddle against Finn's ass again.

  "Fuck!"

  The studs drew up little red welts. "Oh, fuck, that's pretty."

  "I can't take too many, Sir."

  He leaned over Finn, rubbing his groin against that welted ass. "I thought we had no limits, baby."