Bonus Epilogue

Hank

“That’s it, baby. You’re doin’ so good.” Hank twisted his wrist, Finn’s skin a pale pink, stretched around him.

“Fuuuck. Hank!” Finn tilted his back, his body glistening with restraint and the pleasure-pain from being stretched. Burying his face in the pillow, he moaned deeply into the light blue cotton fabric, his hole vibrating around Hank’s knuckles. Wiggling his hips, ass cheeks jiggling, he desperately tried to find a position where he could better accommodate Hank’s hand. He was so goddamn beautiful like this, his long blond hair sweaty, goose bumps scattered across his shoulders, intermingling with his freckles. Awestruck. There was no other word to describe how Hank felt in his moment, Finn letting Hank deep inside him, at his most vulnerable ever perhaps, his trust in Hank limitless.

“I’ve got you, sweet boy. Just relax. Daddy’s got you,” Hank cooed against his neck, pulling almost all the way out, lathering Finn’s abused hole with more lube. The air surrounding them was heady, the scent of Finn’s arousal intensifying with every push and pull.

It had taken a lot of preparation—and determination—to get to this point, and it was only the second time that Finn was taking Hank like this. The first time, Hank had been so afraid that he would hurt Finn. When he looked at his large, rough hand and then Finn’s small pink hole, it just seemed unfathomable that he could take him. That he would even want to take him. But Hank had let Finn’s conviction and need guide him across a line he’d never thought he would cross—and in the process of doing so, they’d reached a new level of intimacy. A space that was both filthy and serene all at once.

‘ You’re not gonna hurt me. I’ll tell you what I want, what I need. You’ll never hurt me. I trust you completely, Hank. ’ And it had been goddamn astonishing, Finn placing his body and his pleasure in Hank’s hands. That was something he would never ever take for granted and never forget.

“Motherfucking fuck. I can’t. It’s too much,” Finn groaned into the pillow, tossing his head back and forth. He shifted on his knees, his thighs trembling.

“Of course you can, baby. You’ve done it before. I know you can do it again. Just relax, baby boy. Breathe. Breathe for me.” Massaging up and down Finn’s spine with his other hand, soothing him, Hank moved his hand inside Finn, small careful thrusts to slowly ease himself deeper inside.

“It’s too big, Daddy. Fuck!” Finn whimpered, his teeth latching onto the fabric, his fists clenching and unclenching the sheets beneath him. They were sticky, smeared with lube and precum, Finn’s cock hanging between his toned thighs, practically weeping. Hank wasn’t fully undressed, still wearing his jeans, his upper body naked. This wasn’t about him. This was so far removed from sexual gratification, a different kind of need growing inside Finn. A need to be pushed into a space where Finn ceased to be in a physical state and could let go entirely. Finn had tried to explain it to him, but he wasn’t entirely sure that he got it completely. That he would ever get it, grasping the full meaning of this state that Finn entered. He could only imagine what it would be like and, in some ways, he was jealous of Finn. But then, as soon as he focused on Finn’s pleasure, that feeling went away, and there was only a selfless love, sublime and all-consuming.

“You okay, baby? Any time you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Okay? This is all about you, and only you know when it’s too much,” Hank coaxed as he continued to rub his palm up and down Finn’s sweaty back, his skin so pale, downy golden hair splayed across his ass cheeks.

“Yeah… I’m okay,” Finn panted, his breaths coming out in small, labored puffs. “Just… just give me a sec.” A strained, outdrawn moan escaped his puffy lips, and then he swayed his back, spreading his thighs even wider, Hank’s hand sinking impossibly deep inside him.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” Pressing light kisses along Finn’s freckled, sun-kissed shoulders, he moved his hand to the back of Finn’s neck, burying it in his long hair. Wrapping the strands around his fist, he pinned Finn down, settling his jittery movements.

“Fuck, Hank, did your hand grow?” Finn chuckled, an edge of pain in his voice.

“No, it didn’t grow,” Hank laughed too, biting into the frail skin of Finn’s neck, tasting the panicked sweat on his tongue.

“Then my hole must’ve shrunk,” he whined, swaying his hips from side to side. He was so close. Good thing that Finn couldn’t see himself from Hank’s angle, because he was so goddamn impatient, his boy, that he would surely have pushed back against Hank, swallowing the rest of his hand in one go.

“That ain’t likely with the way you’ve been attached to my dick all week, baby,” Hank teased. It was true. Three days he’d been away with Colton, driving up to South Dakota to pick up a Jeep he’d bought for Finn. Three goddamn days and Finn had been all over him—practically jumping on his cock the minute he’d walked in the door. Hank was sure that they’d both lost weight over the past week, Finn complaining like a spoiled incubus whenever Hank had popped over to the shop or gone outside with Maggie.

“How much left?” Finn groaned, beads of perspiration splayed across his forehead, drops of sweat trailing down and pooling in his hair. He was resting his left cheek against the pillow, eyes closed, a concentrated frown between his brows.

“Up to my knuckles. I’m almost all the way in. Take a deep breath, baby, and relax. You‘ve got this.” Adding more lube, Hank twisted his hand a couple of times, feeling the tight ring of muscle giving way.

“Oh my God. OhmyGodOhmyfuckingGod ,” Finn cried, his eyes squeezed tight, the moths resting against the translucent skin below his eyes.

“That’s it. Look at you. Swallowing my hand like the good boy that you are.”

“It’s too much, Daddy. Please, it’s too much,” he sobbed, his fists pulling at the sheets frantically.

“You’ve got this. Don’t fight it. Relax into it. I’m all in now, baby. Let Daddy take care of his beautiful boy. Damn, you’re gorgeous, baby. Look at your cheeks, all scarlet, like they’re on fire.” Licking his bottom lip, swiping sweat out of his eyes, Hank thrust his hand carefully back and forth inside Finn’s channel. “Look at me,” he demanded, reaching down, once again grabbing Finn’s hair in his fist. Pulling his head backward, Finn’s lean, corded neck was on display, flexing, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Eyes wide open, pupils blown black, his gaze met Hank’s, neediness and submission pooling in his eyes.

“Oh, Daddy,” he whispered. Fuck, he was magnificent, his Finn. So vulnerable and yet owning Hank, body and soul. There’s nothing I won’t do for him, Hank realized, the insight both frightening and freeing at the same time. What a treasure he’d found that day in Colton’s shelter. What a gift life had thrown his way, changing the course of his life, bringing love and intimacy with it, breathing fire back into Hank’s dormant soul.

“I know, baby.” Hank bent down over his back, catching his lips in a hard kiss.

“It feels so good, Daddy,” Finn spoke against his lips, his voice shaking. “It feels so fucking good.”

“You’re so beautiful, Finn. You’re a goddamn revelation .” You’re the beginning and the end and everything in between. You’re the here and now and what will never be, but what I’ll always strive to have. Infinity. “Touch yourself, baby.” Finn’s right hand immediately flew to his cock, slender fingers wrapping around his length as he started stroking himself.

“Like this, Daddy?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the slapping of skin against skin and Hank’s deep growls.

“That’s it. Just like that. Now come for Daddy. Come, baby,” Hank coaxed, Finn’s stretched hole clenching around him. “Come,” he breathed against Finn’s ear, and with a silent scream, his face distorted with pleasure and pain, Finn came, spilling his climax onto the already ruined sheets. It was then, at that moment, when his release hit him like a tidal wave, that Finn’s face transformed, the twisted features evening out once again, the wrinkles around his eyes fading, the frown between his brows washed away by a tranquility so deep and all-consuming that Hank could only feel envious and proud.

“Oh, Daddy,” Finn moaned, his face the image of serenity. Of joy. “I feel so close to you now.”

“I feel so close to you, too, baby boy,” Hank swallowed.

“I am you, and you are me, Hank. Do you feel it?” he cried.

“I feel it.” Fuck, did he feel it.

“I love you so much, Hank. So fucking much. Thank you.”

“I love you too, my sweet, precious boy. So very, very much .” Thank you, Finn. Thank you, thank you, thank you.