HAMLET → FINN SHELBY

breathless kisses

SLIGHTLY EXPLICIT: SEXUAL THEMES

short & spicy ;-)

Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer.

You had discovered that your favourite past-time was kissing Finn.

You had each been each other's first, so every time the two of you kissed, it was a new experience. Like now, the two of you were locked in his bedroom, home alone save for the sleeping body of Ada two rooms over.

You were laying back on his pillows, Finn's body between your legs, one hand pressed into the mattress by your head while the other held your face. His thumb stroked lightly along your cheek as your lips moved in unison, slowly and carefully, as though he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

His hands trailed from your face to across your chest, down your side and onto your leg, fingertips tickling the inside of your thigh. You gasped at the new sensation, back arching up and into his body. Finn pulled back for a moment, the both of you breathing hard.

"Will you touch me there again?"

Finn sat up on his knees. When you saw the little smirk on his lips, you grabbed the pillow next to your and planted it over your burning face.

"Love," Finn crowed, coaxing the pillow from your clutching fingers. "Let me see those pretty eyes, please, aye?"

Once the pillow was tossed to the side, Finn took your face in his hands, the cool metal of the Shelby family ring pressing into your warm skin. You couldn't help but smile up at him as he leaned down for a kiss, lips missing yours and touching your chin, cheeks, forehead—everywhere except the place you wanted him the most.

"Show me where," he whispered, removing his hands and sitting up again, placing his palms against yours. "Show me where you want me."

You hesitated and Finn shook his head. "I wanna make you feel good," he assured, pecking your lips once more. "I like the little noises you make."

"Shut up," you grumbled against his lips, drawing his hands down until they were situated between your legs, fingertips pressed into the small flesh of your thighs, thumb pressing against the slightly damp cotton of your panties. "There, please?"

Finn could practically feel you ache for him, his thumb dragging down against your core, your underwear separating him and your utmost pleasure. You let out a shuddering breath, squirming slightly as a small noise left your throat, making Finn grin like a schoolboy in trouble.

"There?" Finn asked, stroking lightly once more before pressing his thumb down on that special little spot on your underwear. "Or there?"

Your body was on fire, breath hitching in your throat as an aching wave of heat made it's way down your body. 

"Anywhere," you practically begged, a small snap in your tone as Finn refused to move his hand, leaving you to squirm against his fingers for some type of friction. "Prick."

And then he slipped his fingers into your panties so suddenly that your back slipped into an arch, your lips parting around a soundless moan, fingers clutched tightly in Finn's shirt.

Why the fuck was he still wearing a shirt?

You whined as Finn stilled again, lifting your head to nudge your lips against his, the kiss needy and wanting.

"Be nice," he mumbled against your lips, his fingers hooking into the waist of your underwear, slowly drawing them down. "And I'll be nice, too."

"Take your shirt off."

"Take your shirt off, please," Finn corrected.

"Good Lord, you are fucking ridiculous."

"Ridiculously good-looking."