Not a throw. But Finn didn’t move.Alec dug in, trying to shift his weight, using his knee against the couch for leverage. Gay sex He glances over, sees the way Finn is watching him, something just a little amused in his expression.”Like what?” Alec asks, shifting a little under Finn’s arm but not pulling away.”You choose.”Alec hesitates, then grabs the remote, flipping through his watchlist before landing on something ridiculous from his childhood, something loud and dumb and nostalgic in a way he never admits. He let Alec hit. And when it was gone, he opened his mouth again, just to show him. His muscles flexed, stretched, coiled as he rose onto his feet. It splashed across Alec’s tongue, his lips, his chin. If this guy wasn’t so fucking hot, he’d be annoying. And then, before Finn could even process his next move, Alec lunged.Finn barely had time to react before Alec hit him, fast and ruthless. Deep. “If they’re lucky.””I feel lucky.” Alec huffs out a quiet laugh, stepping away from the counter. Finn kisses like he means it, like he’s paying attention, like he’s letting Alec set the pace without needing to prove anything.
