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The stretchy fabric is seemingly not stretchy enough as it wraps tight around my cock, digging into my hips. It’s not even concealing anything, but I’m sure me being rock hard doesn’t help at all.

Finn gapes at me, already naked and sitting on his knees in front of me. “You’re so f-fucking hot… I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest ever.” Loving eyes dart between my length and my face. “Can I touch?”

"Y-Yeah…" The admission doesn't feel filthy anymore. Finn’s calloused fingers begin to trace circles around my already leaking tip. Being out on display like this for him makes me feel disgusting in the best way possible.

Despite my hopes, he doesn’t pull it out. Instead he tells me to turn around which I do in a heartbeat, with nothing but a thin strip of fabric between my full cheeks. My cock aches between my legs, which he nudges apart with his knee. The pillow underneath is meant to support me, but it doesn’t do all that much save for providing me with something to rut against like a filthy animal.

“You’re so hard,” he purrs before running a digit down my shaft. “Does my precious bunny love showing off for me? I didn’t even have to touch you for you to get like that.”

Squirming, I can’t even bring myself to dignify what he says with words. My body is on fire and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. “B-Be nice… Please…”

Finn exhales sharply. “Be nice? You weren’t being very nice when you tried to leave me.” He begins stroking my shaft quickly, gripping it a little too tight for comfort. “And now you’re asking me to be nice?”

“Y-You said you weren’t mad…” I gasp.

“I’m not.” His voice returns to being syrupy sweet. “But you said you chose me, and then you tried to leave me. Say that you love me, Duncan. Be a good bunny and do it.”

The smoldering desire in his stare. He’s looking at me like that. He wants every part of me, and I want every part of him. “I-I love you. I love you so much, Finn.”

“I love you too, bunny.” His cock twitches in the air, coated in a thick layer of lube that does little to help when he pulls me down on every inch of him. My body feels like it’s on fire as I spread myself open on the man I love more than anything. I don’t need my parents. I don’t need my life. I don’t need my friends. I just need him.

All I’ve ever needed was Finn.

FIFTY-SIX

Any other Christmas day, I’d have woken up two hours ago at five to help my mom make breakfast for my entire extended family. Instead, I’m laying in bed with the love of my life. My head hurts just a smidge, but my body feels lighter than usual.

“Ugh…” Finn rolls over in his sleep, pulling me closer. “Mmh, bunny…”

“Finn,” I say with a sleepy voice. “Finn.”

“Hmm… What?” he yawns.

“Merry Christmas.”

Like a rocket he shoots up, eyes darting over to the clock on his nightstand and then at me. As if confirming, I’m really there, he calms down. “Yeah… R-Right,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I love you, Dunk. You wanna open presents?”

“You actually got some?”

His brow raises in question. “Of course I did. It’s Christmas. You think I’d miss an opportunity to spoil my sweet bunny?”

“I… I don’t know. I just thought...”

“Thought what? That I was mad at you?” Finn grins before carrying me with one strong arm. The floor groans underneath us as he steps out into the hall. He drops me down on the couch, kissing my forehead and then disappearing into the basement.

When he returns he has a few wrapped gifts in tow, setting them down on the coffee table alongside another mug of hot chocolate. Finn takes his spot next to me, pulling me onto his lap and burying his nose in my hair.

“Here,” he brings the steaming cup of liquid to my lips. One sip is enough for the rich chocolate flavor to wash away my morning breath. “They’re all for you,” he says happily while motioning to all the gifts. “Which one do you wanna open first?”

“Is this… okay? I mean, I didn’t get you anything. I feel… bad.”

Finn giggles. “You gave me the best gift of all: you. You’re mine, Duncan.” Leaning forward, he swipes a smaller, thinner box from the table. “Open this one.”

Clumsy fingers tear apart the green gift wrap, adorned with sparkles and little Christmas trees. It’s one of those fancy rectangular jewelry boxes, and for a second I get nervous. But when I open it, I find the collar from when I first woke up here. My name is engraved on the metal tag that sits just underneath the golden bell.

“Now you can’t ever get away from me again.” Finn says happily, plucking it from the box and wrapping the leather around my neck. It tightens when he fastens it, so rough in comparison to my hickey-covered skin. “Do you like it?”