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Mash’s hands weren’t gentle. He wasn’t used to holding on to delicate things without them crumbling underneath him.
“M-Mash,” Finn gasped out, threading his hands in Mash’s hair.
Looking down, he saw Finn splayed out on his bed, hair fanned out on the bedspread. His freckled face was tinted pink from the situation they were currently in. Reaching down, he tucked a piece of Finn’s blonde hair behind his ear, kissing his cheek as he did so.
The two had gone to their shared room to study. Due to Mash’s abysmal grades, the group had planned to come together and help him. However, the rest of them unfortunately had to cancel which left Finn to be his sole tutor. Their focus was supposed to be on spell casting, key word supposed.
How they ended up intertwined in Finn’s bed was an enigma to them all. A textbook pushed to the side, a stumble into the sheets, led them to where they were. And now, Finn found himself overwhelmed by all the sensations. He didn’t expect a meathead like Mash to be tender. Finn wasn’t upset about the situation, but let’s just say he didn’t have much experience in this area. In fact, he had absolutely none. He had thought the same could be said for Mash, but with how nimble and skilled he was it seemed like he was wrong. Finn tried to swallow down the pit in his stomach at that idea.
Hands trembling, he reached for Mash’s collar to gain some semblance of control. Mash leaned down to catch him in a kiss, and Finn tried to respond. Mash swiped his tongue at Finn’s lips, causing him to let out a soft moan in return. Finn felt out of his element. What was he even supposed to be doing right now? Where should he put his hands?
Breaking away from the kiss, Mash asked, “You okay? You’re trembling.”
“A-Ah, I’m alright!” He responded with a shudder.
“Do you want to stop?” Mash questioned, head slightly tilted.
“No! I, um…” Finn trailed on. “I don’t一I just, how are you so good at this? Have you done this before?”
“Nope, never.” He answered quickly.
Of course he hadn’t, it was just like Mash to be a natural.
Stopping him from spiraling, Mash gently caressed his cheek, thumbing over his freckles.
“Do you not like it?” Mash wondered, eyes examining his face.
Finn found Mash’s hand and interlocked them together.
“I like it,” He responded sincerely. “But, can I change something?”
Mash nodded his head in agreement, and Finn maneuvered them so they were both lying on their sides.
“There, much less intimidating.” Finn said, smiling.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, thumb hovering over Finn’s bottom lip.
Finn, instead of answering, leaned forward to catch him off guard and capture the other’s lips. Mash’s breath caught in his throat, and he decided he quite liked the sound of Mash taken off guard. Emboldened, Finn’s hands wrapped around Mash’s neck, pulling him closer. Finn nipped lightly at Mash’s lip, causing him to groan. Pulling away, a strand of spit kept them connected. Finn gently pushed Mash to the bed and situated himself on his lap. Mash looked up at him amazed, seeing a new side of the other. Mash didn’t give up control easily, but if it meant he could have Finn splayed in his lap, hands pressed against his chest, he could get used to it.
Finn liked the feeling of being in charge. Having been pushed around most of his life, having a strong force like Mash submit to him caused a funny feeling to bubble in his chest. He knew that Mash could change the situation at any time, but he didn’t. He was waiting for Finn to make the move, letting him have all the time he needed. Mash’s hands were rubbing circles on Finn’s thighs, coaxing and enticing him.
“You look so beautiful like this.” Mash stated honestly.
Finn smiled down at him and lowered his hands from his chest down to his abs. He had always wanted to do this. It was insane that someone could have such raw strength. Finn’s body was lanky in stature, nothing like the man below him. It didn’t seem to phase Mash though, who was currently thumbing at his uniform to touch the milky skin underneath.
“Is this okay?” Finn pondered, moving to unbutton Mash’s uniform.
Mash didn’t respond, instead he threw his shirt off so quickly he almost tore off the buttons. Finn giggled at this, and started to remove his top as well. Mash kept his eyes on him, almost in a trance, not wanting to miss a second. Once they were both disrobed from the waist up, Finn gripped Mash’s hair gently and tugged him forward. Mash followed without hesitation, finding his lips and deepening the kiss. Tongues tangled together, his hands pulled Finn’s hips closer, almost like he was trying to get them to fuse as one being entirely.
Before they could lose themselves in the feeling, there was a pounding at their door.
“Hello, anyone home?” Dot’s voice could be heard on the other side.
Scrambling to look presentable, Finn quickly pulled his uniform back on, tousling his hair to look somewhat normal.
“Put your shirt on!” Finn whisper-shouted, tossing it to Mash.
Mash did as he was told, but before Finn could open the door, asked, “Can we pick back up where we left off later?”
Finn gave him a quick peck and said sternly, “Yes, but after studying. We’re supposed to graduate together, remember?”
Mash hummed in agreement, looking down at his hands. So they weren’t just there to pummel, huh?