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Finny squeaked as Bard kissed the side of their neck, arching their back and digging their fingers into his. They were outside, and the sun was about to set; the sky hazy and its clouds bright with the promise of a chromatic display soon to come. Bard had been excused for the night after finishing all the cleanup surrounding dinner, and he’d wasted no time before wandering out to the gardens where Finny was working and distracting them to hell and back. Comments on their body as they tried innocently to plant and water flowers, stray touches teasing their sides and shoulders as he hovered around them, and of course blatant begging for them to take a break and spend time with him. Sebastian was busy with Ciel and wouldn’t be there to nag them.
Finny had sighed after getting to a stopping point and giggled as they’d allowed Bard to take their hand and lead them behind the toolshed, where he’d pressed them up against the structure and tucked his signature unlit cigarette away in his pocket before leaning in to capture their mouth with his own. Things quickly grew heated, and minutes later Finny hadn’t been allowed to budge; Bard clearly having missed them since they’d last spent real time together that morning.
They struggled lightly, not because they wanted to get away but simply to experience being falsely overpowered as Bard predictably pushed them even harder against the wall, making sure they couldn’t get away. With their bodies pushed so closely together, Finny felt something against their low stomach and their breath left them in a rush as their partner sucked a dark mark onto their neck, their hands traveling up to grip Bard’s hair. “You… you’re hard,” they whispered.
Bard lightly nipped the sore spot he’d created, chuckling. “Course I am.”
Finny’s breath hitched, and they pressed their hips forward to feel it better, making Bard groan. “Want to go inside?” the older servant asked.
Finny shook their head. “Sebastian might see us.”
Bard looked disappointed, and Finny bit their lower lip. “I can still help, though…”
He raised a brow in intrigue. “Really?”
“I mean… it’s not like anyone else ever comes around here but me, and you if you’re looking for me,” they rationalized, shy realizing just how excited the risk of the idea was making them.
Bard affectionately nuzzled into the side of their neck in response to the offer, the scruff on his face tickling them and making them squirm and giggle. He pushed himself away from the wall to give them room and Finny swallowed, looking up at him, before sinking to their knees in the grass.
Bard moved in close again, and Finny reached to undo his clothes until they could grab what they wanted from its confines and start to stroke, blinking up at their partner. Their head swam with the adrenaline of doing something so bold, they scarcely knew how to proceed.
Bard allowed this for a time before breathing out in amusement and speaking. “Well?” The roughness of his voice shot down Finny’s spine and would’ve been enough to make them collapse if they weren’t already on the ground. “I know you’ve got a lot more fight in you than that.” One of the man’s hands stroked over the top of Finny’s head and grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling at their scalp just enough to border on stinging.
Finny exhaled shakily and steadied their hand around the base of Bard’s cock, then leaned forward a bit to gently flick their tongue against the slit at the tip. They slowly kissed down the side of Bard’s shaft until their lips met their hand, and followed this up with a few more short strokes.
They next leaned back again, their partner’s grip still locked in their hair but allowing them to move freely, and used their free hand to slowly pull the foreskin back from the head of Bard’s cock before placing it in their mouth to gently suckle. They looked up in search of approval, eyes wide, and Bard met their gaze with a knowing smirk.
“Hmm, that’s nice, but I have a better idea.”
The hand on Finny’s head suddenly pushed, forcing them down further on Bard’s length without warning. Finny took this in stride as their instincts started taking over, opening wider to accommodate the increased girth and moving their hand out of the way so they could be guided all the way. Their lips soon settled firmly at the base of Bard’s cock, the tip having hit the back of their throat and then easily pushed down past it. Bard growled above them as the muscles of Finny’s throat reflexively contracted around the invasion, but they were doing just fine. Even when Bard removed his hand from their hair, they didn’t make any move to pull back for breath. They kept all of him down, swallowed around him, and then blatantly moaned at the feeling of a full mouth. Bard muttered a swear, bracing himself against the wall with an arm and bringing his other hand back to Finny’s head, but only to rest gently.
Finny did pull back with the freedom, but only just enough to draw a quick breath in through their nose before pushing their mouth back down to the root of Bard’s cock, lips clinging around it while their tongue massaged its underside. They didn’t linger for long, though, pulling their head away slightly before quickly pushing back again. They set a rhythm of this, fucking their throat on the front of Bard’s cock while their lips and tongue worked the rest of it. They firmly grasped the other’s hips with their hands to get better leverage, knowing how to regulate their breathing so they never had to pull all the way off.
Bard was groaning and letting out harsh pants of air as he lowly praised them for their work, but was mostly drowned out by all of the noise Finny was making. They were whimpering and whining, frantically panting through their nose and paying no mind to how much they were drooling onto themself, viscous saliva running in streams down their chin to land on their chest. That was the least of their problems, however, what with the embarrassingly large wet spot they could feel spreading further and further between their legs. They considered reaching down with a hand to rub themself through their clothes, but wanted to focus fully on their task to give Bard the best possible experience.
They didn’t get far, Bard groaning as Finny’s throat contracted particularly violently around him and starting to gently push them off. “You’re getting too tight…”
Finny coughed as Bard left their mouth fully, not complaining about the opportunity to draw in some deep breaths but still sad that they’d been interrupted. They looked up at Bard tentatively, one eye open, and received a reassuring smile in return. “Come on, relax.” One of Bard’s thumbs entered Finny’s panting mouth and pressed down into the middle of their tongue, encouraging them to gape their jaw back open to a comfortable degree. Bard’s other hand slipped behind their head to cradle and support it while he guided the tip of himself back to Finny’s lips. “Deep breath, love.”
Finny’s face grew ever warmer as Bard gently pushed himself inside again once they’d followed the order, always weak to sweet names. They steeled themself all the same, ready to put in a renewed effort, but was stopped when Bard grabbed their chin, preventing them from moving their head forward. “It’s my turn now,” he rasped, “You just rest.”
Finny obeyed, relaxing their mouth and throat to the best of their ability while they were filled again, their head being pressed all the way back against the wall but still cushioned by Bard’s hand so as not to make it uncomfortable. Bard breathed out heavily once fully seated, and used his free hand to trace the side of Finny’s flushed face with his fingertips before pressing them to their neck. Realizing that Bard wanted to feel himself moving from within their throat, Finny let a broken moan bubble up around his cock. They got one back, and Bard pressed just a bit harder as he sped up, feeling as Finny’s throat stretched to accommodate with each renewed intrusion.
The increased movement against his fingers and all the noise Finny was making now seemed to spur Bard on, creating a positive feedback loop until he’d given up on trying to touch Finny’s neck and instead just roughly gripped them by the jaw, repeatedly cramming himself inside at an increasingly erratic pace. Finny’s eyes rolled back in their head and trails of saliva claimed the bare skin on their neck that Bard’s fingers had left behind, balling both of their hands into fists and pressing them down firmly into their own lap. They could barely breathe now, but that was okay, as they could sense Bard was close. And them too, apparently. With the minimal stimulation they got from compressing their hands against themself they felt the aching need in their core swell and snap, making them lurch.
The moan they couldn’t stifle came out as more of a gurgle, Bard hissing and burying himself to the hilt in Finny’s mouth a final time soon after. A tremor traveled through Finny’s body as they felt warmth spill out deep in their throat and travel down to settle heavily in their middle, starting to feel lightheaded from lack of air but not minding in the slightest. Bard partially moved back with a labored breath just in time for the last last of his cum to meet Finny’s tongue and pulled out fully after that, releasing his grip on the younger servant’s head. Once they’d calmed and the ache in their chest subsided, Finny dutifully swallowed and shyly looked up, eyes glimmering in the evening light.
Bard smiled, forehead glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. “You did perfect. Now clean me up.”
Finny leaned forward on their knees, staggering and almost falling over in the process, but managed to save it in the end and wasted no more time before gently placing Bard back inside their mouth. They did their best, but after a succession of soft licks and a final, gentle kiss at the tip Bard’s softening cock was obviously still coated in a layer of saliva; though it was an obvious improvement from the dripping mess it had been before. Finny lovingly tucked Bard back into his clothing and fastened him back up, afterwards being offered a hand and pulled to their feet. They nearly lost their balance again, but had the wall to lean on so it was fine.
Bard kissed them, not at all opposed to tasting himself, and placed a large hand on their hip when he broke away. “Your turn?”
Finny quickly shook their head. “We’ve been hiding too long, and…” They chuckled sheepishly. “I already finished.”
Bard looked at them, surprised but clearly pleased. “Doing my job for me I see.”
Finny winked. “You know we’ll see each other plenty later tonight.”
Bard gave them one last kiss, satisfied with that promise, and left them to finish the rest of the day’s duties.