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Watching Damian successfully cash in his Money in the Bank contract was enough.
Finn knew at that moment that his partner was gonna be the next World Heavyweight Champion.
When he grabbed Drew by the neck and pinned him to the ring, everyone started to scream in the arena and he saw his man lifting the belt, beautifully shining against the flashing lights.
He couldn’t be more proud of Damian Priest.
They were all watching backstage, waiting to see if it would finally go right, if he would finally get his chance.
Dominik was counting the seconds, JD nearly crying and Rhea screamed, ecstatic.
Finn couldn’t stop looking at the screen, silently pleading to whatever’s ruling the world to make his man champion. To make him get what he deserves.
He hears how everyone around him screams and jumps and vibrates and Finn feels electric, feels his fingers tingle from anticipation to hold his man, to tell him how fucking proud he was, to kiss him, to make sure he knows that he damn deserves it.
Fuck, he’s so happy that he is already planning on what to cook for him, what to get him as a gift to mark this day, what to say, what to do!
He must wait, he knows.
Now, Priest must take pictures with Triple H, must do interviews and all that stuff. It’s gonna take a while until they are finally alone to properly celebrate but that isn’t a problem.
All good things come in time.
The party was great, Damian’s personal friends were there, he had a bottle of champagne on one hand and the title on the other.
Lots of bubbles flying around, music blasting, Rhea and Dom sneaking out to do god knows what, JD congratulating Priest all the time and Finn watched, mesmerized and proud.
To see his man enjoying his moment, so openly, so proudly, as he should. He has worked so hard for this, year after year, match after match, always training until late, always catching up on the new moves, always giving 110% to this.
To see him finally gaining some recognition for that, it’s so right. He has done everything, he has been deserving of it for way too long, it was about damn time.
Finn watched, with a smile on his face that didn’t leave even for a second. JD sat beside him, Damian still up hearing congratulations from each and everyone in the room.
“You good, mate?”
JD asked, taking a sip of his beer and putting an arm around Balor.
He looked worried, eyebrows scrunched in an almost sad way. Finn questioned.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, man… the tag team titles… I know you two were quite fond of those.”
Oh yea… the tag team titles…
It was really unfortunate to lose those, especially since Balor was getting used to having the titles around his shoulders, to be called the Undisputed Tag Team and be able to be around Priest all the time, fight beside him, something he always looked forward to.
Losing them did hurt but he was more happy for his partner than sad for losing the belts.
“Yea, JD… I’m just glad that Priest got to cash in and now holds that belt around his waist. Look at that smile.”
They both watch as Damian dances with his brother, a big smile on his lips, everyone around them celebrating his man’s victory.
Finn couldn’t ask for a better night.
JD takes another sip, nodding and taking off his hand from Balor’s shoulder.
“You’re right, mate… it's great to see him like this. I think it was about time WWE gave him more recognition.”
He puts down his beer while Finn grabs his own. Yes, he’s right about that. Now that his partner got this chance, it’ll demand a lot from him, for sure.
To retain the title, to train regularly, to be present on Raw and Smackdown.
He knows it won’t be easy, but he’ll be there right beside Damian, every day he needs him. Because he couldn’t be more honored to share these moments with him.
While drinking, he finds Priest’s eyes on him. Even like this, in a room full of people, loud music and a few feet between them, Balor feels that tingle inside, that feeling that if he could, he would just grab his partner and take him to the closest bathroom stall as he had done before.
Get on his knees and suck him off, a vivid memory of how he puts a hand on his nape and plunges into his mouth, explicit noises banging inside his head.
Like he is out of a trance, he just hears the last part from JD’s sentence, a simple nod all he gives.
“… right?”
Finn had no idea what he was nodding about but it didn’t matter, because after that JD got up, beer in hand and left, heading straight out to the bar.
It couldn’t have been something big or anything important, right? But even with that in mind, Balor decided to head to the restroom, maybe throw some water on his face and get some beer out of his system.
It helped a bit, he felt his eyes sharper and the cold hitting his warm cheeks definitely made him feel the space around him better. He stands alone in the bathroom, looking himself in the mirror and watching as little drops of water run down his cheek.
“I shouldn’t drink more.”
Is what he thinks, the silent moment of realization being broken when the door opens, his clear eyes at it in a sec.
The shock on his features is instantly melted, the man he is dying to hug and kiss going through the threshold, his deep husky voice resonating on the tiles.
“JD couldn’t find you so I got worried. Is everything alright, dear?”
Finn watches him through the mirror, how he gets closer so softly, arms hugging his entire frame so easily. The warmth and scent of his man is intoxicating, a never ending drug to his system that even apart, Balor can always recall the exact feelings his body feels when he gets a hit.
And sighting he tries to answer, not enough strength in him to keep it together when they are so close in a ‘private’ place.
“Just needed a moment… couldn’t stop thinking about-“
Immediately cuts himself off, his conscious kicking in and deciding that it’s best to not make it so obvious. But even without saying it, his cheeks burn, probably red from embarrassment and he tries to lower his head without making Priest realize it, an action that ultimately leads to him noticing it even clearer, beautiful brown eyes always so sharp.
“What?”
Balor doesn’t need to look at him to know that he has a smirk on his face, the depth of his power over Finn’s body more than clear to him.
It always amazed Priest how he never knew all of it, something new in every interaction. Something to learn and use, when the time is right.
In this instant, it seemed as good a time as any, especially because the man he so much loves is currently trying to hide the fact of how he has been needing his hug, this hug.
His arms tighten around Finn, head lowering to smell his pearly skin, to kiss under his ear, hear it so closely how he sights, see from the mirror how he looks so delectable even with just a few moments together.
“Seems like you’ve been wanting this, huh?”
Nodding without even noticing, Balor simply continues to sight, big hands roaming around his waist and up his chest, still over his shirt. The small and gentle pecks on his neck are not enough and the only way to get how he wants it is saying what his partner wants to hear.
“Yes, baby… c’mon”
A hand holding his jaw firmly, making him face the mirror and he opens his eyes, intense gaze back at him.
He looks so damn good, is what Finn thinks. How his braids are gorgeous, how his glistening skin is perfect, how his sharp smirk is treacherously sickening.
To Priest, Balor is his little doll, a precious little thing that he cares for, gorgeous all around, handmade by Michelangelo himself.
Such a fine piece of sin, every time he feels the warmth from him inevitably leading to uncontrollable feelings and insatiable actions.
The hand going inside Finn’s pants is proof of that.
“Like this?”
“Ohh fuck…”
They still gaze at each other, Damian taking extra pleasure in seeing the exact moment when Balor can’t keep his eyes open, the feeling of his big hand grabbing his half hard cock intense enough.
“Easy baby… can’t make too much noise.”
Finn doesn’t have time to answer him or try to keep quiet at all, the hand holding his jaw inserting itself in his mouth.
“We gotta be quick here, Finn. Anyone can walk in on us.”
Whispered against his skin, Balor trembles as his partner cups his balls and glues their bodies entirely. It’s maddening and inflammable, his touch leaving a trail so hot that surely must be marking him.
The digits inside his mouth are completely coated with saliva, some of it reaching his chin. His own hands are against the countertop, trying to hold himself up but in a quick manner, almost moving on their own, they reach and open his pants, pushing down to give his man more room.
He looks back in the mirror and sees that twisted smirk again, the coated digits leaving his mouth and snatching his hard swollen cock now.
The other grabs his face so they can share an open mouthed kiss, messy and bruising.
Proud, Damian says after they part.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you?”
A bite on his neck, a finger against the tip of his cock, exclusively rubbing his most sensitive nerve on the underside, that deep voice resonating so intensively inside his ear, Damian’s other hand using the gap from the buttons of his shirt to grab his chest, groping and pinching like it was fucking play-do.
Finn had to cry out loud.
“Ahh-!”
Kissing again, so much hunger, so much passion that they moved together, Priest was only giving him a handjob but their bodies moved like he was properly fucking him, the Latino enjoying their position to shamelessly grind against the round buns of his partner.
“You’re mine Finn, solo mío. Entiende?”
He was hard himself but that could be fixed later. Now he was savoring his personal treat, his own delectable candy, sugar rush so intense that even a simple handjob like this was profoundly etching itself on his memory, the faces and noises Balor was making were truly remarkable.
“Damian… yes-“
As he moved his body against the man, he pumped him fast and hard, kissed and bited his neck and jaw, used free digits to pinch his pink nipples, to feel him squirming on his grip.
“Ohgoddamnit-“
Damian felt it as Finn started to get stiff, how he had his eyes closed, hands instinctively gripping the countertop’s edge so fiercely, mouth open and no noise coming out anymore, head going back and resting on his shoulder.
Seeing that pale neck, unmarked, pearly skin so beautifully stretched made Priest realize that even like this, he was having so much fun.
Milking everything out of him, the Latino holds him so tight against his own body, mouth attached to his neck now, sucking a big maroon hickey, the way Balor trembled on his grip making him hold him even tighter, feeling like it was his own body shaking from orgasm.
“Yea baby…”
“Hmm…”
When he finally makes noise, it’s a big pull of breath, like his body came back to life suddenly. Damian was still sucking his neck, patiently waiting for Finn's mind to get back in the room again, watching closely in the mirror for any sign of it.
He looks wrecked, clothes unruled, chest going up and down, practically begging for air. Hands hanging on the side, like it weighs tons. Priest holds him like he truly is his doll, his own ragdoll for him to put it on his lap and care for it whenever he wants.
The sign of ocean blue eyes on the mirror makes him stop the sucking, having a little glimpse of how deeply maroon it is. He’ll inspect it better later. For now, he looks back into those eyes, the satisfied smile, a picture he wants to mark it on his memory too.
Finn’s head gently turns to the side and he kisses Damian, softly and tender, one hand holding his cheek. They gaze at one another, a simple look is enough to get them smiling and giggling.
“If you weren’t holding me, I would’ve fallen by now.”
“Don’t worry darling, I’ll never let you go.”
Another shared smile and a small peck, Damian finally letting go of his body to clean his hands, Balor putting his pants back on, the exact moment he got the fabric up is when the door opens, JD coming inside.
“Damian, are you h-? Oh! You’re here!”
Priest watches as Balor’s cheeks turn even redder, hands on his zipper, the button open, shirt crumpled and the big hickey on his neck making a perfect picture.
And JD must have peeped on them too, so he probably knows what happened.
Right?
“I’m sorry mate, I was… throwing up, yea! Had too much beer, ya know?”
Drying his hands now, he gets closer to Finn and puts his arm over his shoulder, looking back at JD, smirk on his face, something he can’t truly hide.
“Come on, let’s get you some water, baby. JD can you do me a favor? See if you can find some food for him.”
McDonagh watches closely as they leave the bathroom with those big eyes, almost like he was picturing vividly in his mind what happened a few minutes ago, probably what he heard.
To Balor it was embarrassing. To Damian it was… well, he never felt ashamed of it, that’s for sure.
Proud might not be the right word but it did sound kinda like it was.
Far from the Irish boy in the bathroom, Damian feels the need to joke about it, even if just a little bit.
“Throwing up, huh?”
Finn looks up, dying of embarrassment, eyes carefully looking if JD was near them.
“Shh! Not a word, D!”
Laughing, Priest stops walking and gently brings Finn’s chin closer, looking back into those ocean eyes. A playful smile on his lips and Balor is confused but still mimics it, knowing that there must be a catch, there’s always something.
Turns out he was right.
“Feel this?”
He presses one finger right in the middle of the blooming hickey, Balor retracting from it immediately.
“Oi! What is it?”
Even watching his partner like that, he can’t help but feel amusement. It would be great if he was recording this.
“A big very red hickey, baby. Guess that JD knows what you were up to…”
Balor’s face immediately turns into a surprised but embarrassed expression, the realization that he was caught in a lie so bluntly crashing into him. It’s not a big deal but it also is.
Priest tries not to laugh and is using every cell of his body for that, his man giving the best reactions as always.
“No way-“
“Yes. He knows it, baby. But don’t worry, I’m sure he heard it all too.”
Like destiny wanted to punish Finn for his lie, JD shows up with a little basket of chips for him, two water bottles under his arm, an innocent look on his face that really makes him question if Damian was truly right about it or just conjecturing.
“Here you are, Finn. Got you some water and food, mate, I bet you need it after all that in the bathroom huh?”
Balor can’t even form words to say something and Damian opens one bottle and hands it over to him, deciding to take matters into his hands since his boyfriend looks like he’s malfunctioning.
“Yeah, he gotta replenish his water after all that. You know what? JD, can you please stay by his side to make sure he’s alright?”
The boy eagerly nods, Damian trying his best to hide his smile while Finn gives him a look that surely he’ll hear about after the party.
“Gotta check on my brother, baby, see ya later!”
Priest leaves with a secretive smile and Balor is already plotting what he’ll do to the fucker when they are properly alone.
For now, he eats the damn chips and drinks the damn water, suddenly really hungry and thirsty. McDonagh stays by his side the entire time and from time to time Finn looks at Damian, unrelenting gaze that surely must be expressing what he has in store for the man.
Maybe not everything, but something alright.
He’ll have his own moment too.
He sure will.