#finn balor bulge

[hombresexual2]

Finn Balor

(and a bit of Seth)

[leakedwrestlers]

Finn ballot being shown off by sheamus😈🍆🤤

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Keep teasing

AN: THIS IS SMUT👀👀👀. Do people care if I wrote longer fics? Am I overthinking? Also hey guys.

“Do you like when I show you off? Does that turn my girl on?” he whispers to you only a few feet away from the rest of The Judgment Day. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin and you straighten up for a second not excepting him to whisper in your ear from beside you. Dominik’s hand lingers close and your shoulders are almost touching, he’s always close but out of reach. BUT he is in reach, you push him away jokingly not far, not even hard enough for him to move his feet “No” you answer.

Dominik smirks all he wants to do is tease you all day, just to get you worked up. He leans over again, “The way you were rubbing you’re thighs together says another thing”he laughs a little. Your cheeks go aflame or maybe it just feels like that but Dominik knows. He knows each and every inch of you. His teasing isnt rare but usually he doesn’t keep it up for too long, but today he’s using everything to his advantage. You glance at Dominik from the corner of your eyes intrigued by his actions, your eyes fall short and him arms and the glimpse of his chest. Even the slightest bit of skin showing on him is just as sexy as without any showing at all. “See something you like baby?” He questions and you know the answer.

“Yea, you” he smiles nodding and he turns his head to seem like he’s paying attention. Your eyes fall onto him again, Dominik can feel your eyes on him. Dominik whispers to you once more, “I know how bad you want me”. Without time to let you think he walks out of the room announcing that he will back. You collect yourself realizing you are standing alone in the middle of a room. You stand closer to the rest of the group waiting for Dominik while talking to Rhea.

"Well, I think that would be a good idea too. Plus your Women Champion Rhea", you reassure her in these rare moments of self-doubt. You continue talking to the rest of the Judgment Day not paying attention to anything around you; you've let your guard down. No one pays much attention to the door opening; this group is transparent. Dominik walks inside quietly slipping behind you, without you noticing. His hands find your hips and he holds them from behind firmly. You gasp in surprise feeling someone pushing against you but the smell of Dom's cologne and the familiar feeling of his hands brings you back to your senses.

His grip is so strong that you wouldn't be able to move even if you tried. He pushed up against you, his bulge right against your ass. Dominik pulls you up against him by the hips and he puts his chin on your shoulder. Your voice flatters and the conversation you were in is completely lost in your brain, "What were you saying? You were just talking" Dominik says swaying your bodies side to side. You can't concentrate on anything but Dominik and what's up against you "Uhhh, I'm sorry guys I forgot" You kindly apologize.

Finn thinks that's hilarious, "Oh yea you 'forgot'" he says in air quotes. You puff up in defense looking at him with a playful scowl, "I really did Balor". Damian thinks the small feud is even more amusing, "Oo Balor your in big trouble buddy", you point your finger at Damian as a silly warning. Rhea chastes at the boys for teasing you and while they are distracted with their own conversation, Dominik begins to kiss your neck. Behind your ear, along your jaw, the side of your neck where it feels best. You crane your next to the side giving him more room, you put a hand in his hair urging him to go on.

But its always something, Rhea interrupted and told you and Dominik to get a room. You roll your eyes knowing that you would never do nothing extremely gross in front of then, “Give us 5 minutes” you request with a smile and Rhea waves you off and just says to catch up later. As the door clicks closed and the rest of the group leaves Dominik moves swiftly. He gets so close, close enough for you to see all the details on his face.

His lips are close to yours: only a centimeter apart. You can feel him exhale against your lips, drawing you in. Your eyes flutter close on instinct and you think for a moment that Dominik was going to meet you in the middle. Time ticks by like it’s going in slow motion, after what feels like hours you open your eyes to see Dominik backed up partially and smiling teasingly. You can’t control yourself, you feel the twinge of anger hit you because Dominik has been at this all day.

Dominiks teasing face flatters just a little when he sees that you are about to get worked up. Dominik reaches to hold you by the arms in a almost hug, but you pull away pushing his hands away. “Mhm no you don’t get to touch me anymore” you say taking a mad but playful approach. Dominiks heart skips a beat at the possibility that his girlfriend truly mad but your hand running down his arm shows that your less than mad. Dominiks eyes follow the movement of your hand and he feels himself get excited for a split second, but Dom knows what he was trying to do today. Now your turning this around on him.

“I think it’s the other way around mami” he mutters pushing you back against a wall with his fingertips. You feel the words clog up in your throat and you don’t know how to express what you are feeling. What you do know is that Dominiks knee pressed against you feels euphoric. Dominik holds the side of your face while dragging his thumb down your lips, his other hand supporting your hips. You hold back from letting out a slight moan when he moves his knee enough to hit your clit.

Dominik caves and his plan failed but his baby looks so good. “Jump”, his hands grasp the back of your thighs and you try and rock against him to feel anything. Dominik smacks your ass still holding you up, he rubs the area with only the pad of his thumb not wanting to drop you. He coo’s at you still rubbing the area, “Be a good girl for me and you’ll get to cum”. The throbbing ache between your legs is only getting more urgent, and this view of Dom’s body is even better. You nod into Dominiks neck holding still just a moment longer.

Dominik pulls down his pants and sits down on the edge of bed with you in his lap. He then takes off his shirt and does the same with your clothes, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples as soon as he could. He kisses your boob muttering praises, “So fucking beautiful baby. All mine”, you nod agreeing; words failing you. Dominik moves his hands to rest in the arch of your back gliding down it, his mouth stays connected to you drawing pornographic moans from your lips.

His hands guides you to rut against him, your pussy bumping against his hard cock. You moan out loudly finally feeling his dick hit your sensitive clit that was begging for attention. You try and speed up as much as possible but Dominik tells you no and moves your hips to a slower pace. You groan, Dominik stops his movements and picks you up again walking around and laying you in the middle of the bed.

You attempt to run your hands down Dominiks chest or even his arms to persuade him to touch you. Before your even able he grabs your wrist and holds them together with his hand above your head. “Dom please” you trail out your back arches in need and Dominik refuses. “Not this time Mami. Lay back” his voice is stern but always still loving. You relax your body and Dominik let’s go of your hands trusting you enough to keep them to yourself.

Dominik is between your legs and his cock is rubbing between your folds and you restrain yourself from thrusting upwards. “Fuck, your soaked” he circles his cock on your clit his tip coated in your juices. He taps your clit a few times listening to your rythmic moan. No one can make you feel this good but him. “This okay baby?” He looks up you sigh out a yes in pleasure , “Please”. He kisses your lips before sinking into you bottoming out, “So fucking good. Making me feel so good”.

You grip the sheets beside you moaning each time he hits deep inside of you. “Faster please. I need to cum” your back arches up a little and Dominik has to push your hips down. He starts to feel you clench around him making him breathily moan in ecstasy. His thumb meets your clit and he thrusts into you faster rubbing you. “I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!” Your hands grasp ahold of his arms now for support. “Gonna cum for me baby? Gonna be a good girl”, his thrusts start to stutter when his dick twitches inside of you.

You nod “ Mhm” before arching even more but getting restricted by Dominik. He keeps moving holding your legs down and drilling into you, his hips jolting while he cum. His head loolls back as he curses in his after glow.

Dominik moves to hover in front of your face cheesing, he kissing your nose then mouth before removing his body. He leaves to come back with a rag to temporarily clean you up. He wipes you down and does the same to himself. Being as supportive as he is he also gets you fresh clothes and puts the others in the hamper. He peels the blanket from under you and replaced it before finally crawling into bed and laying in bed beside you with the light off. Feeling full.

[hombresexual2]

Wondering if it's better to start from below

[hombresexual2]

You cannot see this and think they don't do it on purpose

Finn doesn't need the belt to show us he's a champion

[fear-and-delight-l]

ferris wheel

@keekee-23 requested a Damian x reader smut, and so I SHALL DELIVER

Summary: Damian and y/n go for a ride on the ferris wheel, but Damian is scared of heights. Y/n has a slick idea, but it might drive Damian crazier than she thought...

WARNINGS: public sex, blood kink if you squint, friends to lovers, oral (m&f recieving), Finn Balor being a cutie and Damian hiding his feelings.

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“Holy shit, I’m so tired that I could fall asleep right now.” Finn moans, trudging his feet in the dirt. 

For our weekend before a big match on Raw, Dominik, Finn, Rhea, Damian and I decided we should go out and have fun, and the city fair was one part of the fun. We went out and did bumper cars, ring toss, and even the game where you use a hammer to hit a bell. (Rhea was exceptionally good at that one.) 

But as Dominik and Finn were groaning about their stomachs (all the cotton candy, probably) and as Rhea was telling them to shut up, I couldn’t help but look at the ferris wheel. Actually, it was called the SkyWheel. It was one of those nice ones too with the glass boxes instead of the rickety seats that anyone could fall out of. I watched the glass go around and around and all the people inside looked down and laughed. 

“Whatcha looking at, chica?” Damian asks me, nudging me with his elbow. He follows my line of sight and says, “the ferris wheel?”

I nod. “I kinda want to go on it but everyone else is tired and Rhea looks like she is at her wits’ end.” 

“You’re damn right I am, Dom and Finn are acting like babies.” Rhea says, running a hand through her hair and kicking some gravel at Dominik. 

“Well I can go with you and we can just meet everyone else back at the hotel, how does that sound?” Damian says with a big grin, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I look up at him and he winks at me with his stupid pretty eyes and my heart does a double take and I can feel myself heating up. I squeeze my thighs together ever so slightly. 

“You are scared of heights, dumbass.” Dominik reminds him, kicking gravel back at Rhea. She does the same and soon the two of them start getting dirt and gravel all over each other. 

“Pfft, no I’m not. The ferris wheel isn’t even that high.” 

He doesn’t sound so sure. 

“Whatever you say, mate. I’m going back to the hotel before I pass out.” Finn says, clapping Damian on the shoulder. Rhea follows him, kicking gravel one last time at Dom. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when he pukes all over you.” Dominik says, and tags alongside Finn and Rhea. 

I look up at Damian and he definitely doesn’t look sure about the ferris wheel. He looks back down at me and my heart beat gets faster. 

Just friends, I remind myself. Just friends, just friends, just friends…

Damian and I were no strangers to fooling around. We had never had true sex before, but we would use each other as sexual release from time to time. And each time, we tell each other that we are just friends before we do anything. Just friends. 

And I can’t help but think about what it would be like to kiss him. Just once. 

“You know, you don’t have to go on the ferris wheel if you don’t want to.” I say, linking my arm through his as we walk in the direction of the wheel. 

“No, no, I want to. Besides, everything I do with you is fun.” 

Just friends, just friends, just friends…

I notice just how soft Damian’s skin is. Years of wrestling and his skin is so smooth and gentle.

I try not to look at his bulging biceps. 

We get to the ferris wheel, and Damian pays for our tickets. His breath is shaky and his forehead is starting to sweat. It’s almost funny, seeing him so nervous, but he’s doing this for me so I feel bad. The conductor leads us to our ferris box, and it's just so cool. There are two benches facing each other and the walls are just pure glass. I take a seat on one bench, expecting Damian to sit beside me, but instead he sits on the bench opposite of me. 

“Alright, folks, there’s a speaker above you in case the wheel locks up and an attendant needs to reach you. Please do not jump or stand in the box. Enjoy your ride.”

The attendant walks off to help the next people load up. The glass doors close and we start to ascend. My stomach jumps in excitement, even though we only rise a little. 

I look over at Dam and he has his eyes closed. It’s practically comical, seeing my tough fighter so shaky, but it’s not funny knowing that it is Damian that’s like this. 

“I never should have let you come up here,” I say, playing with the hem of my shirt. “You clearly look like you are going to puke.”

Damian opens his eyes and my stomach flips again. 

“I promise I’m fine.” He says, his tone darker. “I wanted to do this with you, so I’ll be a man and suck it up.” 

The word ‘suck’ gave me an idea. And if anything, it would help him. 

I slide off my bench and crawl over to him. He looks down at me, his jaw slack in surprise. I spread his legs and sat between them on my knees. Even through his black jeans, I can see how hard he is. I run my hands from his knees to the inside of his thighs. My fingers graze his bulge and his breath hitches. 

“How about I help you out and maybe you won’t feel so nervous, hm?” I say, and he nods his head. 

This will be more than we have ever done, the farthest we have ever gone is him fingering me after a match that he won and he had so much pent-up sexual energy that when I teased him a little, he just couldn’t hold back. As for me, I’ve only ever given him a handjob, though I dreamed of doing more. 

I unzip his jeans, and pull his dick out from his underwear. Did he somehow get bigger???

I feel myself get wet at the feeling of his cock in my hand. I stroke him a few times and I break our ‘just friends’ code. I wrap my mouth around his dick and take him all the way down until he hits the back of my throat. 

“Oh, fuck–” Damian cries, his hand wrapping into my hair. He uses it to help me bob my head up and down. With a small pop, I take my mouth off of him and look him in the eyes, spit dripping from my mouth. Damian’s eyes are lust-filled and he looks so damn hot looking down at me. 

“Fuck, baby, you take my cock so good…” 

His words only provoke me to keep going. 

I lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the top, kitty-licking his tip. I look up at him, my tongue going to work on him, and he growls, lifting me up and yanking my shorts and underwear down. I squeal in surprise as the air hits my aching cunt, my bare ass hitting the seat. It is his turn to kneel before me because the second his knees hit the floor, his firm hands spread my legs apart, pushing them as far back as they can. 

“Fuck the ‘just friends’ code.” He growls. “I want you all to myself.” 

I might fall apart. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit and the second his thick tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, my hips buck forward and I moan out his name.

“Suenas tan bien gimiendo mi nombre.” {you sound so pretty moaning my name}

His Spanish just turns me on more. I slap my hand on the glass, Damian eating me out so aggressively that I might end up cumming on his face. I whine as he slows down, taking his time at me. His hands grip my thighs, rubbing circles on them, and part of me wants him to squeeze so tight that he leaves bruises. I gasp. His tongue pushes at my entrance. 

“God…fuck—damian!” I cry, the feeling of euphoria rushing over me. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, say my name.” He says with a grin, his mouth sucking on my sensitive clit. My hand grazes his hair and looking down at the sight of him makes my stomach tighten.

“Fuck, Damian, I’m gonna cum–” 

He stops and I go to complain to him, but just as quickly as before, he sits down and pulls me on top of him, and his cock is brushing up against my cunt and I want him inside of me so, so bad. 

I put my hands on the side of his face. His eyes twinkle at me, and I want nothing more than to kiss him. I don’t know what’s holding me back. Damian’s hands grab my hips and he says, 

“If I don’t bury my cock in you soon, I might die. I want you so fuckin’ bad, you don’t even know…”

I lift myself up so he can line his dick up with my entrance. As soon as I know he’s there, I sink down onto his cock. 

And I fall apart. 

I can barely hold myself up. He stretches me out beyond belief, hitting my cervix so deeply that it makes me shudder. I grab his shoulders, and press my forehead to his. He chuckles softly, tucking hair behind my ear. I just sit on his cock and pant, hardly daring to move. 

“My dick feels that good, huh?” 

I nod my head frantically. “Yes, yes god yes. You fill up me up so fucking good.” 

He gently pushes himself deeper into me and I groan, still not used to the feeling. 

Damian’s hands slide down my body and grab my ass. He lifts me up, and I start to think that he regrets this and doesn’t want it, but he sets me back down, his cock slamming back into me, and I cry out, clawing the back of his shoulders. 

“Oh, pretty girl, you don’t know how good it feels to see you like this.” 

Not to be buried balls-deep into me, but to see me. To see me. 

He continues to help me, but I start to lift my hips up and down, letting his dick fill me up. 

“That’s it, bonita. Fuck yourself on my cock.” Damian says, tracing his fingers down my stomach. 

I do exactly what he says. I fuck myself on him, my mind going foggy. The glass of the box fogs up and fills with the scent of sex and Damian’s cologne. I moan as I go faster, letting myself rock back and forth. My back arches as Damian’s finger finds my clit. I look back down at him, and the way he’s looking at me makes my stomach tighten. 

He leans forward and licks my jugular, biting just at the top of it. I cry out, because it hurts, but it also feels so so good. He peppers kisses down my jawline as I ride him still, and he bites my earlobe. He moves down to where my collarbone lies, and he bites me so hard that when he comes up, blood coats his lips. He grins at me, licking the blood away. 

I’ve never wanted to kiss him so badly. 

Damian tucks my hair behind my ear again, and when I thrust down on him, he thrusts up, and the effect hits me so hard that I scream. 

“Oh, you like that? Gonna make you cum all over my cock, baby.” Damian says, thrusting up into me again. I nod my head aggressively. I can’t even say anything, my mind has melted…

“I’m so close, y/n. So, so close…” 

“I want to cum with you, Dam. Please, please, please.” I beg. 

He picks me up by my ass and repeatedly thrusts up into me, fucking mercilessly. I look him in the eyes, and I’m moaning and crying his name and begging to climax with him. 

“C’mon, baby, cum on my cock. C’mon you know you want to.” Damian says. He has one hand on my back, the other on my ass. 

I place my hands on the side of his face and I hold eye contact with him. I’m moaning and he’s panting, whispering, “y/n, y/n, y/n,” over and over again. I feel the coil in my stomach tighten, and Damian’s breath gets heavier. His eyes gaze over my body one last time before he looks at me again. 

“I love you, y/n.” he says. 

And my orgasm washes over me in ecstasy. 

My head falls onto his shoulder as I feel my orgasm set my whole body on fire, my legs shaking and my cunt filling with Damian’s cum. Damian pants, a hand stroking my back, and his cock still just feels so good inside my aching core. 

I lift my head up slowly, and he stares at me. He moves his hands from my body and cups my face. 

He says it again. 

“I love you.” 

My lip quivers as it fully registers what he said. He loves me. He loves me.

“Damian,” I say. “Oh, Damian.” 

His eyes begin to water. “I have loved you since before you joined the judgment day. I saw you destroy this girl in the ring. This stupid, ugly girl. And when the ref lifted your arm up in victory, and you screamed with a huge smile on your face, I knew that I was gone. And then when Rhea brought up bringing you into our faction, I was the first to say yes. Not because I thought you were the prettiest person I had ever seen, but because you are everything I stand for. Everything I want to defend. And so you joined.” 

As he spoke, he helped ease me off his cock and back into my shorts and underwear, despite us both being a sticky mess. He brought me back to his lap, where he held me, playing with the ends of my hair. 

“You became my best friend. Meeting you for the first time was incredible because you didn’t fear me. You didn’t act shy or sexual. You shook my hand and looked me in the eye and saw me for who I am. And I’ve met many pretty people and they immediately look at me as their next fuck, but not you. I was your friend. Your ringmate. And the fact that you never pursued me until now just proves that I’m not here just for sex.” 

I sigh, wiping a tear off of his face. “Damian, I’ve never looked at you and only thought of sex. I care about you more than you’ll ever fucking know. I love you, Damian. I love you.”

He smiles at me, and I run my finger over his bottom lip. He lets out a shaky breath. 

“I’m going to kiss you like I’ve wanted to since the second I watched you in the ring.” 

I grin, and I push my lips to his. My hands cup his face and Damian has one hand on my back and the other in my hair. 

As the ferris wheel goes around, he kisses me until I lose my breath. 

[specialinterestshows]

Last chapter of my 3-part Finn Balor x jealous!Damian Priest fic, based on an anonymous request. Next fic I post will be a continuation of Absolute Smokeshow!

Warnings for this section: Biting, dirty talk, hickies

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My M.O. (Missed Opportunity) (Part 3/3): Hell (In A Cell) And Back

"I did, because I do," Damian wasn't used to feeling so exposed and his face was getting warmer, but now wasn't the time to back out, "Te amo."

To his surprise, Finn started blushing and immediately asked, "For how long?"

“Truth is, I've been into you since you stomped on my chest during Hell in a Cell," Damian chuckled at the memory, "At first I thought that’s why my heart was racing" - he had a wistful expression on his face as he continued - "You kept impressing me during that match. Y cuando uniste a nuestro grupo... I was beyond happy. It wasn’t like the color in the world was dull before, pero cuando entraste en mi vida…”

“It was like everything was brighter, more vivid,” Finn said, catching Damian off-guard, “Just like it was for me when I first started talking to you."

Damian sat in a stunned silence for a moment. Somehow he hadn't fully prepared himself for his feelings to be reciprocated and everything felt a bit surreal.

"You never said anything," Damian finally spoke - not yet looking up or giving into the happiness that threatened to swell in his chest.

"I wasn't sure you were interested in men, to be honest," Finn laughed at himself, "I usually have a good gauge on that sort of thing, but it all goes out the window when I'm interested in someone; I get too wrapped up wondering if I'm just seeing what I want to see" - he gently placed his hand on Damian's, making Damian look up - "Happy to see that's not the case here."

The soft affection in the way Finn was grinning at him broke through Damian's instinct to close himself off, and he smiled back.

Damian closed his hand around Finn’s and looked deep into his eyes before asking, "Can I call you mine?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Finn replied, letting go of Damian’s hand to pull him in by his face for a kiss. The moment Finn’s lips touched his own was better than any other victory Damian had experienced. Finn pulled away to look at Damian lovingly, pale blue eyes glinting in the low light, before kissing him again. Smiling into the kiss, Damian felt Finn’s beard rubbing up against his own stubble and it ignited something in him.

Gripping the back of Finn's head with one hand, he bit Finn's lip, making him moan.

"Eres todo mio, lindo," Damian pulled away to growl in his ear, "Solo mio. Say it."

"I'm all yours, Papi," Finn breathed, blushing when he heard himself, "Only yours."

"Papi, huh?" Damian chuckled, watching Finn adjust the bulge in his pants before Damian's hand moved to gently wrap around Finn's throat, "What else are you into, cariño?"

Damian rubbed his free hand on the outside of Finn's pants and gave his throat a gentle squeeze, laughing when he felt it make Finn harder.

“In the parking lot?" Finn managed to ask between moans and gasps as Damian continued to play with him, "What are we, teenagers?”

"You really want to walk in on Rhea using Dom for "stress relief"?" Damian asked, gripping Finn's hair and kissing down his neck.

"Dunno - could be hot," Finn admitted, letting out a moan and squirming when Damian sunk his teeth into Finn's shoulder and started sucking.

"Dirty boy," Damian smirked as soon as his mouth was free, moving his hand to cradle Finn’s face, "Tell Papi what else you’re into.”

“How much time have you got?” Finn joked.

“For you, mi amor?” Damian answered, tracing Finn’s lips with his thumb, “Todo el tiempo en el mundo.”

[end part three of three]

[leakedwrestlers]

Finn Balor🍆

[vampytnr]

[hombresexual2]

🥵🥵🥵🥵

[specialinterestshows]

Request 🫡🫡

Finn and Damian secret dating au where they’ve almost been caught a million times but somehow they always manage to find some kind of excuse or something so no one figures it out and they constantly find random excuses so they can be alone together and it’s all going well until finn has a noticeable hickey on his neck and rhea immediately puts everything together and rushes to Damian to yell at him for not telling her sooner .. also before the secrets out a little bit of jealous finn and or jealous Damian would be 🙏🙏 because I read the two parts of the other Damian and finn one and just something about jealousy really is something else but obviously you don’t have to you are the writer and I trust ur vision completely 🫡🙏

Love this request!

The following is the first section of Tryst Of Fate, a three-part Finn Balor x Damian Priest secret dating fic, with a tarot theme, because I’m a slut for a good theme. Each section will have some meanings of the card mentioned in each respective chapter title, with the more relevant meanings highlighted. This is NOT meant to be in any way comprehensive on tarot and any meanings therein.

Warnings for this section: Dirty talk, begging, teasing, hair pulling, jealousy, choking

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Tryst Of Fate (Part 1/3): The Devil

Temptation, seduction, materialism / Freedom, lack of will, resentment

It was having to come up with excuses to leave the group, just the two of them-

No, no, it was having to restrain himself during and right after tag-team and group matches. That was definitely the most difficult part of being in a secret relationship with Damian, Finn had decided.

Every match - without fail - it took every ounce of willpower he had not to check out Damian when he was dripping with sweat, muscles flexing with every move, dominating the ring. As much as he tried not to, Finn would still catch himself licking his lips when he failed to shift his gaze away from Damian. His boyfriend’s body was irresistible and Finn was constantly reminding himself to show restraint.

When the two of them would win a tag match together, they celebrated in public as platonically as possible - saving their real celebration until the moment they were alone.

“Please dear god take me now,” Finn begged, throwing himself at Damian the second the rest of the group had left the locker room, “I need you so badly.”

“I can tell, lindo,” Damian chuckled, hand grazing the bulge that was stretching his boyfriend’s already-tight pants to their limit, “Y no solo porque dijiste “we need to go over tonight’s match so we can do better next time” - whining softly at Damian’s touch, Finn gripped the taller man’s vest as he continued - “like we haven’t already used that excuse before. You’re lucky no one offered to help.”

“You know I’m no good at excuses,” Finn blushed, looking up into Damian’s deep brown eyes, “Can’t we just tell people?”

“And risk dividing the group?” - Damian caressed his boyfriend’s face, rubbing a thumb over his rough stubble as he kept talking - “Making our enemies think we have more weak spots because the members of The Judgment Day are too focused on each other to keep our guard up?” his hand travelled slowly to the back of Finn’s head before gripping him roughly by his hair, “Besides, I thought you liked being my dirty little secret.”

Finn moaned softly, considering Damian’s argument before angling for a compromise.

“How about just one person, then? JD would understand-“

“JD?” Damian let go of Finn as he scoffed, “Why do you want to tell him? Why is he the first person you think of?”

Adjusting his pants, Finn took in Damian’s irritated demeanor before chuckling, “Is the Archer of Infamy… jealous?”

“Should I be?” Damian growled, searching the other man’s face carefully.

“Of course not!” Finn gently laid a hand on Damian’s chest, “You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Dime porque, príncipe,” Damian ordered, voice growing sultry as he moved closer.

Finn gently planted a kiss on Damian’s neck before answering, “Because I’m yours, Cupid.”

“Ay, no,” Damian groaned, pulling away and turning around, “I told you I hate that cheesy nickname.”

“Only because it makes you blush,” came the sing-song reply behind him. Finn particularly enjoyed the fact that he was the only person who could make his boyfriend blush.

“Cállate,” Damian growled, whipping around and wrapping one hand around Finn’s scruffy neck, “I can think of better ways you can use that mouth, lindo.”

The door suddenly swung open, and Finn’s heart raced as he watched JD McDonagh walk into the locker room.

“Hey, I-“ JD stopped in his tracks when he saw Damian holding up a completely red-faced Finn by his throat, “South of Heaven?“ - JD’s voice took on a concerned tone - “Are the two of you practicing moves on each other? You have a match next week!”

Muttering something unintelligible in an irritated tone, Damian carefully let go of Finn - who was thanking his lucky stars that it had been JD walking in.

Had it been someone more perceptive, they might have noticed that Damian was doing his best to block Finn’s hard-on from view.

“If you really need to practice on someone,” JD continued, dramatically throwing off his vest, “Consider me your sparring partner.”

Damian sighed, massaging his temples as he seemed to search for some semblance of patience before whispering only loud enough for Finn to hear, “Someone always offers to help.”

[end part one of three]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/737896226499035136/tryst-of-fate-part-23-the-high-priestess

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