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“You’ve been so well-behaved,” Luca murmured towards the end of their nighttime tour of the Colosseum. Something he was truly surprised by considering Finch didn’t have much interest in history, and a bored Finch was a dangerous one. But the only trouble he’d caused so far was to bribe the guide so they could slip away into the stands where tourists technically weren’t allowed to go.
“Well-behaved?” Finch said, walking his fingers over Luca’s leg and dipping his hand between toned thighs. Ah, there was the boredom. “Does that mean I can misbheave for a little while now?”
Luca glanced down towards where he could hear the tour group talking animatedly. They weren’t visible from his and Finch’s current seats but… “Even for us, this is probably too public,” he said. “Besides, we still have the club to get to, right?”
“You’re right; the bathroom of a Roman nightclub is a much more romantic place to get our freak on,” Finch said with mocking sincerity. He slide his hand higher until he was cupping Luca through his slacks and grinned that beautiful manic grin of his that always made Luca’s rib cage feel a little too tight. “C’mon, baby. Let’s have a little bit of fun. What if…”
Finch turned, golden halo of hair catching the low-light as he gazed at the ancient arena spread out below them. “I was thrown into a cell with four really sexy gladiators,” he continued, words speeding up as he warmed to the topic. “While my Emperor watches them take me, of course, all at the same time. Gladiator gangbang. Actually, I think I’ve seen that movie.”
Like it was an automatic response, Luca grabbed Finch by the back of the neck and squeezed warningly. “Your Emperor would never let anyone else have you.”
“Yeah, yeah. But it’s hot to fantasize about, right?”
“Any man who touched you would lose his hand,” Luca said firmly, but Finch’s ridiculous laugh eased any annoyance he felt.
“Okay, fine. Maybe…I’m the gift some lord brought to pay homage to his great Emperor,” Finch replied, massaging the front of Luca’s slacks now. Despite himself Luca could feel his cock hardening. At this point Finch didn’t even need to try anymore; his mere presence would be enough to get Luca hard.
“Patrician,” Luca corrected absentmindedly, shifting his weight so that his rapidly filling cock wasn’t trapped quite so uncomfortably. When Finch gave him a blank look he explained, “Rome didn’t have lords. There were patricians, or the nobilis, but those were specific bloodlines. The hierarchy was-”
Finch’s expression wasn’t mocking exactly, but he was clearly amused and Luca closed his mouth on the rest of the words that wanted to spill out of him.
“I suppose I should have expected a history lesson considering I brought you to the Colosseum and all, but I wasn’t expecting to get it while I was trying to sex you up,” Finch said with a little laugh. “My man, such a history buff.” The grin he gave Luca made it clear he wasn’t going to let him continue his lecture, as was the way he slide off the seat and settled himself comfortably between Luca’s thighs. Kneeling for him so willingly, the exact same way he had since day one. “C’mon baby, give me a little taste?”
Again Luca glanced down at the way they’d come. They still had a few minutes before they needed to get back, and Finch was mouthing at his clothed cock. Sighing at himself, Luca grabbed that gorgeous blond head and shoved it more firmly against himself, grinding his dick into Finch’s face. “You’re so fuckin’ cock-hungry,” he complained, even as he pulled his zipper down.
Pulling back, hands squeezing Luca’s thighs, Finch gave him a huge grin. “Only for you, baby.”
Luca grunted and shoved his waistband down. “Don’t lie. You fucked more guys in New York City alone than you can count.”
“Maybe. But I’m a married man now, and the only cock I want is my dear husband’s.” As if to prove his point, he grabbed Luca’s hand and kissed his wedding band then rubbed his cheek against it, a more intimate version of a pledge of fealty.
Luca caught Finch by the chin and ran his thumb over soft, pink lips. The same color as the tip of Finch’s dick when he was leaking and desperate. “Damn fuckin’ straight. Go on then, show your Emperor how much you want him.”
Without missing a beat Finch sucked Luca’s thumb into his mouth and bobbed his head like he was deep throating it. The suction and scrape of teeth was perfect and Luca groaned at the tight heat. With his other hand he finally pulled his cock out of his briefs and gave it a lazy tug, letting Finch see the prize he was working for. Predictably, because Finch really was a whore for Luca’s cock, he doubled his efforts, drooling and moaning around Luca’s thumb until Luca finally pulled it away and offered his dick in its place. “Since you’re so desperate for it.”
Finch’s eyes danced with laughter as he leaned in and kitten licked the tip. “Thank you, husband.” As he bent his head to his task, Luca tore his gaze away and looked out at the sprawling Colosseum. He didn’t normally like to miss a single second of Finch’s blowjobs, nor did Finch appreciate not having Luca’s complete attention. But Luca figured this might be considered a special circumstance.
Because when he gazed out at the arena, he swore he could almost see it swarming with cheering, blood-thirsty crowds. Could see himself lounging back on a throne with Finch bobbing on his cock, pleasuring him to the envy of every man close enough to witness it. Finch was a perfect, gorgeous prize and his Emperor would show him off to the masses, let them see exactly what they were missing out on and would never have. And Finch would be just as possessive, popping off of Luca’s cock often enough that anyone lusting after Luca could see and lament they’d miss out on getting to serve their Emperor so.
Luca tangled his fingers in Finch’s hair and luxuriated in the fantasy. “Fuck, baby bird,” he murmured. “I can see it.”
“Yeah?” Finch said, lifting his head and breathing cool air across Luca’s leaking tip until his cock jerked. “Me, presented to you all covered in jewels. You, fucking me in front of all of Rome.”
In reality, Luca wouldn’t share even the sight of Finch naked with a single fucking person, much less the entire Colosseum. He was too possessive, too covetous of that tight, lithe body, of Finch’s hooded eyes and his perfect mouth and hot little ass. But in his fantasy, he didn’t mind all the probing eyes.
Dropping his gaze again, Luca smoothed Finch’s hair out of his face and grabbed the base of his dick so he could slap it against Finch’s cheek. Finch just laughed, turning his head to catch the tip between his lips like the brat he was.
“Get your cock out, angel,” Luca growled, letting go of himself so he could drag Finch in and fill his mouth properly. “I wanna see you drip all over yourself while I fuck your throat.”
With a moan, Finch fumbled for his pants. As soon as his cock was free he was stripping it like if he didn’t come in the next five seconds, Luca would take away the privilege forever. Fuck it was hot watching that pink tip shuttle in out of Finch’s fingers too, and the slick sound from all that pre-cum was music to Luca’s ears. They were on a time limit though.
Groaning, Luca thrust up into Finch’s mouth, setting up a steady rhythm. As eager as ever, Finch moved in time with him, sucking in huge lungfuls of air every time Luca backed off enough to free up his throat, but always diving back in like it was Luca’s cock he needed and not oxygen.
Maybe it was the thrill of being out in the open, the fantasy they’d shared, the fact that they knew they were on a time limit, but it took them only a few minutes at their furious pace to come. Luca moaned Finch’s name and Finch dived down to bury his nose in Luca’s pubes, throat working hard to swallow him completely. It was fucking heaven, that hot, wet sleeve working him so perfectly. He felt the moment Finch came too, a moan vibrating through Luca’s sensitive dick and making him throb anew.
When Luca started to soften he pulled Finch off by his hair, his husband coughing and gagging and breathing heavily. His face was a mess of saliva, but he’d swallowed everything Luca had given him and then some, not a trace of come on his face or Luca’s dick. Luca tugged him up to kiss his messy mouth, licking the taste of himself off Finch’s cock-swollen lips.
“Mmm, am I a worthy tribute, Emperor?” Finch murmured when he finally pulled away. He’d tucked himself back into his pants at some point and Luca forced his languid body to do the same.
“You pleased your Emperor greatly,” Luca confirmed, and stood.
“Good.” Finch wrapped his arms around Luca’s waist and leaned into him, body still radiating heat and smelling of sex. “I was worried you’d find fucking here to be sacrosanct or something.”
Snorting, Luca allowed himself to pet Finch for a brief moment. “Fucking in the Colosseum? No, pretty sure we’re honoring the place with a tradition it hasn’t seen in ages.” Reluctantly he disentangled himself from his husband and turned them both towards the stairs. “C’mon, let’s get back before you have to give the tour guide another bribe.”
Finch’s hyena laugh rang out across the ancient stone. “Even if I do, totally worth it.”
“I guess I should be flattered the lengths you’ll go to for my cock.”
Snorting, Finch gave him a sultry look over his shoulder. “Don’t be stupid, husband. You’re a done deal already. I don’t have to go to any lengths if I don’t want to. I just like doing nice things for the love of my life.”
It was true. Finch could wear sweats and ugly tennis shoes for the rest of his life and Luca would still want to fuck him through a mattress. He caught Finch around the shoulders just before they reached the bottom of the stairs, turning his husband and leaning down to kiss him soundly. “I love you too, baby bird,” he murmured when they parted. The sounds of the other tourists were growing louder and slightly more agitated, like maybe they were about to come looking for them, so Luca didn’t linger. Just pushed Finch ahead of him again while Finch laughed.
“Of course you do. You’d be crazy not to.”
Luca didn’t bother arguing, but he didn’t confirm it either. Someone had to keep a check on Finch’s ego after all.