beagoldfish | Fic: you can coax the cold right out of me

Title: you can coax the cold right out of me
Ratings & Warnings: Explicit
Fandom: Ember & Ice (Audio Drama)
Relationship(s): Finn Lunare/Dane Solari
Summary: The morning after the summit, feelings are confessed (again).

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Finn wakes up slowly then all at once. The events of the previous day come crashing down on him in a blur: the aerial race, the confession, the treaty signing, the party afterwards. Dane. Dane kissing him in front of everyone, Dane drinking and laughing at the party, Dane fucking him into the mattress until the night became the morning.

He realized that he woke up to the sounds of someone walking around the room picking up clothes to get dressed. Dane walked in all of his glorious nakedness around the room, picking up belts and pants with a smile on his face. His amber wings flex and move with him, which causes Finn to gasp.

Dane turns to look at Finn and his smile widens.

"Good morning, Finn," he says, "or rather… good afternoon."

Finn hums contentedly. "Hmm, what time is it?"

"Who cares?" Dane asks.

"I should see my father. There are things we need to do." Finn's stomach twists with anticipation. He's going to marry Dane Solari. His most impossible dream is becoming a reality.

"Finn, all there is to do is eat and sleep and fuck until we get bored of it," Dane says.

"Who says I'm going to get bored of it?" Finn counters. Then, just because he can, he adds, "besides, weddings don't plan themselves, Dane."

Dane gives him his brightest smile. "Wedding?"

Finn feels his cheeks heat up. Still, he manages to sound serious when he says, "it's part of the peace treaty after all."

Dane's smile disappears as quickly as it came. "Right," he says, "you have princely duties to attend, I suppose?"

Finn feels silly for teasing about it when it doesn't make Dane smile as he hoped it would. "Dane."

"You should get dressed," he says.

"Dane, come on, I was teasing." Dane goes back to collecting clothes, then haphazardly throws them on the bed, so Finn sits up to put as much intention into his next words as he can. "I really want to spend the rest of my life with you."

That stops Dane on his tracks. He turns to Finn with a neutral expression on his face. "The peace treaty—"

"I don't give a fuck about the peace treaty," Finn says. Dane raises an eyebrow at him. "You know what I mean. I want to be with you even if our families want to kill each other. I already have."

Dane looks away before setting his intense eyes on Finn. "You really mean that?"

"There wasn't a minute I stopped loving you. Not a day during these last five years where I didn't think of you." Dane falls to his knees on the bed, one of his hands reaching towards Finn. He catches Dane's hand in his and kisses it softly before adding, "until I met you, I didn't know I could feel so… alive. You've given me life, Dane, and for that I'll forever be grateful."

"Finn."

That's the last word out of Dane's mouth before it crashes into Finn's, their kiss desperate, almost feral. Finn kisses Dane like the man will slip away if he doesn't hold onto him, his tongue pressing against the roof of Dane's mouth as if to claim him, as if there could be any more claiming to be done between them. Dane almost collapses on top of Finn, running his fingertips down Finn's sides, up his back, and down his wings.

Finn feels his wings tremble under Dane's loving touch and a moan escapes his throat. They kiss until they're both panting, until their touch becomes heated and urgent, and Dane is pushing Finn into his back, peppering hungry kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach. Dane takes Finn into his mouth with no warning, and Finn feels his half-hard cock fill Dane's mouth until the Solari gags.

Dane sucks his cheeks in sending a jolt of fire up from Finn's groin that settles at the pit of his stomach. He moans as Dane sucks him off, reveling on the feeling that he gets to have this, all of Dane, for the rest of his life.

He hears Dane moan as he pushes his cock against the bed to seek more friction. Dane's wings tremble with desire; Finn feels his eyes roll to the back of his head with the realization that Dane wants this as much as Finn does.

"Dane," he breathes, "please fuck me."

Dane releases Finn's cock with a wet pop, shaking his head. "I don't think I can hold off that long."

"Then come here," Finn says, touching Dane's face.

Kissing his torso on the way up, Dane comes closer until he's face to face with Finn. Their mouths crash as they kiss, Dane's hard cock pressing against Finn's hip. Finn sneaks a hand between them, then grips both cocks firmly and tugs.

They moan into each other's mouths as Finn spreads precome down their shafts, rubbing their cocks together, bringing them closer to the edge. Dane mumbles something against Finn's lips, but he's too caught in the moment to catch the words.

Finn continues jerking them off until Dane is a mumbling mess on top of Finn. He moves his hand faster, tighter, and something tugs inside himself. Finn kisses Dane open-mouthed as he mumbles, "fuck, Dane, I'm coming, I'm—"

His words are cut off by a moan as he comes, shooting cum between their bellies. A moment later, Dane's body tenses and he too is coming on Finn's fist, thrusting his hips up to chase his orgasm. When Dane stops shaking, he collapses on top of Finn, making a bigger mess of their come.

"You love me," says Dane, sounding amazed by the revelation.

"I do," Finn says, "I really love you."

They don't leave Dane's chambers until very late in the evening. When they make an appearance, their entrance is celebrated across tables with cheers and whoops. Finn doesn't think he's ever felt as happy as he feels right then.