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Untying the Knot [Anssi/Joona]
Title: Untying the Knot
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Anssi/Joona
Rating: 18+ for sex
Length: 1k
Summary: Anssi has big hands. Joona's into that.
Other: Prompt was "Anssi/Joona - Hands". [Original post].
Untying the Knot
There was one thing about Anssi that was impossible to ignore: the guy had big hands.
Well, okay, to be fair, he had big everything. And that was all right. Some people liked that.
Joona sure did.
It was a good thing that Anssi lived by himself. Joona was incredibly grateful for it. It meant that the two of them could get up to whatever they wanted, at any time that they wanted, as long as they were free at the same time. They could do anything that they felt like doing, and not have to worry about being interrupted. Anything. Whenever they wanted.
There, in the comfort and cool quiet dark of Anssi's bedroom, it was really easy for Joona to give in to those hands.
They were big. Broad-palmed, with long, thick fingers. And they were gentle, and slow-moving, and decisive.
Joona was glad for that. He was grateful for the way those fingertips made him feel when they slid over his bare skin, sending shivers coursing all through him. And the size – the way Anssi's hands could wrap around his wrists, pinning him down to the mattress so easily; it sent a thrill through him that he never would have imagined before they got together, before they started seeing each other before everything.
But he was grateful for how gentle Anssi was more than anything else.
There were things Joona could do with Anssi that he wasn't sure he ever could do with anyone else. Even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. Not even then. It was impossible to imagine anyone else pinning him down just like that, taking his clothes off just like that, opening him up and taking him apart exactly like that.
Nothing else could compare to the way it felt when Anssi had his fingers inside of him. So big and thick, so much; Joona never would have imagined in a million years that he could take so much.
Sometimes, on nights when they weren't together, Joona thought about it. Thought about those first careful times when they first tried it, when they kept going farther and farther, as far as they could, and it seemed impossible. How the hell could he fit all of –
But he could.
Slow. Gentle. Deliberate. That was Anssi's way. He eased Joona open like he was untying a knot. Had to go slow with it. Take his time with it. He didn't say much; just soft words by Joona's ear, quiet murmurings in that low, rumbling voice that let him know that if Joona wanted to stop, if he had to stop, if it was too much, he could say so, and it would be fine.
Joona never did say so. Like hell he ever would. Instead, he moaned for Anssi to keep going. Turned his head and caught his lips and gasped wordlessly against his mouth, a soft cry for more, a breathless bite to the lips that meant don't stop. Groans of encouragement that kept going with each thick, strong finger that Anssi slid inside of him. Careful rocking of his hips to take in more, more, more.
Anssi slid it all in until there was nothing left, all four of those long broad fingers easing into him up to the crook of his thumb, the sum of it bigger and thicker than any cock could ever be.
Sometimes, at times like that, tears pricked at the corners of Joona's eyes. It wasn't because it hurt, because it didn't. It wasn't because he couldn't take it, because he could. It was only because it was so overwhelmingly good, and so overwhelmingly much.
He'd told Anssi that. Had to make it really fucking clear. Not that Joona could blame the guy for being worried the first time Anssi kissed at his cheek and found dampness there. Anyone would be uneasy in a situation like that.
But it was really hard to keep his voice even as he'd said it; really fucking hard to explain that he was only crying because it felt so damn good. Amazing, Joona had thought later, how hard it could be to speak in an easy and confident and measured tone when your partner practically had his entire hand up your ass.
He was glad he'd only had to tell him once. Anssi had got the point really quickly. If the explanation hadn't done it, the gasp of Don't you dare stop had helped. Not to mention the appreciation Joona had showed after, when he nudged Anssi down and got his trousers open, and blew him so hard and so deep that there was no way to interpret his meaning as anything else.
They were on the same page after that.
And how good was that? Amazing. When they knew how far they could take things, when together they figured out the path from more to just enough. When they knew where the line was, and knew not to cross it into too much.
Every time Joona offered himself up in that comfortable, warm, familiar room, he took in as much of him as he possibly could. Kissed Anssi hard enough to bruise. Swallowed his breath as Anssi held him down, eased him open, coaxed him to orgasm with those slow, careful, gentle fingers, as much as he could possibly take. Showed his appreciation afterward with hands, with mouth, in any way that he could.
It was always the same in the end. After they'd completely wrung each other out, and took a little while for a breather, and washed up. When they flopped back onto Anssi's bed, curling up under the covers together, and Joona closed his eyes and thought of what they'd just done, he always wondered how in the hell it was even possible, how could they have managed that, how could they have –
But when those long arms coiled around him, and those broad palms slid down his back with impossible gentleness, Joona understood.
He understood completely.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Anssi/Joona
Rating: 18+ for sex
Length: 1k
Summary: Anssi has big hands. Joona's into that.
Other: Prompt was "Anssi/Joona - Hands". [Original post].
Untying the Knot
There was one thing about Anssi that was impossible to ignore: the guy had big hands.
Well, okay, to be fair, he had big everything. And that was all right. Some people liked that.
Joona sure did.
It was a good thing that Anssi lived by himself. Joona was incredibly grateful for it. It meant that the two of them could get up to whatever they wanted, at any time that they wanted, as long as they were free at the same time. They could do anything that they felt like doing, and not have to worry about being interrupted. Anything. Whenever they wanted.
There, in the comfort and cool quiet dark of Anssi's bedroom, it was really easy for Joona to give in to those hands.
They were big. Broad-palmed, with long, thick fingers. And they were gentle, and slow-moving, and decisive.
Joona was glad for that. He was grateful for the way those fingertips made him feel when they slid over his bare skin, sending shivers coursing all through him. And the size – the way Anssi's hands could wrap around his wrists, pinning him down to the mattress so easily; it sent a thrill through him that he never would have imagined before they got together, before they started seeing each other before everything.
But he was grateful for how gentle Anssi was more than anything else.
There were things Joona could do with Anssi that he wasn't sure he ever could do with anyone else. Even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. Not even then. It was impossible to imagine anyone else pinning him down just like that, taking his clothes off just like that, opening him up and taking him apart exactly like that.
Nothing else could compare to the way it felt when Anssi had his fingers inside of him. So big and thick, so much; Joona never would have imagined in a million years that he could take so much.
Sometimes, on nights when they weren't together, Joona thought about it. Thought about those first careful times when they first tried it, when they kept going farther and farther, as far as they could, and it seemed impossible. How the hell could he fit all of –
But he could.
Slow. Gentle. Deliberate. That was Anssi's way. He eased Joona open like he was untying a knot. Had to go slow with it. Take his time with it. He didn't say much; just soft words by Joona's ear, quiet murmurings in that low, rumbling voice that let him know that if Joona wanted to stop, if he had to stop, if it was too much, he could say so, and it would be fine.
Joona never did say so. Like hell he ever would. Instead, he moaned for Anssi to keep going. Turned his head and caught his lips and gasped wordlessly against his mouth, a soft cry for more, a breathless bite to the lips that meant don't stop. Groans of encouragement that kept going with each thick, strong finger that Anssi slid inside of him. Careful rocking of his hips to take in more, more, more.
Anssi slid it all in until there was nothing left, all four of those long broad fingers easing into him up to the crook of his thumb, the sum of it bigger and thicker than any cock could ever be.
Sometimes, at times like that, tears pricked at the corners of Joona's eyes. It wasn't because it hurt, because it didn't. It wasn't because he couldn't take it, because he could. It was only because it was so overwhelmingly good, and so overwhelmingly much.
He'd told Anssi that. Had to make it really fucking clear. Not that Joona could blame the guy for being worried the first time Anssi kissed at his cheek and found dampness there. Anyone would be uneasy in a situation like that.
But it was really hard to keep his voice even as he'd said it; really fucking hard to explain that he was only crying because it felt so damn good. Amazing, Joona had thought later, how hard it could be to speak in an easy and confident and measured tone when your partner practically had his entire hand up your ass.
He was glad he'd only had to tell him once. Anssi had got the point really quickly. If the explanation hadn't done it, the gasp of Don't you dare stop had helped. Not to mention the appreciation Joona had showed after, when he nudged Anssi down and got his trousers open, and blew him so hard and so deep that there was no way to interpret his meaning as anything else.
They were on the same page after that.
And how good was that? Amazing. When they knew how far they could take things, when together they figured out the path from more to just enough. When they knew where the line was, and knew not to cross it into too much.
Every time Joona offered himself up in that comfortable, warm, familiar room, he took in as much of him as he possibly could. Kissed Anssi hard enough to bruise. Swallowed his breath as Anssi held him down, eased him open, coaxed him to orgasm with those slow, careful, gentle fingers, as much as he could possibly take. Showed his appreciation afterward with hands, with mouth, in any way that he could.
It was always the same in the end. After they'd completely wrung each other out, and took a little while for a breather, and washed up. When they flopped back onto Anssi's bed, curling up under the covers together, and Joona closed his eyes and thought of what they'd just done, he always wondered how in the hell it was even possible, how could they have managed that, how could they have –
But when those long arms coiled around him, and those broad palms slid down his back with impossible gentleness, Joona understood.
He understood completely.