Title: Shiver 2/3
Author: SevenCorvus
Fandom: Person of Interest
Pairing/Character: Finch/Reese
Rating: r (this part)
Prompt: Finch. Fully clothed (loosened tie, untucked shirt and if you want he can even have time to take his shoes off like a gentleman) office cubicle sex.
Warnings: slash, spoilers for Risk
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.
Word Count: 391
Author’s Notes: This part written for [info]steph2311. I was originally going to set this prompt during Ghost, but this bunny bit, and while they weren’t technically cubicles, I hope you like it. The final part should be up soon. Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut).

Finch moaned as a hot mouth sucked bruising kisses along his neck. He held tightly to the desk in front of him, Reese blanketing him from behind. If Reese reacted like this every time he was teased, Finch thought wildly, then he would have to do it more often.

He had found making adjustments to Reese’s suit an enjoyable experience, a rare opportunity to turn the tables on the other man and put him in a discomfiting situation, a suitable revenge for the other man having him followed. He hadn’t expected Reese to pay him back by ambushing him while he was hacking the computers at Baylor/Zimm.

Finch had been relaying information as he found it, when a voice responded not through his ear bud, but directly behind him. He had jumped, startled, then opened his mouth to question the other man, only to close it at the feel of rough fingers pressing warmly against his lips. Swallowing drily, he had resisted the urge to lick them, as Reese crowded him closer to the desk. Finch had felt his physical presence keenly, arousal heating his blood, his touch starved skin begging for Reese’s touch.

And Reese did touch, paying ardent attention to his sensitive neck, one arm supporting Finch and holding him tightly, while another skillfully unbuttoned his vest and shirt. Reese ran his nails along his stomach and chest, sensitizing the skin, before teasing his nipples to hard points. His other hand crept down to Finch’s crotch, massaging his hard cock through his suit pants; then made its way inside them, gripping him loosely. A thumb caressed the head of his cock, spreading the leaking pre-cum along it. Finch moaned, his knees threatening to buckle, as Reese took more of his weight, pulling him back against him, Finch’s head supported by his shoulder. He insinuated a leg between Finch’s, nudging them apart.

Finch let himself go, trusting Reese to support him, pleasure snaking its way through his body. The other man continued to torture him, teasing with barely there touches and hot breath on his ear, telling him all the things Reese wanted to do to him, with him, for him. He waited until Finch was writhing in his grip begging for more, before roughly stroking him to a release that left him shivering in Reese’s arms, mute with pleasure.