FINN
You don't have to do this, Finn wants to say, though the words come from somewhere far away in the back of his mind. You're the one who's had a hard day. But the remarks stay locked behind his teeth out of a mix of understanding and raw selfishness; they have each had enough conversations about consent and being allowed to have things for the message to finally start to sink in. It doesn't mean it's easy, though.
On the contrary, it (among other things) is very hard, and as Tobi's hands drift down to knead at the muscles of his thighs - skipping over the erection tenting in his underwear, he might add - the moan that escapes Finn's lips is unapologetically needy. "I..." It's neither the beginning nor the ending of a sentence, the sentiment stalling on his tongue, as if held hostage by Tobi's ministrations.
On the contrary, it (among other things) is very hard, and as Tobi's hands drift down to knead at the muscles of his thighs - skipping over the erection tenting in his underwear, he might add - the moan that escapes Finn's lips is unapologetically needy. "I..." It's neither the beginning nor the ending of a sentence, the sentiment stalling on his tongue, as if held hostage by Tobi's ministrations.
