FINN
Finn is about to offer an automatic you're welcome, which is just about the most awkward thing in the world; luckily, Tobi's fingers tighten around him again and steal his concentration and the words from his tongue. Moaning out something that starts as a sentence and ends in him sinking back against the bed, he loses himself in the sensation of her touch, coaxed and pulled towards an end that might come more quickly than intended (pardon the pun).
Given that he hasn't expected it - any of it - and that he's still getting used to receiving pleasure and not having it feel transactional somehow, of course part of Finn starts to feel as though he shouldn't be letting Tobi do all of this. But as he shifts as if to sit up, pleasure crackles up from the base of his spine, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from cursing out loud. "Gods, Tobi, you're gonna make me--" They both know how that sentence is going to end.
Given that he hasn't expected it - any of it - and that he's still getting used to receiving pleasure and not having it feel transactional somehow, of course part of Finn starts to feel as though he shouldn't be letting Tobi do all of this. But as he shifts as if to sit up, pleasure crackles up from the base of his spine, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from cursing out loud. "Gods, Tobi, you're gonna make me--" They both know how that sentence is going to end.
