FINN
Needing little encouragement to draw the shirt over Tobi's head, Finn is struck, as always, by her silhouette in the twilight of their room. Bathed in the silent glow of snowfall outside and with soft lips and fingers that know the canvas of his body in an intimate sense as well as a medical one, the ex-Spyglass lets himself indulge in sensations he's still learning are pleasurable, that have no transactional value and don't feel like a betrayal of his own body.
His breath hitches as her kisses follow a path southwards, Finn letting his fingers twist gently through her dark hair. Neither are the sort to be rough or violent with one another, but that doesn't stop him from feeling at least a little possessive of the sensations that Tobi evokes in him. Sighing out a moan that barely dares to break the silence, he resists the urge to tilt his hips up, even though he wants to.
His breath hitches as her kisses follow a path southwards, Finn letting his fingers twist gently through her dark hair. Neither are the sort to be rough or violent with one another, but that doesn't stop him from feeling at least a little possessive of the sensations that Tobi evokes in him. Sighing out a moan that barely dares to break the silence, he resists the urge to tilt his hips up, even though he wants to.
