and they all lived happily ever after

October

when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do

Though Tobi's ministrations are never rough, they are no less passionate for her kindness. No part of her feels as though this is a simple act of service either, and had Finn been an attuned, he'd have felt the steady pull of her own arousal ebbing out of her. Alas he'd just have to be content with reading into her more base tells: the shortness of her breath, the crimson of her cheeks in the darkness, the way her normally dexterous and sure fingers seemed to twitch with impulse every now and then.

Once she was convinced Finn's muscles had been sufficiently teased into a state of terse relaxation, Tobi's fingers migrated to the waistband of his underwear. Removing them with a level of care better suited for an operating room, Finn will hear the opening and closing of a drawer just after she pulls them down from around his ankles. After a short pause, the ex-Spyglass will feel hands warmed by lubricant as well as her own breath come to grasp the base of his erection. Moving lazily up and down as if coating him in the slick heat of what was on her hands was Tobi's only goal, her hands will rotate slowly in opposite directions. Should Finn feel the urge to thrust his hips up into her grasp, he'll find Tobi's elbows against his thighs to resist any and all efforts on his part to adjust her pace.

nothing you confess
could make me love you less