when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
There's no rush here, not in the depths of the bath with the rest of the world howling and battering against the house outside. Given that this is the Governor's personal space, too, there's no chance of anyone interrupting. (Anyone else, anyway, and in Finn's defence he had wombled his way here before he'd been given the grand tour). It's just the lazy stroke of Finn's hand and the press of hot, wet skin, and everything else can bleed away.
"Good," he murmurs into the Flood's wet hair, his head lolling against Sunjata's, his eyes slipping shut as well so it's just the sensation of all that's going on. And honestly, it's as close to bliss as Finn is likely to get in any of his current circumstances, and with the drugs in his system it's all the easier to imagine that all is well. The hand on Sunjata's cock picks up the face, but not much, and the other splays across the constellation in ink on the other man's chest.
"Good," he murmurs into the Flood's wet hair, his head lolling against Sunjata's, his eyes slipping shut as well so it's just the sensation of all that's going on. And honestly, it's as close to bliss as Finn is likely to get in any of his current circumstances, and with the drugs in his system it's all the easier to imagine that all is well. The hand on Sunjata's cock picks up the face, but not much, and the other splays across the constellation in ink on the other man's chest.
Finn?
