Finn?
Sunjata is free to set whatever pace he likes; Finn melts beneath his touch, meeting every roll of his hips, every thrust upwards, and a moan rises up in his throat that he has absolutely no control over. The snapdragon makes every part of him not care for being subtle or being quiet, and the sound of what they are up to will likely carry out of the door and down the corridor before long.
Reaching out, Finn grasps one of Sunjata's hands so it might splay across his lower back, angling himself forward just a little to press his fingers against the constellation along the other man's chest. He can barely remember to breathe, such is the euphoria coursing through his veins, and if Finn closes his eyes he is elsewhere, somewhere far above this. And gods, that's the point of it all. They can both have their own private moments here, and throw everything else to the wind.
Reaching out, Finn grasps one of Sunjata's hands so it might splay across his lower back, angling himself forward just a little to press his fingers against the constellation along the other man's chest. He can barely remember to breathe, such is the euphoria coursing through his veins, and if Finn closes his eyes he is elsewhere, somewhere far above this. And gods, that's the point of it all. They can both have their own private moments here, and throw everything else to the wind.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
