Finn?
A cry of surprise leaves Finn at the sudden intensity of Sunjata's thrusts, a smirk curling across his lips as he lets himself relax into it, drown in it, offering all of himself out to the Flood's hands, his hips, his needs. And when Sunjata does cum, Finn arches back as well, his thighs squeezing around the governor's waist as if to hold them there in the moment for as long as possible. The sound of their endeavours bleeds away until the only noise is the rough panting of their breath and the shudder of the wind through the windows.
Huffing out a sigh that signals a job well done more than anything, Finn curls forward once more to drape himself across Sunjata, still riding the high of the snapdragon and trailing kisses that feel like fire across the other man's chest. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse, his hands lazy and intimate as they drift over the star bright tattoos on his arms and his sternum, "what are the stories behind these?"
Huffing out a sigh that signals a job well done more than anything, Finn curls forward once more to drape himself across Sunjata, still riding the high of the snapdragon and trailing kisses that feel like fire across the other man's chest. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse, his hands lazy and intimate as they drift over the star bright tattoos on his arms and his sternum, "what are the stories behind these?"
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
