Finn?
It's quite unlike anything Finn has experienced before, in this brothel or any other, and he can barely get enough breath to moan out his encouragement to Remi. With rolling hips and stroking fingers and an endless, endless stream of emotions that the Spyglass doesn't think he will ever experience again, even if they are stolen, there's no chance that he's going to last long in this.
The time of day certainly isn't on his side either, and his fingers grasp needily against Remi's thigh, as if to spur him on, as if to try and take more of him and everything he's offering. It's too much and not enough all at the same time, and he leans his head against Remi's with wordless pleas for him to keep going, even as Finn's orgasm begins to crackle up the backs of his legs and low in his belly.
And when he does cum, it's with a curse on his lips and a laugh that wants to erupt in the back of his throat, Finn left shuddering and weightless in his ecstasy.
The time of day certainly isn't on his side either, and his fingers grasp needily against Remi's thigh, as if to spur him on, as if to try and take more of him and everything he's offering. It's too much and not enough all at the same time, and he leans his head against Remi's with wordless pleas for him to keep going, even as Finn's orgasm begins to crackle up the backs of his legs and low in his belly.
And when he does cum, it's with a curse on his lips and a laugh that wants to erupt in the back of his throat, Finn left shuddering and weightless in his ecstasy.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
