blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Later - I don't want to end up channelling now," Finn murmurs with a laugh that's lost in the shifting of their bodies and the sounds of Tobi's encouragement. It's all too easy to oblige her; every grind and press of her against him sends a flare of impatient pleasure up through the backs of his legs and his hips, and he braces one arm over her so the other can explore the arch of her back, her breasts, her thighs.
Morning sex is not the type to last very long, he knows that well enough, but there's something about this that begs to be savoured. And so even as Finn's kisses drop against the side of Tobi's neck and his hand teases at her underwear as if to coax it out of the way, there's nothing that seems particularly rushed about his movements. He wants, and he wants to be wanted as well, and all of this is so new that it feels like it can't really be happening.
Morning sex is not the type to last very long, he knows that well enough, but there's something about this that begs to be savoured. And so even as Finn's kisses drop against the side of Tobi's neck and his hand teases at her underwear as if to coax it out of the way, there's nothing that seems particularly rushed about his movements. He wants, and he wants to be wanted as well, and all of this is so new that it feels like it can't really be happening.
FINN
