finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
A huff of confusion leaves him as she shifts and guides his hand down between her legs, the ex-Spyglass already feeling sweat bead down his spine as the angle of her hips causes a thrum of pleasure to crackle through him. Heedless to say no, he hitches her back and against him even as deft fingers roll against her clit. Not one to curse or whisper dirty little secrets into her ear, that doesn't stop Finn from thinking it.
His hips move faster, his own orgasm starting to creep closer whether he likes it or not, and although he's still doing his best to bring pleasure to his partner, it would be a lie to say that Finn is only in this for Tobi any more. "Gods," he hisses against the soft curve of her shoulder, the slap of their bodies connecting likely audible from outside the window, not that he cares.
His hips move faster, his own orgasm starting to creep closer whether he likes it or not, and although he's still doing his best to bring pleasure to his partner, it would be a lie to say that Finn is only in this for Tobi any more. "Gods," he hisses against the soft curve of her shoulder, the slap of their bodies connecting likely audible from outside the window, not that he cares.
it always feels so stark
