we are all broken
Whatever her reasons might be, Tobi does end up beneath him, and whilst Finn has been with women before, this feels completely different in a way that he can't help but relish. Tobi chases the shadows from his bones with a mere touch, and though it would be a lie to say that his mind isn't fighting to remind him of the things that make him broken - choking silk and the press of a body behind his, fingers yanking at his curls, pain and guilty pleasure rolled into one - it doesn't consume his thoughts.
It barely registers, in fact, as he concentrates more on the sunshine of her touch, the Spyglass bracing himself against the arm of the couch so as not to risk smothering her, a gasp breaking through their kiss to find her fingers in his hair, gentle and pliant. His confirmation that yes, this is okay comes in little more than a hum against her lips; he nods only when they part, and the Spyglass seeks out more of her, his mouth pressing now to the silken skin of her neck.
"More," he pleads? demands? asks? murmurs against her, lost in the sensation of the way her body curves against his hand, abandoning himself to this strange and ethereal moment Tobi has unlocked with a simple question.
It barely registers, in fact, as he concentrates more on the sunshine of her touch, the Spyglass bracing himself against the arm of the couch so as not to risk smothering her, a gasp breaking through their kiss to find her fingers in his hair, gentle and pliant. His confirmation that yes, this is okay comes in little more than a hum against her lips; he nods only when they part, and the Spyglass seeks out more of her, his mouth pressing now to the silken skin of her neck.
"More," he pleads? demands? asks? murmurs against her, lost in the sensation of the way her body curves against his hand, abandoning himself to this strange and ethereal moment Tobi has unlocked with a simple question.
that’s how the light gets in
