blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
His name from her lips is like a siren song, Finn's back arching ever so slightly as if he might encourage her to say it again. Flushed and clearly very wound up by this point, Tobi might perhaps understand why it takes a couple of moments for the Spyglass to realise that she's trying to hold a conversation with him. His lips are numb and tingling, and all the places she's just been touching are on fire with a need for more.
"Uh," he says helpfully, before trying to yank his mind back into thinking in straight lines. "I like you, Tobi," he tries again. "This... this isn't just sex for me. It can't be. I don't know if I would be able to..." He almost winces with the admission. "Not with just anyone. Not any more." If that doesn't tell her everything, his erection will probably do the rest. "I want you," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against hers again, wanting her wrapped all around him, craving her touch, her heat.
"Uh," he says helpfully, before trying to yank his mind back into thinking in straight lines. "I like you, Tobi," he tries again. "This... this isn't just sex for me. It can't be. I don't know if I would be able to..." He almost winces with the admission. "Not with just anyone. Not any more." If that doesn't tell her everything, his erection will probably do the rest. "I want you," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against hers again, wanting her wrapped all around him, craving her touch, her heat.
FINN
