blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Somewhere in the back of his mind, in all the spaces not currently on fire with arousal, Finn can barely comprehend what is happening. Things have escalated, put simply, beyond kisses and caresses, and now his reservations are taking a backseat to the raw needs of his body and his mind both. So when Tobi tells him to have her, there's hardly room for him to think of anything further before he's trying to make good on that demand. There's a thrill in it, Finn finds, of wanting to do what's demanded of him, though before he can begin to move, Tobi is beating him to it.
He comes alive under the touch of her hands, cheeks flushed and hips arching up, especially as her fingers find his belt buckle. It comes away with little trouble, though the same can't be said of his pants, given the hard length of him currently straining against the fabric. When Tobi looks up at him, the sight of her alone is enough to part Finn's lips and have his fingers tangling carefully in her hair. He strokes gently across the back of her neck, trying to ignore how he wants to buck against her, to try and coax more out of the moment.
Please isn't something he wants to utter, but his expression all but gives it away. Please, don't stop. Don't stop touching me.
He comes alive under the touch of her hands, cheeks flushed and hips arching up, especially as her fingers find his belt buckle. It comes away with little trouble, though the same can't be said of his pants, given the hard length of him currently straining against the fabric. When Tobi looks up at him, the sight of her alone is enough to part Finn's lips and have his fingers tangling carefully in her hair. He strokes gently across the back of her neck, trying to ignore how he wants to buck against her, to try and coax more out of the moment.
Please isn't something he wants to utter, but his expression all but gives it away. Please, don't stop. Don't stop touching me.
FINN
