blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Gods, if his mind weren't so utterly scattered to the wind, he might be marginally embarrassed at how quickly Tobi is drawing him towards a climax. But her arm winds around him, her hips rolling at a relentless pace that feels a lot slower than it probably is, and Finn moans a note of pleasure against the side of her neck, the sound muffled by coincidence rather than an awareness of their location. With cheeks flushed and a pressure already creeping up the back of his legs and through the base of his spine, he barely registers her question.
And when he does, there's precious little time for him to decide. But decide Finn does, and his grip around her tightens that he might roll them over, blanketing himself over Tobi. There isn't much purchase to gain against a rug of all things, but it doesn't prevent the Spyglass from hitching one of her legs up and over his shoulders. Finn acts purely on instinct, on what feels good for him and what he knows will most likely feel good for others, his hips driving forward in a pounding rhythm. "Gods, Tobi," he groans; it's about as much of an answer he can give her.
And when he does, there's precious little time for him to decide. But decide Finn does, and his grip around her tightens that he might roll them over, blanketing himself over Tobi. There isn't much purchase to gain against a rug of all things, but it doesn't prevent the Spyglass from hitching one of her legs up and over his shoulders. Finn acts purely on instinct, on what feels good for him and what he knows will most likely feel good for others, his hips driving forward in a pounding rhythm. "Gods, Tobi," he groans; it's about as much of an answer he can give her.
FINN
