Finn?
"Then get ready - you and I are about to go for a ride." Finn murmurs, settling astride Sunjata once more to let the Snapdragon warm his blood and melt into his bones. And as the other man surges up Finn is already there to meet him, hips rocking against him, tongue pressing in. He moulds himself against the Flood, one hand ruffling through his short crop of hair, the other roaming down towards the constellation tattoo.
After what seems like an eternity where he feels no need to gasp for air, despite the fact that he very likely needs to breathe, Finn pushes Sunjata back against the bed. "Just lay back. I'll do the rest." That's what the other man has requested after all, isn't it? And unless he changes his mind, Finn will start to trail his kisses lower, deft fingers working at belt buckles and buttons to free Sunjata of the rest of his clothes.
After what seems like an eternity where he feels no need to gasp for air, despite the fact that he very likely needs to breathe, Finn pushes Sunjata back against the bed. "Just lay back. I'll do the rest." That's what the other man has requested after all, isn't it? And unless he changes his mind, Finn will start to trail his kisses lower, deft fingers working at belt buckles and buttons to free Sunjata of the rest of his clothes.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
