Finn?
Dreamdust - it's a helluva drug. Finn had promised himself he would only use it in emergencies, and he had quickly revoked that promise under the realisation that his whole damned life is an emergency these days. And so, wrapped as he is for most of his time in someone else's touch, it takes a powerful sedative to prevent him from completely losing his mind in his downtime.
And in fairness, the sleep that the drug delivers is delightful in its nature, numbing the mind to past horrors, allowing for rest and repair where there might not otherwise be any. The problem? It's a bitch for Finn to wake up from.
So the feel of arms around him and lips against his skin does little to rouse him from his slumber; indeed, he even relaxes back into it, assuming, rightly or wrongly, that there's yet another client vying for his attention. They'll have to wait until he's more able to attend to their needs, but for now a warm hand reaches back beneath the blankets, caressing thighs and hips with the promise of more to come soon.
And in fairness, the sleep that the drug delivers is delightful in its nature, numbing the mind to past horrors, allowing for rest and repair where there might not otherwise be any. The problem? It's a bitch for Finn to wake up from.
So the feel of arms around him and lips against his skin does little to rouse him from his slumber; indeed, he even relaxes back into it, assuming, rightly or wrongly, that there's yet another client vying for his attention. They'll have to wait until he's more able to attend to their needs, but for now a warm hand reaches back beneath the blankets, caressing thighs and hips with the promise of more to come soon.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
