Finn?
The body twined around his own is eager but lazy, and Finn's head tilts to bury further into the pillows and thus expose more flesh for the man behind him to kiss. Unaware as he is of the details - the who, why or where, specifically - all Finn can understand is the erection he feels pressed up against him and what that means for his involvement. And so he does little to stop the affections, the lazy hands and lips that whisper across his skin.
Indeed, it's a while before he even peels his eyes open, and even then everything is a bit blurred, a bit hazy. "Mm..." The enjoyment is only half feigned - he can't help his own body's response, especially in the morning, especially coming up from a sedative, and his back arches into the other man without much thinking about it.
Indeed, it's a while before he even peels his eyes open, and even then everything is a bit blurred, a bit hazy. "Mm..." The enjoyment is only half feigned - he can't help his own body's response, especially in the morning, especially coming up from a sedative, and his back arches into the other man without much thinking about it.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
