Finn?
It proves very difficult for Finn to think half drugged, and what's more, having anyone stroke his cock is going to feel good, regardless of what other opinions he might harbour about the situation. And so he very much can't help the shivery sigh of pleasure that leaves his lips, his head tilting back as the feel of Remi's hand overthrows any other sleepy protests or questions that might dance upon his tongue.
"...Mm... no..." Is it a plea to stop or an answer to the question? Most might think the former, but the alchemist will be able to feel the latter, and Finn's hips shift further as if to arch into the touch. This could all be a dream, as far as he's concerned, and with all that he's endured over the past few days, it wouldn't surprise him if these are the sorts of dreams he's having.
"...Mm... no..." Is it a plea to stop or an answer to the question? Most might think the former, but the alchemist will be able to feel the latter, and Finn's hips shift further as if to arch into the touch. This could all be a dream, as far as he's concerned, and with all that he's endured over the past few days, it wouldn't surprise him if these are the sorts of dreams he's having.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
