Finn?
This is all wrong, and yet it's immediately made right again by the new drug entering his system - the feelings that Remi projects into Finn make it all but impossible not to relax, and he finds himself melting against the other man's chest. Deft fingers resume their work, and the alchemist will get what he wants in the soft and stuttered moans he draws from Finn's throat. Gods, if he had any sense at all perhaps he would question it.
Or perhaps he wouldn't. Because it's still a brothel, and Finn is still a prostitute, and there's still a man in his bed who has arrived to get what he wants out of the arrangement. (Or not, but obviously the Spyglass is unable to know that right now). So with Remi's hand around his cock and the hard length of the other man pressed between his thighs, it's little effort for Finn to relax further into it, to adjust himself with a roll of his hips that Remi might enjoy himself properly.
Or perhaps he wouldn't. Because it's still a brothel, and Finn is still a prostitute, and there's still a man in his bed who has arrived to get what he wants out of the arrangement. (Or not, but obviously the Spyglass is unable to know that right now). So with Remi's hand around his cock and the hard length of the other man pressed between his thighs, it's little effort for Finn to relax further into it, to adjust himself with a roll of his hips that Remi might enjoy himself properly.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
