Finn?
His head tilts back, wordless something slipping between his lips - encouragement or bliss or something else, he's not sure - and Finn is as heedless to stop what's happening as he would be to fly from the windows of his apartment. Remi enters him and it's a strangely gentle experience compared to the others the Spyglass has endured. He's not even sure if endured is the right word for this, because Finn isn't waiting this one out. He's an active participant, in whatever way he might be.
The hand against his cock strokes a rhythm matched by the other man's hips and, dazzled as he is by dreamdust and the heavy emotions that Remi is sending his way, Finn can only welcome as much of it as possible. His own feelings grow more vibrant now as heat ignites in his belly and through the backs of his legs. "More," he whispers despite himself. More of what, though? Sex? Finn is not nearly so hungry for physical touch. No, he wants more of whatever exquisite emotion Remi is pouring into him, more of that warmth, that light that he's never known he craved.
The hand against his cock strokes a rhythm matched by the other man's hips and, dazzled as he is by dreamdust and the heavy emotions that Remi is sending his way, Finn can only welcome as much of it as possible. His own feelings grow more vibrant now as heat ignites in his belly and through the backs of his legs. "More," he whispers despite himself. More of what, though? Sex? Finn is not nearly so hungry for physical touch. No, he wants more of whatever exquisite emotion Remi is pouring into him, more of that warmth, that light that he's never known he craved.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
