when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Finn doesn't really care where Sunjata's hands are, and it's a feat of drugged relaxation for such a thing to even be possible. Still, it makes him pliable and companionable in the current close space, and as the Flood's fingers slip away from his shoulder Finn shifts them a little deeper into the water. It rises, creeping up Jata's chest and flashing heat anew across Finn's skin, drawing a lazy smile from his lips.
The hand working on Sunjata's cock is not so lazy anymore, but there's still no hurry about the climax he coaxes him towards. Sometimes there's no need to chase that high, no need to feel that tension, not when ecstasy can be so easily gained in other means. Finn's head dips a little, decorating the governor's neck with slow kisses. Even the scars mean little in his current state - there's just the steam and the weight of the body against his own.
The hand working on Sunjata's cock is not so lazy anymore, but there's still no hurry about the climax he coaxes him towards. Sometimes there's no need to chase that high, no need to feel that tension, not when ecstasy can be so easily gained in other means. Finn's head dips a little, decorating the governor's neck with slow kisses. Even the scars mean little in his current state - there's just the steam and the weight of the body against his own.
Finn?
