when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Finn is barely a part of this - he's merely the instrument in Sunjata's pleasure, and when the Flood finishes, it's as slow and hazy as the rest of this has been. Still, it doesn't stop him from continuing to kiss along the side of Jata's neck, his hand slowing in its movements, the thunder of the other man's heartbeat vibrating throughout the two of them until it's just the slow drip of water, the cloying of the steam and their collective breath.
"And how about now? Still better?" he asks, perhaps a hint of playfulness in his tone. He sits up a little, drawing Sunjata with him so he can laze a little more comfortably back against his chest and the side of the bath. "Are you alone here...? I thought..." Nate, the Ascended, the demigod. "Well. The place was empty when I got here, anyway."
"And how about now? Still better?" he asks, perhaps a hint of playfulness in his tone. He sits up a little, drawing Sunjata with him so he can laze a little more comfortably back against his chest and the side of the bath. "Are you alone here...? I thought..." Nate, the Ascended, the demigod. "Well. The place was empty when I got here, anyway."
Finn?
