FINN
and into the forest i go,
It's true - for a lot of clients Finn would already be biting a pillow by now - and that's precisely why this is different. It both needs to be, and it's what he enjoys (and that in itself is a strange thought). And so his hands follow Tobi's as a guide so he can help to tug her sweater up and over her head, stormy eyes near black as they take her in. The bedroom is dark but there's enough light pooling in from the hallway to see, and Tobi is everything and more to Finn in that moment.
Before he can touch as well as look, though, his own shirt is being pushed over his shoulders, and the heat of her body pressing against his own causes any thoughts he might have to vanish completely from his mind. Shivering at the fingertips that whisper across his skin, the Spyglass finds himself lavishing kisses against her neck and collarbones in wordless encouragement, and he can't help the way his hips rock against her, trying to create whatever friction he can.
Before he can touch as well as look, though, his own shirt is being pushed over his shoulders, and the heat of her body pressing against his own causes any thoughts he might have to vanish completely from his mind. Shivering at the fingertips that whisper across his skin, the Spyglass finds himself lavishing kisses against her neck and collarbones in wordless encouragement, and he can't help the way his hips rock against her, trying to create whatever friction he can.
to lose my mind and find my soul
