please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Coyly, Tobi does not let Finn drag her up for another kiss. "You already know you like kissing me. We're supposed to find new things, remember?" Still, her delight is nearly palpable. Tobi is a giver in every sense of the word, and for one who has been forced to give, she hopes desperately that Finn will let himself enjoy this, even if he isn't ready to take the things he wants.
Sliding down his body, her nipples trace parallel patterns against his chest that her kisses follow in the wake of. Edging herself between his thighs, her lips linger in one of the grooves by his hips as her eyes flash up the length of him. Waiting for confirmation of yes or no, her fingers will move with intentional slowness toward the button and fly of his pants. With surgical precision Tobi unclasps and unzips such that she doesn't add any more pressure over and above what Finn's caged-erection is already creating; the unasked question here being something like, do you like to be teased, Finn?
Sliding down his body, her nipples trace parallel patterns against his chest that her kisses follow in the wake of. Edging herself between his thighs, her lips linger in one of the grooves by his hips as her eyes flash up the length of him. Waiting for confirmation of yes or no, her fingers will move with intentional slowness toward the button and fly of his pants. With surgical precision Tobi unclasps and unzips such that she doesn't add any more pressure over and above what Finn's caged-erection is already creating; the unasked question here being something like, do you like to be teased, Finn?
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