FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn, as Tobi well knows, is not a particularly vocal individual, and yet as she wraps her lips around him and treats him to the sort of pleasure he's normally used to giving, he's heedless to stop the sounds she draws from his throat. He stops from tilting his hips up - it's unpleasant especially when it's unexpected, and he knows it all too well - but his fingers tighten, now, in her hair, and he lets out a shuddering sigh.
"Tobi," he almost purrs, bitting back a groan and letting his free hand move to cover hers against his chest. His bones itch, as if he can't quite get comfortable doing nothing but receiving pleasure. But that doesn't necessarily mean he shouldn't learn how to - to get accustomed to being allowed to have this.
"Tobi," he almost purrs, bitting back a groan and letting his free hand move to cover hers against his chest. His bones itch, as if he can't quite get comfortable doing nothing but receiving pleasure. But that doesn't necessarily mean he shouldn't learn how to - to get accustomed to being allowed to have this.
to lose my mind and find my soul
