FINN
and into the forest i go,
As Tobi draws back, her hips rocking against him in a way that's exquisite but absolutely not enough, the moan it drags out from Finn's throat barely sounds like his voice at all. "Gods, Tobi--," he sighs out, and as she says it again - says that she wants him - it erodes the very last of his willpower. There are no words or instructions needed where they're going now - it's a story their bodies can tell, and Finn tugs her closer at the same time as his hips arch up so he can bury himself in her sweetness and her heat.
Grumbling something incoherent against her shoulder, there's no pausing or wasting time on Finn's part. Already his hips are moving of their own accord in a rhythm that, while slow compared to some, is hard and deep and leaves no room for argument. Maybe he ought to be ashamed of that, but frankly he's too far gone to care.
Grumbling something incoherent against her shoulder, there's no pausing or wasting time on Finn's part. Already his hips are moving of their own accord in a rhythm that, while slow compared to some, is hard and deep and leaves no room for argument. Maybe he ought to be ashamed of that, but frankly he's too far gone to care.
to lose my mind and find my soul
