blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Just as Finn's touch might feel good to Tobi, the Spyglass similarly relishes how small and delicate the doctor is beneath his hands; how warm and welcoming her curves are; how each sound he draws from her throat is so good and so different to what he's used to. He smiles at the sound of her laughter, for once not even considering the social implication that what they're doing is funny. In fact, he understands it completely, shifting to try and awkwardly tug down his sweatpants beneath the blankets.
Before he quite gets that far, though, her whisper presses against the shell of his ear, and he hitches in a breath that in no way suggests he's going to deny her. "With my hand or my mouth?" he asks, before his lips are capturing hers once more and he makes the decision for her. Finn's hand slips against her beneath her underwear, stroking a gentle and indulgent finger up towards her clit.
Before he quite gets that far, though, her whisper presses against the shell of his ear, and he hitches in a breath that in no way suggests he's going to deny her. "With my hand or my mouth?" he asks, before his lips are capturing hers once more and he makes the decision for her. Finn's hand slips against her beneath her underwear, stroking a gentle and indulgent finger up towards her clit.
FINN
