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"October," Finn hisses back at her with the exact sort of playful tone that will confirm that he absolutely does like it sometimes. "It has its perks," he concedes, willingly melting back against the sheets and letting gentle fingers run along the tops of her thighs, whispering across the loose material of his t-shirt which, quite frankly, looks a lot better hugging her curves.
He raises his eyebrows at her suggestion, though the heat in her gaze is only reflected in his own, and Finn reaches up to draw her properly over him. "Well, you know I am always eager to learn something new. Especially when you are the one doing the teaching," he murmurs, deft and calloused fingers teasing beneath the hem of his shirt, walking up the length of Tobi's spine.
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In the moonlight, Finn's eyes look dark and deep as any coastline; the sort which betrays the movements of monsters lurking beneath thanks to glass-like innocuous blue. Only Tobi has no fear of these particular waters, not with Finn's warm hands against her skin and the vastness of him beneath her.
Drawing the curtain of her hair over one shoulder as she peers down at him, Tobi nods with the air of an educator about to delve into a lecture. Arching her back, Tobi coils herself against Finn so that his wandering fingers might unintentionally be used to pull his shirt over her head. Shivering slightly despite the heat between them, Tobi's eyes seek Finn's out in the darkness, lingering there for a moment. With her back hollowed and her hips raised (downward dog wasn't a position Tobi found difficult, for obvious reasons), she then began to scatter kisses against his chest. Avoiding the majority of his scars if only because the skin there was less sensitive for the damage his body had sustained, it's with anatomical insight that October teases. Later, she'll mention to Finn that she had been following the path of his vegas nerve, but just now her mouth was otherwise occupied.
Needing little encouragement to draw the shirt over Tobi's head, Finn is struck, as always, by her silhouette in the twilight of their room. Bathed in the silent glow of snowfall outside and with soft lips and fingers that know the canvas of his body in an intimate sense as well as a medical one, the ex-Spyglass lets himself indulge in sensations he's still learning are pleasurable, that have no transactional value and don't feel like a betrayal of his own body.
His breath hitches as her kisses follow a path southwards, Finn letting his fingers twist gently through her dark hair. Neither are the sort to be rough or violent with one another, but that doesn't stop him from feeling at least a little possessive of the sensations that Tobi evokes in him. Sighing out a moan that barely dares to break the silence, he resists the urge to tilt his hips up, even though he wants to.
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Shirtless, Tobi's nipples on Finn's skin foreshadow where next her kisses are likely to land, though as the ex-spyglass has surely surmised, the doctor is in absolutely no hurry. Finn's moan will find its twin in a kiss made sloppy by Tobi's smile, as her lips brush against the pathway of dark hair below his belly button where the scent of his skin no longer carries remnants of snowflakes.
Lazily Tobi's fingers follow, flowing down Finn's torso before overtaking her mouth and finding their way against his thighs. It would be much more difficult for Finn to endure her glacial pace if he wasn't able to tense and bunch in response to her ministrations, and so just as she had before, the doctor began to try and force the stiffness out of his legs (if that stiffness went elsewhere? why, then she'd have to deal with it as well).
You don't have to do this, Finn wants to say, though the words come from somewhere far away in the back of his mind. You're the one who's had a hard day. But the remarks stay locked behind his teeth out of a mix of understanding and raw selfishness; they have each had enough conversations about consent and being allowed to have things for the message to finally start to sink in. It doesn't mean it's easy, though.
On the contrary, it (among other things) is very hard, and as Tobi's hands drift down to knead at the muscles of his thighs - skipping over the erection tenting in his underwear, he might add - the moan that escapes Finn's lips is unapologetically needy. "I..." It's neither the beginning nor the ending of a sentence, the sentiment stalling on his tongue, as if held hostage by Tobi's ministrations.
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Though Tobi's ministrations are never rough, they are no less passionate for her kindness. No part of her feels as though this is a simple act of service either, and had Finn been an attuned, he'd have felt the steady pull of her own arousal ebbing out of her. Alas he'd just have to be content with reading into her more base tells: the shortness of her breath, the crimson of her cheeks in the darkness, the way her normally dexterous and sure fingers seemed to twitch with impulse every now and then.
Once she was convinced Finn's muscles had been sufficiently teased into a state of terse relaxation, Tobi's fingers migrated to the waistband of his underwear. Removing them with a level of care better suited for an operating room, Finn will hear the opening and closing of a drawer just after she pulls them down from around his ankles. After a short pause, the ex-Spyglass will feel hands warmed by lubricant as well as her own breath come to grasp the base of his erection. Moving lazily up and down as if coating him in the slick heat of what was on her hands was Tobi's only goal, her hands will rotate slowly in opposite directions. Should Finn feel the urge to thrust his hips up into her grasp, he'll find Tobi's elbows against his thighs to resist any and all efforts on his part to adjust her pace.
Finn thinks he's getting better at reading the doctor's body language, and that in itself proves how far he's come since the Tower, since Stormbreak. He's reminded, briefly, of that first time back in her office on the rug as he lifts his hips and she strips him of his underwear, the ex-Spyglass reaching for her only to find her gone. Blinking his eyes open, his lips part to ask what she's doing when, quite suddenly, her hands are all around him.
Instead of words, Finn's breath shudders out in a soft moan, and he does try to thrust automatically into Tobi's generous touches, only to find himself prevented. Huffing out something like a laugh, his head tips back as if trying not to be too distracted - something frankly impossible, but here they are. "Tobi..." He hums her name like it's something decadent, fingers digging at the sheets to stop from bucking against her hands again.
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The pair have come a long way from the way they'd first awkwardly fumbled for one another on the floor of Tobi's office, though some things were still a work in progress. For instance, while Tobi was learning more and more when and how hard she could push Finn in her efforts to help him navigate the life they'd built together, she still balked when it came to voicing certain things about his past. Every time she touched him like this, in the back of her mind she'd wondered if any of his past patrons ever wanted to get him off as a way of pleasing themselves. And always, always, did she wonder if the things she did or said or asked of him refreshed memories of his time at Molly's. If she thought about it too long not only would she cool her own arousal, but she would nearly make herself sick. And so she did her very best not to.
"I'm a little busy right now, Finn." Tobi whispers through a smile, poised between Finn's knees with her hands spiralling up and down. Already she could feel the palms of her hands growing even warmer as their combined body heat—as well as the friction of her skin against his erection—heated up the lube she had applied.
"But I suppose we could stop and talk now, if you wanted...?" With sweet but teasing smile, Finn would feel Tobi's hands begin to slow around him as she cocks her head to the side.
They would need to have those awkward conversations one day, but not here and now. Because here and now, Finn's thoughts couldn't be farther from Molly's; Tobi's touch is as gentle as it is teasing, and everything from the way she moves to the way she speaks reminds Finn of snowy nights in the Celestine, of rainy mornings in their apartment back in the Tower.
"No, I didn't mean--" He almost winces, though there's a lopsided smile on his face at the same time, Finn getting his elbows under him just enough to peer down at Tobi. And the sight of her, coy and bathed in moonlight and with her hands wrapped around his cock, is almost overwhelming all on its own. "You are beautiful," he murmurs softly, as if forgetting near instantly that he doesn't want to stop and talk.
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It's a rather amusing sight, to see Finn stripped naked, looking neither scrawny nor sickly as he once had, and peering down the length of his own body at her; not that Tobi is laughing of course. Where anyone else might have played along, Finn of course is so Finn that it hurts in the most wonderful and exquisite sort of way. "Thank you." Tobi whispers, utterly smitten, while also realizing that she was a terrible tease.
"Lay back." She says softly as her hands tighten around him. "Unless you want to watch, but it will feel much better if you're relaxed." 10/10 for salacious banter between these two.
Wondering if perhaps Tobi ought to read up on this sort of thing, the doctor reminds herself that for all Finn has been through, he is still a man being encouraged to orgasm at the end of a long night while having to do little more than lay on his back. So, continuing to spiral her hands up and down in a way which she hoped made it feel as though her ministrations were continuous, Tobi dropped her earlier attempts at making Finn squirm impatiently and simply set about making him feel good.
Finn is about to offer an automatic you're welcome, which is just about the most awkward thing in the world; luckily, Tobi's fingers tighten around him again and steal his concentration and the words from his tongue. Moaning out something that starts as a sentence and ends in him sinking back against the bed, he loses himself in the sensation of her touch, coaxed and pulled towards an end that might come more quickly than intended (pardon the pun).
Given that he hasn't expected it - any of it - and that he's still getting used to receiving pleasure and not having it feel transactional somehow, of course part of Finn starts to feel as though he shouldn't be letting Tobi do all of this. But as he shifts as if to sit up, pleasure crackles up from the base of his spine, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop from cursing out loud. "Gods, Tobi, you're gonna make me--" They both know how that sentence is going to end.
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They do indeed both know, and so it is that Finn will feel Tobi's lips and tongue suddenly around the head of his cock. Neither of them are particularly messy people (though saying so of Finn is an understatement), but it isn't entirely for pragmatic reasons that the doctor takes Finn into her mouth; sparing Finn the mess of his own release is only half of it. A giver by nature, Tobi feels a swell of happiness as she coaxes out the ex-Spyglass's building orgasm, having taken in a deep breath that she might let him go through the rise and fall of his climax without interruption on her part.
Softening and then releasing her hands by degrees, Tobi reaches for a cleverly placed towel kept in the same drawer as the lube had been. Retrieving it, it's with a kiss to Finn's inner thigh that she drapes it over him, knowing his dislike of sullying their sheets with lube if it could be helped. "I love you." She whispers as she slips onto the bed, fitting herself against his side. "I know I meant to make that last longer, but.." Tobi shrugs, content in the knowledge that there would be other times to practice being coy and mischievous in bed.
06-07-2022, 07:29 PM (This post was last modified: 06-07-2022, 07:31 PM by Finn.)
FINN
Finn's breath catches in his throat at the sudden feel of her lips and tongue around him, and as the world dissolves into the white static of bliss, he can think of little more than Tobi gazing up at him, her dark eyes warm and wicked and dizzyingly gorgeous in the pale light of the snowfall outside. He rides through the crest of his orgasm and then some, his fingers flinching into the sheets, and even on the comedown Finn forgets to release the tension in his muscles.
Only her words bring him back - that and the feel of the towel on his lap - and he sags into the bed with a soft hum of sleepy pleasure. "I love you too," he whispers, because saying thank you is something that even he knows not to do. "And I really don't mind." If she couldn't tell, by the whole past few minutes.
Tobi comes to stretch out beside him and he slips an arm around her to draw her against his side, head turning to press a kiss to her dark hair. "Should I make some tea?" he asks softly, even though he really doesn't feel like getting up.
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It feels luxurious in a way that it has no right to, seeing as all they're doing is laying haphazardly on the bed. But with their bodies nearly bare and the rush of Finn's heart making his body pulse softly beneath her fingertips, Tobi is at pains to wonder what any spa service could offer that might gratify her more than this. (An orgasm maybe, but even that seems like more work than it's worth right now).
Pressing a kiss against the cleft of Finn's shoulder, Tobi curls her body in a long and slow stretch that starts from her shoulders, arches down her back, and finally causes her toes to flex. "Do you feel like having tea?" She wonders as she relaxes, silently trying to figure out the answer for herself. "I both do and don't..." Tobi decides after a moment's reflection. "I would have some, but not at the expense of leaving your side."
