finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
While it's true that Finn's self-restraint is something near otherworldly, he's absolutely not immune to the past few minutes, no matter how much he's been the instigator. His muscles tense as her hand travels up his torso, and as her fingertips hook against the front of his pants, one would have to be blind not to notice his arousal. And as she confirms that she wants to continue, the laugh that shivers out of him is nearly relieved.
"I was hoping you would say that," he murmurs, rescuing her hand so he can kiss her fingers, before tucking it back by her side. "I'm not finished yet." Maybe there's a bit of mischief in his smile. Maybe he even winks. He'll never tell.
Instead, the ex-Spyglass shifts onto the bed and back between her thighs, pausing only to collect more massage oil, hot and slick and applied liberally along her thighs, hips, and the soft peach of her ass. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, even as his fingers tease between her legs, stroking against her.
"I was hoping you would say that," he murmurs, rescuing her hand so he can kiss her fingers, before tucking it back by her side. "I'm not finished yet." Maybe there's a bit of mischief in his smile. Maybe he even winks. He'll never tell.
Instead, the ex-Spyglass shifts onto the bed and back between her thighs, pausing only to collect more massage oil, hot and slick and applied liberally along her thighs, hips, and the soft peach of her ass. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, even as his fingers tease between her legs, stroking against her.
it always feels so stark
