Serving Mr. Right
Serving Mr. Right
“Curled around Finn. Oh yes.
He'd undone Finn's hands in the end. They could be tied up again and he didn't want Finn waking up with limbs dead or tingling painfully from being stuck in the same position all night. Besides, it was easier to spoon with Finn on his side.
He stroked Finn's hip, keeping the touch light. He wasn't trying to wake Finn, yet, but he wanted to touch. Maybe he needed to. He'd taken a chance, going back to see Finn, but something had told him that maybe Finn had changed, maybe things would be different this time, better. His fingers drifted to Finn's pubes, brushing idly through them.
"Mmm. My Tony." Finn hummed and wiggled, sighed.
It felt good, hearing that from Finn, the man only half awake, if at all.
He tugged the soft curls, grinning as Finn moaned. The man always had been a needy fucking pain slut. Now Finn was willing to embrace it, admit it.
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