Finnick regains his composure completely as they eat, but his dick is still uncomfortably hard and leaking in his pants. He checks for a wet spot, which there isn't... Yet. He sighs and sips his wine.
He's just starting to calm down more completely, some of the pressure relieving from his cock, when she turns on the toy again. His fingers curl where they sit on the tabletop, and he can't help a small grunt. Still, he straightens as the server collects their dishes, smiling politely at them.
"You better have the bill, sweetness," he mutters.
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Finnick regains his composure completely as they eat, but his dick is still uncomfortably hard and leaking in his pants. He checks for a wet spot, which there isn't... Yet. He sighs and sips his wine.
He's just starting to calm down more completely, some of the pressure relieving from his cock, when she turns on the toy again. His fingers curl where they sit on the tabletop, and he can't help a small grunt. Still, he straightens as the server collects their dishes, smiling politely at them.
"You better have the bill, sweetness," he mutters.