Yes, very funny, because he's also hoping she's having just as much fun as he is. He's living the fucking dream.
"Always."
It's true. She's crawled into his heart and made herself at home there. She's often on his mind, even when they're apart or with other partners. She's not just his lover, she's one of his best friends.
He exhales a soft groan as she pushes into him, whimpering slightly as he arches his back so his hips come up into her more.
Rare were those that could truly match her freak and desperate need for affection like Finnick did. So it went without saying that she was having the time of her life; glad that he was there to indulge her in so many ways. Night Sky always fell quickly — but not quite like this. He was special.
And he was hers.
The dryad chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, still slowly pressing in until she bottomed out inside him. "Don't worry, pretty baby. I will." She just wanted to enjoy the tight warmth around the fake cock first, a moan exhaled on the back of a warm breath. Night Sky pulled back and then jerked forward, starting slow with her thrusts and working herself up to a quicker, harder pace only once she was sure he could take it.
His gut churns with heat again at her promise. Her voice is so sexy... She just does something to him.
He moans and mewls as she starts to fuck him in earnest, sounding objectively pretty pathetic, but not caring. His head starts to swim with the euphoric sensations. He's thankful it will take him a while to come now so that she can take her time and have her fun.
Pathetic to him, maybe, but so terribly arousing to her. Night Sky kissed along his neck, nipped just above his collar and then catch the lobe of his ear between her teeth, every hot moan exhaled into his ear. Her position made it hard to fuck him as hard and fast as she wanted; leaving her to rut into him, but she so desperately want to lavish him in attention at the same time. Besides — there was no rush.
Balancing on one hand, she slid the other up to brush through his hair. "Such a pretty little slut for me." She purred. "Can't get enough, can you."
It's really something else, being kissed and smothered with affection while being fucked. He hasn't had much sex in his life that was actually tender or intimate, most of it just a means to an end. But now that he has partners like Night Sky, sex is different. He actually feels loved and valued all the way through the act. Sometimes it makes him tear up a little. Now is one of those times, as it suddenly seems to overwhelm him how much he cares for her and feels cared for. He wishes he could return her affections, hold and kiss her, but he's not in a position for that at the moment.
He's likely also feeling a bit vulnerable from how long they've been at this, how intense and sexual today has been. Perhaps he needed a break at some point and didn't realize, or forgot to ask for it, and now his emotions are going into overdrive a little from all the stimulation over so many hours.
All this to say, he's crying a little into the mattress, but he doesn't want to stop, necessarily.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick and wavering.
Night Sky was close enough, still peppering kisses where she could reach on his cheeks and neck and along the shell of his ear. She could hear the wobbliness in his voice even through her own haze of lust, and paused when she realized what was happening.
"I love you too." She was quick to say, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. The toy still buried inside him stilled for the moment, the heat overwhelming but briefly ignored. "Hey. Baby." She murmured and kissed under his eye. "You okay? Do I need to stop?"
Night Sky pulled back and out of him entirely; offering him a brief reprieve while she untied his arms, the rope set off to the side. Before she flipped him onto his back, she took a few seconds to knead into arms and shoulders. "Ready?" And if he was, she would carefully roll him over, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
He huffs out an exhale as she pulls out, flexing his now-freed hands and wrists, slowly straightening his arms. Her hands help to work out the stiffness, and he gives a small "mhm" before she turns him over. Immediately, he reaches up and wraps arms around her, kissing her lips deeply. He wants to be close.
She didn't hesitate to lean into that kiss, head tilted to deepen it with a lazy loll of her tongue into his mouth. Night Sky slipped her arms under and around him, pressing as close as she could; the still slick toy grinding into his thigh and making her moan with the magical sensation pulsing through to her core.
Her moan turns him on again, and his hands press into her, his real hand tangling into the curls at the back of her head. His mouth stays open for her, and he lifts his knees up toward his chest to give her access again.
"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
"Mm?" She sounded... confused, her brain hazy with lust and wanting only to taste him. Oh right. She had a strap on and was, to be completely honest, already close to coming again. Night Sky laughed softly and leaned down to brush her lips against his jaw. "Sorry, baby. Got caught up in the taste of you."
After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
He laughs softly at her forgetting that they were even fucking. He hums as she enters him again, continuing to kiss her open-mouthed so she could taste more of him. He hooks his legs around her, crossing them at the ankles around her waist.
Night Sky moved slow so she did not hinder that kiss, tongue eagerly dipping into his mouth again; moans muffled between them. She smoothed a hand down his thigh, gripping his ass and playfully squeezing, pulling him close each time she hilted inside him. It was a solid few minutes before she pulled back from that kiss to nose into his neck again, lips pressed to his shoulder.
"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
Finnick just relaxes into her, soft moans and hums rumbling through his chest as she takes what she likes from him. It feels good, and it seems there's no risk of him coming too soon, so he just enjoys the intimate moment, her skin on his. He holds her securely as she comes, moaning and hissing slightly at the bite, then pulls her close on top of him so she can relax. He kisses her forehead.
Finnick hums and rubs her back softly, allowing his eyes to close and his breathing to finally even. He lays unmoving for a few minutes. He's tired, but...
"Mmkay." He sighs softly, closing his eyes and resting for a few more minutes. He could fall asleep, but he won't. In his opinion, she's done a lot of the work here, and he wants to take care of her in return for all the attention she's given him.
Eventually he shifts, pulling her gently out of him, and sits up. Damn, he's not sure his ass will be the same for a while after this. He lays her on the bed and unstraps her, pulling the harness off, and then lifts and carries her to the bath. He sits her on the edge of it while he runs it, adding some rose-scented stuff to it.
"I'll try to stay awake in here this time," he jokes softly, kissing her forehead.
Night Sky tried her best not to be entirely useless for the entire process; but it was so hard not to just lie there and appreciate the feeling of his hands on her, working so diligently and tender.
"I can't make the same promise." She replied with a quiet little laugh, reaching out to brush her fingers along his bicep. "Warm, rose scented water, my strong and beautiful boyfriend wrapping me up in his arms. A recipe for a nap if I ever heard one."
Finnick doesn't mind her being useless; that's the point, anyway. He cradles her carefully as he picks her up, as though she's something extremely precious.
Strong... She thinks he's strong. That makes him feel warm. He smiles to himself.
"You're allowed to sleep. In fact, you should. I'll keep watch and take you to bed when it's time."
He lowers her slowly into the warm water, then steps in behind her, grabbing a sponge and some soap on his way in. He lathers it and begins to gently clean her.
"Mm. My sweet protector." She murmured, feeling more and more lethargic the longer she lingered near the tub and then, eventually, in the warm, floral scented water. One would think she was the one run ragged by her horny girlfriend all day with how her eyelids drooped.
She leaned forward so he could get at her back, gathering up the wild curls of her hair out of the way. "You ever just... meet someone and know they're meant for you?" She asked absently. "I felt that way since we met. Just — it felt right. Hadn't even crossed my mind how strange it might be to feel so familiar with someone I had never met before." She said, seemingly out of nowhere. "Like you've been with me forever, it just took a while to find you."
"Mmm." He hums in agreement as he gently scrubs her back with his real hand and the sponge.
"I feel exactly the same way, my love. I've never had a doubt in my mind that we're meant for each other. It's just so easy to be with you."
He kisses the nape of her neck. Finnick likes his other partners, loves some of them, even, but many of them are difficult to get to know and get close to, and require a lot of patience. With Night Sky, Finnick never needs to hold himself back for fear of scaring her off or being too much for her. They can both be completely themselves. Their emotional, slutty, messy, clingy, fun-loving selves.
Night Sky sniffed quietly and raised a hand up to gently brush her fingertips over his cheek when he leaned down to kiss her neck. Of course she was crying — somehow still shocked when feelings were reciprocated so easily. Then again, it wasn't so easy for some of her other partners, so maybe Finnick's willingness to speak as frankly as she did helped.
She leaned back once he was done washing her back and rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. This world is fucking stupid sometimes, but at least Vaeros was smart enough to bring me you."
"Oh, love," he whispers as he realizes she's crying, and rinses her back quickly to pull her back into his arms. He wipes her cheeks, but doesn't tell her to stop; Finnick believes feeling deeply is a strength rather than a weakness, and thinks it's beautiful that she cares so deeply for everyone around her. Her tears show her devotion, her anxieties and worries about losing the lot of them show how much she loves them. He wouldn't dare suppress that or take it away, though he does try to reassure her or keep her mind distracted off of the doom and gloom "what-ifs" at times.
He kisses her neck softly, holding her securely.
"I'm grateful every day that I found you. If I have any say in it, I'm never leaving your side."
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"Always."
It's true. She's crawled into his heart and made herself at home there. She's often on his mind, even when they're apart or with other partners. She's not just his lover, she's one of his best friends.
He exhales a soft groan as she pushes into him, whimpering slightly as he arches his back so his hips come up into her more.
"Oh, fuck me, please," he murmurs.
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And he was hers.
The dryad chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck, still slowly pressing in until she bottomed out inside him. "Don't worry, pretty baby. I will." She just wanted to enjoy the tight warmth around the fake cock first, a moan exhaled on the back of a warm breath. Night Sky pulled back and then jerked forward, starting slow with her thrusts and working herself up to a quicker, harder pace only once she was sure he could take it.
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He moans and mewls as she starts to fuck him in earnest, sounding objectively pretty pathetic, but not caring. His head starts to swim with the euphoric sensations. He's thankful it will take him a while to come now so that she can take her time and have her fun.
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Balancing on one hand, she slid the other up to brush through his hair. "Such a pretty little slut for me." She purred. "Can't get enough, can you."
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He's likely also feeling a bit vulnerable from how long they've been at this, how intense and sexual today has been. Perhaps he needed a break at some point and didn't realize, or forgot to ask for it, and now his emotions are going into overdrive a little from all the stimulation over so many hours.
All this to say, he's crying a little into the mattress, but he doesn't want to stop, necessarily.
"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick and wavering.
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"I love you too." She was quick to say, brushing some of his hair back from his forehead. The toy still buried inside him stilled for the moment, the heat overwhelming but briefly ignored. "Hey. Baby." She murmured and kissed under his eye. "You okay? Do I need to stop?"
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"Just... Can you untie me? And flip me? I wanna hold you." He's still very much in sub space, his request small and pleading.
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Night Sky pulled back and out of him entirely; offering him a brief reprieve while she untied his arms, the rope set off to the side. Before she flipped him onto his back, she took a few seconds to knead into arms and shoulders. "Ready?" And if he was, she would carefully roll him over, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
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"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
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After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
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"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
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"I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispers.
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"I love you too, sweet thing. More than words can express." She murmured in reply.
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"Let me clean you up this time," he murmurs.
"Unless you'd rather sleep."
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On the other hand, he was making a pretty direct request, and she wouldn't want to deny him that.
"If you really want, baby. No rush."
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Eventually he shifts, pulling her gently out of him, and sits up. Damn, he's not sure his ass will be the same for a while after this. He lays her on the bed and unstraps her, pulling the harness off, and then lifts and carries her to the bath. He sits her on the edge of it while he runs it, adding some rose-scented stuff to it.
"I'll try to stay awake in here this time," he jokes softly, kissing her forehead.
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"I can't make the same promise." She replied with a quiet little laugh, reaching out to brush her fingers along his bicep. "Warm, rose scented water, my strong and beautiful boyfriend wrapping me up in his arms. A recipe for a nap if I ever heard one."
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Strong... She thinks he's strong. That makes him feel warm. He smiles to himself.
"You're allowed to sleep. In fact, you should. I'll keep watch and take you to bed when it's time."
He lowers her slowly into the warm water, then steps in behind her, grabbing a sponge and some soap on his way in. He lathers it and begins to gently clean her.
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She leaned forward so he could get at her back, gathering up the wild curls of her hair out of the way. "You ever just... meet someone and know they're meant for you?" She asked absently. "I felt that way since we met. Just — it felt right. Hadn't even crossed my mind how strange it might be to feel so familiar with someone I had never met before." She said, seemingly out of nowhere. "Like you've been with me forever, it just took a while to find you."
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"I feel exactly the same way, my love. I've never had a doubt in my mind that we're meant for each other. It's just so easy to be with you."
He kisses the nape of her neck. Finnick likes his other partners, loves some of them, even, but many of them are difficult to get to know and get close to, and require a lot of patience. With Night Sky, Finnick never needs to hold himself back for fear of scaring her off or being too much for her. They can both be completely themselves. Their emotional, slutty, messy, clingy, fun-loving selves.
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She leaned back once he was done washing her back and rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. This world is fucking stupid sometimes, but at least Vaeros was smart enough to bring me you."
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He kisses her neck softly, holding her securely.
"I'm grateful every day that I found you. If I have any say in it, I'm never leaving your side."
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