It's a bit like a brush with a bear trap, though definitely more of a pleasant thrill. Especially with that kneading, which makes Finnick hum.
He laughs in turn, softly.
"I can fill your holes, babycakes. But how about... Letting me on the bed with you, first?" Ever heard of foreplay, Angel? No, he's a porn star, of course not. Well, time to learn.
He knew what foreplay was!!! Did he participate in it often? No, but shut up.
"Plenty of room, doll." He pulled his long long legs up and scooted over to make room, not entirely sure which direction he wanted to go, but clearly willing to adjust accordingly.
"You like that, baby?" He purred. Angel put up no resistance to being manhandled either, and happily rolled onto him, one of his many hands carding through his hair while they kissed. The other three that were currently out worked on sliding up and under his shirt, and down to his crotch again, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants.
"I do," he hums back. "And so soft... And so sexy..." He keeps murmuring against Angel's lips, moaning softly as his many hands light up his senses.
He reaches down to grope Angel's ass, pressing the spider's hips against his own in the process. He grabs angel's lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it slip through.
"Sure hope you can't come up with rent any time soon..."
His hips lifted obediently, a heady moan rumbling in his throat. His own dick was still tucked away — but god damn could he feel Finnick's hardening first in his grasp, then in the cradle of his thighs when he pressed their bodies together.
"Mm. Maybe we can make this a permanent arrangement? Money's kinda tight, but I got something tighter you might like better."
"That tight little ass will work just fine," he growls, squeezing it again. God, Angel is just dredging up the skeeziest parts of him. It's kind of fun, even if it is ridiculous.
Hands, everywhere, grazing his abdominal muscles and gills, around his cock, in his hair. His own hands wander Angel further, exploring.
It was fun and no one was making him do it. Angel got to enjoy the silly little game all on his own and Finnick seemed to be having fun — so what was the harm?
He had hands everywhere, and one left still to reach back and pull a drawer open in the nightstand so he could fish around, pull out a pair of handcuffs, pause, and then snort out a laugh. "Looking for the lube so you can bend me over and fuck me into the sheets. Maybe we can play with these later." Unless...
Anyway. Lube. Handcuffs tossed onto the bed, vial pulled out so he could pop the cork off. Did he time the pop with the exact moment his dick sprung free and pressed between them?
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He laughs in turn, softly.
"I can fill your holes, babycakes. But how about... Letting me on the bed with you, first?" Ever heard of foreplay, Angel? No, he's a porn star, of course not. Well, time to learn.
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"Plenty of room, doll." He pulled his long long legs up and scooted over to make room, not entirely sure which direction he wanted to go, but clearly willing to adjust accordingly.
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"You're so... Grabbable." He demonstrates by lifting Angel atop himself, hands sliding up and down his sides as he kisses the demon again.
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He reaches down to grope Angel's ass, pressing the spider's hips against his own in the process. He grabs angel's lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it slip through.
"Sure hope you can't come up with rent any time soon..."
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"Mm. Maybe we can make this a permanent arrangement? Money's kinda tight, but I got something tighter you might like better."
Stupid.
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Hands, everywhere, grazing his abdominal muscles and gills, around his cock, in his hair. His own hands wander Angel further, exploring.
"Show me how you like it, baby."
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He had hands everywhere, and one left still to reach back and pull a drawer open in the nightstand so he could fish around, pull out a pair of handcuffs, pause, and then snort out a laugh. "Looking for the lube so you can bend me over and fuck me into the sheets. Maybe we can play with these later." Unless...
Anyway. Lube. Handcuffs tossed onto the bed, vial pulled out so he could pop the cork off. Did he time the pop with the exact moment his dick sprung free and pressed between them?
Yes. Obviously.