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[lost-in-gardener]

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Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

[oliver-ashcroft-documents]

So, I’ve been having fun writing (when I can ;-;) with Apis over on their NSFW blog, so I decided to make a little art piece for them and some of Asterius’s court! The image is under the cut and suggestive, so be mindful of that.

Enjoy! :D

So, the lovely folks in @the-princes-court court are: Eric from @threeoclockads Yancy from @late-night-cabaret Merrick from @merrick-of-violet And of course Oliver from here :)

[lost-in-gardener]

[[OOC: The mutual autism broke the thread </3]] @threeoclockads

They chuckle, glad to see that he wasn't trying to defend his dad, and they pull Eric closer so that he was pressed flush against them. Finn wraps their arms around him as if he was an oversized teddy bear, kissing the top of his head and basking in his warmth. "I'm like a personal space heater at night— of course I'll keep you warm," they murmur cheerfully, unable to keep the huge grin off their face as they begin carefully running their fingers through Eric's hair and detangling the strands that had been messed up during the frantic desperation that had ensued earlier. They were glad to see that he enjoyed their affection, and it made them relax against him.

They hoped that this warm feeling would last, that Eric would want this to be more than an overly-affectionate hookup. He was so sweet, and Finn would be lying if she said that they didn't want this to be something more. Even if they just ended up being friends-with-benefits, they would want to allow whatever this was to become something meaningful. Although the little crush Finn was getting on Eric made them hopeful about pursuing something beyond just sex. If he wanted that, of course, they were worried that he would want to keep his distance once the post-fuck haze settled.

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"Yeah? Do you want daddy to make you cum again?" they tease lightly, grinning against his skin and letting him grind against them as needed. They softly caress his waist with their fingertips, satisfied with his quiet moans and whimpers. They want more. They want him to be sobbing with pleasure when they're done, forgetting every little thing that could still potentially be making him anxious. Finn wanted to make him cum more times than he could count on one hand, make him feel so good that he absolutely couldn't function anymore. If they could, she wanted to give him the best experience possible and then some more.

"I wanna go down on you if you're comfortable, sweetheart. Does that sound good?" They wanted to save actually using their strap on to fuck him for their last couple of rounds, and get him worked up enough so he could actually fit the silicone cock inside of him. It was pretty big, and while a decent bit of lube could probably help ease it in, they wanted to make sure he was fully ready before they used it on him. Finn was still going to make good on their promise of fucking him over the desk, of course. Maybe she could convince him to help them cum a couple times too, just to get a little bit of relief before the two of them inevitably passed out in their bed.

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Finn grins, nodding their head and sitting up straight. "That sounds fun," they reply, stretching out their back and letting out a contented sigh. They're more than happy with the thought of getting out of that damn warehouse, and... well, she really wants to hang out with Eric outside of a professional setting as well. They understand that they still need to get paid for helping, since they had rent to pay and they'd spent so much time helping him get rid of that banshee, but they really didn't care about the money right now.

"I'll wait in the car while you get changed, alright? I can pay the Uber for us to get back home once we're done at the bar, and I think I have enough cash on me to pay for drinks." Of course, if they didn't, Finn could always just flirt with the bartender and get away with paying at some other time. She stands up after a second, holding out a hand to Eric to help him stand up.

[carnivalofchaos]

@threeoclockads

"Aye, me boy, taking me so well. Fuck, feels so good. Perfect for me." Magnums hand sat heavy on Eric's hips, making him move up and down his length.

"F-Fuck, Magnum, ah!" He loved it when the pirate used him. It always felt amazing.

"Ye like it when I use ye? This is what ye wanted, no? For me to ye as I please? Such a good boy, lad."

"F-Fuck!" Maggie rubbed up so perfectly against his walls, and as he clenched down on him, both of them moaned loudly.

"Just like that, lad. Just like that."

[carnivalofchaos]

@threeoclockads @late-night-cabaret

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The way that Eric put so much effort into putting on a show for Finn as he sucked on their thumb made them excited to see how else he could put those skills to use. As he spreads his legs, they use their hands to gently spread them further so they can get a good look at how they affected him. They just about went feral at the sight of his arousal, letting out a contented hum and moving to softly run their fingers along his folds and collecting his slick on the digits. Finn takes a moment to admire, before slowly licking the arousal off their fingers and letting out an almost pornographic moan at the taste.

She practically dives right in, using their hands to keep his thighs apart as they lean down and run their tongue along his folds and swirl around his clit before latching onto the sensitive nub with their lips and sucking gently. Fuck, they wanted to see him writhe. If he would let them, Finn would want to stay down here for the entire night, fucking him with their tongue and their fingers until he just couldn't take it anymore. He tasted perfect, like an expensive party drug that Finn was way too eager to get addicted to. "You're perfect," they breathe, only pulling away for a moment to speak before diving right back in.

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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"That's because your dad's a wad of dick cheese, and probably gets no bitches," they respond with a huff, irritated with the thought of Eric's dad despite the fact that they hadn't even met him yet. They relax into Eric's affection, giving him a small smile and just looking over his face with adoration. He was impossibly handsome, and Finn wanted him to know that they wouldn't just... drop him out of nowhere. They would stay, if he was willing to let them. Turning their head softly to press a little kiss to each of his palms, they're unable to resist the temptation to press another kiss to his forehead before reaching over and picking up a large grey t-shirt and handing it to Eric gently.

She smiles at him for a moment longer before picking up some clothes of their own and slipping them on, a pair of underwear and a black tanktop, before pulling the covers over the both of them and wrapping their arms around Eric's waist to pull him closer. "I hope the house isn't too cold; I can be kinda frugal with the electricity bill, but if you need me to turn the temperature up a little bit I wouldn't mind," she offers, gently pressing kisses over his face and glancing again at the hickies that covered his skin. Hopefully Eric didn't mind those... if he wanted to hide them, Finn could probably help him put makeup over the marks to keep people from seeing them.

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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After making sure he was fully cleaned up, Finn sets the water and the washcloth aside and dries their hands before reaching for the prosthetics and carefully unlatching them. "Of course I'm okay with it, why wouldn't I be? I pretty much grew up around a bunch of disabled veterans, since my dad always took me to meetings with the men from his old Army troop," they explain, making sure to be extra gentle as they prop the prosthetics up against the little table next to Eric's side of the bed. They know that medical stuff like that was expensive as hell, and Finn would never forgive herself if they accidentally damaged them somehow. "Besides, it's just common decency. People shouldn't get so weirded out by medical devices and stuff like that."

They pause, trying to avoid going on a long-winded rant about the American Healthcare system directly after fucking Eric's brains out. They weren't letting their special interest in politics win today. "Anyway— of course you can stay. I want you to stay, but I didn't want you to feel pressured into it," they continue, quickly leaning over and picking up a pair of clean boxers for Eric to borrow. She softly lifts his hips up and slips the boxers on him, gently trailing their hands from his hips to his waist and pressing another quick kiss to his lips. "Do you wanna wear one of my shirts too, or do you think that would be too warm?"

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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"I don't mind helping you out— unless you don't want me to touch your prosthetics," they respond genuinely, reaching over to softly clean the lube that continued to drip from him. They make sure to be extra gentle, knowing that his cunt was probably sensitive as all hell right now, and they give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I just figured the legs would get uncomfortable if you slept with them on, the same way it would be uncomfortable sleeping with a belt on or something."

They notice the panic in his eyes, and suddenly worried that they might've crossed a line. She didn't know if Eric even wanted to fall asleep here— he might've just wanted to be dropped off at his house after Finn was done giving him aftercare. Was she getting too hopeful about the nature of this relationship? Eric definitely didn't seem like the type of person to enjoy casual hookups, but maybe Finn was getting a little too ahead of themself by hoping that he was interested in something more. "Or if you don't want to sleep here, I could just finish cleaning you up and then get you an Uber home. You don't have to stay the night if you don't want to, I just figured... um, that might be... nice."

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

[lost-in-gardener]

They softly set Eric on the bed, moving to give him a long kiss on the lips before standing up and walking over to the bathroom. They get a little cup and fill it up with warm water and grab a small clean washcloth, smiling softly as they think about how cute Eric looked after getting his brain fucked out. They hoped he actually liked it; they assumed it had probably felt really good, considering Finn made him cum like six times in one night. Still, the thought of him coming back for more and just letting Finn dote on him for a while was... really fucking nice, and they couldn't help but blush slightly. Finn chuckles to herself as she walks back into the room, finding it funny that they were getting flustered by something little like that after having such intense sex with Eric, and they smile at him as they approach the bed.

"Hi again, hot stuff," they lightly tease, looking over him again to double check that he wasn't hurt. They pause as they look at his prosthetics, wondering if it would even be comfortable to sleep with those on. Probably not, they assumed. "Hey, do you want me to take those off for you?" they offer gently, motioning to the prosthetics and softly reaching over so that they can begin cleaning the lube and cum that had started to drip down his thighs. "I could lean them on the bedside table so you can reach them when you wake up in the morning."

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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Finn moves one hand to softly caress Eric's cheek as he turns to look at them, and they plant a gentle kiss to his cheek. Their thumbs slowly wipe away the tears that had been dripping down his face and they brush away the drool that had fallen from his mouth earlier. "I'm gonna help you over to the bed, and then I'm gonna get you cleaned up... you feeling okay, sweetheart?" she asks gently, looking over his body subtly to make sure that he hadn't gotten hurt. He was fucked pretty hard, and it's not like Finn showed him a lot of mercy.

After a second, they wrap one of Eric's arms over their shoulder and scoop up his legs, holding him bridal style and carrying him over to their mattress. Surprisingly, Finn wasn't really having much trouble picking him up despite all the physical effort they'd put into fucking Eric properly; maybe it was because they were still a little worked up from seeing how good they were making Eric feel, but they just wanted to make sure he was properly taken care of for now.

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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"I think I like the thought of people knowing that I can make you cum in less than ten minutes," they whisper, moving one hand to quickly unbutton their pants and shift them off of their hips slightly. They wanted to give him something a little softer to grind against, and the fabric of their boxers was a little more comfortable than their jeans. That also gave him a bit more access to touch them if he wanted to, but they didn't want to pressure him. Either way, it was really turning Finn on to see his head start to go fuzzy, and they wanted to let him do whatever made his brain go numb with pleasure.

Their hands returns to his hips, encouraging him to grind against them a little more and softly biting his neck. "There were go, sweetheart, go ahead and make yourself feel good," they encourage quietly, their palms moving up his shirt slightly to hold onto his bare waist as they gently helped him grind against them. "Such a good boy for daddy..." Their fingertips press slightly into his skin as their kisses become gentle again, working back over the three deep marks on his skin with their lips.

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Finn grins, nodding their head and sitting up straight. "That sounds fun," they reply, stretching out their back and letting out a contented sigh. They're more than happy with the thought of getting out of that damn warehouse, and... well, she really wants to hang out with Eric outside of a professional setting as well. They understand that they still need to get paid for helping, since they had rent to pay and they'd spent so much time helping him get rid of that banshee, but they really didn't care about the money right now.

"I'll wait in the car while you get changed, alright? I can pay the Uber for us to get back home once we're done at the bar, and I think I have enough cash on me to pay for drinks." Of course, if they didn't, Finn could always just flirt with the bartender and get away with paying at some other time. She stands up after a second, holding out a hand to Eric to help him stand up.

[lost-in-gardener]

They slow down their pace after a while, setting side the now-empty bottle and gently smoothing their hands over Eric's back in a circular motion. Finn's hips have now stilled completely, the length of the strap seated fully inside of him as she begins softly kissing along his shoulder blades again. "Perfect, you did such a good job," they praise, softly brushing their fingertips against his scalp and letting out a contented hum. "I'm gonna pull out, sweetheart... it might feel a little weird okay?" She figures it would probably be a good idea to warn him about the odd sensation of lube dripping out of him before they pull out, since it can be a little off-putting when you're not used to it.

Slowly but surely, they end up pulling their hips back, letting the end of the toy fall out of his cunt and keeping their hands on his hip and back to keep him steady. "There we go..." they murmur affectionately, not really expecting a response from him after getting his brains fucked out. They know that they should probably get him cleaned up, but Finn figured he needed a couple seconds to come down before they started picking him up and carrying him around.

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.

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They let out an audible shiver as Eric's hand touches their thighs, as that was one of the more... sensitive points of their body. That might be a good detail to remember if he ever plans on domming them, but Finn was more focused on paying attention to him right now. They gently pull him over so that he's straddling their lap, placing their hands on his waist and moving to start kissing his neck again. "You like praise? Perfect," they murmur against his skin, voice practically turning into a quiet growl as they begin sucking yet another mark into his skin on a section of skin between his neck and his jaw.

"I really liked making you cum outside of that bar, muffin— you know we probably almost got caught? Your sweet little moans were getting pretty loud at one point, do you think anyone heard you getting fucked on my fingers?" Her hands move down to his hips and they adjust slightly, making it easier for him to grind down against their lap and get some friction if he wanted to. "I'd also like to hear some more about the kind of books you like reading... the ones that got you 'interested', as you put it."

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Finn grins, nodding their head and sitting up straight. "That sounds fun," they reply, stretching out their back and letting out a contented sigh. They're more than happy with the thought of getting out of that damn warehouse, and... well, she really wants to hang out with Eric outside of a professional setting as well. They understand that they still need to get paid for helping, since they had rent to pay and they'd spent so much time helping him get rid of that banshee, but they really didn't care about the money right now.

"I'll wait in the car while you get changed, alright? I can pay the Uber for us to get back home once we're done at the bar, and I think I have enough cash on me to pay for drinks." Of course, if they didn't, Finn could always just flirt with the bartender and get away with paying at some other time. She stands up after a second, holding out a hand to Eric to help him stand up.

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She chuckles at his mindless response, letting go of his hair after a moment and trailing their fingers along the length of the small tube that was connected to the end of the strap-on, grabbing the bottle of lube and holding onto it as they continue that harsh pace against his entrance. "So handsome and brainless for me," they muse, letting go of his hip for a moment to firmly slap his ass before grabbing on again and continuing to fuck him relentlessly. It wasn't enough to really hurt him, just enough to leave a sharp sting in his skin.

Suddenly, Finn's other hand squeezes the bottle; a warm and sticky liquid fills Eric's cunt, coming out in short bursts and getting fucked further inside of him with every sharp thrust of their hips. It feels surprisingly realistic, as if someone was actually cumming inside of him and fucking him through their orgasm. "Good boy, taking daddy's cum so well... you're so fucking cute, honey."

[[OOC: The t4t whores (affectionate) broke the thread]] @threeoclockads

Their eyes are significantly darkened with lust and they move one hand to softly caress his face, slipping their thumb into his mouth and letting him suck on the digit as they admire the submissive look on his face. "You're so fucking cute, such a pretty fucktoy for me— of course you can make me feel good, but I wanna focus on you first," they purr, noting his reactions to their voice and taking pride in the fact that they could make him shiver like that. They were confident, sure, but Finn wasn't used to having their ego stroked this much. It made them feel like they were a fucking god or something, like they were a deity gifting blessings to Eric with their body.

They gently maneuver him so that he's laying on his back, and they're situated comfortably between his thighs. They softly begin working on getting off his pants, pausing for a moment as they remember that it might be difficult to get the irritating piece of clothing off with the running blades on. She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to make him take the prosthetics off unless he was totally comfortable. They didn't have his wheelchair here, since it was still over at the warehouse, but Finn decided that they would work around the prosthetics for now.

She gently shifts the pants and his boxers off his hips, setting the packer aside and making a mental note of where it was so they could hand it back to him later. "I need you to spread your thighs sweet boy, can you do that for me?" They gently trace the now-bare skin of his hips with their fingertips, waiting patiently for a response.