"I'm yours," he promised roughly, his voice a low whispered against Finn's mouth. He pulled back his hips only so that he could get his hands between them, tear away the rest of the fabric. Finally utterly bear, he took Finn's cock in hand and stroked it warmly.

"Slick," he said, a demand and a question at the same time. Because he needed to be in Finn more than he ever had before.