It was a fantasy. A fantasy he desperately wanted, but a fantasy none-the-less. He fell into it easily, and he moved inside Finn like he was making love to him.

Because he was.

When the were both sated and spent, he collapsed - cock still buried inside Finn as he slumped onto his chest, breathing hard, the experience far more intense in a far stranger way than it ever had been before.

He was silent for a long time, just letting his body slowly wind down and breath, before he finally murmured: "... I'll find a way, Finn. I promise. Just... just hold on until then."