Oh, fuck, he was close. He flushed, partly from the lust but also partly from what he was about to say, as if he was already embarrassed. But embarrassed wasn't the word. He was too relieved for that. It was more like he was opening up his chest and inviting Finn to gaze directly on his heart and tell him whether or not it was worthy.

"I want to make love to you, Finn," he whispered roughly, trying to hold back his impending orgasm. "I want to make up for every day I should have been making love to you."