“I—“ he stuttered, suddenly torn. He did want. He did. But he also really, really didn’t —

Unfortunately, the want won out.

He took the kiss hungrily, moaning into Finn’s mouth as he blinding fumbled with the man’s clothes. He managed to get them down to Finn’s knees before started blindly fumbling for his pocket bottle of lube instead, all the while unable to pull himself out of that perfect kiss.