It felt - it tasted - exactly like he remembered, the nostalgia overwhelming. But he didn't take it gently. He couldn't. If he went too slow, or too gentle, he'd have too much time to think. So all he could do was throw everything he had into pulling out every moan and scrap of pleasure from Finn that he could. He bobbed his head, his eyes watering as he took Finn's cock a little too deep every time, his eyes sliding shut as he tried to swallow around him.

Maybe it would be okay, if he just got Finn off. If that was all he did. Maybe it would just be like - like saying hello, a normal hello, and he'd be able to taste Finn on his tongue for hours and pull himself away before he went too far...