It had been a bad idea, to rush ahead quite that fast, as the burning stretch told him. But something about the pain was almost satisfying. He knew this was wrong. He knew this was wrong, on almost every level, so the pain made him feel like he was being punished for it.

It certainly didn't stop him.

Eyes still screwed shut, his throat got very tight as he nearly heard the words fall from Finn's lip. He wanted them. Force, how he wanted them, and he wanted Finn to mean them--

"Oh, Finn--" He moaned, forcing himself still deeper, the sting almost making him hiss. But he kept pushing himself down until finally he felt his ass press flush to Finn's thighs and he let out a shaking breath, releasing some of the tension he hadn't even noticed had gathered in his shoulders.

He finally let his eyes open, half lidded and hazy, to look down at Finn below him. Beautiful, perfect Finn, and he'd missed him so badly--

Without moving off of Finn's cock he shifted his position, leaning down to press a clumsy, longing kiss to his lips.