He was barely willing to breathe, lest he break the tense quiet that had settled between them, all coiled anticipation. He answered that arch by sliding his hand lower, just the briefest, barest brush of his palm over the growing bulge between Finn's thighs. Just a teasing taste, before his fingers went back to work on his fly.

He tilted his chin up, lips catching Finn's in a gentle, but thorough kiss, as he finally slid his hand under fabric, palm slowly grinding against the thick cock he found there.