He remembered the first few times, how raw and sore he'd been afterwards, sometimes for days. As much as he had come to yearn for that ache, he also would have loved something to soothe it. So why not let Finn have both? He climbed onto the bunk, settling between Finn's legs, and reached out to gently run his fingers against Finn's abused flesh. Yeah. Raw and a bit swollen. Signs of the perfect coupling, but definitly going to be sore later.

He thought he could help, though.

"I've got you," he murmured as he knelt down, raising Finn's hips up as he dipped his head further, pressing careful kisses just under Finn's sac, and trailing down. His tongue flicked out, and he could taste himself in Finn, but it wasn't that disconcerting. If anything, a low, hazy thump of arousal flickered in his veins.

He closed his eyes and carefully, slowly, lavished attention on Finn, his tongue sliding a little deeper with every pass.