He didn't press very deeply, and there was no urgency - his eyes closed and he fell almost into a trance, focused on easing that sore flesh as well as he could with his lips and tongue. He could almost feel Finn's moan through his lips, and his heart vibrated in time with it.

He pulled up, gazing up at Finn with something that could only be described as devotion, and for the first time in days it was as if the man that Finn had thought he'd known was still buried somewhere in there.

"Alright?" He asked, when it had never occurred to him to ask before.

It probably wouldn't again.