The irony was not lost on him: that out of the two of them, he was the one trying to slow it down. He felt like he owed it to Finn, in a weird way. Even if the other man was trying to rush ahead, it obviously wasn’t the ideal. But he was only a man, and a man who liked to move very fast, if he was the only concideration. So it was inevitable that as Finn sped up, so did he, rolling his hips to press himself deeper into every stroke and—

No, no, no.

“Finn—“ he groaned, “if you don’t let up, I’m going to ruin your suit. Slow down. I’ve got a— I’ve got an idea.”