He had been expecting revulsion. A flat, absolute no. He’d been preparing himself to deal with it, for Finn. He’d deal with it. It’d be fine, he’d find some other way—

Not here, Finn says. Your bunk. The shock is only barely mitigated by the sudden surge of arousal, his blood thumping hotly south, his pupils dilating. It gets a little harder to breathe, a little harder to restrain himself:

“You said no penetration,” he reminds him, though his tone is hopeful rather than reprimanding. Of course he wants Finn to change his mind. Expects him to. But if he agreed to everything before it happened...

He just wanted Finn to be happy. To want him. To need him. He could resist, and he could wait, if that small courtesy tied Finn to him forever.