[The kneeling was pretty intentional.

He glanced up, his eyes still twinkling, wetting his lips thoughtfully.]

Sounds good to me. [He stood up, stopping half way to lean in and give Finn a good, firm, kiss, before sliding onto the bunk and laying down on it, lounging quite happily. He folded his arms behind his head, and said, completely cockily:]

Think you could take care of these pants, for me? They're a little tight and I don't really want them to get sticky...