It was very difficult to try to keep his own pacing in mind when Finn's legs were suddenly around him, and he had been pulled quite a bit deeper than he had been, before. He laughed - more a breathless, helpless chuckle, really - and pulled at Finn's lips with his teeth.

"You are-- impossible," he complained, but the smile was spreading across his lips, and he was pulling his hips back a little farther just to be able to press in a little harder, this time, a little deeper. (He was, after all, flesh and blood.) "Impossible and... absolutely perfect--"