His muscles clenched, his body arching so that he could press his face into Finn's shoulder, into his throat - kissing and biting at anything he found there, each movement getting considerably less thought out as his brain was getting far less blood than it had been even a few minutes ago.

He grunted, grip strong enough to leave bruises - every last coherent thought he had left lost. He gasped Finn's name as a trickle of sweat slid down his spine.