It was a little more abrupt than he'd been expecting, if he was honest. So he was a touch surprised when Finn a) suddenly came and then b) let go of him shouting that he was sorry like he had been tasered. His shoulder hurt - quite a bit - but that wasn't what he was paying attention to as he shifted his weight to be able to look down at Finn, twisting his body so he was resting one hip against him.

"Relax, Finn," He said, his voice fond and teasing, though he himself was still far from finished, he was very willing to pull back a minute. He reached down between them, running a finger over Finn's - ah - soiled chest, and then sticking the finger in his mouth.

"Yeah, not bad, but I think I can probably keep working for a better vintage--"