He let Finn flip him, grunting as he landed back into the sheets, the hand on his cock and the site of Finn above him was making it harder to breathe, a pressure building low in his abdomen --

And then Finn spoke. He couldn't help it - he laughed, with a helpless fond grin, which was probably not the reaction Finn was going for but it had been so earnest and - well - adorable - that it was hard to take seriously. Or - well, seriously wasn't the word. It was hard to focus on having an orgasm when all he watched to do was grin and rub Finn's head.

Hard, but not impossible, considering how far he'd already come.

"Right now?" He asked, wetting his lips, "Or do you mean the next time I manage to drag you off into a dark corner, or a cockpit--"