He did try to follow, naturally, straining against the grip, but Finn's hand kept him firmly in place. He didn't always appreciate just how strong Finn was, unless they were sparring. But he definitely noticed it now.

He sucked a hard breath into his lungs to catch as much air as he could, fingers dragging across Finn's chest until they found purchase in his sides, nails digging hard into flesh. His head twisted, bearing more of his throat without any thought behind it - just need.

"Want what?" He demanded, even though his breath caught when Finn's lips found his chest, one of his hands moving to grip fingers into the other man's hair, nails dragging against his scalp.

"Want what Finn--"