"Have you met me?" He asked, the words half delivered against Finn's lips, the rest lost into a groan as he rolled into Finn's grip, against his lap, the towel slipping down lower.

But fine. He could not talk. Maybe. He could try anyway. So he decidedly did not ask before he let his hands slide down Finn's body, pulling open his jacket.

One of them was wearing decidedly too much clothing, at the moment.