[ Whatever pace Finn goes with, Jim's more than happy to match. He smiles briefly into the kiss while feeling Finn's hand exploring his chest, while his own map down the expanse of Finn's back, particularly over the large scar until he's reaching the base of it, on his lower back.
His tongue dips into the kiss with slow sweeps, lingering, not wanting to miss out on the taste of Finn's mouth. Both his thumbs hook on the waistband of his trousers, slowly dragging from the back to the front, though he seems to take his sweet time to get to the button and pop it open. ]
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His tongue dips into the kiss with slow sweeps, lingering, not wanting to miss out on the taste of Finn's mouth. Both his thumbs hook on the waistband of his trousers, slowly dragging from the back to the front, though he seems to take his sweet time to get to the button and pop it open. ]