[ It's just really impossible for Jim to stay completely still when Finn's moving on top of him like that, feeling so warm and tight around him. The feeling drives him crazy, all the more so when of the two, he's the one who hasn't gotten to come yet. So of course that every sway and grind of Finn's hips as he comes down on him is matched with a moan or a gasp, breaths panting and hands clinging tighter as he arches beneath Finn.
He's not silent either, but words are something else entirely. He encourages Finn with sounds and touches instead, one hand trailing up his torso, tracing muscle and a thumb swiping across a nipple, while his other hand teasingly brushes along Finn's cock, not quite offering him proper relief yet, instead trying to work up that arousal a little more. Eyes are latched onto Finn too, drinking in the whole sight of him, their eyes eventually meeting as he rocks his hips up again. ]
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He's not silent either, but words are something else entirely. He encourages Finn with sounds and touches instead, one hand trailing up his torso, tracing muscle and a thumb swiping across a nipple, while his other hand teasingly brushes along Finn's cock, not quite offering him proper relief yet, instead trying to work up that arousal a little more. Eyes are latched onto Finn too, drinking in the whole sight of him, their eyes eventually meeting as he rocks his hips up again. ]