[ Finn's not sure his arousal needs further working up. As it is, considering just from how he feels, he's surprised James isn't worse off than he is. Or better off, rather.
His breath hitches when James brushes over his chest, his hand darting out to hold the wrist as if he intends to do something with it when he really just wants him to keep going. So Finn kisses the palm and lets him go, his hand moving down from the rest to the rest of the arm, his eyes staying on his while they rock into each other. His nails dig in a little, pace finally picking up. ]
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His breath hitches when James brushes over his chest, his hand darting out to hold the wrist as if he intends to do something with it when he really just wants him to keep going. So Finn kisses the palm and lets him go, his hand moving down from the rest to the rest of the arm, his eyes staying on his while they rock into each other. His nails dig in a little, pace finally picking up. ]