[ Not that Jim would need the warning to know that Finn is almost there, feeling him clench around him, beads of precome staining his fingers. He groans and pants harder, darkened eyes wide as he keeps his gaze fixed intently on Finn's face, and his free hand clutches at Finn's thigh, nails sinking into flesh to match the grip on his shoulder.
His hips buck harder, pulling up to a rougher pace, heels digging into the mattress. His own hand speeds up, not quite matching the same rhythm, if only because it all gets much more erratic as he gets closer to his climax. All he wants is to make sure that Finn comes with him, but he can't hold out for much longer, and in a few seconds he comes with a few sharp thrusts and a cry, spilling thickly inside Finn, whole body arching and face twisting in blissful pleasure. ]
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His hips buck harder, pulling up to a rougher pace, heels digging into the mattress. His own hand speeds up, not quite matching the same rhythm, if only because it all gets much more erratic as he gets closer to his climax. All he wants is to make sure that Finn comes with him, but he can't hold out for much longer, and in a few seconds he comes with a few sharp thrusts and a cry, spilling thickly inside Finn, whole body arching and face twisting in blissful pleasure. ]