[ The plan was a success. Jim looks great without a shirt. Finn lets his hands smooth cautiously over Jim's shoulders, his chest, his sides. When Jim presses a kiss to his shoulder, his breath catches, turns ragged around the edges of an inhale. An involuntary shift of his hips goes right along with it. ]
Sorry if that's, [ he starts, breathless, once he notices Jim lingering a little to look over. His shoulder is one thing, and he's never exactly gotten a good look at his back, but he knows it's a bit of an entity all its own. ] I mean, I know not everyone likes-- I get if it's a problem. Back there.
[ Thinking is hard with a mouth on your shoulder, so warm it's almost like a brand. Finn half-shrugs his other shoulder instead of trying to piece together something more nicely worded. Keeps reveling in the heady buzz of contact. ]
Really hoping it's not one. But I'd get it.
[ This far to the point of obvious and evident interest, it only seems fair to keep things above the table. He's not looking to leave anyone beholden to a potential sense of obligation. ]
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Sorry if that's, [ he starts, breathless, once he notices Jim lingering a little to look over. His shoulder is one thing, and he's never exactly gotten a good look at his back, but he knows it's a bit of an entity all its own. ] I mean, I know not everyone likes-- I get if it's a problem. Back there.
[ Thinking is hard with a mouth on your shoulder, so warm it's almost like a brand. Finn half-shrugs his other shoulder instead of trying to piece together something more nicely worded. Keeps reveling in the heady buzz of contact. ]
Really hoping it's not one. But I'd get it.
[ This far to the point of obvious and evident interest, it only seems fair to keep things above the table. He's not looking to leave anyone beholden to a potential sense of obligation. ]