[ Excuse you, he's not a pilot. He's a Captain, thank you very much.
... but okay, yeah, he also is a pilot. And he is a bit smug, so what. Sue him.
Jim honestly couldn't care less about what prompts Finn to be vocal right now. He doesn't even know if that's how he is normally or if this is an unusual reaction for him, but what matters is that he enjoys it immensely. Every gasp, every hitch in his breath, the short panting that comes all too easily and more audible the more Jim touches him.
The moan he gets from Finn, or rather, the way he reacts to it by trying to cover up his own mouth, lets Jim know this is definitely not the way he usually is. So much so that he seems almost caught off-guard by his own reactions. At least this time around his mouth is a little too busy for him to grin smugly again, so there's that.
He lets out a sound of his own, a hum of sorts that's muffled against Finn's bulge, tongue pressing against him just a hint. He doesn't mind the fingers digging into his shoulder in the least. It's Finn's other arm that he reaches for, trying to get him to uncover his own mouth and— touch him, fist his hair, curl at his neck, anything. ]
I wanna hear you. [ He manages in a low purr, pulling away barely an inch. His hands move to the waistband of Finn's underwear next and he pulls piece of clothing down his legs, somehow both slow and impatient.
He takes a moment to lean back and actually just— you know, stare and admire for a little while, biting at his lower lip a little. Hello soldier. ]
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... but okay, yeah, he also is a pilot. And he is a bit smug, so what. Sue him.
Jim honestly couldn't care less about what prompts Finn to be vocal right now. He doesn't even know if that's how he is normally or if this is an unusual reaction for him, but what matters is that he enjoys it immensely. Every gasp, every hitch in his breath, the short panting that comes all too easily and more audible the more Jim touches him.
The moan he gets from Finn, or rather, the way he reacts to it by trying to cover up his own mouth, lets Jim know this is definitely not the way he usually is. So much so that he seems almost caught off-guard by his own reactions. At least this time around his mouth is a little too busy for him to grin smugly again, so there's that.
He lets out a sound of his own, a hum of sorts that's muffled against Finn's bulge, tongue pressing against him just a hint. He doesn't mind the fingers digging into his shoulder in the least. It's Finn's other arm that he reaches for, trying to get him to uncover his own mouth and— touch him, fist his hair, curl at his neck, anything. ]
I wanna hear you. [ He manages in a low purr, pulling away barely an inch. His hands move to the waistband of Finn's underwear next and he pulls piece of clothing down his legs, somehow both slow and impatient.
He takes a moment to lean back and actually just— you know, stare and admire for a little while, biting at his lower lip a little. Hello soldier. ]