[ Jim shrugs, raising his eyebrows a little. ] Then you shouldn't have tried to cover up your mouth.
[ Literally no one at the rave will care, Jim's sure of that. Most of the other rooms nearby are taken up by people having very much the same kind of fun they are, and that's without mentioning those few who don't give a shit about a more public setting. Like the couches, for one. If anyone happens to hear them, then quite honestly he couldn't care less. He knows for a fact no one will bat an eye at it.
He does appreciate that tone, though. At least Finn seems to be at ease enough to agree with his request, and when those fingers find their way into his hair instead, he can't help a low, warm purr, eyes sliding closed and head tipping back to more or less follow the path of those fingertips against his scalp.
The simple touch sends a thrill down his spine, goosebumps flaring across his skin. He'll always be partial to people playing with his hair, and— ah, Finn curls his fingers into a fist next, and the purr turns to a gasp instead. He opens his eyes again when Finn speaks up. ]
That's very okay. [ He wraps a hand loosely around the base of Finn's cock, thumb swiping along the underside, working its way up slowly to the crown. His lips just barely hover against the tip, breath warm when he speaks again. ] I like that... you touching my hair. Tugging too, you can do that. Don't worry, I don't mind— I like a little pain. You're fine.
[ So if Finn ends up getting a little carried away, he can rest assured that it'd take a considerable amount of force for Jim to really mind at all. With that cleared up, he parts his mouth and wraps his lips loosely around the head of Finn's erection, sucking slowly before pulling away again, tongue lapping up across the very tip. ]
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[ Literally no one at the rave will care, Jim's sure of that. Most of the other rooms nearby are taken up by people having very much the same kind of fun they are, and that's without mentioning those few who don't give a shit about a more public setting. Like the couches, for one. If anyone happens to hear them, then quite honestly he couldn't care less. He knows for a fact no one will bat an eye at it.
He does appreciate that tone, though. At least Finn seems to be at ease enough to agree with his request, and when those fingers find their way into his hair instead, he can't help a low, warm purr, eyes sliding closed and head tipping back to more or less follow the path of those fingertips against his scalp.
The simple touch sends a thrill down his spine, goosebumps flaring across his skin. He'll always be partial to people playing with his hair, and— ah, Finn curls his fingers into a fist next, and the purr turns to a gasp instead. He opens his eyes again when Finn speaks up. ]
That's very okay. [ He wraps a hand loosely around the base of Finn's cock, thumb swiping along the underside, working its way up slowly to the crown. His lips just barely hover against the tip, breath warm when he speaks again. ] I like that... you touching my hair. Tugging too, you can do that. Don't worry, I don't mind— I like a little pain. You're fine.
[ So if Finn ends up getting a little carried away, he can rest assured that it'd take a considerable amount of force for Jim to really mind at all. With that cleared up, he parts his mouth and wraps his lips loosely around the head of Finn's erection, sucking slowly before pulling away again, tongue lapping up across the very tip. ]