[ It's nice. Having Jim crowded in close, hot to the touch. A little buzz in the back of his head, being able to let his thoughts get fuzzy around the edges, the slightest bit. He pulls his pants and boxers most of the way up almost idly, not concerned with re-fastening them or covering himself up as much as he thinks getting them all the way off would take more time than he'd like, but being able to move more easily would be ideal.
After that, Finn ghosts his hands up Jim's sides, over his shoulders, back down to his waist. He scans Jim's face like catching the minute shifts in his expression is the most intense point of interest in his night right now. ]
Pretty sure I remember hearing I could return the favor. [ He hooks two fingers into the waistband of Jim's pants, carefully slides them around to the front to toy with the button. Half for the sake of reestablishing his interest in making good on that, half asking permission to get some of the more obvious clothing barriers out of his way. ] You wanna sit down?
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After that, Finn ghosts his hands up Jim's sides, over his shoulders, back down to his waist. He scans Jim's face like catching the minute shifts in his expression is the most intense point of interest in his night right now. ]
Pretty sure I remember hearing I could return the favor. [ He hooks two fingers into the waistband of Jim's pants, carefully slides them around to the front to toy with the button. Half for the sake of reestablishing his interest in making good on that, half asking permission to get some of the more obvious clothing barriers out of his way. ] You wanna sit down?