He's happy to have the extra hang on his cock, fumbling between then our no. He wants Finn's hands all over him, though he's having a hard time actually putting that into words once he hitched his hips to an angle where nearly every thrust is stimulating his prostate. All he really has is an unsteady, eager moan, the tightening of his legs.

Finally he manages a slightly breathy "yes!" And then another before it's a little too much simulation and he comes across his own stomach. "Keep going," he pants, being almost.