Braylen was very, very satisfied. He kissed that cocky smiling mouth and licked into it, tongue sliding over the features of his mouth as he fell under the torment of duel, blissful sensations. "Ah, luv," he groaned out, and he might have been planning to say more than that, but that was when the first tendrils of orgasm took hold of him. His words caught in his throat as he came, his body shuddering, muscles clenching around Finn as he spilled over his hand.