"I...can imagine." Usually, Finn didn't talk nearly so much during sex but the closer he got to his end the more difficult it was for him to control where his mind went. He didn't want to close his eyes and see his wife but everything they were doing churned up all sorts of memories. It was difficult not to get caught up in them, to deny a chance to bring her back again.
Finn pressed his fingers into Braylen's hips hard enough to bruise as the motion of his hips increased. Braylen had come and he wanted to, he really did. Every time he got close enough, though, he felt it slip away.