"Good to go." Finn repeated with a little smile and took his hand away. Braylen knew much better than he did and he didn't really want to wait. He looked down at him, brushing that wet, dark hair away so he could see his eyes and then took his hips again. "Please, please, please," he muttered to himself and then pushed himself in. It was easier this time, Braylen was right. He fit in nice and snug.