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Well that had certainly escalated quickly.

If Finn had any doubts or uncertainty about Ian's true intentions, they were momentarily shocked away when the other man ducked in close, pressing his lips against Finn's and taking him completely by surprise. The moon intermediate had a moment to wonder at how this moment was quite similar to another he had experienced once, long ago on a cold winter day, in a world away from this one, in a place he could never go back to.

He wanted to lift a hand to the back of the other mans head, lace fingers through his hair. He wanted to lean into that kiss, to deepen it, prolong it. He wanted to taste him, to test him, and to forget the pain, the physical pain that they both currently shared, because even now Finn was sure that pure pleasure could override, could overcome, could make it all better.

But too soon it was over. There had been no time, and in some areas he would have been quite physically incapable. His hands were bandaged, his lips chapped. This was not the ideal situation, not the right time, not the right place, and knowing that made this almost infuriating.

Finn's jaw was suddenly set, that cold gaze narrowed on Ian.

"Can't say I'm all that impressed either. Shouldn't you have taken me on a magic carpet ride first?" His gaze finally dropped, staring at the bandages on his hands, willing this situation to be different, for him to not be in a hospital bed, for Ian to have chosen a different time, a better god damn time.

"a*****e." He smirked, looking back up at him once more. "What the ******** do you want from me, Ian?"

Princess. That was Finn's thing, his nickname for just about anybody who he thought fit the bill. He didn't mind being called one himself, however. In fact, it amused him enough to earn Ian a small scoff of a laugh. He had, after all, basically called Ian a prince, had he not? So the response was fitting, and a little funny.

But beyond all that, the promise in Ian's words was hot as hell, and Finn would have been lying if he said he didn't want it. Still, he was in no rush to appear over eager, and while Ian went on about regaining strength and all of that other nonsense, he sat with his usual knowing smirk, waiting for him to finish.

At the touch on his neck, that lightly trailing finger down a part of exposed skin that wasn't bandaged or burned, Finn turned his face slightly in that direction, letting out a long breath through his nose as his cheek made contact with the back of Ian's hand. The warmth that came from that brief touch, a feeling he missed despite the fact that he would never say it out loud, combined with the temptation in Ian's proposal....

Finn turned his head further and nipped at Ian's finger tips with his teeth before rolling his gaze back up to the other man.

"Well then, I can't find any fault in your proposition so." He raised his eyebrows, giving the other man what would appear to be a more sincere smile then usual. "You know my number. Just give me a call after we get out of here, and we'll see what I can do for you."

To Finn, this entire conversation and situation was just like a business deal. There were no emotions involved, and like Ian thought, no strings attached. He wasn't going to end up needy or clingy. He wasn't going to wind up falling helplessly in love with him, simply because he wasn't capable of doing so. His emotions were, as always, carefully compartmentalized. He could look at the other man and...yes, there was certainly lust, and desire, but nothing more then that.

He could be whatever the other man wanted. A distraction. A means to help him forget. He could do it for one night, or a countless number of nights, and it wouldn't mean a thing. He would do it because, personally, he would enjoy it just for what it simply was, and quite conveniently, would not have to deal with any messy, emotional aftermath.

And he was fairly sure that Ian would and could abide by those stipulations. It would mean nothing. In fact, if Ian wanted, Finn would never even speak of it again. It could be as though it never even happened.

Finn snorted when Ian let his hand drop, his smile fading away to something much smaller, and much, much colder. "I don't require payment, squirrel. Just doing everything to your satisfaction, and to my own, will be fulfilling enough."

He watched the other man then, carefully searching for any traces of uncertainty, for even a hint that this was not actually what he wanted. Finn had no intention of backing out, not with what was being offered, but he was also, instinctively, very careful. He didn't want this to end up being a complete mistake, after all.

But Ian seemed nothing but sincere, and that was enough to put Finn's mind at ease. "I won't need a week, sweetheart. Just give me three days...maybe five, if Trynt decides to be an a*****e and make me suffer." The wyvern let out a low rumble of a snort at that. "And you've got yourself a date."