"Kiss me," Finn murmured—to Soren, to Rowan.
He did not wait for them to decide who went first. He tipped his face up to Soren and took his mouth slow. Open. Wet. The kind of kiss that was not comfort anymore. Soren made a sound against him, helpless, and Finn licked into it, tasting the last of the doctor's restraint until Soren's hand tightened in his hair.
Finn pulled back only far enough to turn.
Rowan was already watching his mouth. Finn kissed him the same way—slower, filthier, because Rowan liked to be dared and Finn was done being shy about the wanting. He sucked Rowan's lower lip between his teeth, then soothed it with his tongue. Rowan groaned into him, low and dirty, and Finn felt Soren's breath on his cheek as the doctor leaned in and kissed the corner of Finn's wet mouth while Rowan still had it.
Then Finn guided Soren's face to Rowan's again.
